screwing is not for kids. You’ve got to be grown up before you can do it.
“I don’t know why it is but every time I’ve ever heard that old crap about ‘Wait till you get older, you’re not mature enough,” I’ve just wanted to get into it all the more. Look at it this way-with the Pill being so available, you’re not likely to get pregnant, right? And if you watch what you’re doing, check the guy out a little and look for the signs, you’re not going to get the clap or the syph, are you? And even if you do, what’s the big worry? A couple of shots of penicillin or something and you’re as good as new. I know several of my friends had the clap and they’re not any the worse for it.
“Finally there’s the big thing about Madge’s way of looking at things. I’ve got this cherry and she swears that I’ve got to keep it for my husband. But what if I don’t get a husband? What if I decided to work a while after college before I get married? Christ, the dumb thing could rot off by that time. The kids would talk about me carrying a museum piece between my legs! Can you feature anyone making so much out of a little piece of membrane? It doesn’t make much sense to me.
“From what I can gather, I’m something of a rarity. I don’t mean just because I’m still a virgin, though that’s bad enough. I mean because I’ve got this cherry. The stuff I’ve read and the girls I’ve talked to all agree pretty well that it’s a biological accident, having one. I don’t know where Madge picked up this phobia of hers, that fixation or whatever you want to call it, but she’s determined that I’m going to keep mine intact. And all this when most of the girls I know never had one to start with! Why, Julie Monroe-she’s my best friend, I guess-she swore that she never had one at all and I believe her. She says that when her periods started she began using tampons and never noticed a thing. It was the same way when she first spread for a fellow. He just slipped the prick to her and she never felt anything pop or rip or tear. And I could name you several other girls who’ve had just about the same experience.
“You might say, ‘Why don’t you go ahead and do it with Ken, or Ricky, or Phil, or some other guy, and just pretend that it never happened?” Well, that’s where it gets sort of complicated. I’m a little ashamed to say this but the fact is, I can’t go ahead like that. In the first place, neither Daddy nor Madge want me to let a fellow do it to me and I hate to disappoint them. In the second place Madge checks me regularly. Yes, after every date, we’ll go into my bedroom and I have to spread out and let her run her finger up my hole so she can be sure the cherry is ‘still there! “A lot of people will probably think that’s just awful and maybe they’re right, I don’t know. I don’t mind that so much, letting her see me and run her finger in my hole. After all, we’re all nudists-that’s where Daddy met Madge, at a nudist lodge up in the mountains- and we’ve never been very shy about letting other people see our bodies. The main objection I have is that it’s just… well kind of humiliating, laying there and having her check me out. The only nice thing about it is that she’s got a nice touch. I sort of like the way she does it, especially if I’ve been out with a guy and we’ve been acting horny.
“You might think I’m rather silly for putting up with it but, damn it, they’re nice people in spite of their obsession with cherries and that stuff. I just hate to have it out with them. And besides, it isn’t as if I were missing all that much, I guess. You know, Madge showed me how to finger myself off. Yes, she came through herself and told me that if I became really excited, so much so that I might feel like giving in to a fellow and letting him screw me, I ought to just ram my hand between my legs and do myself! I’m pretty good at that. I like to imagine myself in bed with a handsome man, usually someone in his late thirties or early forties, and we’re doing all those groovy things to each other. Except that all the while I’ve got both fingers over my clit, running down beside it, and after a while I get so excited that all I have to do is just nudge my hips upward a little and rub my pussy into my fingers, and wham! There it is, just rolling out of me! “Except that all this ‘doesn’t set too well with the fellows. So far I haven’t met a single boy my own age that has the slightest understanding of the position I’m in. Madge says that’s because they’re so fired up that they can’t think of anything but fuck, fuck, and fuck! And I believe she’s right there.
I’ll have to give her credit for that. Usually my experiences with guys all run to just about the same pattern.
“For the first few dates everything is all right and we’re progressing about like every other couple at Miller High. The guy will take me to a football game or two, ‘maybe some dances, and we’ll love it up afterward, usually in his car.
