It's been my experience that Catholic girls tend to be really hot in bed, if you can get them in bed. They tend to approach sex with a vibrancy and vitality that explodes. But they can be very difficult to get into bed.
Betty Ann was a good example of this. She would flirt hard, but she was seriously opposed to premarital sex. She was going to be a nun. For now, though, she worked for the phone company.
Betty Ann took a shine to me the first time we met. We had met through a mutual friend, and we talked well into the night. She was cute, fun, and nice, with a pretty smile. We laughed a lot. We enjoyed each other's company.
"Call me," she said.
"I will," I said.
A few days later, I called. Betty Ann answered.
"Hello."
"Hi there," I replied.
"Oh. Hi!" she said in an excited voice. "I was hoping you'd call." We chatted for about half an hour, her voice getting sweeter and sweeter. We made arrangements for dinner and a movie.
The movie was OK. During the movie, I took a chance on slipping my arm behind Betty Ann. I had no idea what her reaction would be. Smiling, she put her head back and rested on my arm. When we parted that night, she kissed me on the cheek.
"See you soon," she said with a smile. I watched her sway just a little as she went inside.
We met again a few days later. It wasn't terribly exciting; we played some board games. But she was clearly having a good time. I teased her. We laughed a lot. I noticed that she was twirling her hair.
I sat close to Betty Ann on the couch. Our bodies touched. I discreetly grazed her arm. Betty Ann smiled.
I moved in for a kiss. Betty Ann closed her eyes. I held her face in my hands, brushed her hair back, and kissed her. She responded with a good, strong kiss. It surprised me, but I wasn't complaining.
As I was leaving, she gave me a nice, firm kiss. "Good night," she said. She flashed a pretty smile as she waved.
I invited her over a few nights later just to watch television. She showed up dressed in her usual modest but attractive style. This evening, she wore some very nice slacks and a blouse.
While we were watching, Betty Ann moved in next to me, touching me. She leaned on my shoulder. I put my arm around her. She smiled. "This is nice," I whispered in her ear. "I feel like I can be myself around you."
Betty Ann grinned. Her eyes sparkled. She licked her lips several times. She softly squeezed my arm. She seemed to be staring at my lips. I put my hand on her knee.
"What are you doing?" she said. She glared at me. She seemed upset. I backed off. She moved away. After a few minutes, though, I moved closer to her. Once again, our bodies touched. She was back to putting her head back and leaning on my arm.
My arm wrapped around her. I quickly brushed her boob, then withdrew. Betty Ann glared. I pulled my hand away. She grinned shyly, looking away.
"Sorry," I said, even though I wasn't really sorry. Again we kissed. "It's just that I love your beautiful body." Betty Ann blushed.
"Thank you," she said. When Betty Ann left, she gave me another passionate kiss, definitely not the kind you would expect from a future nun.
Over the course of time, things moved along. I would make little advances, which often were met with little resistance. I would remind her that she was sexy and exciting, while expressing respect for the value of her virginity.
Once I told a joke that she liked and she doubled over with laughter, her head in my lap. I started to get hard and Betty Ann smiled sheepishly.
We were having dinner one night at a place with a jukebox on the table. It had music of all kinds from various eras. I put in my money and punched up a selection.
A minute or so later, Betty Ann perked up. She stopped talking, as if she had noticed the song lyrics.
You Catholic girls start much too late
But sooner or later it comes down to fate.
I might as well be the one.
