The naughtiest virgin(5)

"Hi! I'm Tad Thatcher. What's your name?" Even before I turned to answer, I knew it was him.

"Sheila Henderson. I'm visiting my aunt and uncle for a few days. Tad did you say?"

"Yes. Look, I'm sorry about last night. I just got carried away. But you did, too."

"I don't want to discuss it. I'd rather forget it ever happened." I felt the blush to my toes.

"Okay. I just thought that you might like to go for a walk this afternoon if I get out that way. I really wanted to tell you that I was sorry and apologize to you."

"Well, you have and I'd rather not see you again or talk to you."

I watched him turn and walk away and wondered why I had said that when I had really wanted to get naked with him, and fuck some more, even feel his beautiful dick in my hands and suck it like the other girls said they'd done to boys.

I wondered how his jism would taste and if it would choke me when he'd cum in my mouth. But I made him run off.

I watched for him all afternoon, hoping he'd come anyway. I had it all planned out: I'd walk into the woods and he'd follow me. Then I'd lead him to my swimming place and strip my clothes off, pretending I was alone. Then I'd stretch out on the ground and play with myself. He'd get hot watching me and would come to me with his hard dick and fuck me. I'd fight a little, then really get down with him. Then we'd swim a while. Rack on the grass, I'd suck him until he came again.

That night I fingered myself three times to that fantasy. The next few days were the same. He had taken me at my word. I was so mad at myself, I could've cried.

I knew my father would call for me soon. But when the mailman came, there wasn't even a card from him. In my room I did cry, then fell asleep.

"Sheila, Sheila! Your father's here. Come on downstairs."

I rushed down and there he was, big smile and all. I jumped into his arms and kissed him with tears running down my cheeks.

We loaded my suitcase and then he handed me the keys to the car along with a big kiss and hug. We said our good-byes to Uncle Harold and Aunt Clara and were on our way. It was a long drive to Oklahoma City from Arkansas.

I went straight to my room when we got home and for once I didn't even finger myself. Instead, I went to sleep as soon as my head hit the pillow. I wanted to be up before Dad and surprise him with breakfast.

"Hey, that smells good. How'd you manage to get out of bed so early?"

"It wasn't easy, but I wanted to surprise you. I was thinking that to earn my spending money, instead of paying a maid to come in, I could do the housework, and you could pay me what you'd pay her."

"Sounds all right with me, if you're sure you want to."

"Well, it would take care of my gas money."

"Okay. I'll call the maid service when I get to work and have them discontinue service. You're as good a cook as your mother."

That was exactly what I was hoping he'd say, because I intended to keep the house anyway and he might as well get used to it. I couldn't help a smile.

After he left for work, I ran back upstairs and got into a pair of cut-off shorts, leaving my panties off. I hated panties anyway as the elastic in the waist and legs always felt like it was cutting into me. For the same reason, I left my bra off. I loved the feel of my breasts swinging free. I didn't even slip my shoes on because it felt good running around barefooted.

By ten-thirty, I had the whole house straight. I decided to do the laundry tomorrow as I plopped down on the sofa with a cold Coke. The phone rang.

"Barbara! Yes, I got back last night! Hey, why don't you come over and we'll go for a hamburger and malt? You don't have a way over? Well, I'll come and get you!"

I was out of the house in nothing flat, grabbing my keys and clutch purse. When I pulled up in front of her house, I honked a couple of times, then waved at her to come on.

"Where we going?"

"To the root beer stand for a malt and burger. Then home."

Everybody swarmed around while we were there. On the way home, we dropped Shirley and her little sister off at their house. Barbara and I had been close friends for several years now, often spending the night at each other's house. She was just a little taller than me and had red-gold hair and green eyes. She was dating a little but had never gotten down with her dates, saying she wanted to wait until she was married.

On the way home, she decided to spend the night with me, so we went by her house to see if she could. Of course, her mother let her. She found an overnight bag and put her stuff in it, grabbed a pair of short shorts and a tee shirt. At the house, she ran up to my room and got into them, but I noticed she'd left her bra on as she came back down the stairs.

"Why'd you leave your bra on?"

"Oh, I couldn't go without it."