She didn’t want to be one of them. She wasn’t one of them. She was a good girl. That’s what her mother always said. “You’re a good girl,...Elaine.” Meaning, ‘I never caught you masturbating and I’m pretty sure you still have your virginity.’ She was right too. Until Elaine had arrived at college, she’d rarely masturbated, and certainly never to orgasm. The two dates she’d endured in high school had been unmitigated disasters. Her mother had chaperoned the first one, even going so far. She did agree to help me out though, like we've done in the passed, she was going to give me a quick bj outside when I was leaving. We get back to her house, and I went ahead and said bye to her mom as I was leaving (it was 8pm). Standing just outside her garage, with it quite dark out, she got done and began going. It was feeling great, but I prefer the tang. I asked her if I could just do it real quick since I was beyond horny. She agreed. She wanted me to make it a quickie though, she wasn't. Well I couldn't exactly go out there with this huge woody. Her panties smelled so wonderful, I wanted to rub them on my cock but I had a lot of pre-cum coming out and didn't want to make a mess on them. I was feeling so hot and horny I wanted to blow my load. I took the panties and flipped them inside out and looked at the cum on them. It was starting to turn me on thinking about her having this glob of cum in her pussy. I kept imagining them fucking and her talking nasty to me. I kept. Gus was skilled at this routine, she had practiced a lot with the coach tutors at the Academy: in bed, on lounges, sprawled on the pool deck. But this was her first time jammed into a car’s backseat. The confined space gave her an extra challenge, yet her experience told her what to do. Once, at a TWA-arranged elite fund raising event, she had been the center of attention on the dance floor, her unfettered boobs bounding to the disco beat beneath her shimmery nightclub dress. Her pledge.