to tell me about it, tell me.” She reached for her purse and took out a pen. She wrote her address and a crude map on a napkin, folded it up, and stuck it in his sweatshirt pocket. “Right now, all you have to do is pick me up at seven tonight at the address I just gave you. You can’t miss it. Down Watt to Marconi and turn right. Then just follow the map. I’ll make the reservations and take care of everything. Don’t worry about anything. We’ll have fun, I promise.”
As he thought about it during his normal workout, he regretted making the date. If she had written down her phone number, he would have called and cancelled. When the time came, he reluctantly got ready and drove to the address. When he knocked on the door, Donna answered. His first thought was: That’s one good-looking woman.
She had on a black skirt and blouse just a little too tight, accentuating her large breasts and small waist. He thought her legs were gorgeous and the three inch heels showed them off perfectly.
“Hi, Mike. I just need to get my coat.” She picked up a leather coat from the back of an armchair and handed it to him.
“You look great,” he said as he helped her on with her coat.
“You really think so? Or are you just saying that because you’re a nice guy?”
“I really think so. You look really…” he hesitated.
“Sexy?”
“Yeah. I didn’t know if you’d get mad if I said that.”
“Not at all. I’d get mad if you didn’t think I was sexy.” The fact that he hesitated during coffee told her he wasn’t looking to get laid. If he was, getting him to fall in love with her would be easier. She knew she was every man’s fantasy and how to use sex to get what she wanted. She was good at it. She had had a great deal of practice.
Her first sexual experiences were in her high school sophomore year with a cousin from Los Angeles who was three years her senior. He had some trouble with the law and was sent by his divorced mother to live with his uncle in Sacramento for the summer. He was devastatingly handsome and very experienced for his age.
Donna was already well developed and was being chased by several popular high school boys and had spent her date time in back seats of cars borrowed from parents. If she liked the boy, she let him make out with her and feel her breasts. She never let them feel between her legs, however. She didn’t feel any moral taboo about it, she was just afraid that it might hurt.
When her cousin moved into the spare bedroom, all that changed. Her parents drank too much and often went to clubs or just drank themselves into oblivion at home and her cousin took the first chance which presented itself. It was his first weekend in their home and Donna’s parents had gone out to dinner and dancing. Donna was an only child so they were alone in the house. She was home for the evening because her parents had grounded her when they received a call for her high school counselor saying she had cut all of her classes two days in a row.
Donna was sitting on the couch watching TV when her cousin sat down beside her. “What’s ya watching, Donna?”
“Just a movie.”
“Ever smoke pot?”
She looked at him. In fact, she had. “Once or twice.”
“Wanna do some now?”
She was surprised. “You got some?”
He reached in his shirt pocket and pulled out a joint. “I sure do.” He put it in his mouth, pulled out a bic lighter, and lit it. He inhaled deeply, held in the smoke, and handed the joint to Donna.
She smoked cigarettes occasionally but didn’t really like them. But she liked the effects of marijuana. She took the joint and inhaled, holding the smoke in her lungs the way she had been taught.
“Oh, yeah,” said her cousin, smiling and letting the smoke out of his lungs. “You’ve done this before.”
Her cousin took the joint back, inhaled, and handed it back to her. Then he got up, turned off the TV, and put on an Eagles album. He turned out most of the lights and sat back down. Donna, still holding in her second pull, handed the joint to him.
She exhaled and said, “Good stuff.”
Listening to the music, they finished the joint. “Want another?” asked her cousin.
She definantly felt the buzz. Leaning her head back on the couch, she said, “I’m stoned already, man. I don’t think I need any more.”
“OK. Good.” He scooted close to her and started kissing her face.
“What are you doing, man? We’re cousins. We can’t do this.”
“Sure we can,” he said. “It’s not like we’re getting married and having two-headed babies. Just relax and go with it. No one has to know.”
His kisses felt really good so she relaxed. She felt his hands move to her breasts and squeeze. She liked the feeling so didn’t object. As his hand went under her top, she stopped him. It was a form fitting blouse and she didn’t want it stretched.
“Wait a minute.” She sat up and took it off. Then she leaned back again and moved her face to let him know she wanted him to kiss her. He did and it felt good. He leaned her forward and unhooked her bra.
What he was doing felt wonderful and she was starting to respond but when his hand went down between her legs she stopped him.
“Don’t,” she said.
“Why not?”
“Because I’m still a virgin.”
He leaned back and looked at her. “You’re kidding, right?”
“No. I’m not kidding.”
“A red hot babe like you? How can that be?”
“I don’t want to.”
“Why not?”
“Because it will hurt.”
Her cousin nodded. “It will hurt at first. But then it will feel real good. Trust me. I’m the guy to do it for you. I know what I’m doing.”
She considered him. She felt no moral obligation to remain a virgin and actually considered it a bother. But she’d never let a boy touch anything but her breasts and didn’t know what to expect.
“What will you do?”
“Trust me. I’ll get you really hot. Then it will be over in just a second.”
“What about the blood? I don’t want my parents finding any blood.”
He thought for a moment and then said, “We could put something on the floor, like an old sheet or something.”
Donna looked around and saw a stack of old Sacramento Bee newspapers. “What about newspapers?”
Her cousin snorted a laugh. “Sure. If that’s OK with you, it’s OK with me.”
She got down on her knees and began spreading out newspapers. Her cousin helped her. Soon there were five layers of newspapers on the rug. She stood up, took off her skirt and underpants, and lay down on the newspapers. She opened her legs and waited.
Her cousin took out his second joint and lit it. He took a drag and handed it to her. As they traded hits, he explained to her what would happen. He told her he had taken the virginity of three girls before, and assured her he would be as gentle as he could. When they finished the joint, her cousin began kissing her softly on her neck. Soon his hands and lips were everywhere.
When she was ready, he took her. The pain was dulled by the marijuana and it was over in a second. Then she felt her cousin moving in and out of her and began to feel pleasure. When it was over, she went in to take a shower while her cousin gathered up the bloody newspapers and threw them away.
The remainder of the summer was an educational experience