Wilma placed her hand on Dirk's and cleared her throat. "During the school holidays a week after your father's funeral. I slept over at your house to be there for Alta. Wimpie visited Ingrid on his way back to Nelspruit after his bi-weekly inspection of the Ellisras installations. His car wouldn't start when he wanted to leave after supper and Ingrid then prepared your room for him."
Dirk found the whole situation strange. "It just sounds too good to be true. He just happens to develop car problems on the night that you sleep over. And then he had condoms handy."
Wilma smiled. "Alta admitted later that she had told him at your father's funeral that I have a crush on him, and that I had turned eighteen. Oh, and she had slipped that I was still a virgin."
Dirk nodded his head and managed to nudge his hand up Wilma's thigh, in spite of her efforts to keep it in place. "Still, he must have known that you would be there. And it is easy to fake a broken car."
Wilma chuckled. "He popped in earlier in the week, to see his sister on his way to Ellisras. I was there and he picked up that I'll be staying over a few nights. I guess he put two and two together, and came prepared with condoms." She took a deep breath. "He sat next to me during supper, and slipped his hand onto my thigh. I was flattered by the attention, and allowed him some liberties. I thought that it would be the extent of his attention, but he took it as consent to visit me during the night."
Dirk took a deep breath before he continued, "Why the crush on him? I mean, he isn't that tall, five-foot-seven, maybe five-eight. And slender without a lot of upper-body strength." Dirk chuckled. "And his dick isn't that impressive, I'm sure mine, even Steve's would beat his."
Wilma sighed. "I guess it is because of his age, he's about five years my senior. You know, working, with free money." Then she blushed, thinking of the nice sensations when he kissed her pussy. "I also thought his mustache was sexy, and I must admit that it added to the sensations when he kissed... you know... my boobs, and my... fanny." She carefully avoided admitting that she enjoyed cunnilingus, and started to think about a bigger dick, like Steve's, which would fill her pussy. "And for his small dick, I think it worked out well. It wasn't that uncomfortable when I lost my virginity. We even had seconds that same night."
Dirk inched his hand higher up Wilma's thigh. "And the knobby one?"
Wilma bit her lip and took a deep breath, as to delay her answer. "I shouldn't tell you this, but it will come out sooner or later. When I realized that Alta's blabbermouth was instrumental in Wimpie popping my cherry, I've avowed revenge. I waited for her eighteenth, and then schemed that Wimpy pop her cherry as well. It helped that I confessed that I loved losing my virginity, and the sex afterwards. I coaxed her into wanting to lose her virginity, and she agreed to do it with Wimpie.
"Ingrid's family came over for Alta's eighteenth party on the Friday. Wimpie stayed over after the others had returned to Nelspruit - he had an engagement in Ellisras on the Monday.
"I also slept over, and, on the Saturday morning, the three of us visited that romantic clearing in the forest, you know, 'The Archives'.
"He brought a six-pack, and he did me first while Alta was watching - to show her that it wasn't that scary. We made a show of it, having a long foreplay. He later deflowered Alta while I held her hand and talked her through it.
"I visited him that night, where we used the third one. We visited 'The Archives' again Sunday after dinner. This time, Wimpie did Alta first, and took me afterwards. He gave the last one for Alta to keep as a memory, or to have it in her purse as 'security', but she was happy with the double experience she had and passed it on to me." Wilma blushed. "She realized that I had more regular sex with Wimpie and could use the extra condom wisely. She also didn't want to be a third wheel in my relationship with Wimpie, although I suspect that Wimpie would have loved to have another innings with Alta."
Dirk decided to step off the topic, realizing that she had split on Alta. "And the bubblegum?"
Wilma chuckled. "It was a variety eight-pack, with various colors and flavors. It is a left-over from the second pack we used. Half was fruity, like a red for the strawberry, an orange one with an orange flavor, a yellow which tasted like banana and purple with grape flavor. The other half was vanilla, which was white, then a pink bubblegum, a brown chocolate and black cola. Wimpie thought the ultra-thin ones would feel like we're doing it bareback. I guess now that I can go bareback, I'll know if he was correct."
She sighed contentedly and slipped her fingers under her top. "I imagined that it was a Black guy who fucked me when Wimpie tried out the chocolate and cola condoms."
