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Working the swing shift at 7-Eleven when I was young I got the reputation of being a devirginizer. A woman; fully ripened to the naked eye, had come into my store after my shift was over at eleven on a Friday night to flirt with me while I played the pinball machine. My best friend Franky was working the night shift and, since it was too late to visit my girlfriend, I would hang around for an hour or two before going home.
She was a typical midwestern girl from the late seventies. She wore tight jeans, Converse basketball shoes and denim shirt and puffy coat. Her light brown hair was parted in the middle and feathered on the sides.
Franky seemed to know her and kept looking in on our interactions. At one point he pulled me aside and read me the riot act about cheating on my girlfriend Amy.
I just smiled. I wouldn't let him take the high ground anymore because I discovered he was having sex with our boss, Karen. It was hypocritical because she was married.
"It's just sex," I said, "I'm not going to her." If she was a little young she was definitely fully matured.
Franky frowned. I went back to the girl and asked her name. "Becky," she said, suddenly shy, as if she'd meant to use a fake name.
"Hi Becky," I said. I gave a slight bow. "What brings you to my neck of the woods."
Becky blushed bright cranberry. She blurted, "I heard you might know where a girl could get a little stress relief." I nearly blushed, myself. 'Stress relief' was what I called casual sex.
Becky covered her mouth with her hands. She blushed furiously. I put my arms around her waist and pulled her to me. She was about 5'6" to my 5'9". Then I kissed the backs of her hands. "No need to be embarrassed, milady."
Becky grabbed my head and pressed her lips onto mine. She pushed her pelvis into me. As she her tongue into my head I grabbed her butt and squeezed. This girl was hot to go.
I broke the kiss. She stared into my eyes. In a whisper, I asked, "Wanna go to my house?" Becky gave a slight but emphatic nod of her pretty feathered head.
I took her by the hand and walked her to the beer case and pulled out a six-pack of Busch.
I took her to the condoms and asked if she had a preference. Her hands shot to her face again. My guess was she didn't have much experience, so I chose a pack of three with no ribs or ticklers.
I took her along with the beer and condoms to the counter. Franky waited for me with his hands in his smock pockets. I pulled out my wallet.
Franky stared.
Franky's parents were deaf and he was fluent in sign language. Since he had been my best friend since kindergarten I was pretty good myself. Franky signed, "Not selling you condoms."
"Okay," I signed, "I will fuck her with no love glove." I was trying to break the tension with a little humor.
"You just want fuck young girl," Franky signed furiously. He bumped two peace signs together which was dangerously close to revealing to Becky what we were talking about.
"Calm down," I signed, and finished with, "hypocrite." I tossed a ten dollar bill on the counter, grabbed the condoms and beer and walked out.
Franky signed, "fuck you, asshole," at my back, knowing I'd be able to see it reflected in the glass. I raised a middle finger over my shoulder without turning around.
I put the 6 in the bed of my truck and opened the door for Becky. Then I got in and we rolled out. I ignored Franky who was still signing at me. He'll get over it.
Becky asked where I lived. I told her Liberty and she asked where that was. It made me realize she didn't come to my store in a car. She must not be driving. Liberty was the next town north of Independence and if she’d been driving for any amount of time she would know that.
"Oh," she said. "Was Franky mad at you?" She called him Franky. She must know him. If he worked the night shift how would she get to know him? Not many of the s from Glendale would walk to the 7-Eleven before school. I made a note to ask her later.
"No," I said, "he's just jealous that a beautiful woman wants to go home with me."
Becky was sitting next to the window on the passenger side of my truck as if we were buddies going to my house to hang out. When it warmed up she took off her coat and balled it up in her lap.
291 highway was nearly empty. There was a light flurry of snow coming down. It was close to midnight when we passed through the flashing traffic lights at 78 highway.
Becky slid across the vinyl bench seat next to me and laid her head on her coat with her head towards the passenger door.
Another piece of the puzzle fell into place. I thought she might have walked to the store from Glendale Apartments, a few blocks away, but she seemed to be afraid of being seen going past Hawthorne Apartments which was 3 miles away. She wouldn't have walked all that way, would she?
