Chapter 5
Evelyn was wide awake even though it was late at night. She didn't know how to get herself to sleep. She was so up that she could not get her eyelids to close. It was too difficult.
However, she had gotten everything ready and even spent some time talking with her mother. She had been too happy to contain her happy enthusiasm. She was literally bubbling over.
"Oh, Mom, I had so much fun tonight and I've got a date tomorrow!"
"A date? With whom, Evelyn?"
"With Bobby Borden. He asked me to go to the beach. We're going to have a picnic."
Evelyn sailed around the living room, twirling, twirling. She didn't believe just how happy she could be. Not really. She was so pleased. She didn't believe that she could be so very happy.
There was more to it than the beach and the picnic. She had felt the magic deep inside her, too. She had experienced the strange but new sensation of having a boy kiss her and feeling her stomach flip.
She sat down next to her mother and told her all about Bobby.
"Oh, Mom, you wouldn't believe it. He's good-looking and he is on the varsity volley ball team!"
"How come you just got together tonight?"
"I don't know. Maybe it was just fate. You see, I thought that he was going out with Debbie Marino . "
"Well, is he?"
"I don't know. He said something about her being someplace tonight. I don't think he's still interested in her any more."
Her mother had closed her hands together in her lap and looked up at her. She didn't like
Debbie very much, and Evelyn avoided the subject with her mother. She knew that Debbie was more active sexually than her mother cared to have her be friendly with.
She didn't want her daughter to get hurt. She didn't want her to be just the plaything for a boy who would date someone like Debbie Marinol. She was a little tart if there ever was one.
"Evey, why would this boy want you? I don't mean that he doesn't like you, but you're as different from Debbie as night is from day."
"Oh, Mom! Come on. I don't know why he-likes me, but I know that he does and I know that I like him. I really do."
She had gotten up and sailed around the room again.
"He is just fantastic! Fantastic. I can't tell you how wonderful he is!"
Her mother hadn't said anything after that. She didn't know what to say. She didn't know how to approach the situation. She could be wrong about the boy. Lots of times, boys got tired of girls like Debbie and wanted someone real like her girl.
Evelyn and her mother made the sandwiches and wrapped them carefully. But Evelyn wasn't satisfied with the picnic. She wanted something special for it.
"I'll make a cake."
"Now? Evelyn, it is ten o'clock!"
'That's okay. I'll do everything. I'll clean up so that you won't know I had used the kitchen."
Her mother knew that it was no use trying to stop the girl, so she decided that she would help her. Together they had made the cake. A chocolate cake, with icing that they painstakingly applied to the cooled cake.
It was well after eleven thirty when they closed the kitchen light and went to bed. However, Evelyn's enthusiasms was so contagious that her mother didn't mind staying up and doing most of the cleaning.
She had kissed her daughter goodnight, basking in her own happiness. She was so pleased that her girl was happy and had a date. Not because she wanted her to be popular for her sake, but for Evelyn's sake.
She hadn't seen her daughter so happy in a very long time. Not that she was a melancholy person. It was just that she never had something to be that happy about.
The house held a very happy quiet when they finally retired. It was really wonderful to be happy. It felt just so great. But Evelyn just lay there in bed, trying to get some sleep.
It was no use. She just couldn't close her eyes. She didn't recognize the feeling that was creeping up on her now. She didn't know what to do. She was fidgety.
Evelyn was fidgety and nervous. She was happy, but she didn't know how to relieve the pressure she felt. She was experiencing a strange feeling in her pussy.
It was an itching sensation and then something gnawing at her. She wanted to do something about it, but she didn't know what. She had masturbated before, but this was a different feeling. It was more intense.
The sensation crept up her legs and then across her stomach, and she didn't know how to get rid of it. She lowered her hand to her crotch and rubbed in between the parting lips.
She didn't know very much about sex or her own body. She didn't know very much about any of it. She only knew that she wanted to relieve the feeling that was nagging at her.
She continued rubbing over and over again. She wanted to feel good. The gnawing didn't stop, but the fire increased. The fire that was there went higher and cream from her pussy wet her fingers.
She had never really poked her finger into her own secret cave. She had never done anything like that for sexual purposes. Sure, she had taken care of her own hygiene, but that was something different.
