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. Discovering Rachel
By Mandil
I was eighteen and unbelievable as it may seem, I had never kissed a
girl yet, and it goes to say also that I had never experienced sex. Yes
I was still a virgin at eighteen.
All of my friends were often bragging about having gone all the way
with this girl or that girl, some went even so far as to describe in
crude details everything that they had done while having sex with a
girl.
As for myself, I had to lie and invent imaginary affairs that I had
only dreamed about.
You see I was then and I am still a very shy type of guy, for me
flirting with a girl goes completely against my nature. I have seen
friends of mine lacking completely in manners and not being even half
as handsome as I believed I was, - no bragging here I am simply stating
the facts - getting dates with girls that I didn't even dare to dream
of ever dating.
All through my high school years I did suffer because of this facet of
my personality and no matter how hard I tried to overcome my shyness in
the presence of girls, I never could find the courage to initiate a
conversation with any of them.
So here I was at eighteen and I had never gone on a date with a girl
yet. Worst still, I would instantly freeze whenever a girl would come
near me.
This handicap of mine was responsible for much suffering on my part and
the older I got, the more it pained me to be left out.
It was the middle of summer; I had just finished my high school and I
was planning to attend college in September. I couldn't accept the fact
that I was going to attend college and yet had never gone out with a
girl.
After weeks of planning and thinking of all sorts of schemes, which
always ended with my backing down at the last minute, I finally found
enough courage to ask a girl that I knew a little to go out with me.
She had just turned sixteen and her name was Rachel Welden. She was
living on a farm just a few miles outside of the small town of Moose
Creek where I was living.
I didn't pick her because she was popular or very pretty. On the
contrary I chose her because I had never seen her with a boy yet and
even though she was not bad looking, her family was poor and each time
I saw her in school she was always dressed very plainly.
Beside, I thought that she was a little out of proportion since she had
a plump and round bottom with rather wide hips even though her waist
was small. As for her breasts, they appeared quite normal for a girl of
sixteen. Beside who was I to judge her boobs; I had never touch a tit
yet in my life.
During my last year of high school, I had seen her many times in the
hall and on those occasions she always shyly smiled at me. Then one day
I noticed her while she was wearing her gym outfit, she was jogging
with the rest of her class while going out of the gym. I was much
impressed by the sight of her round thighs and her straight legs, for
the first time I realized that she was not really plump at all.
On that day, when she saw me staring at her, she smiled again at me
even though I could tell that she was very shy because of the fact that
she was wearing her gym outfit and she knew that I was staring at her.
When this even occurred, I was with my friends Ricky and Fred. Our math
teacher was absent that day and we had decided to sit outside at the
back of the school so as to enjoy the first warm day of spring. When
Ricky saw her smiling at me he said.
"That is Rachel Welden, she should be an easy fuck. I bet that the
first guy that goes out with her will hit an homerun in her pussy."
"Why do you say that? Do you know someone that has gone out with her?"
I quickly said to him.
"No, but Jack Lockwell went out with her older sister Monica and he
said that they were fucking ten minutes after he had parked his car at
the drive-in. Beside Jack, half a dozen guys have gone out with her
sister and they all managed to dip their cock in her eager cunt."
"That doesn't mean that Rachel is like her sister."
"Well they both come from the same litter so they must all act and
think alike. Beside, who would want to be seen going out with Rachel
Welden?"
Ricky's remark about the Welden girls being easy fuck, remained in my
head as the weeks went by and since I was getting nowhere with any
other girl, I began to think more and more about Rachel who I figured
must be an easy pick.
Now that school was over, I knew that I would be seeing very little of
my high school friends in the near future. It then became less
important to me as to what they would be thinking of me it I was to be
seen in the company of a girl such as Rachel.
By that time I had save enough money to buy myself a good used car. My
parents had approved my buying one since I was going to need it to
commute back and forth every week from Moose Creek to Jamestown where
was situated the college I was going to attend in September.
Just a week before the end of my high school year, my father
accompanied me to one of the used cars dealers and on his
recommendation I bought a nine years old Chevrolet that was still in a
very good condition.
I then said to myself that now that I owned a car, it wouldn't be too
difficult to stay away from Moose Creek and therefore not be seen by
anyone I knew if I could get someone like Rachel to go out with me.
Of course it took me a couple of weeks before I summoned enough courage
to make the first move and ask her to go out with me. I had planned
everything before I dialled her number.
