Just because you make a promise when you're a child it doesn't mean that you have to keep that promise when you're an adult. Mature assessment of the situation should let you make a rational decision. But not where Margaret is concerned. As far as she is concerned a promise is a promise and she's going to help me keep mine, whether I like it or not.
The promise? When we first learnt about the birds and the bees Margaret and I each promised the other that we'd stay pure until we were married, no matter how long it took. At age eighteen, nearly nineteen, I wanted to break that promise, but Margaret was always on at me to keep it. What's worse was that we were rooming together, so she knew who I was seeing and tended to make sure we weren't given any alone time.
I, however, was determined to get laid. I'd arranged things carefully, and tomorrow I'd be an ex-virgin with Margaret none the wiser.
Margaret had a night class and I'd invited my boyfriend around for a home-cooked meal. By the time Margaret's class finished and she made her way home it would be too late for her to interfere.
Paul and I had a very nice meal and then we settled down to watch a video. I'd picked that video carefully. It was what Paul considered a chick-flick, so he'd get bored with it and use his time trying to seduce me. There was one hot scene halfway through the video, and I figured that that would be the appropriate time to yield to his blandishments.
Things were progressing nicely. Paul was loving and kind, even if his hands did tend to wander a little. With proper maidenly modesty I fended off his hands, just not firmly enough to discourage him. Somehow or other my bra became unhooked and Paul was explaining to me that that didn't really matter. After all, you see topless woman at the beach every day.
So I was trying to watch the movie with my blouse unbuttoned and my breasts uncovered. Except for Paul's hands. And his mouth. I was going to have some bruises there.
After a while Paul was rubbing me through my panties, just teasing me down there. Ignoring my attempts to fend him off, his hands started slipping inside my panties, touching even more intimately. I have to give him full marks for the way he got my panties off. I hadn't really noticed them going until they were gone.
So I'm sitting there, breasts bouncing free, skirt rucked up around my waist, Paul's hands running all over me and, to top it off, he'd managed to wrap my hand around his erection.
I was breathing hard and Paul was practically panting with lust and the hot movie scene was coming up fast. If I'd given Paul a time-table to follow he couldn't have done a better job.
I was being slowly pushed down onto the couch with Paul leaning over me, his hands busy. It was only going to be moments and Paul would have succeeded in seducing me, entirely against my will, of course.
I was saying things like, "We can't", and Paul was reassuring me and telling me everything would be fine, and I was slowly yielding and there was this wail like a banshee, and Paul was knocked to the floor.
"Get your filthy hands off her, you pervert," shrieked Margaret, who was home at least an hour early.
I was shocked and furious. Margaret seemed just plain furious, lighting into Paul, apparently assuming that he was trying to rape me. Paul was just plain stunned and doing his damnedest to protect himself. The pair of them were rolling around on the floor, while I danced around trying to work out what to do.
Paul, lucky for him, was big and fit. In quite excellent condition, actually. He managed to pin Margaret to the floor, holding her arms above her head while he lay on top of her, trying to hold her still.
This is when things really started to go awry. That's a polite way of saying things became seriously fucked up. In her wrestle with Paul, Margaret's skirt had ridden up, showing off her panties. That's not all she was showing. In her wriggling back and forth her panties had got tangled and ridden to one side, effectively completely exposing Margaret's pussy. I don't think that Paul or Margret realised it at that point, but I sure did, especially as Paul's erection was still standing proud and pressing against Margaret.
Now at this stage everything would have been fine if everyone had kept their heads. All I needed to do was reassure Margaret that I was fine and to tell Paul to let her go. Before I could do that Margaret apparently realised that Paul was touching a sensitive part of her anatomy. For some reason she assumed that it was his hand.
