Archive-name: First/vickie02.txt
Archive-author: Solitaire
Archive-title: Vickie - 2
DEDICATION
The events recounted take place in a small Southern city, too large
for everyone to know what everyone else did, but small enough that each
person's reputation was common knowledge.
The time is the mid-1950's, a golden age in America. Before
Vietnam and after the Second World War, having just concluded the
"police action" in Korea. An age of sexual innocence before the PILL,
but also before AIDS. An era when teenagers searched for identity in
an ever changing world. The 60's were right around the corner and some
freedoms and values were even then being challenged. But, for the most
part, we held the same values as our parents had a generation before.
This, then is the story of my own personal journey to sexual
manhood. My teacher was a thin, beautiful waif who had already learned
the joys of her own body and was willing to share the knoweldge with
me, a 16 year old, gangly teenager with more hormones than sense, more
desires than fulfillment.
This series is dedicated to Virginia T., the girl who first taught
me the joys of sex, lust, and love. In our few short weeks together
she showed me pleasures and sensuality I had never experienced.
Vickie, this is for you. Even after all these years I remember as
clearly as if it was yesterday your sweet kisses, your soft touch, and
your exciting aroma as we explored the depths of lust in the backseat
of a 1950 flathead Ford V8.
Solitaire
Saturday Night Fever
In today's world, young men put a can of Skoal in their back pocket
as an indication of their impending manhood. In my day, the white ring
on the brown wallet leather caused by a foil-encased Trojan was the
same thing. In those days, rubbers were kept behind the counter and
you could only get one by asking the pharmacist. Always you had to be
careful that the women behind the counter were elsewhere so you could
quietly talk to one of the men, shamed that someone might see you, but
also excited at the prospect of this rite of passage. A few days ago I
was in a drugstore behind a high school girl who was discussing the
merits of ribbed rubbers with her girlfriend who was working the cash
register. In my day, the only ribbed condoms were found in a machine
behind the door in the men's room at the truck stops.
All of this preliminary explanation to state that I was ready for
Saturday night and my first real date with Vickie. My condom was
safely waiting in my wallet where it had been for the last six months.
(In those days, we assumed that a rubber was indestructible and would
last forever, unless used, of course. But that wasn't very likely
unless you were willing to go with a girl who "did it".) I had
captured the aroma of her essence on my handkerchief when I cleaned my
hands before going home, and I placed it on my face as I jacked off in
bed, dreaming of encounters past and, hopefully, future. By Saturday
night my cock was so tender that it was constantly in my mind as my
tight pants rubbed on it, the feelings causing an erection and the
erection causing more memories. This vicious circle meant that I spent
the next few days walking around my high school with a constant hard-
on. Later I found out that that fact had caused more than one of my
female classmates to decide to accept if I asked them out.
I washed and cleaned my car, showering and covering my body with
after shave (Old Spice as I remember) so I would smell good. With a
half bottle of scent, I probably smelled like a French whorehouse, but
I didn't realize it at the time. Promptly at 7:30 that evening I
knocked on her door, dressed in black chinos, lime green short sleeved
shirt with the collar up in the back and cigarettes rolled up in the
left sleeve. Mrs. T. opened the door and looked at me with one eye.
Vickie later told me that she had control of only one eye, and that the
other wandered without control, but I was nearly unnerved by the sight
of a woman staring at me with one eye as the other looked all around.
Stammering, I asked if Vickie was ready, and she invited me in
while Vickie's brother called loudly, "Vickie, your date is here", his
tone sounding like he was about to puke. As Vickie walked into the
room, I got my first chance to look at her closely in the light. She
was much shorter than I and was extremely thin, her arms and legs
appearing to be nearly emaciated. Her face was pretty, even though her
cheeks were hollow, and her hair was done up in a braid on her head,
her bangs covering her forehead with a sleek brown shine. Her eyes
were sparkling, unlike their appearance when we first met, and I could
see color in her cheekbones as she blushed at my stare. I nearly
didn't hear Mrs. T's instructions to have her home by 1:00 and that I
should drive carefully, and other general bull that all parents tell
their children's dates.