Dirk watched the sun touching the western horizon and nudged his hand closer to her short's seam. "Would you like to have sex with a Black guy?"
Wilma blushed. "I don't know. I'm not planning to sleep around with lots of guys, I want to keep my body count low, you know. But I am fantasizing about it, though; I've heard that some of them have large dicks, the proverbial Big Black Cock. For now, the fantasy is enough, but who knows..."
Dirk squeezed her thigh. "You know that Alta wants to play matchmaker for the two of us. When she asked me to pick you up, I thought it was to partner us up while she entertains Steve - the two seemed eager, hence the request for the condoms. Now you signal that you're off-limits, with comments like 'not sleeping over for my benefit' and 'keeping your body count low'."
Wilma blushed and took a deep breath. "I said that I was off-limits for 'tonight'." She paused for the message to sink in, before she continued, "I'm sleeping over two nights." She sighed, as she squeezed Dirk's hand. "Remember, good things come to those who wait..."
Dirk completed Abe Lincoln's saying. "But only what's left from those who hustle." He smiled as all became clear when he turned into the tree-lane leading towards the farmstead and noticed a blue Toyota Corolla, Wimpie's car. Wilma would be Wimpie's tonight... He removed his hand from Wilma's knee. "That explains it... I see your boyfriend came for a visit."
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Wimpie was the first to leave the dinner table when Ingrid started to clean up. He had to leave early in the morning for his 330-kilometer (205 miles) trip to Ellisras. If he wanted to be in time for his meeting at nine, then he'd have to leave before five.
Various thoughts mulled through Wimpie's head, as he waited in the moonlit room. He expected =Wilma to only show up when all was quiet in the house. He patted the bedside drawer, making sure the condom wrapper was within reach.
He hated the condom, and would have preferred to have unprotected sex, like with Amber, his neighbor's wife back in Nelspruit. She had had a hysterectomy after the birth of her second child, almost four years ago.
Wimpie's thought drifted back on how it all started. Jake's job entailed weeklong trips to remote sites, and Amber's car wouldn't start one morning while Jake was out of town. She asked Wimpie for help, who was on his way to work. It took him some time to get her car going, making him late for work.
His parents were visiting Ingrid, who had lost her second baby early in her third trimester, to console her. To make up for Wimpie's effort, Amber invited Wimpie over for supper.
Marushka, Amber's four-year-old toddler was asleep when Wimpie arrived at half past seven. Roger, her nine-month-old baby, was sleeping in his stroller next to the table. Amber was clothed in a modest outfit. On top, she had a white, loose-fitting, buttoned blouse with black criss-crossing lines. Her above-knee-length skirt was in a pleated green. Her matching green high-heeled shoes were kicked off, next to Roger's stroller.
Nothing would have happened, Wimpie was just thinking of leaving when Roger started to cry. He must have been hungry because Amber had unbuttoned her blouse even before she reached the stroller. Next, she slipped out her breast from under her bra for Roger to suckle on.
She covered her breast, onto which Roger had latched on, with a nappy, after she had sat down and Roger had started to suckle. Only then, did she look at Wimpie, who was staring wide-eyed at the movements under the nappy. Amber had blushed and explained that she had to get Roger quiet before Marushka woke up. She had apologized for the brief exposure before she peeked in under the nappy. When she looked up, she signaled for Wimpie to sit down.
Wimpie smiled, recalling how uncomfortable he was and decided to look at the ground. Roger started to complain after a while, which initiated movement from Amber. Wimpie only looked up when Roger gave a few contented grunts, as he latched onto Amber's second tit.
His dick tucked as he recalled how mesmerized he was at what he saw. Amber was sitting wide-legged, probably to support Roger, and her skirt had raised up. He could see all the way up her legs, and couldn't miss the wet gusset of her thong. To make matters worse for him, Amber's free breast was on full display.
He was petrified, his whole body, except for his dick which started to grow until it was rock hard. He chuckled - a rock-hard dick would also qualify as 'petrified'. Amber noticed neither Wimpie, nor her own condition, while she peered in under the nappy.
Wimpie recalled how captivated he was by every drop of breastmilk which formed on Amber's nipple, before seeping down her breast from where it dripped onto her skirt. How he wondered how it would taste, and the sweetness thereof when he finally tasted it.
