Rebecca was pacing like a caged tigress now. Without Shelly there, she suddenly doubted anything would happen for her that night. Stacy was the most prudish of the three of them, and it was her who usually talked them into leaving whenever her and Shelly had gotten close to going a little further with guys than Stace was comfortable with. Stacy was usually the wet blanket. What would become of this night with just her and Stacy to entertain the boys? It was sure to be a yawner that ended prematurely.

“Not if I can help it, though. I'm gonna get me some tonight, and if Stacy doesn't like it she can go fuck herself.”

The more Rebecca thought about it, the more she was convinced that she actually did want to go all the way that night. Shelly had excellent taste in guys for one thing, and if she said a guy was hot, he was usually stunning. If she said a guy was soooooo hot, he was usually enough to stop your heart. That was very promising. Rebecca had gotten herself so worked up over the course of the evening that she began to feel she would go ahead and do one of these guys no matter what. Stacy would have to physically drag her away if she didn't approve. She would have a fight on her hands though.

Her privates began to warm and wet themselves even more as she imagined how cute these boys might be—especially this Daniel guy. Shelly had promised he was absolutely perfect for her, and she got butterflies in her tummy just thinking about him. She slumped into a chair and took several very deep breaths trying to calm herself. Her deep breaths sounded sexy to her though and this only made it worse. They sounded like the deep breaths of a woman coming down from a hot fuck. She moaned softly in frustration, and that sounded sexual as well. She was going nuts. She couldn't remember ever being this hot her whole life.

“Shit, fuck, damn!” she whispered. “Man, I need to get laid!”

Her hungry little pet down below tingled in agreement. She squeezed her inner muscles tightly, as though that would calm it down, chastise it somehow, but all it did was churn out more wetness into the crotch of her panties, more heat, more tingles, more need. Ugh! She was getting soaked down there, and the boys hadn't even arrived yet.

She tugged up her little skirt and looked down at her hot little mound. She opened her legs and wiggled her skirt, giving the imaginary boys in the room a not-so-subtle flash. Then she lifted the elastic waistband of her panties. Her privates looked dark and compelling in the shade of her underwear. She stretched her panties further down and shed some light on it. It was such a pretty little thing.

Puberty had brought stunning changes to her body, her mind, and her emotions, but mostly it had made her a hell of a lot sexier. She was now fully capable of fucking. If a naked young man got between her legs, her body would receive him, slippery wet, tight, and so hot she could feel the heat an inch away, warming her hand as it hovered over her neatly trimmed pussy. This sweet little thing would feel so good to a guy, she thought, welcoming his hot throbbing dick into her slick wet virginal squeeze. At least that’s what their sex-ed teacher had tried to explain.

“The penetration and friction of the penis inside the vagina is a pleasurable sensation for both the man and the woman, though there’s some pain for her the first few times she does it.”

“What does it feel like?”

“I heard you bleed like crazy when you first do it.”

“Not always. Some girls don’t bleed at all. It’s different for everyone. As for how it feels, it’s hard to explain. It can feel anywhere from nice, to ticklish, to exciting, sometimes painful. Sometimes it aches, sometimes it burns, sometimes it stings. It depends a lot on the size of the guy and what he does with his penis, how he moves and what not.”

The girls listened, fascinated, curious, scared. Some were grossed-out. Some were giggling. Some seemed to be staring off into space, bored. Rebecca just sat there thinking about her mother. Her mother screamed like a maniac when she had guys over. She made it seem like she was in agony, and it sometimes frightened Rebecca, but at the same time she would scream for the guy to keep going, to never stop, saying how fuckin’ amazing it felt.

Rebecca wondered now, how amazing Daniel would feel to her little pussy. How big was he? Did he know how to make a girl feel good? How would it feel inside her, stretching her, stroking in and out of her? Her mind was confused and anxious, but for some strange reason, she felt herself becoming fully aroused down there as she thought about this. Her ass squirmed on the seat beneath her. Her legs opened and close reflexively and her chest rose and fell with each breath she took. Her nipples poked up out of her shirt, even through her bra. They tingled too. It seemed to be all over her, that weird sexy feeling.

Her panties were soaked right through now, completely sopping with her arousal. She reached down to feel the wet mess she had made of herself. Her finger slid so easily between the puffy little lips, she couldn't imagine a cock having much trouble.

“The wetness down there assists your lover in sliding inside you,” her sex-ed teacher had said. “It allows him access to get all the way in, no matter how small you are. When your womanhood is fully functional, and you’re fully ready, you’ll find yourself getting very wet. The wetter you get, the less it’ll hurt going in. Sometimes you’ll find yourself getting wet for no reason at all, just from thinking about boys, or looking at them. It’s perfectly normal. Hormones go through you with a mind of their own at times. Just enjoy it. It usually feels really nice, though it might be embarrassing at times.”

