The following story is about one of my old college buddies named Eddie and how he finally ended his time as a virgin. It is a bit of a twisted tale with some truth and some fabrication, but most importantly nobody in this story is under the age of 18. Like all stories such as this it is best told in the first person, so I'll leave the telling up to him.
I was a nerd in high school and that reputation carried through to all of my college years. To me school was something that was a serious undertaking and consequently I did not engage in much of a social life. While on the dean's list every semester, I had very few dates, and wound up a college grad and still a virgin. Yes, you just read that right.
In June 1971 as a newly minted chemical engineer, I went to work for a manufacturing company not far from Albany, New York. At the time there were a number of attractive single women working for the company and I tried to be friendly with all of them. Some had boyfriends but many did not. Now I should also say that I have always been a bit of a car guy so I would usually identify the women by what kind of wheels that they drove. This was also the era of the hot muscle cars so you might say that my first interest was the car and the second was the female driving it.
I was hardly at the company for three months when I struck up a conversation one morning walking from the parking lot with an attractive woman named Liz. She was about as tall as I was, had a pretty face and a wonderful pair of long legs. Her ride was a red 1970 Chevy Z28 which was also a looker. Liz and I had a couple of dates but nothing that lasted so I was back to reconnoitering those hot cars driven by females coming and going from the plant parking lot--once a car guy always a car guy I suppose!
The next woman to attract my attention was Joanie, one of the secretaries in the quality control lab. She was relatively short, had a cute face with a pixie hair style, and was thin without much in the way of boobs. What kept my attention was that every time I had to go into the lab, she was always willing to go out of her way to get me whatever information I needed. You could say that she was obviously flirting with me, but at the time I was so unsophisticated that I did not recognize this as such. Eventually I screwed up the coverage to ask her out and we went to see a movie and stopped by a local watering hole for a drink or two. We really liked each other's company and the relationship continued for some months.
As summer turned to fall, I wanted to go see some car races and the one that showed up on the calendar was a Trans-Am at Lime Rock, Connecticut. I asked Joanie if she might like to go, and she jumped at the chance. Now Lime Rock was a couple of hour drive, so it seemed only appropriate to get a room for the night. Albeit with a certain amount of trepidation I made a reservation at a place that I found in an AAA directory. So far so good.
On the day of the race, I picked up Joanie early and we set out for Connecticut. The trip seemed endless, and you might say that the idea of getting into her pants weighed heavy on my mind. Nevertheless, a couple of hours later we pulled into a parking place at the racetrack, got our food and beverage from the trunk, and found a great spot where we could watch the race. About three hours of watching cars complete one more lap of the circuit and we had both had enough so we headed to motel.
Up until this point neither of us had even brought up the topic of what would be the sleeping accommodations, but we checked in without incident, got the key, and found our room. I put the key in the lock, opened the door and decided that while the place was not the Ritz that it would do just fine, queen size bed and all. Joanie seemed genuinely impressed and we both thought checking out to see what was on the television was a good idea. Rather than standing we sat on the edge of the bed as I channel searched. Nothing really caught our eye so upon exclaiming "There's nothing good on" I flopped on my back staring up at the ceiling.
This is where the story starts to get a bit interesting because Joanie did the same thing, but then turned and raised the hem of my tee shirt so that she could begin playing with the hair on my chest, which at the time in my life was prodigious. At first, she twirled the hair making little abstract patterns that ultimately led to my nipples. A couple of tender tweaks and she then had my attention.
"Do you want me to do that to you?" I asked.
"Do you want to?" came the reply.
"I do if you want me to," I said looking for the verbal permission.
"Well, I do so let me help make it easier for you," Joanie said unbuttoning the front of her blouse and shedding it leaving her sitting there wearing her bra, a state of undress that I had never seen her do before. Knowing that I needed better access I reached around and unhooked the bra letting it fall off of her shoulders. Joanie was not especially well endowed and in retrospect think that she might have been all of a 32A bra size. Nevertheless, I started by cupping her boobs as minimal as they were, and I got an approving smile for my efforts.
One thing always leads to another and after pinching her nipples I decided to suckle them, a move that Joanie seemed to really enjoy. By now my thoughts of getting into her pants seemed like it might become a reality as I unfastened the top button on her shorts and worked the zipper down. After feeling her pussy through the fabric of her panties I worked my hand up inside of the leg openings and was about to try fingering her when I came upon a string. Vaguely knowing what a tampon was I thought that maybe I better give it a gentle pull. I don't know why but it seemed like a good idea at the time.
"What are you doing?" she asked.
"I thought things would go better if I took that out."
"No, let's leave it in for a while longer. Today's my last day and I promise that I'll take it out for you when we go to bed. In the meantime, I'm starved so let's go see if we can find a decent place to get something to eat," said Joanie putting her bra back on and slipping into her blouse and rebuttoning it.
We headed into one of the many small towns nearby and found a place that looked like it would offer a decent burger and a beer. It turned that our judgement was good, and we had a decent meal. Still, the interruption of our passionate interlude weighed heavily on the two of us and we soon were back at the motel starting to undress, this time not so nearly slow and provocative. Before long Joanie was lying next to me on the bed now just wearing a nightshirt without any panties underneath.
Again, my attention turned to her pussy and once more I located that famous string to her tampon. I gave it a gentle pull, an action that elicited a response of "No, let me do it." At this point Joanie went into the bathroom but a mere minute later returned to the bed wearing the broadest of smiles.