She didn't know how to go about it, but she tried. She cautiously pushed her middle finger into her tight opening. She couldn't believe the feeling in her body. The pleasure was intense when she did it.
She opened her legs while she manipulated her vagina and gasped with the sheer pleasure. She didn't know what to expect next.
Any time that she had masturbated, she had rubbed her finger over her clitoris and had done with it. She would get high until she would experience an orgasm and then she could go to sleep.
Evelyn found that she usually masturbated when she was in bed. That was when she was quiet and alone and naked. She wore a nightgown, but that didn't mean she had anything on underneath.
She was able to get at her body with no interruptions. No one was going to come in and discover her at her private orgy. She didn't like the idea of being discovered at all.
Tonight, however, this was so very different. She was burning with this mad desire to make it. She wanted something more than just her finger on her clitoris.
Something much more wonderful!
Evelyn didn't know what it was that "she wanted, but she was trying to make herself feel better. She was rubbing her finger in and out of the creamy opening and each time, an involuntary utterance escaped her lips. "Ohh. Ass. . .Ohh"
The air in her bedroom was permeated by the sounds of her pleasure. She didn't know what else to do. She wasn't even aware that she was making those sounds that she was making.
But the pattern was set now. She couldn't turn back. She was too hot for something like that. She had to make it before she stopped. It was more than she could handle.
Slowly her finger worked deeper into her secret passage. She lost the fear and the guilt as she plunged deeper into her own mysterious parts. It felt too good to worry about such things.
The magic was working for her. She felt the sensations get better and she worked harder and faster. She brought her other hand into play now and by the time she had her finger deeply imbedded in her vagina, her other fingers were worming on her clitoris.
The combination of the work was more than she could believe. The pleasure was something that she could only imagine. She didn't know how she could stand it.
Over and over again, she plunged her finger deeply into her pussy, making herself moan. She didn't want to stop once, not even to catch her breath. She was mesmerized and captive in her manipulations.
The pleasurable sensations worked inside her body to drive her wild. She was desperate to continue and to get to the goal. She was perspiring as she worked on her own body.
More and more of the cream that had appeared on her finger at first started to wet her finger. It was coming out around her finger and dripping down her thighs.
She felt so very decadent, but she couldn't stop. She had never wanted to do something like this before, but now she did. Now she wanted to make herself feel so good that she didn't stop until she was so tired she couldn't move.
The combination of excitement and sexual need in her young and vibrant body were the catalysts for the explosion of need in her. The sudden desire and the demand for fulfillment were wrapped up in that.
The feelings grew more intense for her. She didn't know how to cope with it. She knew that she should stop or forget about it. She knew that she should stop.
However, nothing in the world could make her stop. She was so locked into working her finger into her cunt that she couldn't help herself anymore. She was beyond her will.
The cream oozed out onto her pussy hair and her thighs and she worked herself into a frenzy. There was nothing that she could do but continue and that she did.
She thought about Bobby and what he had for her. She knew that boys had penises but she wasn't used to handling them. Sure, she had with a few boys, but not with very many.
They usually didn't get that far with her, to begin with. She didn't let them go very far with her, in the first place, but when they got to the spot, she became more frightened about it.
Now, however, things were different. She wanted to see and touch Bobby's cock. She wanted to know what it felt like and what it looked like.
The images in her head turned into Bobby's naked body, but since she didn't know what he really looked like, she couldn't imagine him naked. She didn't know how to make him look in her mind's eye.
Just the same, she thought about the strong and protruding prick with which he would make her feel so good. That was the way that she knew it happened. She didn't know more than that.
The ideas grew in her head, and the feelings grew in her pussy. She felt her fingers there and the pleasure became more intense. She was close to an orgasm but she didn't really know it.
All she knew was that she was getting higher and she wanted to have the relief from the tension and the pressure. It was a wonderful sort of torture.
She gasped out her pleasure while the feelings drove her near the cliff. She didn't want to return now. She didn't want to step back from the precipice. The reward down below was too tempting.
In a frenzy of motions, she drove her finger all the way into her vagina. She felt a little bit of discomfort, but that was all. She didn't even stop for a moment.