If she was to accept to go out with me, I was going to take her to the
drive-in movie in Russell, a town about thirty miles from Moose Creek.
Since I wouldn't have to drive through Moose Creek with her, the
chances of being seen with her in my car were very slim indeed.
How many times did I dismiss the whole idea, I can't say exactly but
each time I did, the though of having to go to college without having
experienced a kiss with a girl made me go back on my decision.
Finally, one Saturday afternoon, I went to a pay phone and I dialled
her number.
My hands were sweating, my legs were shaking and while my heart was
beating wildly against my ribs cage, I waited for someone to answer the
phone.
"Hello."
It was a woman's voice but not that of Rachel.
"Could I speak to Rachel please?"
"Just a minute."
I heard someone calling Rachel by her name. She must have been outside
and it took a couple of minutes for her to come to the phone. It gave
me time to calm down a little, but still I came close to hanging the
phone, I had to force myself to keep it off the hook until I heard
Rachel's voice at the other end.
"Rachel's speaking."
"Hi, I don't suppose that you know who is talking?"
"No. I don't"
"Well this is ... Johnny Materson. Yes I am Johnny."
It was too late now for me to hang up since I had already told her my
name.
"Hi Johnny. Are you enjoying your vacations?"
"Yes. Yes of course. I have something to ask you Rachel."
"What is it?"
"Well you might think that my asking you this is a little strange but
still I will."
"Yes? What is it that you want to ask me?"
"Well I was wondering if you would like to go out with me this
evening."
I had done it and even though I was expecting her to refuse, at least I
had broken the ice and I had asked a girl to go out with me.
"Are you sure that want to talk to me and not to my sister Monica?"
"No, you are Rachel aren't you?"
"Yes I am but my sister is closer to your age."
"It doesn't matter, I would like to go out with you this evening. Of
course if you can't I will understand."
I was beginning to feel a little depress since I had the impression
that Rachel was about to turn me down. But all my hopes were once again
rekindled when she said.
"Oh I would love to go out with you this evening, but first I have to
ask my parents. I have never gone on a date yet. Can you hold the phone
while I go and ask my mother?"
"OK, I will wait. Go and ask her."
She was willing to go out with me. I was now floating on a cloud of
hope and anything was now possible. While I was imagining all sorts of
erotic scenarios with Rachel, I could hear her talking in the
background. Then after a minute or two, she came back to the phone.
"Hello Johnny?"
"Yes?"
My heart was pumping blood so fast now that I could actually hear it
flowing in the veins inside my ears. What would be her answer? Had her
mother given her the permission to go out with me?
"My mom said that I could go provided that I am back before midnight."
Wow, I had a date. All the tension within my body was suddenly eddying
away and I felt as if I had been elected athlete of the year.
It took me a couple of seconds before I could answer her back, and when
I did, my voice was trembling with joy.
"That is great. When do you want me to pick you up?"
"I will be ready at seven thirty, is that fine with you?"
Was that OK with me? Of course it was fine with me. I would have picked
her up at any time she wanted, even right now if she had insisted on
it.
"Very well, I will be at your place at seven thirty. See you then."
At last I finally had done it. I felt exhilarated with joy, as I
remained frozen in front of the phone. In the back of my mind I was
afraid to hear it ring with Rachel telling me that she had changed her
mind. But then I realized that I had called from a pay phone and there
was no way for her to call me back on that phone.
As soon as I got back home, I took a shower and I began to prepare
myself for an evening with Rachel. I think that my mother did figure
that I was going out with a girl, but she didn't make any comment or
ask any question about it and I felt very grateful for that.
At a quarter to seven, I left my house and drove toward Green Meadow
road where Rachel's parents lived on their farm. By the time that I
could see their house, I realized that it was only a quarter past
seven. I thus decided to stop by the side of the unpaved road at a
distance of about a quarter of a mile from their farm.
From where I was, while waiting in my car, I could tell that it was a
modest farm. There was a small barn a few hundreds feet at the back of
the two story red bricks house. On one side of the house I could see
the small shed, while on the other side there was a large garden in
which someone was bend over and busy removing weeds.
At last my watch said it was seven thirty, with trembling and moist
hands I stirred the car back on the gravel road and I slowly drove
toward her house.
The minute that I got onto the long driveway leading to the house, a
huge black dog came to meet me and he began to run next to my car while
barking continuously as if I was a thief. Then once I had pulled at the
side of the house, Rachel came outside and quieted the dog with a
command.
