When I slipped a finger into her pussy, Jolene sucked a sharp breath in through her teeth and rolled toward me, lifting her upper leg to give my hand more room and pushing her middle toward me to drive my finger deeper.

"Oooh, Tommy," she whispered in my ear, "that feels so good."

We'd basically agreed to fuck three days before, across the counter of the bakery where Jolene worked. I stopped in most days for a breakfast pastry on the way to work, a sandwich at lunch, or sometimes both. We'd been flirting for several weeks, although I wasn't serious about it. Jolene was cute, a tad on the plump side for my taste and not pretty enough to set off sirens. But she was certainly pretty enough to attract my casual interest. At that age and time of my life -- my late 20s -- I flirted and bantered on general principles with every girl who was of the approximately right age and shape.

So, one day, we were chatting while waiting for my lunchtime sandwich to be made.

"Do you want a pickle?" Jolene asked.

"Naw," I said. "You can have my pickle." I winked at her.

"Thanks," she said. "Pickles are hard to come by."

"If the pickle isn't hard, it won't come by at all," I said.

"Boy, isn't that the truth," Jolene said.

"Oh, come on," I said. "I'm sure you get lots of pickle."

"Not really," she admitted, giving me a wry smile.

"I can't understand that," I told her. "You're certainly pretty enough."

Jolene blushed, flattered. She turned to collect my sandwich from the kitchen and moved to the countertop where she began wrapping it up for me. She didn't look up or say anything more until it was done.

"I guess I could," she said, handing me the sandwich and looking at me directly, "but... I wouldn't want to risk getting pregnant."

"That's easy enough to take care of," I said.

"Oh, my mom would kill me if I went on the pill," Jolene said.

"There's more than one way to skin a cat," I said. "You can always put a skin ON the cat."

She laughed. "Yeah, I guess so," Jolene said, "but..."

"You just need to find a guy who'll take care of it," I said.

Jolene looked at me directly again. "Are you that kind of guy?"

"I could be," I said, realizing that we'd gone a long way from casual banter.

"Good," she said, smiling. Then she waited.

"Uh... Would you like to go out some time?"

Jolene couldn't go out any night soon. She had to baby-sit her younger sister while her mother worked nights. So we settled on a Sunday afternoon date. We'd take a drive in the country in my little Fiat Spider.

The weather cooperated nicely. Sunday was a beautiful, Southern California spring day. I took the hard shell off the Fiat and picked Jolene up at her house at 2 p.m. on Sunday. After meeting her folks, we jumped in the car and took off.

I don't think either one of us was really interested in the drive -- We just felt it was proper to spend some time together as if this was a real date, not just a fuck.

Jolene was a nice girl, but really not my type. She was from somewhere in the South and her family had only come to California a year before. She seemed a good example of the old line that you can take the girl out of the country but you can't take the country out of the girl. The truth was that we didn't have much in common. And we weren't going to develop it, either. I soon found out that Jolene and her family were moving to Bakersfield the next weekend.

So we drove around a while. It isn't easy to get away from the city in Los Angeles -- it stretches for miles in every direction. But I knew some old roads out in northern Orange County and headed that way. We tooled around for an hour, stopped and had a burger at a drive-in, and headed back for my place. Jolene made no objection when I suggested it.

My place was an apartment in an oddly-shaped five-unit complex. My apartment was on the second floor over the carports, off to one side from the other four units. I liked it that way, although the big picture window offered a view of nothing but a parking lot. Inside, I didn't have much furniture, just mattresses on the floor in the living room for couches and a mattress and springs on the floor in the bedroom. Hey! It was the 70s, man.

I offered Jolene a drink and she accepted a beer. We sat on the "couch" and put on some music. We chatted for a couple of minutes, but we both knew we hadn't come to chitchat. I put my arm around her shoulders, then pulled her to me for a kiss. She wasn't the least bit reluctant, offering up her lips readily and letting my tongue slip between them and probe her mouth. Her tongue licked back at mine, tentatively at first and then more strongly.

I nibbled at her lips and licked the corners of her mouth, then kissed my way down her jaw and onto her neck. Jolene arched her back, pressing her generous breasts against my chest. I slid a hand up from her waist and cupped her tit, squeezing gently. She sighed and wriggled slightly, letting me know she was enjoying my touch.

Putting my other hand on her bare leg below her shorts, I stroked the inside of her thigh, working my hand up gradually from near her knee, slowly moving higher and higher. Meanwhile, I continued to kiss her lips and throat and knead her breast. Jolene's eyes were closed as she abandoned herself to sensation. There was no resistance in her, not that I had expected any.

When I moved my hand higher onto her shorts, Jolene sighed again and let her legs relax, giving me room to slide my fingers up farther. I massaged her inner thigh, letting the edge of my hand brush against her crotch. Jolene made little sounds in her throat when I did so, little sighing moans of pleasure. I turned my hand and cupped her pussy through her shorts.

