Deflowering Alice ... and Me
Author's note:
This is an entry in the 2016 Valentine's Day contest. Votes and comments are appreciated.
In 1976 it was possible to be a virgin 19-year-old male. Just trust me on this.
My family belonged to a pretty strict fundamentalist Christian church, and I was a true believer. Chastity was pretty high on our list of priorities, and I adhered to the rules.
And then I met Alice Simmons. Her family belonged to the same denomination although they attended a different church. In fact, we were introduced by a mutual friend from my church.
Alice was a year older and had the face of an angel. Light brown hair fell in waves to her shoulders and framed a heart-shaped face highlighted by the bluest eyes I've ever seen. Full red lips, dimpled cheeks and a cute little upturned nose completed her angelic look, and I fell instantly in love.
Love
, not lust. Even this virgin knew the difference.
Besides, Alice didn't have the attributes that inspired lust in me. She did not have tits out to there, and I was a typical 70s-era
Playboy
inspired tit man.
Hey, even devout Christian virgin boys bought
Playboy
.
But there was something about Alice that made me just want to hug her 5-foot-2-inch body to me. So I asked her out. We had a fun dinner and movie night, so I asked her out again. And again.
It was after that third date, as I drove in the direction of her house, that she scooted over next to me (I miss bench seats in cars) and put her hand on my thigh. "Could we go somewhere and park, Jimmy?" she asked.
Without answering out loud, I hit the turn signal and made the left turn necessary to get us to a city park near her house that had a secluded area off a street that was virtually untraveled at night.
Once I parked the car and shut it off, I turned to Alice and was pulled down to her face for a steamy open-mouthed kiss.
When the kiss rolled to a stop after what seemed like an hour, Alice looked up at me with fire in those blue eyes. "I got the feeling you were never gonna make the first move, so I decided to," she said. "I've wanted you to kiss me since that day we met."
"Really?" I asked, my voice almost squeaky in surprise.
"Yes, really," she answered. "How come you haven't kissed me?"
I blushed and was glad she couldn't see it in the dark. "I didn't want you to think I was only after you for sex," I confessed.
"Silly boy," she said. "I knew what the look in your eyes meant. I love you too!"
I gasped, but she didn't hear it. She was too busy pulling me into another hot kiss. This time there was tongue.
I started to let my hands roam her body but she stopped me and broke the kiss. "Just kissing for now, okay?"
"Okay," I said. I was in love, after all.
Our love kept growing as the months slipped by and Alice's defenses slipped down. By Christmas I had fondled and kissed her 32 B breasts which were capped by little pink nipples that were almost always stiff. I had also caressed her panty-covered pussy and found that it got extremely wet.
Just after the first of the year Alice unzipped me after a date and fondled my rock-hard shaft for a few seconds. That was just enough to make me shoot all over the car.
"Oh my gosh!" she exclaimed. Her eyes were wide with the level of her surprise. "You need to buy some rubbers."
"Oh, that's okay," I said. "I can clean up this mess."
You know how women can give you a look that clearly shows how unbelievably stupid you are? That's the look Allice gave me.
"You're going to need the rubbers to keep from shooting all the sperm into me," she said. "I'm not on the pill yet, and we have a special day coming up."
"You mean?"
She nodded her head and leaned in to kiss my ear. "We're going to take each other's virginity on Valentine's Day," she whispered. "I love you."
"I love you, too."
We both lived at home, but my parents would both be at work that day. Alice worked in the corporate office of an insurance company and could take a vacation day. I was attending community college and would have to burn a day of class. But this would be an educational day, right?
Because we would be giving each other such a gift, Alice made me promise not to buy her a fancy Valentine gift. I couldn't resist buying some hearts and flowers decorations for my bedroom, though, along with a single red rose.