My heart skipped a beat when I saw her. She looked stunningly
beautiful; at least to me she appeared thus. She was wearing a thin
loose beige skirt that went exactly to her knees, matching her skirt
she had on a light brown sweater that might have been a little too
tight on her since it was moulding her young breasts in a provocative
manner.
But I knew that she probably hadn't done this on purpose, her parents
were not wealthy and the sweater must have belonged to her younger
sister. But I certainly didn't mind her wearing it since the color did
match perfectly with the skirt she had on and it did make her look very
appealing.
She had tied her hair in a ponytail with a brown ribbon at the back and
while she smiled at me, I couldn't fail to notice her thick sensuous
lips as they revealed her perfect white and even teeth.
"Hi Johnny. I couldn't believe it when you phone me."
"I am glad you did accept my invitation," I said to her. "I almost
changed my mind at the last minute before calling you, I wasn't too
sure if you would come out with me."
"Well I am glad that you did phone me. Come inside and meet my
parents."
This part about meeting her parents was a burden to me. I wasn't too
keen about being introduced to them since it wasn't my intention to see
them again, nor did I intend to go out again with Rachel. I knew that
our going out together was a one evening affair.
I only wanted this evening to be my initiation into kissing and if
possible also into fondling a girl for my very first time. I certainly
had no intention to let anyone that I knew know that I had actually
gone out with Monica's sister. Worst still, I didn't want people to
think that she and I were going steady. After all, I had standards to
keep and it wouldn't do to have my friends know that I had taken Rachel
out.
Her father approached my car coming from the garden where he had been
working. He was tall with a pleasant enough face and he was dressed in
long coverall under which he was wearing a red and blue flannel
checkers shirt.
We shook hands as Rachel introduced us then for a couple of minutes he
asked me a few questions such as what was my father's first name and
where he was working. Soon enough he went back into his garden.
Rachel's mother was still busy putting away the dishes when we entered
the house. Rachel's older sister, Monica, and her younger sister
Barbara, were both helping their mother with the dishes.
Once I had been introduced to her mother, Rachel explained to her that
I would be going to college come September and that we had met in high
school.
Then just as we were about to leave, her mother said - while looking at
both of us - that Rachel was not to be home later than midnight and
also that I should drive carefully.
In general I was favourable impressed with her family. They were nice
people and I now felt a little guilty about my intentions concerning
their daughter. I was prepared to take all the liberties that she was
going to allow me and even more. I knew that if her mother or father
could have read my mind, they certainly wouldn't have let her go out
with me.
As soon as Rachel got into my car, she moved close to me thus sitting
in the middle of the seat. The significance of her sitting so near to
me was very clear. She was thus letting it be known to anyone who would
happen to see us together that we were out on a date. In my mind it was
as if she was claiming her right on me.
But far from being offended by her sitting so close to me, it did
trilled me to the utmost. Yes for the very first time ever, a female
was purposely sitting next to me and she was thus proclaiming to the
eyes of the world that there was a bound between her and me. I was now
glad that I hadn't bought the smaller sport car that the dealer was
trying to sell me. It had bucket seats and if I had bought it, Rachel
wouldn't be sitting as close to me as she was now.
I drove slowly. Then I proposed to her that we should go to the drive-
in movie in Clarence. Earlier, while preparing myself to pick her up, I
had feared that she might not want to go to the drive-in since it was
well known that those couples that went there did so with the intention
of doing a lot of necking and even much more. But, much to my surprise,
she immediately agreed and as soon as I reached the main highway, I
turned in the direction of Clarence, which was thirty miles away.
While on our way there, during the first five minutes of the trip,
neither of us said a word. There was much uneasiness between us as we
each kept trying to figure what the other was thinking. She was the
first to break the barrier of silence when she asked me what had made
me decide to ask her out. Of course I had a little trouble explaining
this, but I did tell her that after seeing her beautiful smile in
school I felt that I had to see her again.
This seemed to please her a lot.
Once the ice was broken, the conversation kept going and the first
thing that I knew we were in Clarence. It was not quite dark yet and
even though the drive-in grown was already opened, the movie had not
begun yet since it wasn't dark enough.
But just the same, I drove into the half circular parking area in front
of the tall unanimated screen and I parked my car in a space at the
back in the last row.
By now we had a lot to say to each other. I learned that this was her
first date ever and I almost admitted to her that it was also mine, but
I couldn't find enough courage to do so.