Becky sat up and stayed shoulder to shoulder with me. I would have put my arm around her but my truck was a 3 speed manual, with the shifter on the steering column. I patted her knee from time to time. She was tense.
"You don't have to go to my house if you don't want to," I said.
"You won't get mad?" she asked, looking at my profile.
"I would be disappointed," I said, "but I wouldn't be mad. I enjoy making love with a woman, if she wants to make love."
"But you'll have blue-balls," she said. "Won't that hurt?"
I laughed. "I'm sorry," I said, "blue-balls ain't real. It's a lie boys tell girls so they'll have sex with them. I promise, if we don't make love, I'll be fine."
Becky pondered this for a few minutes. I wanted her to make a decision soon. I didn’t want her to think, ‘well, I’ve come this far, might as well go ahead,’ if she didn’t really want to do it.
"What's it gonna be, girl?" I asked.
Becky said, "you always say making love. Franky says fucking."
"I use that word sometimes," I said, "but I think when two body's are joined so intimately, it's not fucking, it's loving. Which is why I want you to be sure before you go to my house, because I want to make love with you, if you want to with me."
"Could you just fuck me the first time," she stuttered, "I mean, if you want to do it more than once." She said it while looking straight ahead. I used my blinker and made a right turn and headed towards the eastside of Liberty, just outside of town.
I stewed on her question for a few minutes. I said, "you're a virgin."
"Yeah," she said, "I'm sorry."
"You don't have to be sorry," I said, "we were all virgins at one time. Do you know if your hymen is intact? Because the first time can hurt if I have to break it."
"I've had things in me before," she said, "just not a penis."
"Are you sure you want your first time to be with me?" I asked. I was beginning to wonder if this was a good idea.
"I just want there to be a first time," she said. "All the girls I know have had sex and I had a growth spurt last year and now suddenly I have tits. Last year I was flat chested and short, now I’m 5’6” and have boobs. All my friends are jealous even though I've never done it with anyone. Now all these seniors are hitting on me and I'm afraid to go out with one because he'll wanna do stuff."
"You're literally asking for a, 'wham, bam, thank you ma'am'?" I asked.
Becky laughed, finally. She was getting so tense it was affecting me.
I wheeled onto the road that split my coop community of mobile homes in twain and the first thing my headlights flashed upon was Richard, jogging down the road, wearing nothing but tennis shoes and a jock strap.
Becky's hand went to her mouth.
"Ahem," I said, pretending to be embarrassed, "that's one of the coop directors. It seems redundant to say so, at this point, but he's a nudist."
I looked at my watch. It was a little after midnight.
"Is that even legal?" Becky asked, blushing.
"It's legal and in the rules of the coop agreement," I told her. "Between midnight and five you're allowed to walk around the park nude. It used to be between 10 and 6 but parents of little s threatened legal action because a lot of them got to see Richard's dangle. He's the only one who consistently takes advantage of that rule. On Tuesdays you can go skinny dipping in the pool."
"Do you walk around naked?" Becky asked.
"Sure," I said, "all the time. We can do it tonight if you want but it's a little cool." I could tell she was too shy to walk around naked in public, but I said it just to give her the power of the veto. "You could also come to the pool on Tuesday and go skinny dipping."
"Do girls my age swim naked?" she asked.
"There used to be a lot," I told her, "before their parents found out. Now anyone under 18 has to have a parent sign a permission slip. There are a few that get in and no one says anything. Turns out that, since they're nudists, they cover for those sneaking around trying to be nek too."
Becky shook her head. I pointed out Richard's compound as we passed by. He had a nine foot high wooden fence built around it so he and his wife and two s could run around nude any time they wanted.
A few lots down from Richard's was my lot which was crowded with trees. I turned in and parked in front of the garage that dwarfed my ten by fifty foot trailer.
I turned off the engine and looked at Becky. She was looking straight ahead. I put my arm around her and she looked at me.
