I walked into the history classroom the day after my life-changing date with the girl I’ll call Kitty. She was already sitting at her desk, watching me walk through the door. She was wearing my class ring on a fine gold chain around her neck. The sight had attracted the attention of a few of the girls in class as well as my own.

Kitty smiled at me as I took my seat beside hers. Two of the other girls had walked over to speak with her and get a closer look at her trophy.

She slipped a folded note to me while talking to her girlfriends.

As the note passed from her hand to mine, warmth and electricity pulsed into my fingers. Her eyes said to mine, “Did you feel that?” She laughed a quiet laugh and continued talking with her friends as they went ‘ooh and ahh.’

The history teacher walked in just then, and there was no time to converse before the lecture began. I palmed the note and slipped it into my pocket for later reading. I silently hoped it was an invitation to come to her house that evening.

When the bell rang, I walked her to her next class. Mine was downstairs in the next wing. I would be a little late getting to class. We did not talk much. We both looked at each other with half-embarrassed smiles. New territory for us both. As I saw her to her class door, I began to move in to kiss her. She smiled and gave her head a gentle shake. After all, this was a high school in South Texas in 1970. We were seventeen-year-olds surrounded by our schoolmates.

As I walked to my class, I pulled the note from my pocket and read, “My body still tingles from last night. Are you as happy as I am?” Somehow, I did not remember how I made it to my desk in class. I was in a happy, horny fog.

The next two classes were slow agony. Then, it was the lunch period.

I went to the lunchroom and did not see Kitty at first. She walked up behind me and dropped a note into the dry portion of my tray. She walked out the door to the breezeway. I ripped the note open and hurriedly read, “Can we go sit in your car a few minutes?” I quickly deposited my tray and headed for the nearest door.

She was already standing at my car when I got there. She had that cute impish grin on her face.

We got in the car. Neither of us said a word, but we began kissing feverishly. Her tongue teased my lips, and she slid her hand up my leg, which did not stop until it was massaging my growing bulge.

My hand found its way up her skirt. She was naked beneath her dress. She giggled and opened the hand that wasn’t feeling me up. She proudly displayed her crumpled up white panties before stuffing them into my shirt pocket.

I now had a finger in her very wet pussy and quickly added a second finger, which made her moan into my mouth. Kitty unbuckled my belt and freed my cock, which she had nicknamed Carson.

She was panting as I vigorously finger fucked her. Kitty was jerking me off, and I was dangerously close to exploding.

In less than a moment, she stopped and straddled my hips, burying Carson deep inside her hot little snatch. She wisely started bouncing very slowly up and down as she broadly smiled and said, “I’m fucking my boyfriend in the student parking lot!”

She looked down at me with the devil in her eyes and began to work her hips in a lovely, seductive way. Her vagina gripped my penis like a vise, and then she began to undulate on me in a circular fashion. I could feel her wetness seeping down my cock and onto my pelvic area. It was the hottest thing I had ever experienced.

I was gasping for air, and her breathing was ragged as well. Her smiling expression turned into a look of desperate need. I pulled her closer and began sucking on her neck and kissing her. I grasped her breasts up under her blouse and bra and pinched her nipples without mercy. She started to squeal into my mouth as we fucked with even greater intensity.

She collapsed her arms and head around my neck as we smacked our pelvises together, in perfect synchronization. I do not know how long we went on like that, but it seemed to last a long, long time. I felt my cock begin to spasm as my orgasm rapidly approached the point of no return. Her pussy grasped and released my cock several times, and I knew she was getting close to orgasm as well.

It was hot and slick where our bodies were joined. We fucked harder and harder, now desperate for release. She squealed again as her orgasm approached.

“I’m gonna cum, “I moaned. “Me too,” Kitty said. Her hands gripped my shoulders, and her hips whipped and bucked against my body. It took a moment for her to stop quivering above me. She slumped against me, kissing my neck.

We smiled and then talked mostly about last night. She looked at her watch and said, “We gotta go. Class in ten minutes and I need to clean up.”

I buttoned and zipped and rebuckled my belt. She slipped her panties back on.

We walked back, marveling that no one seemed to be in the parking lot but us.

Restroom stop, and then, on to our separate classes. The rest of my day was a happy, buzzed fog.

We had our last class of the day together, and she passed me another note. It read, “Come by the house at 8. I’ll find a way to sneak out.”

Now, why could it not have been this way for real?