Talking to Rachel was so easy that I found myself telling her things
that just a few hours previously I wouldn't even imagine revealing to
anyone. I told her about the fact that I was not getting along with my
sister and I also told her about my getting caught stealing my father's
car the previous year.
We were so much preoccupied telling each other our taste in music as
well as the things we had recently done, that when the screen finally
lit up I was disappointed.
As soon as they turned off the outside lights and the first movie
began, Rachel cuddled a little closer to me. I figured that it was a
signal from her part to let me know that she wanted my arm around her
shoulders and I managed to find enough courage to do exactly that.
It felt great. At last I was holding a girl in my arms and I had the
whole evening before me to increase my experience or should I say to
begin acquiring experience in the intimate company of the opposite sex.
It took me at least fifteen minutes before I found enough courage to
turn my head toward her and to kiss her lightly on her left cheek. Of
course it was the first time ever that I was kissing a girl, - even
though it was not an extremely passionate kiss - I felt very exited and
proud of myself then. The skin of her cheek had felt so warm and very
soft against my mouth and I was very eager to taste more of her.
When I once again turned my head in her direction a few minutes later,
she also happened to tilt her head toward me. So instead of kissing her
on the left cheek as I had intended, I suddenly felt my lips half on
her chin and half on her sweet lips.
I couldn't tell for certain if she had purposely turned her head my way
or if it just happened that way. But as soon as I felt my upper lips
sinking between her half parted lips, a tremendous surge of excitement
took hold of me and it made my - until then - soft cock begin to stir
into attention within the tightness of my pants.
At the time, had I been able to prevent myself from getting an
erection, I would have done so since for the moment I wanted her lips
against mine more than anything else. While our lips had made contact,
I had been in the grip of so much new emotions from the unintentional
kiss that I didn't want to be bothered by the sexual aspect of it all.
Of course at the time I wasn't aware that you couldn't experience one
without awakening the other.
As soon as the kiss was over, I knew that until that day I had missed
something very important in my life even if I had not been aware of it.
I was now just discovering this missing element.
I didn't have sex in mind then; at last not the sexual act, even though
my rigid cock claimed the contrary. For the first time in my life, I
was experiencing physical love for another human being and this with
all of my five senses and the experience was awesome.
I still could feel the moisture of her teeth - yes my lips had actually
made contact with her white teeth - against my upper lip and when I did
lick the precious liquid with my tongue, I knew that I was tasting the
flavour of her mouth.
Our unintentional kiss was also having an effect on Rachel. As soon as
our lips pulled apart, she cuddled closer against me, then all of a
sudden she took my hand in her own and she squeezed it tightly.
Now I was dying to taste her lips again. I felt like an addict who had
been given a small sample of the drug from which he had been kept sway
for too long. Nothing on earth could now prevent me from kissing her
again and again.
It then occurred to me that she could see the stretched material at the
front of my pants where my pulsating cock was pressing as if it wanted
to get out.
But I no longer cared; instead I turned my head once more toward her.
She also tilted her head toward me and this time I purposely pressed my
lips on her sensuous mouth.
I know that if I live to be a hundred years old, I will always remember
that kiss. At first only our lips were touching, but a few seconds
later, as if a signal had been given or should I say a fire had been
ignited, we both opened our respective mouth.
First I felt the pressure of her teeth against my lips then it
happened. Without my consciously willing it, the tip of my tongue
slipped between my lips and I was touching her teeth. Had I been able
to summoned enough courage then, I could have actually shove my tongue
pass her teeth and into her mouth.
But I was more than satisfy to be rubbing my tongue against her teeth
and I could actually detect the flavour of mint on them, probably from
the toothpaste she had use just before I picked her up. Soon much of
her saliva was coating my tongue and the intimacy of it all was adding
greatly to my desire to taste much more of her.
How long did this first passionate kiss lasted? I couldn't tell. Was it
ten seconds, a minute or five minutes? Time had no meaning then; all
that mattered was Rachel and the intimacy of our mouths.
Until then I had seen movies and read stories where people who were
kissing ran out of breath. Even today I can't figure out how this could
be since neither of us were short of breath then and I have never
experienced a shortage of breath while kissing up to this day.
When I finally pulled my lips away from hers, I knew that this first
kiss would remain in my mind for as long as I lived. Never before in my
entire life had I experienced something even approaching what I had
just felt while kissing her. There was nothing wicked or naughty in
that kiss, it was simply just too wonderful to be wrong.
