Part One
It was silly of me to even consider it, but I really wondered if she wouldn’t show up at my home this week.
In the three-plus years I had known Evelyn Fiella, she had seldom missed a Tuesday afternoon appointment with me. Usually, she was a few to several minutes early arriving at my house. Of course, I had a vested interested in her being punctual this particular Tuesday. The last thing she had said to me the previous week was, “Darrin, next Tuesday will be the day when we finally fuck. I promise.” I had never known this girl to renege on a promise, either. I certainly didn’t want her to set a precedent this time when I was so looking forward to our being intimate together.
I heard a knock on the side door to my home. It had to be Evelyn! I literally ran up the nine stairs from my recreation room to pull back the wooden inside door just as Evelyn opened the outside screen door. It was early April of 1967. Although Evelyn wore no jacket, the temperature was too chilly for my liking to keep the wooden door open more than a minute or so. Evelyn politely waved to her ride. I didn’t see whom had driven her this week, and I frankly didn’t care. Evelyn rushed inside, beating me down the staircase to the spacious rec room, so eager was she for us to begin our exciting sexual adventure.
I was about two seconds behind her. I directed Evelyn to the carpeted area on the left side of the room where the couch that converted to a pull-out bed was located. “There’s no point in us sitting there,” she accurately noted. “We’ll be converting the couch to a bed within a few minutes, right?”
“That’s right!” I replied enthusiastically. “If you follow through with what you told me at the end of last Tuesday, we’ll be spending most of today’s hour enjoying each other very intimately on that bed. Neither of us will have a stitch of clothing on. Is that still your plan for today, Evelyn?”
“Yes, it is!” she affirmed. “Did you doubt me?”
“No, but there’s always a first time when one person makes a promise to another and fails to follow up on it,” I commented.
“I’d never not keep a promise I made to you, Darrin,” Evelyn insisted in the sweetest voice imaginable. “You know that I love you and I have since that first day in this room when I saw you. Today we’re finally going to do something about that!”
I noticed Evelyn was preparing herself to leap into my arms. If we wanted to do any serious kissing standing up, this athletic feat was a necessity because I was considerably taller than she was. She jumped, and I comfortably caught her as I always did. We then began five minutes of smooching. We had done that often in the past; Evelyn had been kissing me almost from the very beginning. I loved the affectionate exchanges and, I must admit, I encouraged them. Our kissing had only advanced to something akin to the “lover level” of passion in the last month, however. This time there was clearly a different feel to it, though, as it was part of our sexual foreplay.
Part Two
Evelyn Fiella was a brown-haired beauty whose good looks improved every few months. At least it seemed that way. Her hair was arguably Evelyn’s best physical feature. It had a certain glimmer to it that was eye-catching. In the past year, she had begun to grow her locks longer. She had intended to cut her hair back to its regular length at some point. However, when I remarked that I liked it as she now had it, Evelyn quickly decided to keep it long. “Anything for you, Darrin,” she told me. “If my having long hair makes you happy, I won’t mess with it.” She certainly was an accommodating young lady.
For some peculiar reason, this beautiful, youthful female had taken quite a shine to me. I wasn’t exactly the type of guy whose picture is found on fashion magazine covers. Maybe, with a lot of work, I might make the cut for Popular Mechanics because I look so average. Anyway, I don’t exactly know why I had been the apple of Evelyn’s eye for so long, but I was no fool. I hadn’t encouraged any of Evelyn’s amorous behavior, but I definitely wasn’t going to do anything to curtail this sweetheart’s obvious affection toward me, either! Now it was about to pay off for lucky, old me in the best possible way: a roll in the hay with a beautiful ingenue who seemed to adore me without reservation.
There was a natural progression to our relationship, I suppose. We used to exchange tepid pecks on the cheek as Evelyn prepared to head home each Tuesday. About a year ago, Evelyn insisted we needed to kiss each other on the lips “to keep the romance in our lives strong”. Yes, she had really said that aloud to me!
