My name is Tina Hollis. I was christened Florentina which should give you some indication of the thinking of my parents. To say they were straight-laced would be putting it mildly. As I entered my teens they insisted I wore the plainest clothes, made sure I was home by ten every night. I was discouraged from even talking with boys. Any mention of sex or relationships was frowned upon. Sometimes I wondered how they ever managed to conceive me.
So, for twenty two years of my life I was in a strait jacket, even my well developed breasts were uncomfortably depressed in a bra of my mother's designing. They ensured I stayed safe by only allowing me to enroll in a college close to our home where my father just happened to be vice principal. I was told to ignore what other girls might be saying on the subject of boys. That wasn't easy. There were groups of girls who continuously recounted their adventures. However they usually giggled and shut up when I approached. I was 'Timid Tina'. But I couldn't avoid hearing words, like 'cock' and 'clit.' And another strangely used word 'cumming'. Where could they be coming from? Anyway somehow achieved my teaching diploma and had just started my first post with a group of thirteen year olds, when my parents were killed in a road accident.
Naturally I was grief-stricken but that was quickly followed by a sense of freedom which I wasn't sure what to do with. I cut my name to Tina and bought myself some fresh more modern clothes, especially underwear. Everyone at my school remarked at how different I looked. I now had our large house to myself and I set about bringing it more up to date and the first step was to sell off some of the out-dated furniture. And that unwittingly set the course for my complete initiation.
But first it was down to that video tape falling into my possession. One of my pupils, little Jilly Copton, brought it to me in the week after my parents accident. She said she'd found it in the cloakrooms. Totally distracted at that time I stuck in my desk and said I'd see if anyone claimed it.
Well, some five weeks later, one Friday afternoon as I was clearing up, I noticed it lying there in my desk. No one had claimed it. Without really thinking about it I put it into my brief case, only mildly curious.
Came that Saturday morning. Outside the sun shone brightly so I put on my thinnest briefest dress, something I wouldn't have dared wear just two months earlier. I cleaned up the house thinking about how I might spend my day. Then I began sorting through my briefcase and that's when I spotted that video tape. Just what was on that? Some comic book thing, I had no doubt. My curiosity now aroused I took it into the sitting room and slipped it into the machine, switched on the television and selected the video station. At first there was a lot of snow, a batch of fuzzy lines and I was guessing that it was some old discarded effort when two black men appeared on the screen and my breath caught in my throat. Both men were totally naked, each holding on to his own grossly enlarged penis as they looked at something off camera.
It's not easy to shake off years of sexual repression and my first instinct was ---turn it off, turn it off. Then questions began forming unbidden in my mind. Could penises really be that size? The idea of having something like that inside me was frightening. I was still moving towards switching off as the camera panned, following the men's gaze. And there was a blonde girl, about my age, kneeling on a bed, totally naked, her hands cupping under her breasts as though offering them up for sacrifice. Her trim young body reminded me of my own.
The two men moved towards her and sat one on either side. Black hands on round white breasts, fingers plucking at pink nipples. My breathing had stopped and I heard my own gasp as the girl wrapped her hands around each of the penises, and black faces nuzzled at her breasts, flicking the nipples with long pink tongues. Even with the sound of my mother's voice screaming in my head, "Disgusting. Disgusting. Disgusting." I found my own hands had moved to my breasts.
On screen a black hand slid down the pale belly of the girl and fingers began stroking, first through the pubic hair, then poking deeper. Being touched down there. I just couldn't imagine. The look of delight on the girl's face was intoxicating. And I couldn't switch it off now. A film of perspiration started all over my body.
I was suddenly aware of a wetness between my own legs. What was this? It wasn't that time of month. How could it---? But my hand strayed down the front of my dress and my own fingers pressed at that spot. I could feel the moisture through my thin dress and my own touch was pleasurable. My face becoming even more heated---and that was the moment the doorbell rang.
For a moment I was totally confused, being snatched back to reality. On screen both men were now fingering the girl and she had her head thrown back. Shaking my own head I quickly switched off the video leaving the screen snowy.
I stood for a moment, uncertain, trying to catch my breath. A new sensation had started deep in my lower abdomen. A pleasant ache that needed attention. Glancing down I noticed that there was a damp spot on the front of my dress. Then the doorbell sounded again and, rousing myself I hurried into the hall and opened the door.
A tall dark haired young man in a neat summer shirt and light jeans greeted me with a smile. "Tina Hollis?" he asked and when I nodded he added. "I'm Vince Corran This is my partner Baz Johnson. We've come about the tables and chairs." Oh, hell, I'd forgotten I'd made that appointment for that morning.
His partner was a tall thin black man who nodded his head in greeting. Did my eyes drop to the crotch of their tight jeans---surely not. I wasn't like that, was I?
I nodded my head dumbly and gestured for them to come in. As he passed me the one called Vince said, "You look like you've been working hard, Ma'am? It's too hot for that"
His black partner came in and I was sure his eyes drifted down to the damp patch on the front of my dress. I realised that I was trembling slightly but that it wasn't from any kind of fear.
Anyway I showed them the tables and chairs we were selling and since we had already agreed on a price they very quickly had carried the items out to their van and came back to settle up. At least that was the initial intention.
Was it my imagination or had the bulges in their jeans become enlarged? I was being crazy, surely. But that strange feeling deep in my own lower abdomen was persisting. And Vince kept giving me funny looks as I counted out the money he had handed me. Had he noticed the damp patch too?
While we had exchanged the cash Baz had been looking at the rest of the furniture with the eye of a man who knows his business. But suddenly he said, "Hey, something wrong with your television Miss Hollis?"
Startled I became all confused, "Television--What could be---? No ---it's--" My lips had gone suddenly dry and I licked them.
Baz's smile lit up his face, "Screen's all snow storm. Wrong channel maybe. I'll take a look."
