I was still convulsing when he slipped a finger underneath my panties. He pushed it inside me setting off another wave of spasms. It went on and on and on until I could barely breathe. I finally collapsed back onto the seat trembling and gasping for air. Skip pulled out his finger. When I regained my composure I sat up next to him. I noticed that in the front seat I could see Brian’s head but not Molly’s and wondered what was happening. Then I saw Brian stiffen in his seat, throw his head back and grunt. Not long after that Molly sat up wiping her lips.
Well that was my birthday. I can’t believe I really did all those things with a blind date. He probably thinks I’m one of those easy girls like Cindy. If he asks me out again I wonder if he will expect more. Maybe I should just tell him no.
Write soon. I miss you. Your BFF Linda
Dear Becky,
I was so excited to get your letter. I wanted to call but dad wouldn’t let me. He thinks long distance is too expensive. Anyway I’m glad you are settling in and have made new friends, but I do miss you terribly. Dave asked me the other day if I had heard from you. I didn’t tell him you were dating Kevin. He sounds dreamy. I hope to meet him someday.
I can’t believe what you told me about Molly. It’s hard to believe she was doing that right there in the front seat of the car. Are you sure? I thought only prostitutes did things like that. It sounds so gross, not just using her mouth like that but letting him shoot in it too. I guess the rumors about them going all the way must be true. At least they didn’t do that while we were in the back seat.
Well Skip finally did call and ask me on another date. I told him I wasn’t sure and that perhaps he got the wrong impression about me. He said he was sorry if he did anything that upset me and promised he would be a perfect gentleman if I were to go out with him. I finally said yes. This time it will just be the two of us. He is going to pick me up Saturday for dinner and then a movie and then Maxwell’s.
I probably shouldn’t tell you this but ever since my date with Skip I have been having these urges to touch myself in bed at night. I know we talked about this and you said it was perfectly normal but I still feel like I’ve done something wrong when I do it. I know guys do it all the time but somehow that’s different. I find myself playing with my nipples more often and imagining it is Skip touching them or sucking on them but then that makes me all wet between the legs so I end up touching myself there too and the things I think about are not at all ladylike. What am I becoming?
That’s all for now. Write soon. I miss you. XXX Linda
Dear Becky,
I read your letter over and over again. I’m so glad you found a boy like Kevin that you can trust enough to let him touch you like that. The way you described what it was like to have Kevin push his fingers inside you – and not just one but two – well it was breathtaking. The most exciting part was how you described touching his penis and how you used your hand to make him shoot. I shamelessly rubbed myself each time I read it.