Walter Collins
Juicy young piece
CHAPTER ONE
The old pickup truck, with two wild-haired young men squealed to a stop ahead of me, just outside of Victorsville, and I started to run toward it. I was running away from my parents. Me – Ginger Lockes – running away! I felt weird! I really felt more than just weird, I felt scared and silly.
My folks had come from the old country, and I was raised accordingly. Up until a month ago it had been fine. I was loved. I went to confession every week, to mass, to communion. I had very few dates, but then I was too busy with my studies and household duties to really care. Oh, I had friends and was popular enough. In fact, the class at the all-girls high school had voted me the most popular girl in the class last spring. Of course that was all girls. The few boys who dated me never called back for a second date. It might have bothered me if I hadn't been so busy doing other things. But they wanted things from me that I just wasn't willing to give, so they went to girls who would.
Then I started junior college. Suddenly there were boys everywhere. Boys with only one thing on their minds. I still felt it was horrible. Then I started talking to other girls. What I found out blew my mind. It seemed that every girl I knew, the ugliest, the shyest, my old classmates, all could tell me in detail what it felt like to have a boy stroke and squeeze her tits. The majority admitted that they had gone all the way-many even hinted that boys had done other nasty things to them.
I had nothing against sex. After all, people were supposed to fuck so they could have babies. I was like any other girl. My body felt warm and tingly when I soaped my tits and between my legs. But I was brainwashed into thinking that it was wrong and dirty, unless I was married.
In class I was stunned to find how wrong I had been about so many things. Not only did my classmates say that fucking was great, but so did my teachers and counselors. Suddenly the whole world, the world as I had known it, was shattered. It got so bad that nothing seemed sacred, everything had its bad side, and I started to rebel. On the day before I hit the road, I had an unusually shocking time of it at school. In history I was learning about how wicked President Jackson's government had been. In psychology I was learning about insanity and how many great religious figures were insane. In health science I was finding out about fucking. The pressure was growing and growing inside me.
That evening I went on a date. I still had to ask permission because I was living at home. My father had said all right because it was a double date and the three other kids I'd be going with went to our church. We went to a drive-in movie. I was kidded about having to get my parents' approval when I was of legal age. That embarrassed me. When they drove to an X-rated show, instead of the one they'd told me we were going to see, I didn't say anything. I just couldn't make a bigger fool of myself. They parked toward the back of the big lot where we had more privacy. The movie started and I was handed a paper cup filled with wine. At first I refused, but the three of them kidded me and dared me until I gave in and tried it.
One glass led to another. I relaxed. I felt good. I snuggled up in a boy's arms. The picture on the screen showed a man chasing a naked woman around the bedroom. My cunt began to tingle as I watched the movie. My date put his arm around me and pulled me to him. I knew I was going to be kissed, and suddenly I wanted to do it with all my heart. I puckered up and waited. His lips circled mine instead of meeting them. I felt his tongue meeting mine.
My lips were warming. I found myself imagining that I was the girl on the screen who was kissing that way. I let my lips part and his tongue ran over my teeth. He pushed me back and slid his tongue deeper into my mouth. It felt strange and good at the same time. My tummy ached and my tits felt strange. I was frightened but secure in his strong arms. His mouth left mine and he kissed my closed eyes, my cheek and my neck, making my whole face tingle. The ache in my cunt grew and grew.
The boy filled my cup with wine again and stroked my shoulder and arm as I drank it. I snuggled closer to him and watched as the couple on the screen petted and then pretended to make love under the sheet. No one had told me not to drink wine fast. I gulped it down like it was Coke and the boy poured me another cup. I became bolder and raised my face to his for another kiss. This time, when our lips met, I got my tongue in his mouth first. It was wild. I'd never done anything like that before. His tongue began to dance with mine.
My cunt felt hot, wet and sticky. His hand reached for my arm and missed, or so I thought at the time, and fell on my tit. It was like someone pouring gas over me and lighting it-except that it felt good. I found myself trembling. My heart was pounding, I was blushing. I mashed my mouth against his. At the time it was happening, I didn't think about right or wrong. His fingers explored and traced the shape of my tit through my blouse and bra. His palm cupped my trembling tit and the fingers closed gently, squeezing my tittie.
The hand toyed outside my blouse for several minutes before slipping between the buttons. He was smart. He waited until I was almost to the point of ripping my blouse open and thrusting his hand inside before finding the opening and touching the hot flesh between my tits. The fingers traced the lacy edge of the cup on either side for a minute and then pinched the button open and slid clear inside.
My nipples stiffened and rubbed against the soft fabric lining the inside of my bra. I thrilled and burned as his fingers stroked my tits. I was afraid to help because I didn't know what to do, and I was powerless to stop him. His fingers slid up to the top of my bra cup, found the shoulder strap and slid it off. I trembled with desire. A burning need to know how his fingers would feel when they caressed my nipples flooded through me. The minute my strap was down, his fingers slid inside my bra. A trail of electrical sparks followed his roving fingers as they made a beeline for my nipples. My heart was pounding so hard I thought it would burst as he circled the rock-hard tip of my nipple.
The couple in the front seat was far too busy to turn around. I heard my girl friend gasping in the darkness. My date withdrew his hand for a second and broke the kiss. He twisted around and finished unbuttoning my blouse. I closed my eyes and lay there unable to move. His hands followed my bra around to the back. Like magic, it parted. I felt him pulling it up. My nipples scraped the cloth as my tits came free. It felt really great to get out of that tight, confining thing.
My tits were tingling madly. I heard him sigh with delight as he gazed at my tits in the dim light. I felt warm and wanted. I felt desirable. I felt like a woman. He took one of my tits in each hand and squeezed them. His head was lowering and I gasped as I felt his hot tongue flick across the wrinkled brown nipples. I moaned as he sucked my nipple and nibbled gently with his teeth. The heat inside my pussy was boiling. I was squirming in need. He moved quickly from one nipple to the other. Then his tongue was drawing wet circles on the delicate virgin flesh of my tits and they broke out with goose bumps.
Before we had started petting, my skirt hem had remained modestly two inches above my knee. As he worked my tits, I forgot about it. His mouth stayed at my tits, working both titties in hungry desperation. I felt his hands stop squeezing and caressing. I felt them slide over my sides, down my ribs and along the outside of my thighs.
I felt myself being pushed slowly back, until my head was resting on the folded sweater and purse I'd put on the far side when I got in. I felt him following me over, his arms leaving my thighs long enough to ease me gently back, his mouth still sucking and chewing on my nipples. Then his hands were on the outside of my thighs again. Only now they were under my skirt and half slip. I felt him pushing both of them up, along the top of my thighs.
My training told me that I should stop right then, but the wine and the heat he'd already created inside my cunt overpowered me. I lay there knowing my white panties were exposed. I felt wicked. His hands rested for a minute on my knees. His fingers spread and he slid them lightly up the inside of my thighs. It was like someone had lit a fuse on a stick of dynamite. It burned and thrilled all the way, creating an explosion of demanding, hot need between my legs that hurt so bad I couldn't do anything to stop it.
He took his time teasing the inside of my thighs. I felt him pinch the soft flesh just below the leg bands of my tight panties. I felt him run his finger around the bands, tracing them. I felt him slide his fingers further up,
