He was completely and utterly smitten.
She was perfect in every way…
“Do you want to come in?”
Rachel grabbed Roger’s hand, pulling him towards the door. “My parents are having dinner with some friends, they won’t be back for a few hours yet.”
As she slid her key into the lock, Roger was gripped by anxiety.
Was she expecting him to make love to her?
He was totally unprepared; both emotionally (he had assumed he would have to seduce her slowly over the coming weeks) and practically - he had no condoms. Perhaps he was misreading her intentions. Rachel was a ‘nice’ girl - not like so many of her classmates who regularly spent their evenings in the back-seats of cheap cars with bad body-kits. She probably just wanted to kiss and cuddle…maybe he could cop a quick feel to let her know he wanted her – when she was ready.
But what if she was as keen to take things further as he was?
As these fears battled in his consciousness, his mind was pulled between running for home and obeying the un-ignorable erection that now throbbed with anticipation behind the seam of his jeans.
Rachel dragged him inside and shut the door behind them. Leading him into the living room, she jumped onto the black leather sofa, lying on her back, arms outstretched, inviting him to join her. He frantically looked around the room, at the books and ornaments on the shelves, desperately searching for something to talk about, to distract her. He was on the precipice of manhood…and it scared him shitless. As the seconds passed he realised he had no choice but to follow her lead and, laying himself slowly on top of her, the battle was lost.
They kissed, hard and deep, Rachel guiding his shy hand to her chest, encouraging him to fondle her through her sweater. At the first touch of her firm mounds, Roger’s teenage urges took over. He thrust his hand beneath her clothes, relishing the feel of her bare stomach and flank for a few seconds before sliding his hand further, almost gasping aloud as his fingers found the soft warm flesh of her breasts.
Rachel suddenly pushed him back, struggling to sit up. She pulled the sweater over her head and discarded it casually onto the floor. Mouth gaping, Roger stared at the sight of her torso; naked except for the lacy white bra through which her stiff, dark nipples strained. She slipped the straps over her arms, “Unhook me…”
Roger reached behind her back, his fumbling fingers trembling with excitement, wiggling and tugging at the clasp but failing to unhook it.
“You boys are all the same,” she giggled as she brushed Roger’s inept digits away and unfastened herself.
What did she mean, ‘You boys are all the same’?
Roger had assumed his girlfriend was a virgin. The thought that another boy had knowledge of Rachel’s ‘special’ places sickened him and the sudden thought that he had previous expectations to live up to, filled him with a cold dread, his erection subsiding a little between his legs.
Rachel tossed her bra into the air with a flourish and her pert breasts, many years away from the fear of gravity, begged Roger for his attention. The terrors of inadequacy that were all prevailing just seconds ago dissolved in an instant as he stared at them: the silky smooth curves, the stiff nipples…
His erection suddenly found a renewed vigour.
Roger placed his hands on her naked shoulders, sliding his fingers delicately over her skin, stroking her neck, stretching the time as he stared at her naked chest, trying to work out just how he should touch those beautiful breasts.
Should he stroke them gently?
Should he grab and squeeze them?
How did girls like to have their breasts touched?
The sex-education lessons at school suddenly seemed far away and woefully inadequate. As he pondered his options, his fingers subconsciously worked at the silver crucifix that hung around Rachel’s neck…
*
Rachel’s mouth was stretched wide.
She choked as something filled her, pressing against the back of her throat, stimulating her gag reflex. Her stomach lurched as vomit started to rise.
The penis withdrew quickly, deep-voiced apologies accompanying its retreat.
“Again!” This voice was breathless, but unmistakably Rachel’s, “I want it all.”
The rampant cock plunged back in, Rachel’s mouth gaping to its fullest extent to accommodate it. Again she gagged, but this time she threw her head forwards, her lips grazing against pubic hair, and, opening her throat, she swallowed the organ as deep as it would go before sliding her head back and repeating the exercise.
Within seconds the organ swelled in her mouth, gouts of warm semen flooding into her…
*
Roger released the necklace, coughing and gagging for a moment before leaning over the sofa and throwing up onto the deep-pile carpet. Despite the passage of acidic vomit, the taste of semen was still strong on his tongue.
He pushed Rachel away and leapt off the sofa, tears pouring from his eyes.
“I…”
There were no words…
He headed for the door and sprinted from the house until grief consumed all the energy he had. Finally collapsing behind a garden hedge, he sobbed, spitting the foul taste of another man’s cum from his mouth; his dreams and heart shattered into oblivion.
1947
The classroom was filled with the clacking of knitting needles. Miss Simpson looked up from the magazine she was reading and cast a stern gaze over the girls in her class.
“Remember to keep the yarn behind the