After that first long kiss, there were a series of successive kisses,
each one being more daring than the previous one. Gradually we began to
exchange saliva as our respective tongue took turn in exploring the
other's mouth and soon my passions were on fire.
But I could also tell, judging by Rachel's eager sucking on my tongue,
that she was also in the grip of ever increasing passions. All the time
now her hands were pressing at the back of my head thus forcing my
mouth against her lips.
Then without really willing this to happen, my hand as though having a
mind of its own, moved over the front of her sweater and it came to
rest exactly over her right breast.
I had a strange sensation when I realized where my hand was. It had all
happened without my being able to prevent it, but now that I could feel
the sponginess of her breast underneath my palm, I willed it to remain
where it was.
Much to my surprise, Rachel didn't try to make me move it. She just
kept on sucking my lips and tongue as if she wasn't even aware of the
pressure that my hand was exerting over her bosom.
Then in a matter of seconds, I proceeded to open and close my hand in
an attempt to get an idea of the volume as well as the resilience of
the tender morsel of flesh underneath it.
My cock was now reacting violently to this kind of exploration as it
began to twitch while pressing even more against the front of my pants.
I know that it would have taken very little friction anywhere over my
erection to initiate an intense orgasm and in the process thus making a
mess within my pants.
I fondled one breast then the other and this was all done with Rachel's
consent. For a brief instant, I recalled what Ricky had said about
Rachel's sister being an easy fuck. I was just about ready to classify
Rachel in the same category as her sister now.
Her lack of protest to my exploring hand gave me enough courage to try
to slip it under the edge of her tight sweater. I even let it rest for
a while on the soft skin of her belly right over her belly button then
I moved it higher until I felt the warm half sphere of her breast
within the right cup of her bra.
Yes, my two fingers were over the bared skin of her breast now. I could
even detect the central hard core within its centre; an undeniable sign
of youth with is common to all growing breasts of young girls.
Then before I knew what was happening. I was over the edge and I was in
the grips of an extremely strong orgasm. The pleasure associated with
this was so intense that I no longer could move my hand and worst
still, Rachel suddenly stop kissing me and she asked me if there was
something wrong.
Even as she spoke, I could feel my spunk spurting out of the tip of my
cock and soaking my underpants. I knew that in a matter of minutes
there was going to be a large wet stain on the front of my pants and
there was nothing I could do about it. But the pleasure involved was
the most intense that I had ever experienced, and better still it went
on and on with no end in sight.
At last, the erotic storm finally faded away and I felt exhausted. Now
I began to worry about the mess in my pants, but I was pulled away from
my thoughts when Rachel asked me once again if everything was well.
Instead of answering her, I glued my mouth on her lips and a couple of
seconds later my left hand was once again squeezing, rolling and
pressing her breast over her bra.
After that, I made what I then considered the final move as I proceeded
to push one then two fingers under the right cup of her bra. At first
the warmth of her breast against my fingers surprised me, but the
intimate contact was arousing me to the extreme and soon I was trying
to shove my whole hand inside her bra. But her bra was too tight and
there wasn't enough room for my whole hand inside.
Rachel then solved the problem for me. After taking her lips away from
mine, she reached behind her back with both hands and she lifted her
sweater there, then reaching under, she undid the hooks of her bra at
the back. I now had free access to both of her breasts and more
important still, without actually saying it with words; she was giving
me her approval to continue my intimate touches over her body.
I was no longer interested in kissing her now. My whole attention was
concentrated on her splendid breasts. I weighed them, I stroked them
and I even pinched them, and all that time Rachel just sat there
letting me have my way with them.
Never would I have believed it if I hadn't experienced it myself. How
could the simple act of fondling a girl's tits be so pleasant and so
stimulating? My cock was once again was as hard as ever and I was
hoping to feel once again the release of an orgasm. But of course at
the same time I also feared the consequences of an other eruption
inside my already soaking underpants.
Until then, I hadn't paid too much attention to her nipples. When I
finally noticed the rubbery lump of flesh pressing against the palm of
my hand, I took it between my thumb and my fingers, next I proceeded to
gently roll it. Rachel's reaction was instantaneous. She immediately
pressed herself harder against me as she sucked my tongue deeper into
her mouth.
When I realized that this action of mine was very pleasurable to her, I
took her other nipple with the other hand and I rolled and lightly
pinched both of them between my fingers. When I stopped doing this a
couple of minutes later, I could tell that she was disappointed. But I
had something else in mind.