The kissing and petting sessions on the couch were becoming longer and longer until they occupied Evelyn’s full 60-minute sessions she had scheduled. The groping became so unabashed last Tuesday that Evelyn made her bold declaration about spending our next hour together doing nothing but engaging in sex. I took her quite literally, so I prepared well in advance for our nookie frolic. I had bought a bottle of special lube from the town’s local adult novelty shop and a new pack of condoms. I had hated wearing contraceptives since puberty suddenly struck me more than two decades ago, but If Evelyn insisted that I wear a rubber to fuck her or I’d get no sex at all, the option I would choose was obvious. As soon as I lowered Evelyn to the floor, I retrieved those two items from a cupboard.
“Why had you hidden those things?” Evelyn asked me. “You live here alone. There’s nobody else here to care if you have them?”
“Well, you’re right about that, honey. I do live here alone and I shouldn’t care,” I honestly told her. “However, I’m so looking forward to our hour of fun on that bed that I didn’t want to risk the unlikely scenario of whoever gave you a ride here somehow accidentally getting a glance at them. In my life I’ve learned if something unlucky is possible, it often happens to me.”
“My brother Lucas was the family member who drove me here tonight, and he will return to pick me up at the usual time,” Evelyn said. “He doesn’t usually get out of the car. Of course, he’d be plenty angry with the two of us—mostly you—if he had any idea what we are about to do.”
I glanced at the antique wall clock that had belonged to my maternal grandparents. We had frittered away about eight minutes of valuable fucking time with this chitchat. “Hey, let’s get down to business,” I suggested. “We can talk about your brother at length any time. Why waste time on him tonight?”
Part Three
I quickly flung aside the cushions on the couch as the first step in converting it into a bed. It was not a huge bed, but given the size difference between me and lovely, young Evelyn, I’d say it was about perfect for tonight’s encounter. I had earlier brought my pillows from my bedroom bed to add to the small ones that came with the couch. To my total surprise, after I tossed my pair of soft, large pillows to the head of the bed, I turned around to see that Evelyn was standing three feet away from me wearing nothing but a smile. I was instantly aroused by the sight of her in the buff. What a delight! Evelyn was significantly more beautiful nude than clothed, but I suppose almost all female human beings are. The only downside to Evelyn’s sexy surprise was that it eliminated all the fun I had planned to have while undressing her! Oh, well! Life is filled with little disappointments.
Evelyn didn’t bother to wait for me to disrobe; she again launched herself into my arms for some serious kissing. Again, I easily caught her, pressed Evelyn’s naked chest against me. I was still wearing a button shirt. Her skin touching mine would have certainly been far more erotic! I did, however, obtain plenty of enjoyment from lovingly squeezing her butt cheeks and running the fingers of both my hands across a very important and sensitive female body part that I planned on entering quite soon.
I gently set Evelyn on the center of the bed while I took my clothes off in front of her. I already had a strong erection and I wanted Evelyn to get a good look at what she had wrought. I removed my socks before my briefs for a dramatic unveiling of my thick penis that was pointing stiffly at her. It wasn’t especially long—it measured exactly six inches while fully enlarged—but it was decidedly thicker than the average adult male’s equipment. I had been hearing that in changerooms at schools and gyms for 20 years, at least. It was always a boost to my ego to be informed by my peers that I possessed an outstanding male appendage in some aspect. I tossed off my shorts, pointed proudly at my dick, and said confidently to Evelyn. “This is what I’ll please you with tonight, honey. I’ll also please myself with it, too, I’m sure!” I flashed her a cheeky smile. My bedmate made no comment, but I did see Evelyn do something resembling a double-take, which I took as a huge compliment.
I crawled onto the bed beside Evelyn. Our natural inclination was to kiss. We did—and it was pleasant as always—until I said, “We’re a male and a female sharing a bed, and my penis is rock hard. Let’s move beyond simple kissing now, please. Put a pillow beneath your head, Evelyn, and lie back while I make love to you.” She readily did.
