Chapter 1
Connie was proud of her beautiful body. As she stepped out of the shower and looked in the mirror, she could see her well-formed bosoms. The nipples became taut and erect as she imagined her high school lover, Craig, making love to her. However, her mother had warned her about playing around and she was determined not to let Craig get inside of her. Glancing down at her fur-trimmed triangle she could see she was beautiful all over. Gently patting her vagina she thought to herself it was a shame that she was not able to give Craig what he desired so hungrily.
Her mother was calling to her now and she knew she couldn't waste anymore time.
Hastily drying herself off, she hurried downstairs to breakfast.
"Your graduation day should be the most wonderful day of your life," her mother told her.
Connie kissed her mother affectionately.
"I appreciate all you and dad have done for me," she told her.
After a quick breakfast, Connie went back upstairs to brush and comb her hair. She wanted to look her best.
The graduation went off as planned. After graduation Craig wanted her to go with him to a dance her friends were having. However, on the way to the dance Craig wanted to take a detour by a motel. Looking into his dark eyes the young, blonde girl tried to make him realize she couldn't do what he wanted.
"If I did that I couldn't look at myself in the mirror tomorrow morning," she explained.
It really burned Craig up to hear Connie talk like this. He could tell that as far as she was concerned sex was dirty. And that is what disgusted him most of all.
"All right, if you won't let me have sex with you," he shrugged, "at least let me look at you. I've seen almost everything you've got in your bikini. But I want to see you nude so bad."
The hot-blooded, young, high school boy looked at his young sweetheart hungrily. It was all Connie could do to tell him no. But she knew she had to if she was going to maintain any semblance of decency. At least that was what her mother had told her. She mumbled nervously about not wanting to hurt him and in the process got Craig more angry than ever.
"You're about the only girl in high school who won't give a guy a piece of ass," he said bluntly.
At this point Connie was crying.
"I'm sorry," he apologized.
He didn't say anymore about going to the motel until they had gone to the graduation dance. Returning home, however, he made another pitch.
"There are a lot of things I could teach you," he told her.
Connie listened to him carefully. It seemed as if he was so sincere that she would be missing out on a very good thing if she didn't at least give him a chance to express himself sexually. Yet there was always that nudging feeling that she was going to do the wrong thing. Finally she was able to throw off the fears that her mother would find out and she told Craig that if he would promise never to tell anyone, she would agree, just this one time.
Craig was thrilled and excited. His erect penis throbbed in his tight-fitting pants, and as she glanced at his bulging crotch, she could see how aroused he had become. It almost frightened her. She had felt that huge prick pressing against her when he would kiss her passionately. She had to restrain him as she was certain he was pressing against her rhythmically on a couple of occasions.
When they did get to the motel, Connie almost got cold feet.
"I don't think we should go through with it," she" blurted.
It was too late to talk that way. Her young lover was so hot now he could barely control himself.
"Damn it, you're not backing out now," Craig said angrily as he got out of the car, slammed the door, walked into the motel and signed a fictional name.
When he came out, Connie sat there frozen with fear. The terrible emotional whirlpool that her mind had become was reflected in her troubled blue eyes. However, Craig felt as though she would be leading him on if she didn't follow through with what she had promised. He didn't say a word, but merely looked straight ahead, gunned the engine, and went to the back of the motel. It didn't take him long to find a parking spot. Going into the motel room, it was all he could do to control himself.
"I'll bet you would think I was an awful person if I said I didn't want to go through with it," Connie shrugged.
Craig glared at her. He didn't have to say a thing, for she immediately understood what he was thinking. She got out of the car and slammed the door behind her, following Craig quietly, not wanting to make any more fuss.
Immediately Craig undressed. It didn't take him long before he was on the bed. Stretching out on the bed, he looked up at her longingly.
"You're a fantastic girl," he told her.
"You've just got a hard-on," she said tartly.
Craig didn't like her speaking to him in a demeaning manner.
"What's wrong with that?" he asked, slipping out of his shorts and revealing his huge, throbbing penis to her gaze.
Realizing she had to undress and how anxious he was to see her, she still had hopes she could stop him.
At this point she began undressing. When he saw her remove her blouse, he was encouraged. For she wasn't wearing any bra. Her lovely, fresh, young bosoms stood out in all of their splendor.
Craig instantly saw that her nipples had become erect. This got him all the more aroused and excited. He could see through her sheer panties a wisp of pubic hair. If she only would pull her panties down. When she hesitated as she put her hands to her hips, he went over and tore them off. That triggered her response. She couldn't stand it. She ran shrieking from the motel room as if he was trying to rape her. Craig threw a towel around his waist and grabbed her. He was fearful now. He didn't want to have her charge him with rape.
"All right, damn it," he told her reluctantly, "get your clothes on. I don't want to do it to you."
