Chapter 1
Archive Note: This pocketbook was missing the first nine pages of the book. The following incomplete paragraph begins on page ten.
...me to the bathroom and washed my pussy with cold water and a towel and then put some cold cream on the lips. I didn't bleed much, and he said I was terrific in bed."
"Gee golly," Claudia had breathed, "But won't you want him to-to f-fuck you again? I mean, now you've found out how nice it is, won't you be after him?"
"Uh uh. It wouldn't be fair to Junie, really. 'Sides, there's a fellow in my history class, that tall sort of shy Frank Casmer, and Geraldine told me he's a real killer in bed-she's gone all the way with lots of boys, she started when she was twelve, she said-and I know he's got the hots for me, and I think maybe we can have some fun. He lives with his aunt, and she's old and deaf, and we could do it in his house. There."
Claudia had sighed enviously. But it wasn't a fellow she wanted-even though she had the same urges Prissy did between her legs, especially at night. Fellows talked too much about their conquests, and you could get a baby even if you were careful, and besides, most of all, she liked girls better. Girls like her own sister Verna, who was fifteen and a half and sort of sexy herself. And Verna, even if she was six months older than Prissy, didn't care much for boys either. Verna was half an inch shorter than she, and slim and sexy to her being rounded and curvy, though not so much as Prissy, who was really almost fat. Claudia thought to herself she would like to find out if Verna played with her pussy at night too, the way she did. Because maybe the two of them could have fun together-maybe even more fun than Prissy had had with her sister's hubby.