The first thing I fondled were the two goodies Evelyn possessed on her upper torso. They weren’t very protuberant, but that was hardly a reason to ignore them. Lying side by side “spoons style” behind Evelyn, I fondled and caressed them for at least two minutes, all the while rubbing my penis against her butt crack. That combination was delightful. I could envision myself doing this for the next 10 minutes before ejaculating all over Evelyn’s lower back. I just had to suck her nipples which had quickly become hard and prominent.
“Someone’s aroused! Nipples never lie!” I kidded Evelyn.
“I’m not the only one who’s aroused, ” she retorted. “Your penis feels like a big iron rod back there, Darrin.” It may have been unintentional, but that had to be the best compliment I had ever gotten from any female in my 32 years of life. I finished having my fun with Evelyn’s titties by taking my seemingly impressive dick and rubbing it across her treasures. “That’s exactly where I might come tonight, honey. I’m just getting my dick used to the surroundings.” Evelyn sat up for a few seconds to plant a cute kiss on its head.
I wasn’t a big believer in cunnilingus and never had been. This was 1967. According to many males’ unofficial rules of sexual engagement, it was less than manly to give a woman oral sex. (Of course, the opposite was completely okay—and often expected!) Be that as it may, I slid down the bed and stuck my face between Evelyn’s thighs—and began to lick and suck everything my tongue and lips could reach. The effect those actions had on my diminutive lover was nothing short of sensational. Evelyn squealed, moaned, shivered, shook, and spasmed until she experienced a major orgasm. She seemed surprised and more than a little bit perplexed that I had made it happen without using my thick manhood for any part of that sex act. I embraced her sweat-covered body as she settled down. I told her, “If you liked that, Evelyn, I’m certain you’ll love what comes next.”
Her bald, youthful pussy glistened with the moisture from her terrific orgasm when I quickly mounted her for the inevitable fuck. Evelyn stopped me. I feared she was going to demand that I wear a condom. Nope, it wasn’t that. Evelyn asked me if we ought to use the special bottle of lube that I had shown her to make my penetration of her easier—and likely less painful for her.
“Good thinking, sweetheart!” I said. “I’m sure you realize the last thing I want to do to you is hurt you in any possible way.” That was especially true regarding the basics of sexual intercourse.
For just a moment, my mind wandered to a nearly forgotten romance from my past. There was a reason for that: It was last time I had used a similar product—and it was when I was a student in middle school. Nearly 20 years earlier, I had skillfully sweet-talked a classmate’s pretty little sister into a brief but fun dalliance in a secluded area of a local park. Marjorie was an especially tiny girl who had a nice build for her size—which was the foremost reason I was attracted to her. The lube helped both of us virgins that day! That was back in the sultry summer of 1947. Now, in April 1967, I poured some of the lube into the palm of my right hand. I applied the cool, greasy substance to Evelyn’s vaginal area, enjoying the obvious sexual touching at the same time. I then smothered my throbbing penis with at least an equal amount of lube and moved in for some serious fucking. (Evelyn kindly helped me lubricate my shaft, which I liked very much.) I noticed we had about 35 minutes left on the clock.
“Spread your lovely legs as wide as you possibly can, Evelyn, honey,” I kindly advised her. “I’ll try to be very gentle with you. Remember, honey, I do love you.”
That was probably the first time I had said that to her with absolute sincerity, but I figured it was as good a time as any as I maneuvered my kneeling body between Evelyn’s beautiful and sexy legs. I used my greasy right hand to position the head of my greasy penis at the opening to Evelyn’s similarly greasy, bald pussy. I pushed it into its proper place only a fraction of an inch as Evelyn watched intently. She had a transfixed look in her eyes. So far, so good! The lube seemed to be helping our coitus, so I boldly pushed it one or two inches further inside her. Evelyn hadn’t whelped, screamed, cried or howled yet, so I assumed she could handle my dick’s unusual width. Only when I had about 4½ inches inside Evelyn did I notice any signs of discomfort or alarm on her pretty face.
