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Why, you might ask.

First, I was going to let him. Second, this is important. Just last week, I was in the girls’ room at school and overheard two girls talking. “I was out with William last week, and he got so excited, he actually tore my panties off. When I got home, I couldn’t believe it; they were ripped.”

“You must have been so pleased that he wanted your goodies so bad.”

Back to me. I didn’t want Junior to tear my panties. They were my best pair and really expensive.

Oh, and another thing. When girls where I come from talk among ourselves, we use the word ‘titties,’ and it would be bad form and unladylike like to use a word like pussy. What we had in our panties were our ‘goodies.’

And we weren’t supposed to let boys have access to those goodies until our wedding night.

The night that I took off my panties and stuffed them in my purse, I let Junior Jenkins have access to my goodies.

Remember when I said giving a hand job seemed to be natural. I guess it’s the same for boys. Junior stuck in his finger inside my goodies. It didn’t feel all that good. Maybe it was something that I had to get used to.

It’s not like I could ask anyone. I mean Roberta Lee was my best friend and sometimes we double dated. I was certain that Bobby Joe Bonner was familiar with her goodies, but I couldn’t ask her how it felt, could I?

Anyhow, back to that natural thing. Two months after I first let Junior finger my goodies, I was laying on the backseat of his car, my skirt was up to my waist, my panties were in my purse and he was on top of me with his pants below his knees.

We’d almost done it last week, but when Junior tried to put the safe on, it broke. There was no way I was going to let him without one. That’s another thing, in our part of Mississippi it wasn’t called a condom or a rubber. It was safe, and boys often carried them in their wallets just in case. I guess the one Junior had in his wallet had been there quite a while when we tried it that first time.

To be honest, I was so disappointed. It wasn’t that I loved Junior or anything. It was the mid-60’s and it was time. Time for me to become a woman.

TO BE CONTINUED

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