Tamera squeezed her eyes shut as the erotic recollections flooded through her… she felt so alone now, so helpless and alone. She couldn’t go to her mother, for such a confession would kill her for sure, and she’d be branded the little whore that she rightfully was, and her mother would turn away in disgust, never love her again. Even though she was alone and without hope, she was thankful that this one morning her mother wasn’t there to see her as she looked, battered and torn and miserable.
Her dream of being married in white, of a soft double bed in which her one true husband would tenderly teach her about sex was gone like the belief in Santa Claus. Eddie’s white male sperm is still lying deep in my stomach, she thought, looking down at herself once again, trying to feel the overwhelming sordidness and dirty anguish she believed should be part of her loss of virginity and dignity. But the more her mind dwelled on last night, the more she kept thinking about Eddie teasing into her tender young pussy with his lust-hard penis, her breasts swollen and hurting from his trembling hands, and the way she’d willingly allowed him to do it to her over and over, the more she had to admit now that she wasn’t entirely sick of soul. There were the agonies of having to come to terms with herself in relation to her long-standing morals, but for all of the warnings and dire prophesies she’d been weaned on since birth, she had to concede in all honesty that she was still the same basic person she was before. Not at ease with herself, the way Nancy would be this morning—but then Nancy was more experienced in letting guys fuck her—the way she’d allowed Jason to take her panties down and fuck her right off the bat last night had left an indelible imprint on Tamera’s mind.
The fact that she wasn’t as grief-stricken as she assumed she should be, upset the young girl almost as much as what had happened. How could she lie here now and admit she’d liked it? But she had! She’d liked it plenty, and she must be some kind of pervert or juvenile delinquent for having not true shame or guilt, but only an emptiness in her belly which was crying out for more. Her body had not only betrayed her, but was forcing her to want still more, and she sobbed helplessly with guilt.
In an hour or so Eddie would be by to pick her up—that she was certain had been agreed upon last night—and she would have to make herself presentable. She rose again and padded naked to the bathroom like a robot, averting her puffed eyes from the soiled clothing she’d dumped in a pile when she’d undressed for bed. He’d be here, and then they’d go somewhere; she had a sickening feeling that neither he nor her body would allow her to say no to him. She couldn’t refuse him when he came to the door of her house, or when his virile young cock was once more pressed hotly to the mouth of her cunt… and that was all there was to it.
***
Tamera sat in the front seat of Eddie’s Ford while Eddie drove, the radio blaring out a new hit being broadcast by the local rock station. He bobbed his head in tune to it, and Tamera watched him with excited interest. All of her doubts had vanished when she’d climbed in beside him earlier, seeing his grin, and her pulse had quickened on the spot. She wasn’t sorry that he’d fucked her—not sorry at all now, and she wanted his penis to fuck her again. And Eddie had been so nice, talking about all sorts of things as they drove through the town. Yeah, she was part of it now, really in the groove, and no longer a little baby. God, this was really living!
“Hey, baby,” he said. “Instead of my place, how about us going over to Jason’s? He’s got this pool, see, and we can keep cool swimming and stuff. What do you say?”
“Gee, it sounds great, only…” She licked her lips.
“Only what?”
“Only I didn’t bring a bathing suit. I mean, if you’d told me, I could have grabbed my bikini before I left my house, but I didn’t, and I’m not planning to go in skinny-dipping today.”
Eddie laughed good-naturedly. “Nobody expects you to, baby. But I didn’t bring one, either. I plan to wear my underpants. What the hell, they’re larger than my swimming trunks, and just as private.” He shrugged. “Jason’s parents won’t be home, so it’ll be just us—and after last night, it’s sort of hard to be modest about what we look like, right?”
Tamera blushed crimson, shifting uncomfortably in her seat. No she had to admit, even though it caused her embarrassment to do so. She wasn’t used to this kind of living yet, not all of it. But she remembered telling her mother yesterday that her bra and panties covered her more than her bikini did—and if Eddie was going in in his underpants, then she supposed she could and it certainly was a hot day! She felt a silly tingling in her thighs at the risqueness of swimming in her underthings, and a little anticipatory shiver went up her spine at the thought of being so naughty in front of the boys. And if Nancy was in her bra and panties, it would be all right, she figured…