Silently she went back into the motel room. Fortunately she hadn't gotten very far before he overtook her. A couple of people who were walking by noticed what was happening, but no one got into the fray. Craig figured he was lucky that she hadn't cried, "Rape!" Once she was dressed and both of them were back in the car, he didn't say a word.
"I suppose you will think I'm crazy," Connie confessed.
Craig looked at her and didn't say a word.
"Say something to me," Connie begged.
Craig was thinking. He was thinking that he'd made a big mistake in trying to force the issue with Connie. Apparently she was fearful of any sexual involvement. It certainly would be foolish on his part to try to force the issue.
"Ohhh, Craig," she begged him frantically, "you won't ever see me again, will you?"
Craig still said nothing as he pulled up to the driveway in front of her house.
"Forgive me," Connie told him.
Craig could see that she was caught in the terrible frustration of trying to please her mother and trying to assist him at the same time. Her own identity had been lost in her mother's domination.
"I'll see you later, Connie," he told her finally, recognizing that she was about to burst into tears.
He didn't want any sobbing scene and he thought it better to handle it this way.
When she got inside the house her mother was immediately suspicious that something was wrong.
"The dance ended a long time ago," her mother said. "Your girl friend Joyce called up to talk to you. She told me that she saw you leave with Craig. Where were you?"
At this point Connie couldn't take anymore. The young blond-haired girl with the gentle blue eyes snapped in anger, "None of your fucking business."
Her mother glared angrily at her.
"You don't talk to me like that, young lady," she said defiantly. "Just because you graduated from high school doesn't mean that you are grown up yet."
Connie stood there trembling. She was fearful she had lost Craig completely. She knew how many girls in high school were carrying on. Connie was aware that she had tormented Craig at one point by agreeing to give him what he wanted. Pulling it away from him had probably given him mental anguish and suffering. He would hate her. Her mother was still standing there, demanding an apology.
"If you expect to live around here," she told her, "you've got to apologize for your conduct. And I want to know where you've been."
Connie suddenly realized she couldn't continue like this.
"I don't have to tell you anything," she snapped defiantly. Tm going to go out on my own. That's a very good idea, Mom."
She realized as never before that she had to go out on her own. Otherwise, she would be forever tied to her mother's morals. She was certain that her mother had a warped and sick view of sex. Her mother had often made a big fuss with her father about carrying on sexually. Connie had heard them argue before the divorce. And it was this situation that made her feel her mother was all loused up.
"You'll find out fast enough what it's like to be on your own," her mother shouted.
"I would rather go through the hell of finding out than go through the hell of living with you," she told her.
Two days later Connie moved away from home. She'd saved eight hundred dollars in a private bank account and that would have to carry her through. She went to visit her girl friend Joyce and tell her of her plans. Joyce listened to her and shook her head gravely.
"You did an awful thing by not making love to Craig," she told her. "Why do you say that?"
"Because when you didn't give him what he wanted, he came over to visit me. And you know what happened?"
Connie was heart broken now. She listened as Joyce revealed what had happened. "I felt it was only natural to give him what he asked for. As a matter-of-fact, he came over to see me right after he'd been over to see you."
Connie bristled to attention. It was strange how she wanted to torment herself by listening to the erotic details of what took place when Craig went to see Joyce.
"What happened?"
"We went for a little ride," Joyce smiled as she continued in a soft voice.
"Did he try to put the make on you?" Connie continued questioning her. "Did he take you to a motel?"
Joyce burst out laughing.
"He was so horny, honey, he couldn't get that far. I gave him a blow job under the steering wheel."
That got Connie angrier than ever.
"I don't care to hear anymore of the sordid details. You're not a real friend, Joyce."
Joyce didn't feel that way at all.
"Just because you have some dirty ideas about sex," she fumed, "is why you lost Craig. I couldn't hang onto him long myself. He was just coming to me because you had turned him away. I hear that he is picking up with Gloria now."
The more Connie listened to what Joyce had to say, the more she understood what a terrible mistake she had made by not giving in to Craig when he cared for her so much. Her mind was a Whirlpool of confusion now.
"What do you plan to do for a living?" Joyce asked her.
"I'm going to try to get a secretarial position," Connie revealed. "I can type over seventy words a minute. And I can take some shorthand, too."
Joyce shook her head grimly.
"It won't help. The secretarial market is overcrowded. Maybe I could help you get a job at the restaurant where I'm working."
It seemed like such a come-down to Connie that Joyce's suggestion got her angry.
"I think I can do a little better."
Joyce understood. She had already made the rounds and discovered she might be lucky to get a job as a waitress.
"In case you don't luck out," she told her, "you can always call on me. I will try to help you."
Connie thanked her. However, she vowed she would never ask Joyce for help.