Far away, in the back of her mind, Evelyn thought that she might have scratched herself with her nail and she made sure that she was more careful about touching herself.
However, she kept up her frigging and worked even harder to get her pleasure. She was desperate for that release. It was more than she could stand. She had to make it.
She frigged herself violently as she rubbed across and all around her hard bud. She was rubbing the hell out of her clitoris. She loved the feeling that she was getting from it.
The combination of her manipulations was more than enough to send her over the wall. She was too close now. Anything like that was more than she could handle.
The peak was very near. She frigged herself steadily while she imagined Bobby's cock closing up on her. He was about to shove it into her pussy. He was about to make her take all that he had to give her.
Then she felt the wonderful sensations deep in her pussy. She frigged herself into a magnificent orgasm. She was moving her hips up and down, trying to get more feeling from her own hand.
More friction gave her more pleasure and the girl was virtually a perpetual motion machine. She kept rubbing her clitoris and frigging herself while she moved all over the bed.
The springs creaked while she took out her pleasure from her own body. She was rocking back and forth, making herself feel great. The pussy juice oozed from her tight cunt and she was lost in the pleasure she was experiencing.
"Ahh, Bobby, Aaahh!"
She spoke the words of her fantasy and imagined him slamming into her as she finally came. The release was something that she had fought for. She wanted the best that she could get.
She felt her finger and to her it was his thick cock, rubbing and fucking her. She was coming all over it. She didn't know just how it was done, but she half imagined the act.
The convulsions went through her pussy, making her bump her hips up on the bed. She wasn't used to such violent feelings. They shook her completely. She didn't know how to take it.
The bed bounced up and down and she continued to feel the wonderful pleasure of her orgasm. Until all of it was over and she drew her finger from her slippery box, she continued in the same fashion.
But everything ends, and so did her orgasm. She was exhausted from the violence of her feelings. She didn't know what to say or what to do except to got to sleep. She was beginning to feel the veil of sleep close over her and she wanted to be bright in the morning.
Her fingers were all wet and she wiped them on her nightgown, unconsciously. She smelled her own perfume and felt strange She was a little embarrassed, even though no one was there.
She didn't know whether this would happen with a boy. She didn't know much about herself as a sexual being. School didn't teach all that to her. She had to learn some other way.
Evelyn continued rubbing her clitoris a little as the glow of her orgasm wore off. The glow lasted for some time and went all the way down to her fingertips. It was more than she had ever experienced before.
She thought about Bobby. She wanted to make him like her. She knew that he liked her a little or else he would never have asked her for the date tomorrow. However, something clouded her mind.
She thought about Debbie. Debbie was her friend. How was she supposed to handle the matter of stealing her boyfriend. She hadn't done anything really to get him, but who was going to believe that?
She lay there, basking in the afterglow that she had produced for herself and thought about her friend Debbie. It didn't seem-likely that he threw her over. Debbie wouldn't let anyone do that.
What more than-likely happened was that she dumped him and he came to her as a second fiddle. She didn't like it, but at least it was something better than fighting someone like Debbie.
The only thing that disturbed her was whether Debbie was through with him. She had heard Debbie talk about guys that she was fooling with. She didn't like to see the same one all the time.
When she wanted some excitement, she would find another boy, but if she got tired of him, too, she could try to get her old boyfriend back. She was pretty and she usually succeeded.
The thought of being made a fool of by Debbie wasn't that attractive to Evelyn. She didn't know how Debbie felt about Bobby. She knew that she didn't mind seeing him, but she never heard raves about him.
As a matter-of-fact, Debbie always talked about Bobby as being okay. That meant that she wasn't really crazy about him. That was a good thing to think about, however.
She would be less-likely to try to get him back after Evelyn had made a fool of herself over him. That would mean that she probably had someone else that she wanted to be with.
Her eyelids were closing over now. She was tired and very exhilarated. She wanted to get up early enough to put on her makeup and fix her hair. She wanted to look so very special for tomorrow. She wanted to be prettier than she ever had been.
She closed her eyes and dreamed about what it would be like the next day with Bobby. All by themselves, on the beach. They would have a picnic and be by themselves. They could do anything they wanted to do. Anything at all.