As we walked to my car, her poodle skirt swished half way down her
calves. I helped her into the passenger seat, and she slid half way
across, waiting for me to get into the car. I had barely shut the door
when I felt her hand on my thigh as she leaned against my shoulder, her
head relaxed against the seat back. Starting the flathead 8, I started
for town, heading for the movie theater. Her eyes were closed and,
when I finally got to the theater and parked, seemed surprised to see
where we were.
"You don't have to take me in there if you don't want to," she said
in a small voice. In those days, your own reputation was colored by
the company you kept, and she knew that my reputation would change if
we were seen together a second time.
"I want to," was all I said as I got out of the car, Vickie sliding
out beside me. We went into the theater. While we stood there waiting
for popcorn and Cokes, I heard whispers behind me and knew that someone
was talking about us, and that the story would get all over school by
9:00 on Monday morning. I wasn't really brave, I was just determined
that small minds in a small city weren't going to make me change my
upbringing. I took "nice girls" to the theater, and I was bound and
determined that I was going to take Vickie.
We sat in the last row of the balcony--the make-out pit--as we
watched some movie. Vickie leaned against me so my right arm could go
around her shoulders and under her right arm, my fingers able to just
caress the sides of her breast covered with her blouse and bra. Her
sweater hid my hand from the sight of others, and I remember that I
fought to keep my arm from going to sleep, but I was afraid that if I
changed positions I wouldn't be able to touch her breast anymore.
Her hand was resting lightly on my knee, and occasionally she would
squeeze my leg as my fingers found her nipple through all the layers of
clothing, my fingers unable to be sure that I had the erect nubbin
captured until I felt her reaction. My erection, prominent all week,
was now raging, and I shifted to eliminate my uncomfort. Finally I had
to use my hand to release my cock from its confined place down my
inseam and let it ride up my belly. Vickie scooted down in the seat a
little more, and I thought it was to give my hand more access (which it
did) until I felt her elbow gently probing at my hard-on, rubbing
against its strength as her hand moved and caressed my knee.
I can't understand how I managed to wait for the movie to end.
Even today I think that I probably was so aroused that I would rape her
if not for the fact that there were about 50 people in the theater. As
we got up to leave, her hip brushed against my erection, and she leaned
back so her buttocks were firmly pressed into my groin as she moved
slightly from side to side, her crack dragging my cock as it worked
back and forth over my body. I nearly came, but she giggled and
stepped forward, leaving me with a raging hard-on creating a very
evident bulge in my pants (at her recommendation, I hadn't worn
underpants, so there was nothing to restrict or control my erection.)
I remember feeling that every eye was on my cock as we walked past the
rope which segregated the late show crowd from the matinee viewers.
When we finally got to my car, I asked her if she wanted to go to
the drive-in and get something to eat (still the perfect gentleman who
was "RAISED RIGHT".) She looked at me, looked plainly at my crotch,
and said, "I think we better get to the park before you bust the zipper
in your pants."
Remembering that speed caused her to get excited the first time, I
pressed the accelerator until we were going nearly 80 mph down the main
street in that section of town. Rather than risk the cops, I pulled
off into a residential section and my tires could be heard for blocks
as I rounded curves at top speed, hoping that there was no loose gravel
to cause a skid. Her eyes were bright with excitement and her hands
clutched at my leg as she tried to stay beside me as the force from
cornering threw both of us around (remember, seat belts wouldn't become
even optional equipment for nearly 5 more years.)
Finding the back of the lake and parking among the other "make-out"
artists, I killed the engine and turned off the lights. As I reached
for her, Vickie scooted across the seat and got out of the passenger
door, slamming it as she ran toward the lake, leaving me in a complete
state of confusion, my erection wilting fast as my mind tried to
understand what was happening. Finally, when she was about to
disappear around the curve of the lake, I got out of the car and ran
after her, catching up with her about two minutes later.