"Are you sure?" I asked. She gave a slight nod. I saw Richard trot by in my rear view mirror. 'Full moon tonight,' I thought.
I leaned forward and looked into her eyes. She nodded again. I leaned in and kissed her. I slipped my left arm inside her coat and caressed her right breast. Her hand shot up and grabbed my arm and yanked it away. She wasn’t used to allowing her boob to be fondled. She let go and I put my hand back where it was.
"Still wanna go inside?" I asked. "We can stop anytime you want."
I opened the driver's door of the truck a little. It said, "creek." A breeze wafted into the cab and rustled Becky's hair. I pushed the door open more and it said, "erk". Becky laughed, so I slid out, took her hand and pulled her across the seat and out the door. She stumbled into my arms and we kissed.
I 'erked' the door shut, grabbed the six-pack of Busch from the truck bed and led Becky into the house. I put the beer in the fridge, then I said, "If you still want the wham bam then the bedroom is back there.” I pointed down the hallway. I pulled off my shirt, kicked off my shoes and socks and started walking towards my room.
Becky said, "Can I use the bathroom?" I told her she could. It was typical. Girls wanted to have one last look at themselves before a boy gets to see them. I’ll inspect my hairbrush later in case she runs it through her pubes. It wouldn’t be the first time.
I took the condoms out of my pocket and undid the button on my jeans and let them fall as I walked, then I stepped out of them. I looked back and Becky was giggling and slowly following me down the hallway. She burst out laughing when I whipped off my tighty whities and shook my butt at her.
I heard her close the bathroom door.
I sat on the bed and waited for a few minutes. It seemed she was going to be there for a while. I got up and walked down the hall to the kitchen. I didn’t worry about anyone seeing me because the park was nudist friendly and I had black out curtains over most of the windows from when I used to work the night shift.
I grabbed a beer from the fridge, cracked it and walked to the stereo. Scanned my cassettes. Found Billy Joe’s 52nd Street and put it in the player. Rewound it and started it from the beginning. A few songs in I heard the bathroom door rattle.
I started getting an erection. By the time Becky got to the living room my dick was harder than calculus.
Becky wore nothing but her flannel shirt and her tube socks. She was cute. Her feathered hair was freshly brushed. She looked down at my penis and blushed.
“I’m,” she said and paused. “Impressed. It’s very big.”
“It’s only a little bigger than average,” I said, not wanting to scare her by giving her a number. Dicks are hard to measure. Girls didn’t seem impressed by size so I didn’t emphasize it.
I walked to her and she put her hands to her face again. I pulled her to me and kissed the back of her hands. She dropped her hands and mashed her lips to mine. She was very passionate. I felt her nipples harden through her shirt.
I broke the kiss. I said, “So, do you still wanna do this? Still want the wham bam?” She nodded. I took her by the hand and walked her to my bedroom. Thank god I’d made the bed. I usually don’t.
“Lights on or off,” I asked her. She reached back and turned them off since she was standing near the switch. She walked into my arms and I lay her on the bed. The box of condoms was on the nightstand but I couldn’t see it. I stood up and gave the shade a tug and it rolled up a few inches. Found the package and removed one. I handed it to her. “Would you like to put it on?”
I could tell she was blushing so I took it back and tore it open. I pulled it out. I rolled it down my dick while facing her and she watched, fascinated. I lay down on the bed on top of the covers. I pushed her onto her back and rolled on top of her.
“You don’t have to do this,” I said. I gave her a peck on the lips. I could feel my dick touching her furry vulva.
“I want to,” she said, in a whisper. She cleared her throat and said it again. “I want to.”
“Even when I’m inside you,” I said, “you can tell me to stop, okay?” She nodded, so I reached down and guided my dick to her slit. She was dry. “You’re not ready yet.”
“What,” she whispered, then cleared her throat. “What do you mean?” she asked.
“You’re not wet,” I said. “Can I take off your shirt?” She nodded, sat up, unbuttoned it and shrugged it off. I reached out and massaged her woman sized breasts. I lay back on top of her, now flesh to flesh.
“I don’t want you to lick me,” she said and paused. “There.”
