[jiinx81]

I was driving down Main Street of my little town in my '67 Mustang fastback. (It looked like the one Steve McQueen drove in Bulitt, except that his was a '68 with side reflectors.) There were a couple of girls walking down the sidewalk, so I pulled up and asked them if they wanted to go for a ride. One, named Shirley, said that she was meeting her boyfriend, but Pam hopped right in. She was wearing a red top, white miniskirt and white thigh-high boots.

We drove around a little, then I pulled into a road to a field and parked just out of sight of the main road. She scooched over next to me and we started kissing. She seemed to be enjoying herself, so I reached up and started playing with her small left tit through her shirt. She kind of leaned in to me when I did that, so in a minute or two I reached my hand under her shirt, pushed up her bra, and fondled her bare tit. Since she seemed to like that too, I put my hand on her leg and let it wander up to her crotch, feeling her wetness through her panties. She was moaning a little, so I slipped her panties aside and slipped my finger inside. This was a big deal for me. I had done some heavy petting with my first girl friend, but that was after many dates. One base at a time, but I was still a virgin. I couldn't believe that I had goten that far having just met her. Shortly afterward she said that she needed to go home, and asked if I would take her.

She lived in the next little town with her step sister and mom. I thought I was just going to drop her off, but she asked me to come in and meet her family. After a few minutes of small talk she asked me if I wanted to hear her play drums, and I said sure. She had her drumb kit set up in what would today be called a she shed. I sat in front if the drums, she took her stool and started playing. As she played, that little miniskirt hid nothing. I could see her panties, along with a little dark spot where she was still moist. After she played a riff she asked me if I liked her performance. I told her it was great (what the hell else would I say under the circumstances,) but that it would have sounded a lot better if she played without those panties. She laughed and said that she couldn't do much while her bratty stepsister was around, because she was a blabbermouth. We made arrangements to see each other again, but I don't remember the circumstances.

I do remember going on a few dates, me getting to third base as soon as we could get at each other. I guess she sensed that I didn't know how to make the next move, so one night she said "I want you...NOW!" Well that did the trick. We were both so thin that we were able to lay down on the console of that Mustang, and I lined up and slipped right in. I really embarrassed myself, cumming in less than a minute. She asked me if it was my first time, though I'm sure she already knew the answer.

A few days later we had another date, and she told me that she had multiple personalities, and that sex-crazed chick I fucked was one of her alternates she called Susan. After that episode she was a little reserved, although she enjoyed kissing and petting. We only had a few more dates after that night, and only boned once more, and again she blamed it on Susan the next day. We just kind of drifted apart, partially because of the distance between towns. It was also before cell phones, and long distance phone calls were expensive. And she was a little loony.

She actually called me a couple of years later, and I happened to be at my parent's house. She said that she needed to see her dad, but he lived about an hour away and her mom need their car for work. Could I take her? I told her I would, then picked her up and away we went. I think she went there to hit him up for money, but they had some discussion outside of my hearing. When she came back she said we needed to go to the drug store for her dad, and she wanted to take his car. It was a cool old Mercedes sedan with a four-speed column shift transmission. She told me then that we needed to spend the night.

Neither of us had any toiletries or clothes, but we bought toothbrushes and deodorant with her dad's money. By the time we got back to her dad's place it was bedtime. His bedroom was in one end of the place, and the guest bedroom was in the opposite end. We went into our bedroom, and I removed her clothes. This was the first time I had actually seen her completely naked, and she looked nice. In the interim when we weren't seeing each other, I had developed a love of oral sex. I helped her to bed, then started kissing my way up her thighs. She really liked that, and by the time I got to her slit she was soaking wet. I started working her clit, and she pushed me away and said "I want you inside of me. Now." A little different tone than the first time, and she used the word "inside," but the meaning was the same.

So I was older and more experienced by then, and was enjoying a nice ride when she pushed me off, saying that she was feeling pain. I of course stopped, and pulled out. She said that there was something wrong (I think she said a cyst) with an ovary, and that she needed an operation. I said that wasn't a problem, and steered my rock-hard cock toward her mouth. She pushed me away and said that she'll never do that, that it's nasty. Then she said that she would probably be fine in the morning and that we could fuck then. Reluctantly I went to sleep with a bad case of blue balls. The next morning I woke up with a raging hard on, and started nudging her awake. She went to the bathroom, the came back and started getting dressed. I tried to get he back into bed, but she told me that last night Susan was in control, and that Pam was now back, and didn't want to screw in her daddy's house while he was home.

That was the last time I saw her, although my mom said she called my parents' house occasionally asking for me, but I had long since moved into my own place. I think I dodged a bullet with that one.