Chapter 2

Friday 21st and Saturday 22nd March 1969

She liked my flat; it being her first visit. As before she changed in the bathroom and joined me in bed. There was a second bedroom, but she showed no interest in it.

She was wearing a full length high necked thin cotton nightdress. I had kept my briefs on. When my hands roamed as we kissed, I realised she had taken her bra off, though her full briefs were still in evidence. I took this as an invitation and caressed her breasts over the nightie. She sighed and moaned but stiffened when my hands went down to go beneath the garment. I stopped.

She whispered “Thanks,” and snuggled closer to press herself against me and my erection.

I pressed it against her, and she pushed her breasts against me.

“Penny this isn’t fair,” I said. “When are you going to trust me?”

She pulled back with a start.

“I’m sorry,” she said, and after a pause, sat up, pulled the nightdress over her head and threw it aside, then burrowed down again into my arms. “You can touch them if you want.”

Not immediately, I thought. She was now naked from the waist up, and wearing full flowery pattern briefs below. She lay down on her back.

It was her waist I went for first, stroking her sides and back while nuzzling then kissing her neck. Then I gave some attention to her stomach, lightly caressing it all over and dipping into her navel. She began to breathe heavily and to move her hips languidly.

She sighed, she moaned, and I took this as the signal to accept her invitation, and kissed down to the tops of her swelling breasts, kissing and gently nipping all around her nipples. Now she began to writhe, moving her chest to get my mouth on her tits. Her hands went to my head as she tried to guide me. She was out of control.

I licked the right, drew a palm over the left, and she squeaked. I continued the treatment and got an ‘Oh’, and then a groaning ‘Yes!’. I kissed down and applied some oral love to her navel, when she giggled and gasped, pulling my head up for a kiss.

Her kiss was intense, open mouthed. My hand drifted to her thigh and traced up the inner surface, but moved along the crease of her groin, avoiding her sex. She was rubbing her tit against my chest and seemed at ease with my attention down below. The third time my fingers made the journey the track was over the centre gusset of her knickers.

She stiffened.

“Be a bit adventurous,” I whispered. “You’ll like it. Please?”

She relaxed and lay back. I pulled at her briefs and she raised her bottom to help me pull them off. Then I played with her sex, tracing over her inner lips and grazing her clitoris. She jerked.

“Graham! What are you doing?”

“Ssh! Relax. You know what I’m doing.”

“I don’t. Ooh! Aah! I don’t know...”

It hit me then. She had never even masturbated! I was amazed, for I thought everyone had experimented with themselves. I continued a lazy stroking with one hand while caressing her breast with the other, while she lay stiff and wondering. Her hand had ceased to rove over my back, head and neck as she began to get lost in the feelings my hands were giving her, and began to move and sigh.

“You mean you’ve never... ?”

“Never wha-a-a-t?” She was breathing hard. “What’s happening to me? O-o-h!”

“Sweetheart, just let me ... Just let it happen. It’ll be good, I promise.”

She relaxed for a second, then tensed, this time in response to her rising libido. I rubbed her, circling her little nubbin. Then with a cry she stiffened, and bucked. Her eyes screwed shut than opened as wide as her mouth as she was taken by the spasms.

“Ahh! Ugh! Gerr! Mm!” Her range of non-verbal expletives was impressive, bearing testimony to the intensity of the experience. I felt smug.

I played gently with her private parts as she slowly came down and rejoined the human race.

“Is that... ? Was that... ? They said the earth moved ... That was just ... Oh!”

Then she giggled. “Oh, Graham, that was ... different!”

“Told you,” I replied.

“Mm, I never felt anything so good!”

“That was your first ever?”

“Yes, it never occurred to me. I never felt the need.”

It was a surprise to me. From later research it seems that there are many women who basically aren’t all that sexual, and while enjoying sex immensely when it happens, never feel a driving need to get off on their own or search for someone else to do it for them. Penny, it seemed, was one of these.

My prick was still standing hard, begging for attention. I nudged her side with it and she looked at me questioningly. Then lifted the quilt and looked at bulge in my briefs. Then at me again. It was obvious she didn’t have a clue what to do.

I slid my underpants down and freed my cock, she lifted the quilt again and her eyes went wide. It was obvious this was another first for her. Today that would be surprising, but then there was no internet porn, and women’s magazines were not at all explicit; Cosmopolitan Magazine was still six years away.

She looked at me with a ‘help me’ expression.

I took her hand and led it to my prick, wrapping her fingers round it and then moving her hand up and down the shaft. I let go and she continued to rub me.

“Is this right?” she asked eventually.

“Oh, yes!” I said as my excitement rose.

I took her hand again and led it between my legs, placing it against the crease of my bottom, then pulled upwards over my perineum, groaning as I did so. Then as we reached my balls I let go and she held them before fondling them. She stifled a giggle.

I have to say she was a quick learner. She wasn’t totally ignorant about sex; after all, Patricia’s and George’s activities in an adjacent bed were surely educational. She said later that even though they confined their activities under the bedclothes, the movements of Patricia’s hands and George’s backside moving up and down under the covers indicated clearly enough what was going on.

She returned to stroking my cock up and down.

“Am I doing this right?” she asked.

“Mm,” I replied. It was bliss. Then her other hand went to my anus and pressed. That surprised me. She traced over my perineum and pressed a little.

I moaned, “Oh, Penny, that’s good!”

She giggled and repeated the exercise, all the while wanking my prick.

“Oh that’s so good! Keep doing that!” I was begging, and getting close. She speeded up, pressing up between my legs.

“I’m getting close!” I warned, as she was crouched over my stomach, her head under the covers.

“Mm?” she asked. Too late. I erupted. She was so surprised at the splash of semen that hit her cheek that she stopped stroking.

“Don’t Stop!” I cried. “Please!”

To her credit she began again but kept clear as I sent two or three more spurts over my stomach and chest, and catching her arm.

I had been rigid during my orgasm, and now fell back.

“Oh,” I gasped, and she stopped, “Penny, that was great. You are wonderful.”

“So that’s what you put inside a woman,” she said, “sort of milky and a bit messy!” and she giggled again. Then got out of bed and ran to the bathroom to clean up, while I wiped myself dry with some loo roll I had by the bed. Why else would a single man have a roll of loo paper by his bed?

She ran back into the room and dived into bed, wrapping herself round me.

“Was that OK?” she asked, not really needing an answer.

“Pretty good for a first attempt,” I tried, and got a punch for my pains.

“OK,” I compromised. “It was bloody marvellous.”

“That’s better,” she said complacently, snuggling into my side, her head on my shoulder.

Nothing more was said, for we both fell asleep until the morning, by which time we were back to back. I know I was supposed to be spooned up against her, my erection pressing into the crease of her backside, but it simply did not happen like that. Neither did I have an erection that morning, so spooning would have been a waste of time.

In fact, from what happened next, spooning would not have gone down well.

I rolled out of bed, naked, went to the kitchen and made tea, taking it back to the bedroom for Penny. The bed was empty, and when she appeared out of the bathroom, she was fully dressed. She looked unhappy, resentful.

“What’s the matter?” I asked, genuinely puzzled.

“Last night,” she said.

“Yes?”

“You knew my views on sex and you took advantage of me. You knew I didn’t want to go that far and you went ahead and did it anyway.”

“Hang on!” I protested. “We’ve been a couple for four months, and exclusively at that. I got the impression you were committed to me in some sense, and I’m certainly committed to you.”