"Ohhh," she whispered. "Oh, Tommy." I pressed my fingers against her pussy, moving my hand up and down and from side to side. Jolene pushed her pelvis forward, rubbing herself against my fingers.

"Do you like that, Jolene?"

"Oh, yes," she said. "It's been so long."

I was curious about what that might mean, but I didn't think this was the best time to question her about previous experiences. We could talk later. Right now, I was intent on fucking. I pressed my fingers into her pussy through her shorts and was rewarded with a moan. I was pretty sure she'd been thinking about this all through the drive and the preliminaries, if not since our conversation earlier that week. There was no seduction needed. Jolene was willing.

She'd worn a blouse with buttons down the front. I removed my hand from her crotch for the moment and began to unbutton the blouse. Jolene watched me, smiling faintly. Once the top was open, I slid my hand inside to squeeze and fondle her generous tits. Jolene kept on smiling, except when I covered her lips with mine. Then she opened her mouth wide and licked at my tongue when it slid in.

We moved rapidly through the stages. I unfastened her bra and released her tits. They were large and ponderous, but she was a big girl and could carry them. I played with them for a few minutes, licking and kissing and sucking at them. Jolene snuggled in my arms contentedly, murmuring deep in her throat now and then.

I dropped my hand to her pussy and stroked it outside her shorts for a while, then moved up to the waistband, slipped the top button and slid down the zipper. Working my hand down inside, I fondled her through her panties, then raised it again and slipped my hand inside. I worked my fingers down through her copious thatch of hair and found her pussy lips, which were moist and slippery.

"Ummmm," Jolene moaned. "Oh, yeah!" She opened her knees wide to give me room. I poked my middle finger down through her wet slit and found the entrance, then pressed deeper and slid my finger into her cunt. The breath hissed through her teeth. I probed and stirred for a while down there, while Jolene's breath began to come in quick pants.

"Damn, girl," I said, smiling, "you're sure ready."

"God, yes," she said, answering my smile, her eyes droopy and languid. "You know it. I've been thinkin' about it ever since we talked. I'm so damn horny I could croak."

"Well, don't do that!" I laughed. "I think I can cure that particular problem."

"Geez, I hope so. I. haven't had many chances. since we moved here. The folks watch me pretty close."

"Yeah?"

"Yeah. They think we went to a movie. They'd really be pissed if they knew we were at your place. I'm not s'posed to go to guys' houses."

"Well, they don't know. And I suppose they're right, because we're going to do just what they're afraid we might."

"Good," Jolene said. "I'm all for it."

"Me, too." I'd been fingering her cunt while we were talking. Now, I slid my finger out of her and began to work her shorts down her thighs. Jolene helped and soon they were sliding down to her ankles. She kicked her sandals off, followed by her shorts and panties.

"Let's do it right here," she said. "I want you to put it in me right now." Her hands sought my belt, unfastened it, and unzipped me. Her fingers wrapped around my prick.

"Oooh," Jolene whistled. "You got a nice one."

For all her claimed lack of experience - or opportunity, at least - Jolene seemed to know quite a bit. She handled me competently, running her hand up and down my length, squeezing with just the right amount of pressure to please but not pain, jacking off my cock with her hand. I swelled under her touch.

"Ummm," she said, "I gotta taste it first." She pushed me onto my back and slid off the couch onto her knees. Wiggling between them, she held my prick upright and lowered her face. Her tongue licked up the shaft and around the head. Then she opened her mouth wide and, without touching me with anything but her breath, took the head inside. Slowly, her lips closed around it and then sucked on it hard.

"Ohhhhh," I moaned, as her tongue moved from side to side under the head of my cock. Jolene slid her lips downward, taking more of me into her mouth, then pulled backward, her lips clasping my prick tightly as the dragged over the sensitive length.

"Ummmmm," she groaned around it. The humming sent exquisite vibrations all through my cock and down into my balls. I jerked and twitched in her mouth.

"You like that, don't you?" Jolene asked, taking her mouth off me. "If we had more time, I'd suck it until you came. But I want you to do me. I want you to put it in me."

"Come on up here, then," I said, tugging on her shoulders. Jolene hopped up onto the couch next to me. I kissed her and then laid her back. I started to crawl between her legs.

"Uh, do you have. you know. anything?" she asked.

"Oops," I said, "I almost forgot." I stood up and went into my bedroom, grabbed two rubbers and a tube of lube I had bought for the occasion (you never know, after all), and came back quickly. Jolene smiled when she saw what I was carrying.

"Good," she said. "I hate to be paranoid, but I just don't want to take any chance of getting pregnant."

"No problem," I told her. Sitting beside Jolene, I tore open one of the condom wrappers and pulled out the rubber. "You want to put it on me?"

"Sure," Jolene said with a giggle. She sat up and took the rubber from me, unrolled it slightly to make sure she had it the right way, bent down to lick the head of my prick, and then positioned the rubber on the head of it. Her face twisted in concentration, she slowly rolled it down the shaft, then slid her hand up and down it to make sure it was on tight. "There we go." She laid back on the couch again.