AMERICAN GIRLS CH. 04

Nobody in this story (that had sex) was underage.

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Chapter 4 -- Trish

I met Trish when I was standing in the line at the local theatre, waiting to see 'The Godfather'. She was by herself, which seemed amazing to me, since she was a cute girl. In 1972, it was unusual for girls to go to a movie by themselves.

I decided to talk with her. "Hi. I'm Pete. Would you like some company?" I asked.

She glanced at me and asked, "Do I know you?"

"Not yet," I replied, "But I would like to change that. Movies are a lot more fun when you are with other people."

"That's true," she said. "I guess I could use some company. My name is Trish."

"Good to meet you Trish," I replied. As we stood in line for our tickets, we got to know each other better. It turned out that Trish was a senior at a local high school, but she had decided to take the day off to see 'The Godfather'. So, she was basically playing hooky. She had actually planned to skip school with her girlfriend, but then her friend got caught leaving the school.

I asked Trish where she lived, and who she lived with. It turned out that Trish was also an Air Force Brat, so we immediately had that in common. Her dad was stationed at the nearby Travis AFB, and he was a loadmaster, and so was gone much of the time flying. Her mom worked in Fairfield, where they lived, so she was seldom home either. She had no siblings.

When we got to the ticket window, I quickly paid for both of our tickets before she could object. She offered to buy drinks, so I agreed, but I also bought us some popcorn for the movie. Obviously, she hadn't expected me to pay for the movie, and she blushed a little that I had. It must not have been a bad thing, though, because she was constantly looking at me afterwards, with that look that girls use when they are considering a guy.

She grabbed the drinks and I grabbed the popcorns, and we headed into the theatre. Once we were seated and settled in, we continued to talk, and we were both becoming a lot more relaxed. In fact, we got relaxed enough that when the movie started, she leaned into me and let me put my arm around her. I was tentative at first, but she didn't seem bothered by it at all, and soon my hand was resting against the top of her breast. She just snuggled in even closer.

The movie was great for a first date, with enough romance and sex mixed in with the violence that it kept her moving even closer to me. We were both starting to get warmed up. My fingers were softly rubbing the side of her breast through her sweater, and she moved her hand to rest on my thigh. It didn't take her long to realize that I was physically attracted to her. She never overtly rubbed my cock, but she did rub against it, probably trying to guess the size.

'The Godfather' was a great movie, and both of us enjoyed it tremendously. When the movie was over, and we were leaving, I said, "I really enjoyed your company. Is there any way we could spend more time together?"

Trish smiled and replied, "Sure, that sounds like fun. Did you have anything in mind?"

"Nothing in particular," I said, "But I would love to get to know you better."

"OK," she replied. Why don't we just go to my house? We can talk there, and nobody will bother us."

Trish had walked to the theatre, and she was happy that I had a car. I opened her door and seated her before going around to get in. She thanked me and then directed me to her house. Once inside, she took me to her bedroom, where we sat on her bed. Her bedroom was what I would expect from a high school girl. The walls were covered with posters, and her pillows were teddy bears. I chuckled.

"What?" she asked.

"Oh, nothing," I replied. "It is a cute room to match a cute girl."

She blushed and asked, "Do you really think I'm cute?"

"Seriously?" I asked. "Don't you know you are beautiful?"

"Not really," she replied. "Nobody has ever said that to me before."

"Not even your dad?" I asked.

She smiled and said, "That doesn't count and you know it."

"Maybe," I replied. "But I think you are beautiful."

Trish smiled again, so I leaned in and kissed her. She melted in my arms, and soon she was laying on her back as we kissed. Our tongues were now slowly dancing, and Trish was loving it. When we finally broke the kiss, she looked up at me and said, "Thank you. That was my first kiss, and it was wonderful."

"Well," I said. "Let me make your second kiss even better."

Trish closed her eyes and leaned back in for another kiss. This time, as my tongue danced with hers, my hand slipped up under her sweater to softly caress her breast. At first, she jumped a little, but then she relaxed and pressed her breast against my hand. She breathed into our kiss, "Wow."

I let my hands continue to explore her breasts, and soon her sweater was pushed up to allow greater access. She made no attempt to stop me, but rather was unbuttoning my shirt. When she undid the last button, we simultaneously removed each other's top, and her nipples were suddenly pressed into my chest.

In removing her sweater, I broke the kiss, and started kissing her earlobes and neck, working my way down to her breasts. At first, I avoided her nipples, planting butterfly kisses all over the tender flesh of her breasts, but I finally succumbed to her hard pebbles and sucked a nipple into my mouth. Trish almost passed out with pleasure. She clutched my head in her arms and pulled me toward her nipples, moving me back and forth between her nipples.

She must have thought she had died and gone to heaven as I suckled her nipples. "Oh my God," she exclaimed. "This is better than anything I have ever felt." Since she liked it so much, I decided to continue suckling her until she tired of it (though I wasn't sure that would ever happen).

