Message-ID: <23260asstr$953633402@assm.asstr-mirror.org> From: otzchiim@aol.com (Otzchiim) X-Original-Message-ID: <20000320213739.28338.00001443@ng-bk1.aol.com> Subject: {ASSM} Winning Wanda/Dave Whitley 4 Date: Tue, 21 Mar 2000 05:10:02 -0500 Path: assm.asstr-mirror.org!not-for-mail Approved: Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d X-Archived-At: X-Moderator-Contact: ASSTR ASSM moderation X-Story-Submission: X-Moderator-ID: IceAltar, dennyw While this is a multi-chapter effort, it began as a set of (unconnected, for the most part) short stories and still retains enough of that character that you do not have to read each one in turn to understand what is going on. Think of it as a series of incidents in a biography. The sexual activity is invariably M/F (or m/f in some cases and jurisdictions), almost invariably consensual, there being one exception in here. Drugs show up once or twice, defloration more often. Chapter 4. Winning Wanda Wanda Skolnik had led something of a sheltered life for these times. She was an only child whose mother had died when Wanda was thirteen and whose father loved her but was never sure about how to talk to her or to deal with her. Part, perhaps, of his problem there was that she was turning into the perfect image of her Irish mother, red-haired and freckled and internally beautiful. She had never travelled more than fifty miles from the place where she was born. She was shy and had never dated much. The high school that she went to was a good one, with few even of the problems high schools have in these days. All the people she knew there were nice. It was a good bunch of people to be around. That certainly was the way Wanda was thinking when she agreed to go out with Doug Shepherd, who had just moved into the area. They had been necking and petting and it gradually got more serious. They dated every Friday night for five months from April until her seventeenth birthday, which was on a Friday in September. (It later came out that he had been seeing another girl on Saturdays.) There were girls around who would put out for a movie or a meal, and more who would let you into their pants after a few dates, but Doug wanted something more than that. He wanted someone whom he could take all the way for the first time, whom he could lead each step of the way. He wanted to burst Wanda's hymen and open up her vagina. He wanted to feel her cherry pop and know that this girl was all his, at least for a while. He planned it out carefully, starting very slowly and only getting into tongue-kissing with Wanda after three months. Another month and he was touching the skin at her stomach, two more and he was caressing the inside of her legs. In the two months before her seventeenth birthday, he was opening her blouse and fondling her nipples inside the bra. On her seventeenth birthday, he picked her up at her home and brought her flowers. Her father put most of them into a vase immediately, but Wanda kept a couple to take with her, and she kept them at hand all night, smelling them from time to time. She had spent a lot of money on a sleek frilly white dress for the occasion, and she had only had it on for a few minutes when Doug drove up. He took her to a fancy restaurant for dinner, with soft music and candlelight. She said later that she had never been treated like this before in her life, with the flowers and the dinner and all, and when he handed Wanda a little box with a brooch in it for a birthday present, she started to cry. The waiter knew that this was her birthday, and brought them low-alcohol wine for the occasion. This came just before he gave Wanda the jewelry, and when she went to wash the tears from her face, Doug drank half of his, refilled it with straight grain alcohol, and switched glasses. When they left the restaurant, he took Wanda for a long drive out in the country, under the stars, with the top down in the June night. They parked in a deserted spot to talk, and he suggested that they sit under the trees on a blanket he had brought. Soon they were lying side by side and kissing heavily. He stroked her face, and then the skin at the top of her dress. His right hand held the back of her neck while his tongue probed deep into her mouth. Wanda moaned in excitement when he did it. His right hand touched the zipper at the back of her dress and drew it down a few inches. Her eyes opened and looked into his. She looked hesitant, then she nodded for him to go on. Doug discovered then that beneath her dress there was nothing but Wanda down to the panties, since the dress had a bra built into it. He stroked her backbone, then her shoulderblades as he pulled the dress wider open. He pulled away to rest their tongues and he lay Wanda on her back, with almost nothing but her skin against the blanket now. He leaned over Wanda and kissed her again, and now drew the dress forward over her shoulders. Her lips half-formed a protest, but it turned into a gasp of desire when his lips touched one nipple and began to caress it. One hand found the other nipple and Wanda held his head there for a long moment. His other hand opened his shirt, so that after he had kissed her all over her upper body, he could lie skin against skin to kiss her open mouth. He slid the gathered dress from under her hips bit by bit; she was not aware of this until Doug pulled it from her legs. He