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    While this is a multi-chapter effort, it began as a set of 
(unconnected, for the most part) short stories and still retains 
enough of that character that you do not have to read each one in 
turn to understand what is going on.  Think of it as a series of 
incidents in a biography.   The sexual activity is invariably M/F 
(or m/f in some cases and jurisdictions), almost invariably 
consensual, there being one exception in here.  Drugs show up 
once or twice, defloration more often.

                        CHAPTER SEVENTEEN
                              Evening with Enid
  
     Dave Whitley started dating Enid Weston in December.  After
that past year or so, with being himself picked up and plucked by
Francine, and balling another thirteen women, including four
virgins, and still having some of them on an occasional basis; it
might seem surprising that he would devote himself to evidently
unpromising material.  The reason was that, from what he had been
told by Suzanne and some other girls in the school, Enid was a
genuine virgin who wanted to stay that way.  And he felt that
taking a prize like that was worth a long campaign.  Joy Douglas,
after all, had just been waiting for the right person to push her
over the edge; Anne Shimura was much the same, perhaps; Julie 
Carter had only waited to be discovered; and Sharon Rosenblum 
was easy to take for all of having a delayed reaction.  He wanted 
a challenge.  
     It was five months until he did it.  
     Enid Weston was about a month past her seventeenth birthday in
April, and in her last year of high school, as was Dave Whitley.  
     Her parents and her little brother were going off for the
weekend to visit relatives, but since Enid had already had a
baby-sitting job lined up for Friday, they let her stay home.  When
Enid asked Dave to come over and visit her on Saturday night, she
pointed out to him that she hadn't told her parents he would be
there alone with her.  Dave took this as a sign that she wanted to
get more physical than they had before.  Maybe she had even
anticipated going as far as they finally went that night.  If she
hadn't planned on doing all that they did, she had at least planned
for an opportunity for it.  
     Dave got there about seven-thirty at night, and they settled
together onto the couch to watch television and talk.  He kissed
her hello, and put his arm around her.  For whatever reason, maybe
because of feeling more comfortable at home, Enid was more
interested in kissing than she usually was, and they got to that
early and heavy.  
     By quarter after eight, his hand was at the bottom of her wool
shirt and moving up, while he kissed her forehead and eyelids. 
When Dave touched his hand to the skin between her breasts, where
the bra dipped down, Enid snuggled closer and began breathing
heavier.  They had gotten this far many times before, but always at
the end of a date.  
     Enid said to him then: "Dave, the way your hand is touching me
there is making me feel wonderful.  I'm getting little shivers from
it, but I can't help wondering if we are going too fast." 
     Enid said it, but her heart did not seem to be in it.  Perhaps
she wanted to see if that would discourage Dave.  He was sure that
she wanted to go further than they had before, but she had some
inner voice of caution speaking up.  
     "Maybe you are right, Enid.  We have all night, just about... 
But I want so much to touch you everywhere and kiss you everywhere,
and make you as happy as I can in every possible way, many times." 
     She smiled and gave him a quick kiss.  Enid liked talk like
that, and Dave would gladly give it to her if it smoothed his way
in.  And he fully expected that tonight he was going to get in, all
the way in.  
     His hand had not moved from between her breasts while they
talked, but he now moved a little under one cup before taking his
hand down and out, then up to open the top button on her shirt and
kiss the skin at the V.  
     He unbuttoned her shirt completely and bent to kiss her
between her breasts, and Enid lay back across the couch.  Dave lay
beside her and kissed her shoulders and her stomach, then he eased
one bra-strap off and kissed the skin where it had been.          
     She was getting very excited.  
     "Dave, that feels so good, I want it to go on forever," she
murmured.   
     He lowered the other strap and kissed the skin there, then he
raised her body to let the sleeves of the wool shirt fall from her
arms.  He stroked the bare skin of her sides and back for a moment,
then he unfastened the hooks on her bra.  When Dave let her lie
back again, Enid trembled in his arms, but her tongue tangled with
his when he kissed her.  
     Dave kissed her on the left ear, then he very lightly touched
his tongue to the curls and the ins and outs of it.  She shivered
again, and he did the same things to the right ear, a tiny bit
lighter.  Then he kissed Enid on the mouth again until her breath
became ragged. 