That isn't to say that my hands were idle, though. Indeed, the button and zipper on her skirt had been undone, and her skirt and panties were sliding down her legs toward her feet. Once they were down below her knees, I let them go and left her to remove them the rest of the way. That didn't take long, but I'm not sure that she was actually aware that her panties had gone with her skirt. In any event, now she was naked.

Once her skirt and panties were removed, she followed suit and undid my belt and pants. She pushed my pants down over my hips, and I helped her out by sliding them and my boxers down my legs and off. All this time, I was laying on top of Trish suckling her nipples, so she wasn't actually looking down to see what was happening lower on our bodies.

I explored her pussy with my fingers from her clit to her vaginal entrance. As I suspected, Trish hadn't had sex, and her hymen was intact slightly inside of her vaginal entrance. She trembled as I suckled her breast and she felt her first small orgasm. When that happened, I moved my lips from her breasts, kissing down over her navel and tummy to her vulva.

I let my tongue run along her vulva from her vaginal entrance to her clitoris. When it touched her clit, Trish's whole body jerked. "Wow," she sighed. I let my tongue and lips softly make love to her clitoris and labia, and she pulled me into her with clenched fingers in my hair.

It wasn't long before Trish was moaning and squealing under my ministrations, and then she went into total meltdown in an orgasm that shook her to the quick. I slid back up to her nipples, gave each a short suckle and then kissed her deeply. I guided my cock to her vaginal entrance, and then quickly slid it through her hymen and into her depths. She opened her eyes in panic as she realized what had happened, but then pushed back against me as her body continued to quake in pleasure.

Once my cock was fully seated in her vagina, I pressed the head firmly against her cervix. Then, I slowly withdrew until only the tip was still embedded in her love tunnel, only to slam my cock all the way back into her. I don't know if she meant to, or even if she had any control of her body, but her hips rocked to meet me as I plunged into her, and she met every thrust with her own from then on.

Her pussy was extremely tight around my cock as I pummeled her over and over again. She wrapped her legs around my waist in a subconscious attempt to pull me in even deeper (though I don't think it could have happened). Every stroke was bottoming out, pressing firmly into her cervix, and I'm not sure that it would have been possible to go any deeper with her.

Her first big climax finally came to an end, but we continued our dance, each of us trying to join fully with the other. Time after time, our hips pulled apart only to slam back together. The sounds coming from our union were very stimulating. Trish's pussy was producing large quantities of natural lubricant, and it was making a wet mess of her bottom and her bed.

When her next orgasm hit her, her vaginal muscles were literally milking my cock, and I couldn't resist the urge to fill her with my seed. Spurt after spurt of my semen were pumped through her cervix and deep into her womb. After my balls were completely spent, I collapsed on her, once again kissing her neck and breasts. "Oh, Wow!" she moaned. "Why did I wait so long to do this?"

"It may not have been the same if it had been with someone else," I replied.

She gasped, "That is true. I hadn't thought of that."

"Just out of curiosity," I asked, "Are you using any kind of birth control? I know it's too late to ask, but still..."

Trish smiled up at me. "My mother is a nurse. She had my doctor put me on the pill as soon as I went through puberty."

"Smart mother," I replied. "I'm sure that neither of us would want a baby right now."

"Yeah," she agreed. "I want to at least finish high school before I get pregnant." We laughed together.

"Are you busy on Saturday?" I asked.

"What did you have in mind?" she returned.

"Hmmm..." I said. "There seems to be a pattern here. I ask if you're busy and you ask what I want to do? Well, we could go to another movie or go out to eat or go to a park ... or I could just surprise you."

"Any of those would be OK ... or we could just stay here in my bedroom," she replied. My dad is on an embassy flight and won't be back for at least another week, and my mom is working on Saturday."

"I vote for your alternative activity," I said. "I can't think of anything I would rather do than spend time with you on your bed. And if you want, we can go grab a bite to eat later on." I smiled.

Trish laughed and then replied, "That sounds good to me. What time will you come over on Saturday?"

"How about noon?" I replied. "What time will your mom be home?"

Trish looked at her clock. "Noon sounds fine, and my mom will be home in about three hours."

"So...what would you like to do now?" I asked with a smile.

"I'm not sure I could do that again right now," she replied. "I am pretty sore between my legs."

I looked down and saw that her inner thighs (and her sheets) were smeared with cum and her virginal blood. I asked if she would like me to help her wash her bedding and maybe help her get clean in the shower.

"I can do the bedding," she replied. "But a shower together sounds fun."

We stripped off the bedding and took it to the washer, where she put it in to soak with some spot remover. Then, she took my hand and led me to the shower. The shower was bigger than most, and we fit easily into it. Trish adjusted the water temperature and we climbed in. I started washing her back, and she practically hummed. "Nobody has done that for me since I was a little girl. It feels good."

Well, I couldn't let a compliment go unrewarded, so I was soon washing every square inch of her body, both front and back. Even though she had said she couldn't do anything more sexually, I was soon massaging her breasts and her pussy, and she was pushing back against me. When my cock responded to her bottom pressing against it, I let it slip between her legs. I bent her over at the waist and let my cock slide deep into her pussy again. She gasped, but then once again pushed against me as I thrust into her.