continued to fondle her thighs, and now put his left hand directly between her legs to press his palm down. Her body tensed and began to tremble. "I'm not sure," Wanda said. "I want to, I want you very much, but I'm not sure." He drew away and kissed Wanda again. This time his hands were mainly occupied in taking off his pants and his shorts before he returned to her body. He used his hands and lips to build Wanda to a fine passion again before he touched her panties and took them down her legs. She whimpered then, but whether in fear or desire he did not know. But Wanda eagerly accepted his hand at the center of her womanhood, and his probing fingers. He aroused her twice, but he deliberately stopped short of bringing Wanda to a climax, so that her desire would only be satisfied when he entered her. As he spread her vaginal lips, her legs spread in response, and he shifted to lie between them. The end of his erection touched the end of her tunnel now. She gave a gasp at the touch and her body trembled in anticipation of his entry. He moved his hips forward until he met resistance, then he broke through with one stroke. Wanda cried out in as they felt the tissue tear and he sank in. Wanda was so tight that the pleasure was almost unendurable, but her muscles relaxed somewhat and her uncorked passion came forward. Soon her hips snapped upward as his came down. He tried to put his erection as far into her as he could at the moment that he ejaculated, and she arched her back to try to put him a little further, and his semen went further yet. He took her home about five minutes after the 11 P.M. curfew, but her father was quite willing to forgive the five minutes since it was her birthday. He would not have forgiven Doug seducing and deflowering his daughter that night, but he didn't know about that. Nor did he know when Doug rode her to orgasm the next Friday night, and the night after that, nor the following Friday when he introduced her to cunnilingus, nor the night during her period when he talked her into sucking him off. After that Doug started to take her out on Saturday nights also -- but every night ended that same way, or in some variation if she was on her period. He told Wanda that she was the first woman he had ever had sexual contact with, and she did not think to question his obvious experience. In September, he began to pick her up in his car after school, take down her panties in a secluded spot, bang her, and drop her at home before anyone noticed she was late. While he was shrewd there, Doug was dumb in other ways, as we shall see. Since the reopening of school meant that she only had time to get laid on weekends, Suzanne Elgin decided that she might as well be open about going with Daniel, and he pumped her every Friday and Saturday night for some time. What she was not open about was that Dave Whitley was meeting her on Sunday afternoons now and giving her everything he had on a blanket in a clearing in the woods. Anne Shimura had sort of so-so grades in high school, nothing like good enough to go to any big-name college, but quite all right for the U of M at College Park. Her father was very disappointed in this, in that he wanted his daughter to be an outstanding scholar, yet sort of relieved, since he would have felt obligated to send her to as good a place as he could afford if she had been able to get admitted there. But it still made for a certain kind of friction at home over her lack of study. Dave Whitley also did not study as much as he probably should have. He had gone out for football his first two years at Mount Venus High, despite not liking the game much, because of pressures on him from others. He had a body that seemed naturally suited for athletics, but the kind he personally preferred were shorter-term, usually horizontal, and involving a partner of the opposite sex. While being on the team might have attracted some girls, he had only been on the second-string team, and he felt the trade-off of practice -- and the chance of injury -- wasn't worth the way it cut into tail-chasing. So this year Dave devoted some thought to an active campaign of meeting girls. In the first week of classes he worked things so that he went to the cafeteria at a slightly different time each day, and every day he talked up a different girl in the line. Three of the five times he talked himself into sharing a table with her and every time he got that far he got a date. One of them he went out with maybe twice before they both decided that they were not compatible. The second one Dave went on four dates with, and the fourth time he balled her. He had a great time, and she certainly seemed to, but after that she told him she wanted to try other people. He wasn't sure what to say in response except yes, so he did. The third one was Anne Shimura. She seemed to find his body more of a turn-on than most girls did. He certainly liked hers. That operation in the cafeteria decided Anne that Dave was smart and smooth enough that he deserved to be at least tried out for a date or two. She found out later about his doing exactly the same thing with at least two other girls during that first week of classes, but it really didn't bother her. He hadn't been making any promises beyond one evening and when she learned about his technique being a practiced thing, he had already settled to just her anyway. They