     His thumbs moved up, under the loose bra, and went softly to
her nipples.  They were half-erect, and his fingers soon brought
them all the way up.  This far they had gone once or twice before,
before quitting for the night.  He could feel Enid's heart beating
fast.  She was more aroused than Dave had ever gotten her before. 
     She pulled one hand to her lips and kissed his fingertips,
then she put his middle finger into her mouth and began sucking on
it.  That made him wonder if Enid was trying to slow him down or to
excite him.  The sucking made him think about having her use her
mouth the same way on another part of him.  Dave couldn't know if
the thought occurred to her, but the way that Enid looked at him
hungrily made him think that perhaps it had.   
     When she released his hand, Dave lifted the bra off and
exposed her sweet young breasts.  He bent to kiss the tips and
touched his tongue to them, circling slowly and nipping with his
teeth.  Then he rubbed her nipples with his fingertips while he
kissed her neck, in the delicate spot in back of the jaw.  Enid
pulled him to her and they lay silently for a while.   
     He opened his shirt then and shifted to lie above her, between
her legs.  His chest was pressed to hers, their mouths sought each
other hungrily, and the bulge in his jeans was rubbing against the
ache in hers.  Enid lifted her legs slightly and pulled on his
buttocks.  The position was just the one Dave that wanted to get
her into, except for the little matter of clothing.  But that
seemed like it might be taken care of.  
     He undid the button on the top of Enid's jeans and eased the
zipper down.  This was clearly something new for them, new
territory, and Enid looked up at him with doubt in her eyes, but
the desire that was also in her eyes overpowered the doubt.  Dave
put his hand on the outside of one thigh and he began to caress her
there, inside the jeans, when he shifted back to lie beside her.
     Dave lowered her jeans a little at a time, touching the bared
skin as he did, both inside and outside the thighs.  Enid fingered
his nipples and played with the hairs on his chest.  The area of
her panties, even the inner surfaces of the legs far up, Dave
avoided for now.  The potential for exciting her was great, but so
was the potential for Enid to decide that they had gone too far. 
He did not want to spoil the momentum now.  These months of laying
ground-work were certainly going to end in laying Enid.  
     As it was, when the jeans were down around her feet Enid
trembled again when she realized how far they really had gone, and
realized that Dave's jeans were also opened and his erection was
covered only by shorts.  
     In a little while Enid calmed and reached a hand to touch the
shorts and cup his shaft through the cloth.  She put a finger
through the opening in front and put it on his erection.  She had
never done that before.  When she did, Dave put his fingers under
the elastic of her panties.  
     She gasped when his forefinger went past her pubic hair and
parted the labia.  She tensed and called out, "My God, what are you
doing?"    
     He slowly and gently probed until Enid had relaxed under his
hand again.  Then he spread the outer lips open and stroked the
clitoris until her passion began to build.    
     "What on earth are you doing?  It's never that strong when I
use my hand on myself!" she gasped.  
     Enid reached for his shoulder and massaged it urgently, then
she dug her nails in a bit and even used her teeth on it as Dave
brought her to a climax with his fingers.  
     "Oh. Oh!  OHHH!" she cried.  
     When Enid came down from that peak, she whispered to him:
"Dave, I want you very much.  I want you in me.  I want you to have
me."  
     There was no question that Enid would need no more persuasion,
that she was willing, indeed eager, to give Dave her maidenhead on
a silver platter -- or anyway a bed.  Once more he was going to
feel the gentle pressure and release as the virginal membrane gave
and he would enter into warm wet newly-opened territory.
     "I want very much to have you," he told her.    
     "Let's move elsewhere, then.  This couch is too narrow for
what we've already done." 
     And so it was that Dave took Enid's virginity that night in
her own house, and in her very own bed.  
     They gathered the clothes and turned off the television, which
neither of them had paid any attention to for some time, and they
moved into her bedroom.  Dave took with him a blanket that he had
brought.
