“Yes David, that’s it.” She moaned and I sucked it in deeply making her moan even more. My finger returned and slowly entered her again while I held her open where I was licking with the other hand. Wendy’s juices were really flowing now as I went faster and faster with finger and tongue and Wendy started to quiver and shake. She moaned louder.
“Yes David, yes David, that’s it.” She moaned and finally her hole closed tight around my finger clenching and releasing as she tensed her arms and legs too, bucking up and down on the seat. She screamed her release out loud. I slowed my movements and eventually Wendy put her hand down to stop me. I looked up and smiled as she panted heavily.
“That was fantastic,” Wendy whispered, “I have never felt anything like it.”
I kissed my way up her stomach and as I reached her breasts I sucked her very erect nipples. My dick was hard again and it brushed between her legs. Wendy reached down and grabbed it.
“David?” She panted.
“Yes?”
“Take me, I want you to be my first.”
“But what about…” Confusion set in, I had so many conflicting thoughts, I was physically ready, I was worried about getting her pregnant, she was squeezing me and getting me worked up further, I was remembering all those sermons on restraint and sin.”
“David.”
“Yes?”
“Do it,” her voice was pleading, “please I want this now.”
The objections faded to the back of my mind and the decision was made. I was on my knees on the floor in front of her. Wendy’s legs were wrapped around me and my target was inches away. I lined it up and thrust forward. My movement stopped without me entering her. I tried again also without success. It did not seem to fit.
“Rub it up and down and get it wet.” Wendy advised and I rubbed the end up and down her slit. I pushed forward again but still her body shut me out.
“It won’t fit.” I said despairingly.
“It needs to be more wet,” Wendy said, “make it more wet.” The moisture she had produced had mostly dried so rubbing on her was nice but not too effective. Then I had the brainwave and dribbled into my hand, I rubbed the spit on the end of my dick and pushed again.
Slowly she opened and I entered her. I could feel her stretching around me as I slowly pressed forward. With my head only half way in she groaned.
“Are you all right? I asked, stopping my advance.
“It’s so big,” Wendy panted, “but I want to feel it in me, so keep going.”
I pulled back and pushed again and again and finally with a pop the head was in.
“Wow.” I said, it was so tight and hot and just made me want to push in further.
“Yes, David, keep going, I’ll be OK.” Wendy gasped so I pushed in more. I slowly worked my way in and then I found a barrier and she jumped.
“I think that’s as far as it goes.” I said disappointed.
“No David,” Wendy moaned, “that’s the bit that makes me a virgin. You need to push through and break it.”
“Won’t that hurt?” I asked, worried I could injure her.
“Yes it will, but not for long,” Wendy replied, “please do it David, do it now.”
I pulled back so just the head was in and pushed forward again. The barrier stretched and Wendy moaned with pain. Again I hesitated.
“Do it now.” She commanded and I drew back again and thrust forward harder, the barrier stretched and then broke.
Wendy yelped and I stopped again.
“Wendy?” I was concerned.
“Just wait a second and let me get used to it.” She moaned.
We waited a little while and then she said to go gently. I started thrusting in and out slowly and she winced on each stroke but kept telling me to continue. The thrusts became longer and longer until I was feeling my knackers hit her bottom on each stroke and I was pumping my full length in and out. Wendy stopped wincing and started to moan with pleasure. The feeling was incredible, the grip of her squeezing me tight, the heat, the moisture and I thrust harder and harder making the truck rock.
Our lips met again and I kissed Wendy deeply, holding her tight to me as I erupted for the second time that night burying my seed deep inside her. We collapsed panting.
I eventually looked at her and said, “That was fantastic, unbelievable, but are you all right?”
Wendy looked up with a shine in her eyes and a smile on her lips. “David, it was the best first time a girl could ask for.”
We cuddled together for a while as the outside world came back into focus.
The rain had passed, neither of us sure exactly when and we reluctantly dressed and I pulled the truck back out on the road and headed to the American base.
“Can I see you again Wendy?” I asked.
“I’d love to David,” she said quietly, “but we are due to go back to America in two days. We’ll see how what happened at the dance tonight affects us.”
I was shattered. “But I’ve only just found you.” I said desperately.
“I feel the same way David.” Wendy said sadly.
We drove in silence and all too soon we arrived.
“Wendy,” I said, “I have to thank you, you will always be my special number one girl.”
“I tell you what,” she answered, “I have to thank you too but to prove what this means to me if I can’t see you again before I leave I promise I will find you again wherever you are in exactly nineteen years.”
I got out and opened her door. Wendy got out and said a goodbye suitable for those soldiers watching. I didn’t even get a kiss.
“Does it have to be nineteen years?” I asked.
“Nineteen years,” Wendy said firmly, “that’s my age now and that, tonight has become my lucky number.” Then she turned and walked away.