Mom became pleased with our engagement as she knew him better due to his
"honoring and protecting me" but lectured more about not getting pregnant.
Like the nuns she didn’t talk specifics, just don't, inferring I was to remain
Like puberty and menstruation, no adult talked to me about birth control or
the "pill" which was starting to change the world. At school, among
the girls, it was the big whispered conversation with the talk often of how to
get "the pill". A few, very few, had a mother who went to the doctor
and got them on "the pill". The nuns seemed flustered girls could
"do it" and not be punished with pregnancy. The church was in turmoil
over this earth shaking change.
For me it didn’t matter. At 17 I couldn’t get a "pill" prescription even if I decided to. You had to be 18 to see a doctor without a parent. Mom would never agree to take me to a doctor to get "the pill". Sex was a taboo subject and to say.
"Mom, take me to the doctor. I got to get on the "pill". We’re screwing.”
Would in my mind, stop the earth's rotation. Instead, it was don’t ask, don't tell. She lit a few more candles in church to keep me a virgin and I never broached the subject of what happened in his car.
Now he could be arrested if we had intercourse, me being under 18 and he over 21. While we came close, we didn't. Once our wedding was assured with his safe draft status I was willing despite Mom's extra candles and the nun's admonishments. I figured my fate’s sealed; it doesn’t matter if I’m pregnant on the altar but he "honored and protected me". As with other things he took responsibility for my virginity, I and it belonged to him.
With his draft status clearance and good job we shifted from just kissing
good night to ‘necking” and "petting" as it was called. Then it
happened. After a movie, parked overlooking Steven's Creek Dam, we were grinding
against each other on the front seat, fully clothed. I felt his erection
pressing against his pants, pulled my blouse and bra up and had him kiss my
nipples, for the first time. While he did, I lifted my skirt and put his hand
on my panty crotch.
As he kissed my breasts and rubbed my vulva my pelvis bounced up in tune with his rubbing. I climaxed in a shudder, 4 months before our scheduled wedding. He was the more surprised y my ardor and exclaimed I was, “Vixen” as I straightened my clothes and sat up. I was not sure who Vixen was but, thereafter she was my sexual persona.
I bought bullet bras and nylon panties at Macy’s, to make Vixen feel and
look sexy. “Necking” and "petting" became our sex life. Soon after
overlooking Steven's Creek Dam his parents went out and we were alone in his
house. We went from kissing while watching TV to my leading him to his bedroom.
On his bed I opened my blouse, unhooked my bra, pulled my skirt up, and panty
down while he kissed and fondled and pawed. I opened myself for him but he lay
aside rubbing my vagina until my pelvis leaped up in rhythm and I climaxed.
I then unbuckled his pants, pulled them and his shorts down and saw for the
first time his erect penis, unlike my brothers circumcised. Too inexperienced
for oral sex to put it in my mouth I kissed it and stroked it until he
When his semen spurted out I jumped back in amazement, stared transfixed as it sputtered and then squeezed out the last dribble as it deflated. I got a towel and cleaned up the distinct, faintly bleach smelling mess, proud of my accomplishment. Thereafter his penis was tagged Squirt.