     After they set the clothes down, Dave took Enid in his arms
again and they kissed.  They pressed their almost-naked bodies
together, and the parts of them that were still clothed were
pressed closer together than most of the rest.  Enid's hand reached
through the opening in his shorts and she grasped his naked penis
for the first time.    
     David spread his blanket across Enid's bed and then lefted her
and placed her on it and joined her.
     When they lay across her bed, they were pressed the same way
as when standing.  Enid had only panties on, and he had only
shorts.  Dave used his tongue on her nipples again, and then on her
inner legs, even kissing her a fraction of an inch from her only
covering.  But from the way Enid acted, she needed no further
preparation.   
     He crept up between her legs and they tongue-kissed, first
with his shorts over her crotch, pressing down, and then with only
her panties between their bodies.  Dave could feel the wetness
coming from her.  His conquest of her was complete; she had
surrendered in spirit, in all but the very act of penetration.  
     He reached his hand down and removed that last bit of cloth
from her body.  Enid's hips came up and she rubbed against the part
of Dave that ached to enter her, making his scrotum damp.
     She now murmured over and over, "I want you, I want you..." 
Enid may have been convincing herself rather than talking to him. 
     Dave knelt over her spread legs and placed his rod at her
opening.  He rubbed it up and down, from side to side, making the
head of his penis wet but nothing near as wet as Dave made her. 
Enid's body began to twitch in desire, and finally she reached to
draw him in to her.  He kissed that hand, and she put it on his
back.  
     "I want you in me.  You are driving me insane," Enid
whispered.  
     Dave entered slightly and Enid trembled in his arms again.  He
almost lost control when she did that, but not quite.  Dave went in
and out, bit by bit, until he touched the tight thin membrane.  
     "Break it!  Take it!  Take me!" she called out.  
     But excited and eager as Enid was now, David was not going to
hurry.  These long months of kissing and fondling and slow
escalation could not be thrown away by a hasty entry into her sweet
untouched cavern.  He wanted to make her possession exquisite.  He
carefully withdrew and this time entered very slowly, savoring the
sensation and watching her face carefully.  The pressure grew
moment by moment as her expression of joy and anticipation and fear
of pain spread, and then the hymen finally burst.  Enid gave a low
cry.  The canal opened up and widened with each move he made into
her.   
     "It's so big, it's incredible, it's wonderful," she said in a
rush.  
     Whether the action came from instinct, or from reading a
description, or even from figuring things from movies, Enid began
to move her hips in response, beneath him in the bed.  Dave took
this to mean that she wanted more of him now, so he lengthened his
strokes.  He sank deep into her now, and she gasped with each
thrust he made.  Enid lifted her legs and put them around him.
      At the last Dave pulled out and Enid used her hand to make
him gush into the air.  He remembered years later the spots of her
bright blood on that hand, the evidence of what they had done.  
     Since Dave had not dared to bring her to an orgasm through
normal intercourse this time, he took Enid there with his hand
again.  But this did not remove her appetite completely, nor his. 
They lay and talked in her bed, and fondled each other's bodies.  
     Later that night, not long before Dave went home, he made love
to Enid again.  This time her nervousness was gone and she became
hungrier for his body than before.  He used a condom he had in his
jacket.  Enid became concerned when she found that Dave was
carrying one, but he pointed out that she certainly knew he had
wanted to have sex with her.  
     He lay behind Enid with his arms around her, fondling her
breasts and upper body.  Enid turned her head to seek his kisses
and touches, but he deliberately kept those touches above the 
waistline, to show himself and her how much he could excite her
nude body without touching her genitals -- though he in no way kept
his stiff penis from pressing on her buttocks, or her hand from
reaching for it.  When they were both very ready to go on, Dave
dropped his hand between her legs and used his fingers to spread
her lips and to insert himself.  He moved slowly at first, driving
into Enid from below, and he gradually increased the force.  
     In this position Dave could use one hand on her breasts and
nipples, the other one on the labia and clitoris, and put his
erection far into her.  This triple action got Enid gasping and
kept her that way.  This time he had no reason to pull out, and
their orgasms came right together.  At the end, Dave rolled onto
his back and took her with him, and he pulled her hips down so that
he was as deep as possible in Enid, with her legs spread straight
out, when his semen shot up.