“I don’t think I’ll have to,” I said, “I think you would be surprised at how nice it feels. I put my lips to her breast and nibbled on her nipple. It was small but it hardened very fast. I switched to her other breast and that little nub hardened as well. I put a finger on her vulva and rubbed her slit. She was wet. I slid a finger inside her. I rubbed her clit as I fingered her and she moaned.
“I think you’re ready,” I said. “Do you think you’re ready?” She nodded.
I repositioned myself between her legs, pushed them farther apart, which she resisted, then relented. I put my latex coated cock at her slit and pushed. The head went in easily. She closed her eyes and smiled. I pushed it in further and she moaned. She seemed to be fantasizing. I wondered if she was thinking about me.
I pushed back and forth a few inches making sure it wasn’t going to hurt. When she seemed to be okay with it I gave her the full measure.
When I felt myself hitting bottom Becky whispered, “I love you so much.”
Here we go. I should have known this wasn’t going to be a session of ‘stress relief.’ She had a crush on me. I think. She had her eyes closed. I was tempted to stop, but at this point I knew I wouldn’t. Instead I pulled out and patted her hip.
“Roll over,” I said, “on all fours.” She complied. I positioned her legs just so, reinserted myself, reached around and found her clitoris and gently slid my finger over it while I pushed in and out of her. She was moaning with force and volume now.
“Oh my god,” she said through gritted teeth. She started pushing back and meeting my hips.
I don’t know what it is about using a rubber but it takes me forever to climax. I always use a rubber unless I'm screwing my girlfriend Amy. I’ve been having sex since I was for a while but never used a rubber until I started working at 7-Eleven. I really didn’t know what they were for. Apparently the girls I’d had sex with didn’t know either, or they didn’t care.
Becky was working hard. She was throwing her head back and dropping it down and shaking it all around. Then she laid her head on the bed and wrapped her arms around her skull. I kept my finger moving on her clit, which must have been what got her going. Maybe she’s never masturbated. Or, just didn’t know her clit was there.
I kept pumping and pumping and suddenly her insides expanded and she buried her head in my pillow and grunted. She seemed surprised by her own climax. She may never have had a real one before.
I hadn’t climaxed yet so I kept going. She got back on all fours and quietly pushed back hard. Then her insides clamped down. There it is. That extra friction pushed me over the edge. I quit rubbing my finger on her clit. I leaned over and grabbed both of her boobs and squeezed as I rode her over that glorious horizon.
I kept pumping after I finished squirting into the condom. Then I lay across her back. Her insides expanded again.
Before I pulled out I thought I should explain to her what a queef was. I was pretty sure it was going to happen to her. I put my hand back on her clit and she whimpered into the pillow.
I whispered, “Are you still having an orgasm?”
She nodded. And I felt her clamp down again. That was a good ‘un, I thought.
“Let me know when you finish,” I said. She nodded again.
One more expansion and whimper and she gasped, “I think I’m done.”
“Okay,” I said, “while you were having an orgasm your vagina sucked in air. When I pull out that air is going to escape. It’s going to sound like a nasty fart but it will just be air.”
She said into the pillow, “Okay?”
“Here I go,” I said and pulled my hips back. I was gripping the base of the condom so it wouldn’t stay inside of her. When I was completely out I expected it to happen, but it didn’t.
I patted her rump and she lay down. We lay on our backs next to each other. She stared at the ceiling. I put my palm on her lower abdomen and pushed. Her pussy made the nastiest wet fart sound. She looked at me wide eyed and I burst out laughing. When she didn’t start laughing I pushed on her belly again. When she queefed she burst out laughing.
“Stop that!” she squealed. “It’s so gross!”
“So,” I asked her, “did you like it?”
“Yes,” she said, “I never imagined it would feel like that.”
“Every experience is going to be different,” I said. “Some will be better and some will just be okay.” I leaned over and kissed her. I pulled off the condom and dropped it into the trash situated next to the night stand. I looked at my clock radio. It was only a little after 12:30. That really was a wham bam.
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