Chapter 2
For that matter, Dorothy wasn't supposed to be there either. It was Saturday afternoon and she had originally decided to go to a movie with her best girlfriend, Sue Wells. Sue was just six months older, but already engaged to be married, and she had already done a good deal of talking about the joys that would be hers legally once the ring was put on her finger and the words said over her and the sheets drawn and the door locked between herself and Tom Jurgens. Dorothy naturally had read enough about fucking and such variants as Frenching, but she was still a virgin. Sue wasn't, obviously, because she and Tom had hit it off so well from the very start that the two of them had tried to find out if each was suited to the other on their very second date. That had been five months ago, and by now Sue and Tom were pretty sure that they wanted to get married so they could fuck all they wanted and not have to sneak around to find a place to do it as they did now.
What had happened was that Tom had been out of town-he was a junior salesman at the Torrance Finer Food Company, which sold to restaurants and hotels and institutions-and Sue hadn't expected him back until next Monday. He had called her up only fifteen minutes after Dorothy and Suj had made a date to go see "Ben Hur" down at the Loop, and Sue had called Dorothy back apologetically to tell her that she was awfully sorry but she just had to break the date because she and Tom were going to be together all afternoon and evening. And of course Dorothy had understood. And she was also a little envious, because from the way Sue had raved about what it felt like when a man stuck his cock inside your pussy and was gentle and tender and kissed your titties and goosed you while he was humping you, you had all sorts of sensations that sent you off into heaven. They were far better, Sue had assured Dorothy, than diddling yourself with your own finger-something Dorothy was doing surreptitiously at night with more and more frequency, since after all she was a young woman and herself of a ripe age to find a permanent fucking partner. Instead of which, she was still cherry.
So what had happened was that Dorothy had unhappily gone on back home and arrived about twenty minutes after Kenneth had started fooling around with cute young sexy Dody Brandon. Kenneth had expected that he'd have the whole bungalow to himself because he had overheard Dorothy talking to Sue on the phone originally this morning about seeing the movie, and he knew that it took four hours for the whole show which would give him more than enough time to have his first piece of cunt.
And finally, so that the perfectionist who may read this story will have every detail explained in the most transparent way, Dody Brandon herself had agreed to service Kenneth Martin on an impulsive whim, when she had managed to wrest out of him the embarrassed and stammered confession that he'd never had a piece of pussy before in all of his life. Dody Brandon was known as an "easy lay" over at Lane Tech High School, but that was a sour-grapes rumor started by a couple of fellows who had made a couple of passes at her and been thrown out trying to reach first base, much less getting home with her. She liked cock as well as any girl in the student body, but she was discriminating, and she would have you know that from the very outset. If you thought that the rumor that she was easy to seduce made it possible for you to slip your hand under her skirt on your first date and find home plate right then and there, you had another couple of thinks coming. And like as not Dody would never go out with you again if you tried a stunt like that the first time. The second or third, that was something else, if she had already taken a liking to you. She was a smart chick, even though her grades didn't exactly show it, being a C student; she had already found out from her mother about the pill, and she had been taking them for the past year. And since she had started taking the pill, she had had now fewer than seven different male cocks slide down the tight warm squishy groove of her eager cunt, and now Kenneth Martin's was the eighth.
Dody's father and mother were reasonably well to do, but they were out of town a good deal of the time and they gave her considerable leeway. For example, four of the fellows she had let fuck her after a second date had had their first piece of Dody's tasty quim in her own bed in her own house on North Devon Avenue. And yesterday in geometry class, just before the last bell, Kenneth Martin, who sat right next to Dody, had looked at her in such an imploring way, that she couldn't help giggling and she had followed him out into the hall and teasingly whispered, "Don't think I haven't seen the way you've been giving me the eye all semester, Kenny. But I bet you wouldn't know what to do with it if you got it. I think you're cute, but that doesn't mean you're going to get into my panties." And he had blushed so furiously that Dody's eyes had grown very wide and then she had pointed an accusing finger at him and, almost doubled over with giggles, hissed, "I'll just bet you never even had a girl, that's what I bet, Kenneth Martin!" And so, feeling the earth open up under him and swallow him up, he had desperately bragged that she was terribly mistaken and that he could probably give her a better time than any boy she had ever known.
Being a daughter of Eve, Dody had known that he was lying, and it had only convinced her that this would be a delightful experience to be able to teach a nice-looking fellow like Kenneth Martin what pleasure a boy and a girl could have together when they got better acquainted in a horizontal position and packed as snugly as a cock and cunt can merge. So she had pretended to be very awed by his boast and had taken him at his word and called his bluff by whispering, "All right, then, Kenny, I'll just see how good you are. My folks'll be out of town tomorrow, but that old cranky housekeeper we've got, Mrs. Judson, will be there cleaning so I can't have you over to my place. Where can we go?" And naturally Kenneth Martin had suggested his own house, being quite certain that his sister, as was her custom, would spend the afternoon with her perennial girl friend Sue Wells.