As soon as she pulled her mouth away from mine I brought my lips on her
left nipple. Pinching it between my lips and much to Rachel's delight,
I next began to suck and bite on it. Then I couldn't resist the urge to
suck as much of her breast as possible into my mouth.
No word could describe the erotic effect it had on me. I actually had a
girl's breast inside my mouth and I was sucking on it just like a baby
would do while breast-feeding from his mother. I was now drunk with
lust and passions and the more I licked and sucked, the greater was my
need for her body.
With my mouth sucking left tit as I held it in my right hand, I
proceeded to fondle the other tit with my left hand. Then gradually I
let my left hand roam downward until it was resting on her skirt just
over her thighs.
Her plump upper thighs stunned me; they were actually rounder than mine
even though she was two years younger than I was. Again she did not
protest, and this even though my hand was twitching around and over her
cunt.
Next I moved it downward along the side of her legs until I was able to
reach the hem of her skirt. As soon as my hand was under the garment, I
slowly pulled it upward, stroking her legs and then her thighs at the
same time.
Her skin was incredibly soft especially when I reached her upper
thighs. Then suddenly, I felt the material of her panties against my
fingers. I was touching the elastic band around her thigh, I also felt
the heat emanating from her cunt which was now just under the top of my
fingers. I knew that I was touching the most intimate part of her body
now and I couldn't believe that my hand was actually where it was.
Yes, with my fingers I could really feel the individual lips of her
cunt through the material of her panties. I could also detect the
abundance of her cunt's hair with the palm of my hand. But more
important still, I was feeling the wetness of her sex and I knew then
that she was as exited as I was.
This was too much for me, once again - this made the third times in the
evening that it was happening - the floodgates of another orgasm
inundated my already soaking underpants.
The wonderful pleasure that accompanied the eruption of my seed was
worth every drop of liquid discomfort that I was releasing. I wanted
time to stop then and I wished that Rachel would remain with me for the
rest of the night, even the rest of the week would be find with me. I
knew that it would be so wrong to separate us now, each was making the
other feel so happy while we were in each other's arms. Separation was
unthinkable at that moment.
Rachel then did something that surprised me. I felt her parting her
thighs wider. At last the gates of heaven were opening for me. She was
giving me access so that I could explore her body in its most intimate
of places.
My erection hadn't had time to deflate completely yet before I once
again felt the characteristic pulsations of my cock which was the
unmistakable sing preceding another erection.
This was too much for me. I was lost in a maelstrom of emotions that I
had never even dreamed off. Could someone die in the presence of too
much pleasure? I was quite willing to find out. Nothing on earth could
have prevented me from doing what I did in the next moment.
Without the slightest hesitation whatsoever, I got on my knees in front
of her and I then slowly pushed my head underneath her loose skirt.
I knew that I was now entering into a new and erotic world. The world
of Rachel's most secret charms. Nothing else mattered to me now. All of
the feedback that my brain was getting from my five senses was focused
on this part of her anatomy. I could now smell the delicious aroma of
her sex and while both of my cheeks were pressing in the valley of her
thighs, I felt the extreme softness of her inner thighs caressing both
sides of my face.
Even my eyes were able to feast on the erotic spectacle of her cunt
covered panties since light from the screen was filtering through the
thin material of her skirt and allowing me to see a corner of heaven.
As I moved my head still deeper into the junction of her parted thighs,
I actually heard the crispness of her cunt's hair rubbing against my
chin as well as the smacking of her opening cunt's lips as she spread
her thighs even more for me.
Then the ultimate of sensation, the mother of all passions shook me to
my very soul as my mouth came to rest over the crotch of her panties.
On that evening with Rachel at the drive-in, I was robbed. Yes she
stole all of my free will. That first evening with her, I became hooked
on her and even though I didn't fuck her on that first date as it had
been my intention previously, I was much more intimate with her than
any sexual act could have made me. I felt in love with her and I then
knew that from that moment on no other girl was going to satisfy me.
She became the standard on which I judged the other girls around me. If
they were taller than Rachel was, they were too tall, if they were
shorter then her, they were too short.
I discovered that evening that everything about her was perfection and
I realized that the slightest change in her would not be an improvement
on the perfection that she was.
Of course I did date her again and again. I no longer gave a heck about
the opinions of my friends. I was proud to walk on the Main Street of
Moose Creek with her as I held her hand.
I now wanted everyone to know that she was mine.
Then as soon as I graduated from college, I made her my wife.
(the end)
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