Rebecca’s pussy had indeed wet itself as her teacher had predicted. Apparently, the little thing was ignorant of the fact that she was a virgin, and was preparing itself for some hot nasty sex. Her body knew exactly what it wanted, and it knew exactly what to do by pure sexy instinct. It was just her mind that hesitated now.

“Oh Daniel,” she whispered lewdly to herself, trying to bury the last of her reservations under a landslide of arousal. “Fuck me, Danny. I want it so bad.”

Her eyes closed and she imagined his hands sliding all over her body, working their way down to her panty-covered crotch. She caressed herself lovingly, as she imagined Daniel would. Her touch felt good; her body trembled. She stroked herself again, feeling the tingly little pleasures that oozed through her as her “boy's hand” caressed her. Finally, her imaginary lover pressed his hand onto her sexual apex and she simply let him. In real life, this was always where she had stopped her boyfriends, but in her fantasy, she had no reservations at all. She was all woman, and ready for it. As she stroked her fingers firmly through the groove in the sloppy wet cotton, she willed herself to allow her super-confident fantasy persona to become reality. Sure she was nervous and afraid—a scared little girl inside, teetering on the brink of womanhood—but it would feel so fuckin' good once she finally got into it. At least she assumed it would. If her fingers felt this good, imagine what a real boy could do to her. She inhaled sharply and ground her vulva up against her hand.

“Oh, fuck me, Daniel. It's alright! I won't say no. I'll never say no again...”

Suddenly she could no longer restrain herself. She slipped her hand into her panties fully and began slowly massaging herself. She was hot and wet and though she felt a little sleazy touching herself directly like that, she didn't want to stop. There was something building up inside her, something achy and throbbing that needed release, some great rush of energy that she could sense more than feel, and it made her feel totally woman. Her pussy felt… hungry sort of, like she needed something inside her. It squeezed and churned. She wanted to offer it her fingers, stirring them around inside her, just in the opening where it was still safe, but she felt the hot sting of her cherry at the slightest touch. She pulled back, avoiding it for now. She would save that for Daniel, she thought with a sexy smirk. Thinking about Daniel fucking her got her hot all over again though, and she sped up the motion of her fingers over her carnal apex.

She probed herself with a knuckle, imagining it was a dick, probing gently at her entrance, feeling the pleasures of her body. She felt a hot sting and winced, pulling back again. Her pussy crushed tightly closed in response and the squeeze made her feel wonderful somehow—all gooey wet and tingly inside. She squeezed again, and felt the tingles again. What a wonderful little plaything she had down there. Everything she did seemed to make it throb and churn and tingle. She was losing herself in the pleasure, and she moaned aloud sexually for the first time. It suddenly felt even better, but her fingers were somehow still not enough. She yearned to have the weight of a hard and sexy man against her, on top of her, thrusting deep inside her with strong and solid strokes. She would receive him, spreading wide and willing, wet and ready for his penetration, tingling and throbbing, churning and oozing out more welcome to his cock. She would wrap her legs covetously around him, drawing him into her very center, kissing him lovingly as he forced himself in and out of her eager young body. He would pump himself in and out of her, feeling her squeezing him inside, crushing and grinding as he stroked deeply in and out, in and out, until he could stand no more.

“What does coming feel like, Miss Hatcher?” a girl had asked in the sex ed class.

“An orgasm happens when all the pleasures you’re feeling build up and build up into a beautifully urgent sensation that feels like it’s gonna kill you if it doesn’t release. The stimulation and tickles get more and more intense until finally something triggers them to let go all at once and you get this very nice feeling exploding inside you all of the sudden. It’s very hard to explain. There’s suddenly more wetness, more spasms inside you, some women feel tingles all over their body, some women actually pass out from it. An orgasm doesn’t always happen though. Don’t feel like something’s wrong with you if you don’t feel it. It’s different for every woman, and it depends a lot on the guy, and what he’s doing to make you feel good. It helps to have a very relaxed mind, free from worries and anxiety, and just let yourself get lost in the sensations, lost in the moment. Having an active fantasy life helps. Some people believe that a woman who masturbates regularly has an easier time climaxing when she’s with a man. As I said though, every woman is different.”

Rebecca raised her hand right then and was called upon for her question.

“Is it true that it feels good when the guy goes really hard and fast? That seems like it would hurt.”

“The best thing to do is to try different things with your partner, find out what feels good for you. The trouble with going hard and fast is that the man usually doesn’t last as long, and when he finishes it may not have been enough for you.”

