Chapter 2
Boggs had been Shelly's maiden name. Almost from the time she was born she had seemed restless, in a hurry to get life lived, get on with whatever her destiny was to be. And underneath this restlessness lay the reason even Shelly did not understand. It was a sexual longing that made her flighty, often giddy, yet she did not realize what was gnawing at her. Her body often cried out for some kind of sexual adventure but her Puritan upbringing denied her the experimentation that would have revealed so much to her. She necked, she kissed-and enjoyed it. Yet, whenever a boy went a bit too far with her, she put him in his place.
But she was fighting a losing battle within herself. At the age of fifteen, she became involved with a boy of nineteen, Billy Dorton, and the two decided marriage was the solution to their undying love. In a fit of passion and a desire to discover themselves, Shelly and Billy left in his aged jalopy and drove to a neighboring state where the two of them were married.
Nervously, but with eager anticipation, they checked into a motel where they immediately fell into a clinch just inside the door. Crudely, Billy pawed at Shelly, squeezing her breasts so hard she let out a soft cry.
"Please, darling, not so hard."
"I-I'm sorry, Shelly. It's just that it's so wonderful being married to you and thinking about having you in bed with me I just can't stay away from you."
She giggled. "Well, just stay away long enough so we can get our clothes off. I wouldn't want to get all tangled up in clothes."
"I don't think I can wait," he said, clutching at her again.
He put both arms around her this time and her body was immediately pressed hard against him, her breasts hot and firm and exciting. He put his mouth against hers and kissed her, bruisingly hard, and she returned the kiss with a fierceness even greater than his. The pressure of her soft red mouth increased as he put a hand down between their bodies and began to squeeze and caress her full breast again. As they kissed, her mouth opened and her tongue moved upward and touched his-their tongues caught and began to twist and move and rub together.
They kissed that way for a long time, their mouths and tongues held together, and again Billy's hand had begun to slide along her lower abdomen, rubbing urgently, impatiently. And suddenly Billy pulled his mouth away and said, unable to control the panting tremor in his voice, "Let's get in bed!"
Shelly gulped, nodded assent, herself unable to speak from the excitement he had aroused in her. Wild passion ruled her now, the heat rushing from her torrid body up to her neck, bursting in her brain like a roaring river.
She tore impatiently at her blouse, annoyed that the buttons would not release immediately, then removed her skirt and the rest of her clothes.
Billy, too, had taken off his clothing and they met on the side of the bed. Quickly, they grabbed at the bedspread, threw it back, then pulled the top sheet back. In one motion, they toppled onto the smooth whiteness of the bed, clutched in each others arms.
Billy pawed at the young, vibrant body, kissed her almost viciously, then rammed his hips against her, undulating rapidly.
"Please, Bill, please. Aren't we supposed to start slow or something?"
"Huh? I-I don't know," he snorted.
The eager passion of youth did not allow for more conversation or reasoning.
With a lunge, he was atop her, prying her legs apart roughly with his knees, then pushing his hips back and forth crudely, stabbing his hard young cock at her tightly closed pussy without direction or patience.
"OW, BILLY, YOU'RE HURTING ME," she cried in protest. She spread her legs further apart but pulled away from his thrusting motions. "Please be careful."
"I-I can't wait," he gasped. "I-I...."
With a surge forward, he moaned and she could feel his body jerk in rapid movements. She felt something hot against her inner thighs and on her stomach. Instinctively, she pulled away from him. Somehow, at that moment, Shelly felt dirty, as though she were doing something that wasn't right. Her raging passion decreased as the revulsion developed in her. And yet, she found excitement in being in bed with a naked male.
After Billy had stopped his movements on top of her, she found courage to speak. "Is-is that the way it's supposed to be?" she asked, puzzled that she had not risen to a greater sensation than that which she had experienced just necking with a boy.
"I-I don't think so," he muttered. "I think it's supposed to go inside."
"Well, don't you know about things like that? Haven't you ever done it before?"
He was silent for some moments, then replied, sounding ashamed. "Uh-uh. The only thing I know about is what some guys told me about it."
She pondered this statement for a moment. "I know it's supposed to go inside me," she burst, as though the remark took great effort. "It's got to! That's where all the feeling is." She paused for a moment. During that brief time, she felt a new flush of excitement gush through her. "Can you do it now? I mean, now that you're not so excited maybe we can take our time."
"I-I think so," he stammered. "Can you help me? I don't want to hurt you."
He was still on top of her and he moved his hips up slightly so she could put her hand between them. Gingerly, she groped for his hardened cock. When she coiled her fingers around it, she heard him gasp. Carefully, her other hand came between them and then she guided him slowly to her. She spread the lips of her young pussy carefully and put the head of his cock between them.
He pushed slightly and she admonished him immediately.
"Please, darling, don't push too hard. It's ... it's so big. It might hurt."
But Billy was not easy to control. With a lunge, he rammed his excited young cock into her and began immediately to pump his hips back and forth furiously. He was panting and grunting, oblivious to the protestations coming from her that he was hurting her. Then, amidst her scream, he shot his hot load into her, then collapsed in his own private heaven.
"OH, GOD! BILLY! BILLY! IT HURTS SO BAD! WHAT DID YOU DO? OH, GOD...."
He could only groan as a reply.
"Billy, it's not supposed to hurt like this, is it?" She started to sob softly. "I hurt all over."
This was Shelly's first adventure into the world of sex and, had she not been made of very determined sexual urges, she might have turned frigid after that first disaster. As it was, it was to be the only sex she would encounter with Billy.
Shelly's parents, quite naturally, viewed this elopement with something less than enchantment and instead of bestowing their blessings on the young couple, they pursued the impetuous pair to their motel and brought them back home for an annulment.
Billy Dorton was sent on his way to parts elsewhere than the home town of Wildwood while Shelly was placed back in the family nest under the watchful eyes of her parents.
While Shelly was growing up to full womanhood on one side of town, the city of Wildwood was developing into manhood the young man who was to provide the love interest in Shelly's sparkling life. He, unlike Shelly, was shy. So shy, in fact, it gave him an aura of mystery. It also gave people the impression he was far more intelligent than he really was. His prolonged silences were interpreted as trips into some kind of intellectual field reserved only for deep thinkers.
Tom Wymore was not overly handsome but he was well-groomed and well-mannered. Indifferent to Shelly's blustery personality at first, he later found himself seeking her out because of it. They frequently met at parties to which they had both been invited separately.
Shelly needed Tom. At twenty-two, she realized she was only half a woman without a husband. Thoughts of Billy Dorton and the one night they had spent together haunted her. Tom pleased her. Not sexually, for they never stepped beyond these bounds, but he listened when she spoke; he did not interrupt her; he went where she wanted to go without argument. She often became annoyed with him when he did not pursue their sometimes torrid necking sessions, yet she could not let him know that fires of raging passion were burning inside her. She would hold herself in check, she told herself, until the time came when she and Tom would go all out in their quest for sexual happiness. That it did not come about as she expected was due to Tom's averseness to anything but the so-called normal sexual act.
Without recalling just how it had all come about, Tom found himself a bridegroom just two years after he and Shelly had first met.