As I reached her side she stopped and turned to face me. "I
thought you weren't coming, and I'd hate to walk around the lake alone
with my blouse and bra off. You never know who you might meet."
Saying that, she handed me her sweater as she unbuttoned her blouse and
shook it off as she reached between her breasts and unsnapped the hook,
letting it slide off her arms to the ground. Raising her arms to the
sky, she stretched upward letting the coolness of the night air bathe
her nipples so that they poked out like pencil erasers from the
pinkness of her areolae. "I love to feel the wind on my tits. I hate
clothing. I wish I could be a nudist and go around all the time
without clothing, letting nature clothe me in its warmth."
I was dumbfounded. I had never even seen breasts before, and now
this sprite was standing in the streetlight in the park completely
naked to the waist. Quickly, before anyone could see, I put the
sweater over her shoulders and pulled it shut, my erection restored
with the thought of what she was doing. "No, let me. I'll keep it on
so I can cover up if we meet anyone, but I want to be free. I want to
feel the air on my nipples as we walk. Pick up my clothes and carry
them if it makes you feel better," she said as she started out walking
around the lake, her naked body gleaming in the streetlamps as we
walked. When we were near the park entrance a car turned in and bathed
us in its headlights, and I'm sure the driver caught a view of her
naked chest before she could pull the sweater closed.
When we finally got back to the car, I opened the door and she slid
the seat back and got in the back before I could stop her. Looking
around, I quickly followed and shut the door, extinguishing the dome
lamp. She threw her sweater into the front seat and leaned back
against the cushion, her fingers touching and caressing her nipples.
"Feel how hard they are. I love the excitement and it always causes my
nipples to get really hard and sensitive. Put your hand on them."
I reached out and put just the tip of my finger on her nipple,
pushing gently until it started to disappear into her breast. When I
released the pressure, it sprang back like a rubber ball, poking
proudly from her naked chest. I leaned forward and put my cheek
against her breast, rubbing it back and forth. "Kiss it," she
commanded as her fingers tangled in my hair, forcing my face against
her nudity. I opened my mouth as far as I could and sucked her entire
tit, my lips lapping over the soft rise of her breast as I put maximum
suction, pulling my head backward. "Do just the nipple," she whined as
the heat rose in her body. I could hear the slurping sounds and I
attacked her nipple with my lips and tongue, sucking and licking,
flicking the exciting bud of flesh as if I was a baby nursing for its
dinner. Her moans of pleasure filled my ears as she let the feelings
wash over her, her hands pressing into her groin and rubbing through
the thick skirt.
I put one hand on her other nipple and began to twist and pull it
like I had the first time I touched her, and I let my other hand fall
to her calf, rubbing her leg up under her skirt. As my hand neared the
conjunction of her thighs, she screamed, "No!" and grabbed my arm,
forcing my hand away from her crotch.
Confused, I sat back and looked at her slumped down in the seat,
completely naked from the waist up with her nipple glistening in the
soft light from a distant street lamp. Her mouth was open and her
hands were frantically rubbing at her pussy as, with a loud moan, she
came, her aroma flooding my senses. I nearly decided to get out of the
car, figuring that she was going to turn into another prick-teaser when
she came back to earth, her hands slowing and finally stopping their
intrusion onto her pussy.
"I'm sorry. I'm off the roof now and I can't fuck or anything. I
didn't want this to happen, but it felt so good while you were sucking
me that I had to rub myself." Now I might have been inexperienced, but
I wasn't dumb. I realized that she hadn't gotten her fingers inside
her pussy, so I couldn't understand how she got herself off.
"But how did you do it?" I asked, confounded by the fact that she
had cum without any penetration.
"I rubbed my clit, silly. It's really more sensitive than my pussy
is anyway, and it's right where I can get to it."
"Clit?" I thought, "what's a clit?" I had learned all the proper
terms for a woman's body in Sex Ed last year. I knew about ovaries,
vagina, fallopian tubes, womb; but no one said anything about a clit.
"Show me," I asked. "I want to see where your clit is."