“You’re doing just great!” I told her in a reassuring manner. “You’re taking my thick dick like a pro.” I immediately realized I had made a horrible choice in selecting words for that second sentence. “Aw, you know what I meant, right, Evelyn?” I asked her.
Even while being impaled by my manhood, Evelyn managed an adorable giggle. She said she took my remark as a compliment and knew that I was not likening her to a whore. She also added, “I guess you are doing great, too, Darrin. Now give me a good fucking with that thick weapon of yours! That why I’m here!”
I took that as a command to fuck her roughly, so I did, to a degree. I began thrusting gently at first, but I could tell by Evelyn’s delightful, girlish groans that she wanted more forceful screwing from me. Accordingly, I started ramming her faster and harder with increased gusto. I was surprised and impressed when I realized my entire penis was buried deep inside Evelyn’s wonderful pussy.
“Play with my nipples too, Darrin!” she commanded. I complied for a few seconds, but the fucking was noticeably better when my hands were holding Evelyn’s waist for better screwing leverage. Earlier I had remarked to my sweet bedmate that I might come on her tits when I climaxed. That wasn’t going to happen now that I had experienced the tightness of Evelyn’s best body part—nor did I want it to happen. “I’m going to come in your warm pussy any second, Evelyn!” I announced confidently. “Jeez, your vagina was perfectly designed to take my hard, thick dick!”
Seconds later, my penis erupted. A huge sperm gusher flowed from me and entered Evelyn’s most womanly part—and it kept coming. If it wasn’t the most voluminous cum shot I’d ever had in my 32 years on the planet, it had to fall somewhere in the top three. It was a terrific sensation that I had seldom felt in my lower regions. It was as if Evelyn’s vagina had a mind of its own and was busily sucking the semen from my penis. Had I not been under a severe time constraint, I would have left my dick inside Evelyn for another 30 minutes—just for the sheer fun and pleasure of it. Alas, her ride would be arriving in just 20 minutes, so we needed to get out of bed and get our clothes back on.
Part Four
Of course, we literally did not want to be caught by Lucas with our pants down. Therefore, out of sheer urgency, we both got dressed quickly, using the bathroom sink to clean ourselves up the best we could. Of course, Evelyn wanted to leave zero traces of what we had been doing, so she thoroughly washed herself from head to toe. Being the gentleman that I am, I happily toweled her off. We were so fast at the task that we were both tidied up and fully clothed with about 12 minutes to spare. I suggested I play some romantic music on my stereo so we could hug and kiss the extra time away. Evelyn thought that was a wonderful and fitting idea, too.
I found an album of dreamy songs by the Everly Brothers to enhance the mood. (Actually, “found” is not quite an accurate verb to use here. Earlier in the day, I had deliberately placed that particular record at the top of the heap. It was strategic: In case Evelyn was reluctant to keep her promise from the previous Tuesday to hop into bed with me, I thought the golden voices of Don and Phil might be able to convince her otherwise.) The very first song on the record was “Let It Be Me” which was not an accident, either. A very romantic tune, it had been a big hit for the famous duo a decade ago.
“Ooh, Darrin, those singers have very nice voices!” exclaimed Evelyn with admiration after hearing about 20 seconds of their music. “Who are they?”
“Those are the Everly Brothers, of course,” I replied. “They had plenty of big hits in the late 1950s and early 1960s. I’m a little bit surprised you aren’t familiar with them.”
Evelyn gave me a stern look and said, “Darrin, do I need to remind you of the large difference in our ages?”
“Oh, I guess I forgot about that for a moment,” I alibied. Then I felt compelled to add, “However, it didn’t slip my mind when I was fucking you, though. It made our romp naughty...and wonderful!”
Evelyn and I both heard her ride pull up to the house about a minute later. We had time enough for one last, quick kiss.
Before she departed for the day, I reminded Evelyn with a wide grin, “I’ll see you at the same time next Tuesday for more English tutoring.”