After the third or fourth date we’ve gotten to a pretty intimate stage. I don’t believe in letting a fellow get too intimate until we’ve been out three or four times. And then it begins to get sticky. I usually manage to put them off for a while and to get by with just giving them hand jobs. I just love the feel of a prick in my hands, so hard and hot, and I’m real good at jerking them off. I know how to rub myself up against a fellow while we’re kissing, letting him know that I really dig him, and I let him see that I’m getting hot too.
Generally, by the time I open their pants and get that tool out they’re already dripping. And it doesn’t take but just a few strokes and they’re popping off, shooting come all over the place.
“Some of the fellows have brought me off too, with their hands. But most of the boys I’ve dated don’t really know how it’s done. I mean, all they can imagine is getting one or two fingers into a girl’s cunt and then working them back and forth-just as though they were fucking her with their pricks. But that doesn’t work for me. I’m afraid, first, of having my cherry ripped open and, second, I just don’t like that kind of finger action. God knows, I’ve tried often enough to show guys what I wanted them to do but most of them just can’t seem to understand that all I want is a finger on either side of my clitty. That’s all it takes, honest! But they want to get so frantic and work against me so hard that I just can’t make it.
“As for the French stuff, you can forget that! The guys in high school are supposed to be a pretty sophisticated bunch but, let me tell you, they all think it’s just awful if a girl even so much as looks like she wants to suck them! And as for going down on a girl, forget it! They wouldn’t eat pussy if they were starving to death and the pussy was covered with catsup! “It wasn’t until last year, when I started my junior year in high school, that my situation began to improve. The irony of it is that it began picking up just at the moment when I felt lowest of all! Maybe I should take a little time to explain that.”
“The first thing you have to understand is that I’d started working as a part-time secretary for Mr. Harvey, who’s an assistant principal at M- High.
He’s just extra nice, so handsome and cool, and I really felt honored that he’d picked me out. You see, we have this system there which allows the principals and some of the other bigwigs to select student secretaries from the M Society, which is sort of an honor group. We get paid a little for doing the work but that isn’t the reason we do it, of course. I guess it’s always been that way at M- and we look on it as an honor. At least I do.
“Well, I’d been working for’ Mr. Harvey for about a month and I’d grown to like him a lot. In some ways he reminds me a lot of my father very good looking, very positive, very much a man of the world. Anyway, after I’d been working there a while, I got the word from Bo, my latest boyfriend. He said he was tired of being jerked off and that, if I wouldn’t put out for him, he was going to find himself a girl who would. I’d heard that before, of course, and I was sort of expecting it, but still it doesn’t make a girl feel very good to be shot down like that.
“BO had given me the word just after Chemistry, my last class of the day, when I was on my way to Mr. Harvey’s office. I was pretty broken up about it, naturally, and when I got to the office he could see that I’d been crying. He wanted to know what was coming off. At first I tried to pretend that nothing was wrong but he wouldn’t buy that. It was just too obvious that something was wrong. Finally I just broke down and told him everything I mean, I really laid it on the line, all of it, even down to the bit about Madge being so obsessed with my cherry. I was crying like a baby. “I couldn’t help that. And the next thing I knew I had my head on his shoulder. Mr. Harvey’s a really kind, understanding sort of person and you just know, right from the start, that you can trust him all the way. He’s the sort of man you can really talk to and you know he won’t go blabbing it around and getting you’ into trouble.
“Well, the next thing I knew he was holding me in his arms and me, I could feel his prick against my thigh. I’ve been in enough clinches with guys that I ‘know when a fellow has a hard-on and there was no mistaking this one! He’s really hung, you know, and that thing was just sticking out all over. I was never so surprised as when I realized that he’d actually raised a stiff. Over me? He felt that way about me? It was really a mind blower! “One thing led to another and the next thing I knew we were kissing. I’d ‘been very horny all day. Bo and I had had a long love scene the night before and I’d come away from it feeling pretty raunchy. I’d woken up that morning in the same mood and now, with us kissing and me feeling his cock against me, I just couldn’t keep it back. I was rubbing my nipples against him and sort of dry humping on his leg and we were kissing-really hot kisses, running our tongues into each other’s mouth and all that-and then POW! I just let go with a really hard come! I collapsed against him. It nearly melted my legs, it was so strong, and I could feel the come just gushing out of my pussy and