Slowly she pushed both hands down her thighs, apparently trying to
decide if she would comply. Suddenly she made up her mind. She
grabbed the skirt and pulled it up so it covered her breasts, exposing
her panties which were wet with her vaginal fluids, her dark pubic
hairs poking from the sides where the crotch was forced between her
lips. She stuck one finger into the front of her panties and pulled
them to the side, exposing a curly mass of dark hair glistening wetly
in the night. "Give me your hand," she said as she reached for mine
with her free hand. She pulled it forward and let me feel the softness
of her inner lips. She pushed it upward and I felt a hard nubbin at
the top of her cunt lips, and she drew in her breath sharply as I
stroked it.
"Is that it?" I inquired, my fingers pushing the bud back and forth
in its warm moistness. Her gasp was all I needed to know. I leaned
down to get a better look and smelled her aroma wafting strongly up
from between her legs. Looking back through the dark currents of time,
I realize that I have associated the strong aroma of aroused womanhood
with that moment in my development. I rested my face against her thigh
as I poked and prodded her clit, flicking it back and forth, up and
down as her legs unconsciously shivered, alternately trying to clasp
and release my hand as it continued its pleasurable explorations. As I
stroked her, I felt the moisture increasing and I slid my open palm
against her pubic bone, trapping her clit against the unyielding
hardness as I rotated my hand, rubbing and squeezing the erect button.
With another loud moan, she climaxed again, her hips jerking up and
down, nearly dislodging my head from its resting place on her thigh.
"Oh God, don't stop. Don't stop now. Keep rubbing me. KEEP RUBBING
ME. KeepRubbingMe. Keeprubbingme."
Her climax lasted for about two minutes as I continued to use the
heel of my hand on her clit, continuing her pleasure. Suddenly her
body relaxed and seemed to collapse on the seat as her hands fluttered
at her crotch, trying to push my hands away. "Oh, please stop. That's
enough for now. My poor clit is so tender. Stop and let me catch my
breath."
We both sat up with our backs against the seat. "That was truly
wonderful," she said, taking my hand in hers and kissing the back of my
fingers. "I really did enjoy it. Give me a minute to catch my breath
and I'll do you too."
As we sat there, I reached over and began to play with her nipple
again, softly touching it and the entire surface of her small breasts
as we shared a cigarette, the red glow illuminating her naked body as
she drew deeply of its addictive smoke.
When she finished the smoke, she threw it out the window before
turning to me and placing her hand on my crotch. "Take off your
shirt," she requested as she continued to stroke my prick. I
unbuttoned and removed it, throwing it into the front seat along with
hers. Her lips and tongue danced on my chest as she worked her way
from my neck to my beltline, pausing to flick wetly at my nipples, the
sensation causing me to groan with pleasure. She took one nipple into
her lips and sucked it hard, her mouth hollowing with the vacuum.
Suddenly I felt a sharp pain in my nipple. She had bitten me! I
jerked back with surprise and I felt her teeth grating against my
sensitive bud as it pulled free. "Come back here. Pleasure and pain
are nearly one," she said as she grabbed my hair and pulled her mouth
back to my chest, capturing the red nubbin in her mouth.
Now that I knew what to expect, it felt funny; strangely erotic and
strangely forbidden. I never knew that men's nipples were sensitive
before Vickie took me in hand (mouth, really) and taught me that pain
can be a pleasure in the right circumstances.
I felt her hands at my belt and fly, and I lifted my hips as I felt
her start to slide my pants down, leaving me naked from my knees
upward. I could see the wetness of my pre-cum coating the angry
redness of my cockhead as it poked up from my belly at a thirty degree
angle.
