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Nice, Nikki.
<@> wrote in message news:10gh6gke6gpm8d2@corp.supernews.com...
> 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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