Her hands were against the shower wall in front of her as my cock plumbed her pussy from behind. I alternately grasped her waist and her breasts to make sure that she didn't fall over. Trish's hips were rocking against me, countering every one of my thrusts with her own thrusts. Again, the air was filled with the sounds of our union. It didn't take as long for her to reach her climax this time, and I soon felt the ripples inside of her vagina, milking my cock as I continued to thrust. It was too much, and I quickly joined her in rapture. "This could become a habit," I thought to myself.

We once again washed, rinsed and dried each other before going back to her bedroom to retrieve our clothes. I kissed Trish once more before confirming the date on Saturday and leaving. Things were looking up.

I was on Trish's doorstep at noon on Saturday. She took me directly to her bedroom, where she immediately stripped naked and then undressed me. After she pulled my boxers down, she looked up and commented, "Your cock is huge. It's hard to believe that this fits inside of my tiny hole." Then we made love for a few hours.

Afterwards, I took her to a sit-down burger joint in town. We were able to sit and talk some more. It didn't seem like we talked much when we were in her bedroom. She lamented that she wished that I was in high school. I asked why. She replied that then I could take her to prom the next weekend. I was incredulous. She didn't have a prom date? She shook her head in the negative. Amazing.

I took her hands in mine and asked, "Trish, would you go to the prom with me?"

She wasn't sure that I could, but I informed her that it was not only possible, but I had seen it done before when I was in high school. Her answer was, "Yes." I told her that she would have to make the arrangements for the actual dance tickets, but that I would pay her for them, and that I would take care of everything else.

Trish had a smile from ear to ear. She was so happy because she had thought that she would miss out on her prom because of no date, and it made her sad. I told her to get a prom dress quickly, but that she should tell me what color it would be by Tuesday, so I could get an appropriate corsage for her and a matching boutonniere for me. I asked if it would be OK if I wore a nice suit, or would she rather that I rent a tux.

Finally, I told her to plan on spending the whole night with me, as I would get us a hotel room for the night. She could tell her parents that we were going to an "after" party. If she would need anything to spend the night with me, she should give it to me on Tuesday, so her parents wouldn't wonder what she was carrying on prom night.

She replied, "Wow. A nice suit would be fine. Thank you so much, and I will repay you in full on prom night."

Being with you is payment enough," I said. Anything else is a bonus." She smiled and kissed me.

Tuesday afternoon, I stopped by Trish's house. She gave me a small bit of material from the dress, so I could take it to the florist, and then she gave me a small bag. "I put a sheer negligee in the bag, so I can wear it with you in the hotel room after the prom."

I smiled. "You probably won't be wearing it for long unless you want to put it back on after we make love."

She had a beautiful smile that lit up her face.

That Saturday evening, I went to Trish's house to pick her up. Of course, I met her parents. Her father asked about my service, and I told him that my job was still classified. He was surprised when I told him I had been promoted to Staff Sergeant in less than three years (34 1/2 months). Like my dad, he seemed to know what that took even though we couldn't talk about it.

When I met Trish's mom, I was transported back to the Philippines. Trish had a slightly Asian look (long silky black hair and dark brown eyes), but I hadn't guessed that her mother was a Filipina. I told her that I had been through Clark many times, and she told me that was where she had met Trish's father. All-in-all, meeting Trish's parents went well, and after pictures, Trish and I left for dinner and then the prom.

Dinner and the prom were fun, and I could tell that Trish was so happy, she was just bursting at the seams. Her friends all wanted to know who I was, and she told them I was a college student she met at the theatre a few weeks before.

The only "after" party we went to was a private party in a hotel room. When we got to the room, Trish turned to kiss me, and then she found her bag (which I had put in the room earlier in the afternoon when I had checked us in) and took it into the bathroom to get ready for bed. May I say that she was a vision of beauty when she came out of the bathroom a while later. The only thing she was wearing was a very sheer, very short nightie and perfume ... intoxicating ... and the perfume wasn't bad either.

I lost track of how many times we made love that night and the next morning, but suffice it to say that both of us were completely satisfied. I had to call Beatrice and cancel our math tutoring appointment on Sunday because I had nothing left. Sleep was NOT something we did that night, and I was exhausted.

In the morning, we got dressed (in our prom clothes again) and went to breakfast at Denny's, and then I took Trish home. Her mom was waiting for her at the door, but Trish still turned to kiss me and thank me for a wonderful night. Apparently, her mom was satisfied that everything was OK, because she had no objections to me dating Trish until the end of the school year.

When summer came, I got another job in the Sierras as a backpacking guide. Whereas my first guide job had been with the Boy Scouts, this job was working with several private and church camps in the Lake Tahoe area. It still had me guiding through the Desolation and Mokelumne Wilderness Areas and surrounding national forest, but this year I took boys, girls, adults and mixed groups.

Oh yeah, and I had an assistant guide. Her name was Camille.