       Enid's gasps and facial expression at that moment were
almost as satisfying as the physical release that Dave felt.  
     Since her parents were not due back until Sunday evening, they
had planned earlier to meet on Sunday afternoon and spend the
afternoon out.  Now Enid wanted even more to meet Dave then, but
not to go out.  
     Enid looked out the peephole and recognized him when he
knocked.  She opened the door and when Dave entered, she opened the
bathrobe she was wearing to reveal a silky nightgown, and then she
opened her arms.  When Dave pulled her to him, Enid raised herself
slightly on her toes and she opened her legs.  She gave him an
instant erection.  If his clothing had not interfered, he could
have gone straight up between those legs then and there.  
     When Dave told her that, Enid grinned and said to him: "I've
been thinking a lot about the way you felt in me.  I want to have
you all the way in me again.  I've been thinking about you and what
we did last night, and it has been very hard not to masturbate. 
The worst temptation was in the shower this morning.  But I worried
that it might spoil my appetite for you, and what you have is much
better than my hand."  And she put a hand on what she wanted.  
     Dave held her soft warm body to his for some minutes, running
his hands over Enid's back and holding her waist.  Their hips were
pressed together, with a slow vertical motion of mutual promise.  
     When they went into her bedroom, she dropped the bathrobe,
then she turned to undress him.  Enid kissed him as ardently and
more comprehensively than Dave had kissed her last night.  
     When she removed his last clothing, Enid took his shaft in her
hand and said: "This has done so much for me, I want to kiss it. 
Unless it would shock you...?" 
     "No," Dave said, "I'm a little surprised, but not shocked.  Go
ahead."  And Enid knelt and kissed the head of his erection and ran
her tongue around it.  
     Dave pulled her back to her feet, because variations were not
what he wanted from her.  And what Enid wanted was very orthodox,
he felt sure.  Also straight and hard, and in her hand.  When he
started to take out a condom, she told him not to.  She had gone
out that morning and bought spermicidal foam.  
     Dave lay naked beside her and ran his hands beneath the
nightgown and over her skin, touching and caressing and fondling. 
When he fondled her naked thighs and what was between them, Enid
reached for the tube of foam.  
     But before they used it, Dave returned the compliment she had
paid him and he ran his tongue over her labia.  Enid had a mild
relapse into last night's nervousness, but she soon relaxed, at
least until he began to excite her again.  This was another new
thing for Enid, at least in practice, but again she liked what they
did.  
     "I've always thought that this was sort of decadent, but I
have to say it's much better than I expected.  It just didn't sound
like much."  
     "Do you want me to stick my tongue inside you?"  He was very
willing.  
     "No!  I want something else in there now!"      
     He injected the foam, and he slid in after it.  It may have
been an illusion that Enid was more sensitive as far in as he could
go, but Dave tried to pursue the illusion.  He found that if he
pounded hard against her hips, she gave a little half-gasp
half-squeal.  Everything about making love to Enid was exciting,
but that sound was a little more so.  
     He went slowly each time until he was most of the way in, then
he gave a twist to his hips to drive in the last inch.  It made
Enid very passionate.  Dave loved the feel of her hands pulling him
in.  
     Either Enid improved with practice, or just knowing that this
time it was his real skin was rubbing against her from within and
that he would not have to withdraw at the best time of all made her
more uninhibited.  Perhaps, also, this was just her womanhood
awakening. 
     While Enid was still deliciously tight, the foam or her own
secretions gave Dave more lubrication than the night before, and at
the end he could repeatedly go from almost-total withdrawal to
deepest penetration in less than a second, with her hips bucking
beneath him and crashing to meet him.  
     She climaxed quickly, and then again more slowly, and as she
built to a third and higher one, her hands reached for him and she
gasped out, "Now!  Now! Oh, now, if you can!  It would be perfect!"
And he did.   
     When he spurted into her, Enid had another orgasm, because she
could feel the semen spreading out within her for the first time. 
And she exclaimed at the quantity of what he gave her.
     They later found many chances to make love, but seldom
in as comfortable surroundings, and never three times in
twenty-four hours.  Or not for a while.  
 

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