“Guys come too?” someone asked. Giggles bubbled up from the group of girls.

“Of course they do. It’s what gets a woman pregnant. His sperm comes out of him, inside you, and fertilizes your eggs, unless of course you’re using birth control, which is a very wise idea until you’re prepared for motherhood.”

Then Miss Hatcher described in great detail what a climaxing man looks and feels like. It made everyone a little warmer, even the ones who’d previously seemed bored—the tightness of his muscles, the thrusting, the moaning she described, and how sometimes he pulls out and squirts his stuff across the woman’s tummy, or other body parts. Then she described the white sticky liquid that comes streaming out of him, and sprays everywhere, “sometimes making a really big mess if you’re not ready for it”. It was an image that had stuck with Rebecca ever since, and it was what caused her first ever orgasm, right there on the couch, imagining the great rush of goo coming out of Daniel and spraying all up her body, the look of ecstasy in his eyes, the sight of his body shaking, the spraying climax splashing down onto her...

She came right then with a stifled little mewl of ecstasy. She had gotten herself off suddenly, just by letting her mind go, free to flow to whatever fantasies it chose as she twiddled at herself with her deft little fingers. Her pelvis shuddered up and down beyond her control as the orgasm took over her young nubile body. The orgasmic tension gripped her, and released her, over and over again in waves of shockingly sweet pleasure that seemed to flash by with exploding intensity. She called out to her Dream Daniel in a series of short, sharp gasps. Her tiny little vagina poured out a fresh wash of juices, releasing a flood from behind the broken dam of her energetic sexuality. Her inner muscles clenched and fluttered with a grip that would have felt wonderful to Daniel's happily strangled cock if it were really in there. He was not though, and she marvelled at the notion that anything could possibly be more wonderful than what she felt right then. She was astonished at how beautiful it felt, and she could barely keep herself from screaming. Suddenly she understood her mother a lot better. If this was what she felt when she made those noises, it’s a wonder she didn’t blow out the fuckin’ windows. It was beyond incredible!

“Ah... Ah... Ah...” was all that came out of her, and she almost died, hearing the overwhelming sexiness she exuded. Her voice sounded high and ecstatic, and it tingled in her ears like a sweet melodious song.

Finally it was over and she lay there panting from the exertion of it. Her body flinched spasmodically in the aftershocks of the experience, and she felt all gooey and shaky, like she was drunk. Her lissom limbs writhed sensuously, revelling in the experience of simply being alive—active and aware of the pleasure that was possible in this body.

She exhaled, long and slow, and then giggled. She loved herself completely right then and it felt so damn good she could not help but laugh. She was strong, sexy, and confident. She was ready.

“Wow…”

She continued stroking and tickling herself, dallying in the sweet tickles that remained in her privates, squirming and tingling around inside her flesh. She felt wonderful, yes, but the more she toyed with herself after, the more she realized that fingers were not enough. She still wanted more. She wanted dick. She wanted hard thrusting and stroking. She wanted to move all around like a maniac beneath him and feel everything. It was making her crazy!

“Come hell or high water I'm gonna fuck someone before the sun comes up.”

But where the hell were they all? They should have been there by now! Rebecca glanced at the clock. It was now five minutes to nine.

Suddenly the phone rang. She snatched it up and answered it before the first ring was finished.

“G'ello,” Rebecca panted, suddenly realizing she had answered too soon. She was still churning and trembling in the warm glowing embers of her very first orgasm. It would be hard to conceal. It felt so good that she didn't really want to conceal it, though. She continued playing with herself as she talked.

“Becca, it's me Stace!” the girl yelled from a static-laden payphone connection. “I'm at the mall here with Daniel, Lex, and Sammy. They wanna know if they can come over.”

“What do you mean? Why wouldn't they? Isn't that what we planned?”

“Uh, well it turns out that my mom needs me to baby sit my little sister tonight. I can't get out of it.”

“Fuck off! No way!”

“I know. I'm so sorry. I can tell them just to forget it if you want. We can all get together some other time. I don't want them to be pissed off though. They're so hot, Becca! You wouldn't believe it. If we all cancel on them, they might think we're just a bunch of little prissy bitches. I don't want them to think that. Can they at least go over and hang with you?”

Rebecca thought quickly about it. It was a very tough decision. One young man she could handle, but they might get the wrong idea about her inviting them all over, when she was all by herself. They might think she was open to having sex with all of them if things got steamy enough with her and one guy. She definitely didn't want to go that far. On the other hand, if she didn't invite them all over she wouldn't have any of them. That she couldn't deal with either. Her fingers were still swirling in the slippery wet velvet of her deliciously tingling vulva as she thought these things over. Eventually her body answered for her, suppressing her natural urge to reject the situation that would set her up as the sole entertainment for three amorous young men.

