When a couple of mates found out that I was taking Sally out I was rather startled at their reactions. There was some sniggering and when I asked what the problem was they just laughed and said I'd find out.
I pressed a couple of my closer friends for more details regarding Sally, because I knew a couple of them had dated her. I mean, as far as I could tell she was a nice normal girl. Where was the catch?
Andy told me that as far as any of them knew, she was still a virgin.
"She won't put out, Charley," Andy warned me. "Not for anyone."
He had this odd little smirk on his face when he told me this. I assumed that meant he'd chanced his arm and struck out.
The fact that Sally might be a determined virgin didn't worry me. I liked her and thought she liked me. Sex would be a nice added extra but I'd never considered it an essential part of dating a girl. So I dismissed the vague suspicion that I wasn't being told everything and dated Sally.
Out first date was quite simple. Dinner at a restaurant then back to her place (her parents place, actually) for coffee before saying goodnight and going home. With a few goodnight kisses to keep me warm. That girl could certainly kiss.
The next couple of dates followed a similar routine, the only real difference in them that the goodnight kisses and petting were getting steadily hotter. All petting that had taken place had been through clothes, I might add. A bit of touching here and there (on both sides) but strictly no removal of clothes or slipping hands beneath them. (I was willing but got a rather clear message that Sally wasn't. Yet.)
There was definitely enough touching to build up my hopes regarding sex. It seemed to me that Sally was hot to trot but still just a little nervous. I didn't mind taking it slowly. Like I said, I liked the girl.
It was about our fifth date that I found out what my mates had been sniggering over. We'd been out to dinner and a show and it was still quite early. Too early to go home and I didn't really feel like going to a nightclub or hotel, so I suggested that we take a drive.
Sally thought it a great idea and we went cruising. Eventually I pulled up in a parking area along the beach where we had some nice scenery (if it hadn't been a dark night) and some peace and quiet.
Things took an up-turn at that point. Sally was willing to exchange a few kisses and some light petting. After a while I pointed out the front seat wasn't really conductive to this sort of thing and we migrated to the back seat. Please note that it wasn't a case of my dragging Sally out of the front seat and pushing her into the back. She was quite agreeable to the change of location.
In the back seat the kissing and petting continued and intensified. I was groping Sally's breasts fairly steadily and she wasn't objecting at all. I'd also caressed her bottom and brushed against her mound several times with no negative feedback. Sally's skirt had ridden up her thighs considerably and I'd touched her panties several times.
The touching wasn't all one-sided, either. Sally ran her hands fairly generally over me, lingering a couple of times where my erection was pressing against my trousers. She damn well knew I had a rather strong erection and her hands wandered across it curiously.
Now who am I to refuse to indulge a young lady's curiosity? I quietly unzipped and slipped the prize out to where it could be examined. The next time Sally's hand went wandering over my bulge she found it waiting for her. As soon as her hand started brushing against my cock I reached down and pressed her hand firmly against it, causing it to close over me and get a proper feel.
That's when the roof fell in. Bloody hell, did Sally go off.
She screamed and started on me.
"What do you think you're doing, you filthy pervert? How dare you expose yourself like that? I'm a good girl and you know it. You're a monster who preys on young women and should be ashamed of yourself."
That was just the start of it. Sally just kept going on and on, getting louder the entire time, almost shrieking her wrath.
At the start I was startled and embarrassed at having misread the situation. Then I started to feel a bit hard done by over what was an over-reaction. And Sally didn't let up. She was abusive and letting me know just what she thought of my despicable behaviour.
I moved from feeling hard done by, to narked, to genuinely irritated to quietly angry.
Consider it from my point of view. Sally had been right there kissing me. She'd allowed my hands to wander where they would, even if it was outside her clothes. She hadn't said boo when I stroked her through her panties. She was the one who'd been checking out the goodies inside my pants. I didn't drag her hand over to my cock and slap it on. I just made her access easier.
Thinking over that initial touch when she'd closed her hand over my cock it suddenly occurred to me that she took her own sweet time letting go. In fact, it seemed to me that her hand had run up and down the full length of my cock and across the head of it before she finally dropped it. And she'd been abusing me full blast while groping me.
No. The way she was acting now just wasn't right nor fair. I waited for Sally to finish her little tirade. She had to run down sooner or later.
She did. She finished up by telling me that as far as she was concerned the date was over and would I please take her home. Instantly.
Quietly angry. That was me. As far as I was concerned Sally's behaviour had been shocking. She could have joked the incident off, just said a firm no, any one of a number of ways to brush past my crassness (if you considered it that) without offending me or only mildly offending me. But she hadn't. She'd gone into a long abusive tirade. If my mates let her get away with that sort of behaviour, more fool them. It didn't mean I had to.
Seeing that Sally had apparently finished talking I put a hand behind her head and pushed her head down into my lap before she caught on. She opened her mouth to protest and I took the opportunity to push my erection into it.
"Now that you've finished yapping you can use your mouth for another purpose," I told her.