She twisted her body so that, while she continued to nibble at my
nipple, her tits brushed across my prick, her hard nipples poking into
my strength. I was confused and pleased simultaneously. This wasn't
what I had expected. I was ready mentally, even if not experiencially,
to put my cock inside her pussy. I had studied the sex book I found in
my father's closet and I knew that my cock was designed to fit into her
cunt. But the book hadn't said anything about nipple biting and nipple
rubbing and tit fucking. I felt her hand go to the base of my cock as
she rubbed it back and forth over her hard nipple, the friction causing
me great pleasure and great pain from the tickling sensations. My hips
jerked involuntarily as I gave myself up to the sensuality of the
situation.
I felt the semen rising in my cock as it started its journey from
my balls, and it felt as if it was nearly burning as I erupted,
covering her chest with my seed, her teeth digging in even harder.
Each time my spasms would subside, she would bite me again and another
spasm would shoot some more cum onto her.
Finally I was dry and her teeth were becoming unpleasantly painful.
I tried to force her head away, but she kept her face on my chest as
she changed to suckling and licking the tortured bud of my nipple, the
sweat from my body mingling with the cum covering hers to make both of
us slippery.
She sat up and, while watching my face, began to rub my cum into
her skin, the white globs of cum oozing between her fingers as she
captured more and more of my love juices.
"Did you like that? I love to feel cum on my titties. I like to
feel its heat and smoothness against my skin. I wish I could have some
every night so I could rub it in like this," she said as her body
glistened in the streetlight.
As I tried to catch my breath, I could only nod my agreement. If
she could be this erotic while she was off the roof, what would she do
when she was finished? For a minute I thought that we were finished
for the night, but she had other ideas. She leaned forward so that our
chests touched, her hard nipples digging into my pectorals as I felt
her body sliding across mine, my cum and my sweat providing the
lubrication. It felt wonderful! Her soft lips found mine and she
poked her tongue between my lips, forcing its way into my mouth as her
hands started to search for my nipples. She found both of them and
again started pinching and twisting them, occasionally letting her
fingernails dig in sharply and causing my cock to stir from its
lethargy and begin to snake its way upward, bumping into her side as it
jerked involuntarily.
Giggling, she breathed into my mouth, "Are you ready so soon? Do
you want me to do it AGAIN?" with the emphasis on the last word
implying that she really didn't believe it. "Sit back and let me do
you slowly, touch you slowly so that it lasts, while I tell you what
we're going to do next weekend."
My mind is nearly a complete blank. I remember her telling me that
we were going to go down near the river where we could be alone, that
we were going to make love on a blanket, that we were going to be naked
and together under the stars; and I remember that she kept me right on
the edge of my third orgasm of the night, but she wouldn't let me cum.
Every time my body rose towards the apex, she would slow down or she
would stop completely and simply continue kissing me with her lips and
tongue. Vaguely I remember my voice, sounding as if it was coming from
some movie screen, begging her to let me cum, nearly crying in my
frustration as the sensations welled up, only to be capped just before
completion. My entire being was wrapped up in a small, thin sixteen
year old girl with knowledge beyond her years.
Finally, she stuck her tongue in my ear and licked it wetly as she
whispered that it was time, that she was also ready to cum. I hadn't
been touching her, at her insistence, but now my hand found its way
back under her skirt to rub at the erect nubbin at the top of her
slippery wet lips. As soon as I touched it, she groaned and I felt her
hips spasm as she worked herself against my fingers, her own now
rubbing frantically up and down my cock, no longer slippery but hot
with the friction of her movements as the loose skin slid back and
forth over the sensitive nerve endings, causing me to erupt again, this
time on my own chest and belly. Her hand started the milking motion on
my cock head again, my cum giving sufficient lubrication so that it
wasn't painful, and I remember moaning her name as my hip spasms
started to subside.
Somehow I remember going down to the lake to wash off, her chest
glistening in the streetlights as she bathed my cum from her body, her
skin shivering with the icy coldness of the water. I remember holding
her in my arms, giving my warmth to her and shielding her from the
world, and I remember arriving back at her house just before curfew,
but the memories are too vague to be recounted.
Needless to say, my thoughts for the next week would be colored
with the memories of what we had done in the backs seat of my Ford and
fantasies about what we would do on the river next week, the subject of
another chapter in this series.
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