This is a work of fiction, written for enjoyment and amusement, hopefully yours as well as mine. Comment and constructive criticism welcomed.
I hadn't intended to write this, but enough of you were interested in the characters to make me think it was worthwhile. Chronologically, it comes before 'Aunt Ellen'.
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Dave and I had been going out together for about four months and I'd decided that he was the guy to take my virginity and that tonight was the night. I hadn't said anything, just made sure I had some rubbers in my purse, in case he had none. I'd let Dave feel my tits on our third date and we'd progressed to the mutual masturbation stage after about six weeks. Neither of us had eaten the other out, but as far as our hands were concerned we'd been almost everywhere with each other.
We'd been to the cinema. I can't remember now what was on, not that it matters. Then we'd driven down to the beach and found a secluded spot to park. We were kissing passionately, my blouse undone, my bra unfastened, my skirt up around my waist somewhere and the crotch of my panties moved aside to let his fingers at my pussy. I was as hot as Hades and I wanted something to quench my fire.
I took a deep breath. "Fuck me, Dave," I whispered.
He stiffened. "You sure?" he murmured, surprise in his tone. I'd always said no before.
"Yes," I said. I lifted my ass. "Pull my panties off."
Trembling, he reached to my waistband and eased my panties down over my hips. I let my ass back down then and lifted my legs and he eased the damp wisp of cotton and nylon off my legs. I smiled at him. "Have you got any rubbers, sweetheart?" I asked gently.
"Shit! No!" he responded, disappointment heavy in his tone.
I kissed his nose. "I have." I reached for my purse, found a rubber and handed it to him.
He grinned at me, then eased his jeans down and pushed down his shorts. My fingers had been busy in there and he was sporting a useful looking erection. Dave's not huge in the prick department, about six inches and a comfortable thickness for my hand, but he was nice and hard to my touch, smooth, his pubic hair curly and a little wiry. He tore open the little foil packet and carefully unrolled the condom onto his prick.
I reached for him and we kissed passionately, tongues dueling, then I lay back and spread my legs. "Come on, baby, do it now!"
Dave eased forward and put his prick at the entrance to my cunt. I was trembling with anticipation and gritted my teeth against the expected discomfort but as he pressed forward he stopped suddenly.
"Damn!" he said violently.
"What's up, sweetheart?" I asked anxiously. "I've just fucking come, that's what's wrong," he said savagely.
'Oh shit,' I thought, 'premature ejaculation'. Aloud I said, "Never mind, sweetheart, we'll try again in a little while."
"We fucking won't," he retorted, pulling the condom from his wilting prick and throwing it through the car window. He pulled up his shorts and jeans and started the car engine.
"Dave," I said despairingly, "Don't be like that." I touched his hand. "There's plenty of time. We can try again."
He shook my hand off in irritation and put the car into gear, flooring the throttle and spraying gravel all over as he jockeyed the car back towards the road.
"Slow down," I yelled, "let me get my clothes straight." I was frantically trying to fasten my bra, luckily with a front clasp, and pull the front of my blouse together when we reached the road. Dave barely paused but swung the car onto the pavement and headed back to town. I fumbled my buttons fastened and tugged my skirt down. I had no idea where my panties had gone. "Dave?" I said despairingly, scarcely knowing this boy I'd been going to submit to only moments before.
"Shut up," he yelled.
Astonished, I subsided. I looked at him. His face was grim in concentration and ugly in its ferocity. Unconsciously, I eased away from him. I wasn't sure I knew this new Dave. I wasn't sure I wanted to know him.
"Dave, please. Slow down, you'll get us killed," I said imploringly. He ignored me. I lost my temper then. "If you're going to drive like this, let me out," I yelled.
He slammed the brakes on so hard I almost went through the windscreen. As soon as the car had come to a standstill, I was out, my purse in my hand. I slammed the car door and he was away before the sound had registered.
I was furious, both with Dave and myself. Furious, frustrated and disappointed. And horny. Don't forget horny. I burst into tears. I couldn't help myself, I was so miserable, so confused. What had gotten into him? I looked around, taking stock of my location. Shit! The middle of fucking nowhere. I started walking, not liking being out alone at night, especially here on an unlit road. I was scared and I was alone. A few cars passed me, but I didn't try to thumb a lift, in fact I hid when the lights loomed up. At least my blouse and skirt were dark coloured. A light appeared in the gloom and relief hit me. There was a roadside diner up ahead. There would be a phone. I could ask Matt to come and get me. Hell, if my brother was at home, I could. Otherwise...
It was about time I got lucky, and I did. Just as I was about to enter the diner, a couple came out. The guy and I recognised each other instantly.
"Karen!" exclaimed Tommy Jensen. "What brings you out here?" He looked over my shoulder. "You're alone?" he added in a surprised tone. There was concern on his face.
"Dave and I had a fight," I said wearily. "He was driving like a maniac so I made him let me out. He dumped me back along towards the beach. I was going to ring home and ask my brother to come and pick me up."
"No need," said Tommy. "We'll give you a lift." He turned to his companion. "Alice, meet Karen. Karen's an old school friend. Karen, this is Alice."
"Hi," I said, rather liking the look of Tommy's cool blonde companion. "I'd rather have met you under better circumstances."
Alice smiled sympathetically. "Come on, honey," she said, taking my arm, "the car's over here."