“I guess they can stop in for a little while, but can you sneak out later at all?”

“I doubt it.”

“Shit!”

“Sorry, Becca. I really wanna come.”

Becca smirked for a moment at the double meaning behind this phrase.

“Oh, shut up, Becca,” Stacy laughed after a moment's silence. She had read her friend's dirty little mind. “You know what I mean.”

“They won't think I'm some kinda ho or something, will they? What have you told them about me? I don't want them to get any ideas or anything, like I'm gonna do them all or something. They don't think I'm some kind of a slut, do they?”

She laughed nervously but her heart was beating fast. She said this as she casually massaged her tender little teenaged pussy. Her panties were soaked completely now, and the wetness was flowing through to the backside of her skirt. She would have to change.

“I'm sure they don't think that. I told them you were cool, and very popular around school, like super hot-looking I mean, not in a slutty way. They're just looking for somewhere to hang out and drink their beer.”

Becca was reassured. She decided to go for it, risky or not.

“Well I could definitely use a beer right now. That's for sure. Tell them to come over, but make sure you let them know I'm not some kind of easy lay or anything.”

“How exactly do you want me to word that?” Stacy asked. She sounded patronizing now, making fun of Rebecca's insecurity.

“Yeah, I guess you're right. There's no easy way to tell a bunch of horny guys some hot-looking girl is not a slut. It just seems weird though, that's all, me being the only girl and all. You understand.”

“I know. You'll be fine. They're cool.”

“Good.”

“Well I gotta go. My mom's gonna be here soon. Have fun, Becca.”

“I will. But not too much fun.”

“Shelly will be so jealous when she hears you had these guys all to yourself.”

“Are they really that hot?”

“Well let me put it this way. You know how I'm usually kind of uptight around guys?”

“Yeah?”

“Well I think these guys could probably change my mind. You gotta see it for yourself.”

“Fuck me!”

“They probably will,” Stacy answered. Her tone somehow didn't sound entirely joking, however. Rebecca swallowed nervously.

“Well, maybe one of them will at least,” Stacy added in apology. She read Becca's silence as her having taken offence to the implication that she was some kind of slut. She had no idea she was aggressively masturbating while she talked on the phone.

Rebecca chuckled back at her. “Send them over then.”

“Okay. I will.”

“Bye, Stace. Thanks...”

“Uh, Becca? Do you have any thingies over there?”

“Thingies?”

“I mean, uh, condoms. You know, like, just in case.”

Rebecca blushed hotly again. She couldn't believe she was hearing this from Stacy. These guys must really be sooooo hot, more so than she'd imagined if even the ever-prudish Stacy was assuming Rebecca would fuck one of them before she even met them.

“I think my mom must have a few boxes upstairs. You know her.”

“Yeah. Just be careful, okay?”

“I promise.”

She hung up and the guys were on their way. Rebecca ran upstairs, mopped up her crotch with a towel, changed out of her underwear and skirt. She was now wearing some majorly tight-ass jeans and a skimpy little black thong to match her bra. She checked herself over in the mirror and headed downstairs again. A few minutes later there was a knock at the door and the bell rang. She heard the soft laughter of a couple of young men. She looked through the peep-hole and her breath caught in her throat. She could have sworn there was a boy-band at her door!

“Oh god!” she whispered in a panic. “Shit, shit, shit! I'm gonna fucking die right here and now!”

Her knees went weak. Suddenly she was a scared little girl all over again. She slumped down and sat on the floor against the door, and chewed desperately on her knuckle once again. Her heart was pounding so hard she could feel it in her temples. Her face felt hot with the struggle against fleeing up to her bedroom and hiding under the covers. She had thought she was ready for this, but now that the moment was here, she was no longer so sure.

Knock, knock, knock…

Ding-dong…

“Hello?”

“Is this the right house?”

“Yeah, man. Six-twenty-five.”

“Where is she?”

Knock, knock…

“Come on, Becca girl,” she told herself. “Don't back down now. You're just one step away from womanhood. Just get up and let them in. Whatever happens, happens. You'll hate yourself forever if you don't.”

This thought finally convinced her. She slowly got to her feet, straightened herself up, and took a deep breath. It was at that moment that the little girl in her died once and for all, and she reached out for the door knob with the trembling hand of an awakening young woman.

She swallowed hard, and willed her hand to stop shaking. It did. She grasped the doorknob and opened it.

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