hit it off pretty well right from the start. Anne dated a couple of other guys during the first month of that school year, but it soon got to be a steady thing with Dave. Anne had not expected that she would stay with one boy so fast, since she hadn't before. Actually, she would have figured that she would change partners even faster, since there were a lot more to choose from and a lot more variety. Dave figured out pretty quickly that Anne was inexperienced. It wasn't just that she was a virgin; she had never had a man bring her to orgasm with his fingers, let alone jacked one off. She had never had somebody play with her breasts, and while she had french-kissed, she never got anything out of it before she met Dave. Dave didn't know if her previous dates were stupid or just timid, but he was perfectly happy to educate Anne, all the way if possible. The only trouble was that he had to take her slow. This meant that he had to work things out by hand, thinking about her, after he dropped her off. And a couple of times he looked up Irene or Therese or Suzanne and had quickies with them. Funny thing is, he thought about Anne those times too. Her parents were also a bit strict. Dave didn't think they ever approved of him. Nothing personal, probably; they just wanted Anne to marry as a virgin and marry a Japanese-American. And therefore they encouraged her to only date Japanese-Americans, but all of those felt she was a slacker (or so she said) because she was normal. But Anne liked Dave, and she liked talking to him. She liked the way his lips pressed hard against hers just before he dropped her off at home after a date. She liked even more the way Dave opened her lips up and got his tongue in, a couple of weeks later. Anne had let a couple of boys do that before, but Dave was the first one to ever make her get anything out of it. With the others it was sort of a reward to them for being very nice; with him it was something she found herself wanting, and she found that it made her want other things as well. Doug Shepherd had a girl who was willing to do anything for him in bed, so he talked about it. Maybe he realized that Wanda was more serious about him than he was about her; she was more serious about damn near anything than he was, as were most people. Probably he was just dumb, though. There was a birthday party at the corner sandwich place. Doug had several beers before he got there, and when the party ended there were six guys left (among them Dave Whitley) and two girls, Wanda and an older girl named Anne, the sister of one of the guys. Both the girls were off at the restroom, and Doug started talking about how great Wanda was in bed, about how great it had been to get into her pants and pop her cherry, about how he had given her a real education in what a woman should do for a man. He was giving details, and he was saying it loud, too. Doug was saying it loud enough that he didn't hear Wanda come back. He did hear the glasses falling to the floor when she grabbed the drink tray to slam it down on his neck. Somebody knocked her arm aside; maybe it's a pity. Then she broke three nails on his shoulder. Dave saw the emergency room take out the fragments. Doug was lucky Wanda was too mad to think straight; that drink tray was heavy enough to slow her down, and there was a steak knife sitting right beside it. For the next month Wanda went straight home, talked to almost nobody at school, and refused any offer of a date. Wanda felt, perhaps rightly, that the guys at school who would ask her out now would just want to see for themselves -- quickly -- how hot she really was. That month of October saw some progress in the relationship between Dave Whitley and Anne Shimura, emotional and especially physical. Dave got Anne breathing heavy in less than a minute after the first time he got his tongue into her mouth. When that had happened on three dates in a row, she slumped against him in tension and exhaustion and Dave decided it was time to up the ante. He pulled up the edge of her blouse and touched the skin on Anne's stomach and began to caress it. Then he reached down to her feet and he slipped one shoe off and massaged her foot, following that by manipulating her ankle. And then he moved up. This became a routine for them. By the end of the month the massage had progressed from her soles to her calves and half-way up her thighs. Dave had big and strong hands, and he had found them very useful for doing things like that. Anne was now relaxing completely with him. While her inhibitions were undoubtedly still in place, she was coming to trust Dave more and more. And he was becoming more sure all the time that he would be able to eventually guide her to where he wanted her to be. He was not -- yet -- trying to arouse her. But she was becoming very receptive and reactive. -- Pursuant to the Berne Convention, this work is copyright with all rights reserved by its author unless explicitly indicated. +---------------------------------------------------------------------------+ | alt.sex.stories.moderated ----- send stories to: | | FAQ: Moderator: | +---------------------------------------------------------------------------+ |Archive: Hosted by Alt.Sex.Stories Text Repository | |, an entity supported entirely by donations. | +---------------------------------------------------------------------------+