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I had to earn it myself. I had just started my first job when I met Janet, this tennis chum of my Moms. Id begun dating several guys, and I was even letting one of them fuck me.
The others I would only let feel me up, and rarely inside my panties. It wasnt that Id turned prudish; its just that teenage boys are such jerks. Theyd give you a glorious two-minute bang and then go and brag to all their friends like theyre the Sultan of Love or something, meanwhile ruining your reputation so that only worse jerks are willing to go out with you. Or worse, theyd fall madly in love and follow you around like lovesick puppies, whimpering for attention.
The guy I was actually fucking was different, he was twenty, didnt know any of my friends and he was in the Navy, so he wasnt always hanging around. Of course, this meant that I couldnt really get into any heavy sex very often, so my eye often turned to the girls. Unfortunately, teenage girls are just about as neurotic as teenage boys, and I worried about rejection and scandal and that kind of thing. (He-he, that was back when I still worried too much.)
There was this one girlfriend of mine, Laura Wells, that I was particularly attracted to, but we were such good friends that I was terrified of spoiling things between us. In short, at the time that I met Janet Beardsley, I was in a state of perpetual horniness. Mom had brought me in on a family membership at the local country club and arranged for me to take tennis lessons. Mom got involved in some kind of fund-raising project, and I wound up standing in for her on her bi-weekly tennis game with Janet.
Janet was twenty-five, married and fairly well to do, driving an Italian sports car that cost more than most peoples houses. She was a classic beauty, about five-seven, with long, dark-brown hair and clear blue eyes, a trim, muscular physique, long sexy legs and a proud bust line. She also had that sort of skin that tans seemed to like to paint themselves upon.
Normally, we would shower at the club and go to the lounge for a cup of tea, but one day, Janet called a halt to the game early and asked me if I would like to go to her place to clean up and have a drink, as she was expecting an important package that afternoon. I said sure, more than a little flattered that an adult was offering me alcohol. She had a really nice penthouse at the top of a hotel - I think her uncle owned the whole building. We were relaxing and sipping daiquiris after our showers, just lying around in the living room when Janet brought it up. Sex.
"Are you a virgin, Kathy?" She asked it with a smile, a smile with flashy teeth and sexy dimples. I hated
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myself for feeling embarrassed, but I tried to keep a poker face and answered, "No, why do you ask?" I tried to sound cool and casual like she seemed to me, but I suspect that I blushed.
"Well, I have a sort of sex-problem that Id like to discuss with you, and I just wanted to know where you stood on the subject." Her thighs shifted restlessly and I thought the silky sound of her hose was sexy. A thrill shot through me - was she trying to seduce me? But no, that would be too good to be true, so I realized that I should be careful here, but at the same time, I needed to let her know how uninhibited I was, so that shed feel more relaxed.
I sipped my drink before I decided to step into the suddenly awkward silence, "Please dont say anything to mom, but Ive pretty much been around. I even have a sailor who gives me such a good time when hes on shore leave that I walk bow-legged for days after every visit!"
My exaggeration had the desired response. She laughed and uncrossed her legs. She was wearing a simple white gown and obviously no bra. She made me feel grungy in my tee-shirt and cut-offs - my tennis costume was now residing in my gym bag. Worse, I was wearing a bra - it made me feel like a teenager - of course, I was eighteen, but no girl of eighteen likes to feel like a teenager! "So whats this sex problem?" I asked, trying to sound the bored, woman of the world.
"Well, Im sure its all right to tell you this, but I have to trust you to keep it confidential, okay?" She was actually wringing her hands and looking worried.
I smiled at her worry and reassured her, "Hey, you keep my sailor a secret, and your secret is safe with me!" I said it with as much bravado as I could muster, and I guess it was enough. She looked relieved and proceeded to spill her guts.
"Bill (her husband) isnt really much of a lover, in fact, Ive only had a few orgasms with him..." she stopped suddenly to give me a concerned look, "Are you sure this isnt embarassing you, Kathy?"
I chuckled, "Yes, Janet, Im sure. My sailor isnt the worlds greatest, but hes the best man Ive had. I could tell you some real horror stories - like the drunk boy who popped my cherry and passed out - all a minute!" That got another laugh, and she continued, but she still seemed a little nervous.
"Well," she tittered, "I guess you do understand my frustration, but the actual problem isnt Bill, its this neighbor, well, two floors down - she calls herself Serena and rides a motorcycle. She has a punk haircut, and a body like a model." She sighed, and I misunderstood.
"Oh," I said, "You mean that shes after Bill?" I thought I was
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