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A GIRL NAMED CHARLIE

The Story of a Boy's Sexual Education by Day Dreamer

Prologue

This is the story of a teenage boy's coming of age in the 1940's.
Compared with today's attitudes about sex, the 1940s were almost
Victorian: The birth control pill hadn't yet been invented, there
was no formal sex education in schools (and not much at home,
either), and girls and boys didn't dare discuss sexual subjects
with each other for fear of developing a "reputation." Sure, boys
talked about sex among themselves, and as I now know, girls did
the same thing. For the most part, though, those discussions
were exaggerated and based on misinformation. I had read "Only a
Boy" and "The Diary of a French Stenographer," and had gleaned a
little from them, but by and large my sexual knowledge was very,
very limited. I guess everyone from time to time longs to be
sixteen again and know what they know then, but I would settle
for just having known a little more than I did then.

The Story

There are few creatures on Earth more miserable than a sixteen-
year-old boy--especially one who is still a virgin. Hormones
rage through his blood stream like wildfire in a forest (ever
notice that horny and hormones start with the same letters?), wet
dreams (doctors called them "night emissions"--"night drench-
ings" is more like it) occur with alarming and embarrassing
frequency, and his tongue gets tied and his penis swells in the
presence of girls. Know this guy? Maybe you don't, but I sure
do. That was me, when I was sixteen.

Perhaps things would not have been so bad if I hadn't been an
only child. If I had had an older sister, I probably would have
known more about how girls think and operate. Even an older
brother might have been able to give me some insights about
girls. As it was, I considered girls to simply be mysterious and
lovely creatures who operated on a completely different plane of
existence than boys.

My primary mistake was that I put girls on the tallest pedestal
you could imagine. In my mind, girls were NICE; they weren't in
any way interested in sex like boys were. Yeah, I sometimes
heard about girls who "put out," but I attributed those stories
to guys making them up to appear masculine and worldly or to
actions of maybe a few slutty girls with bad reputations. (Not
that I knew any such girls. If I had, I might have had a
spontaneous orgasm just from knowing I was in the presence of an
available pussy.)

Despite this, I adored girls in general and liked being around
them, even though I couldn't carry on what I considered scintil-
lating conversation. Because of that, I dated frequently,
usually every weekend. These dates usually consisted of going to
a movie, then to a drive-in for malts, and then home. I held the
girl's hand in the movie and then sneakily put my arm around her
shoulder. If I were really fortunate, the girl would lean her
head on my shoulder. After she had dated me a few times and we
were sitting on the back row of the movie, she might allow me to
kiss her during dull parts of the movie or newsreel. Those
occasions were heaven--pure and absolute heaven.

The high point of the evening, though, was when I took the girl
home. Most girls would give me a least a little goodnight kiss,
and a few, knowing they could immediately turn away and run into
the house, would give a little bit of tongue. Any time I got
such a French kiss, I would quickly have to back away from the
girl so I wouldn't embarrass myself by poking her with my
instantaneously hard prick. When that happened, I would usually
stop on some deserted road on the way home and beat off. It sure
wouldn't do for me to walk in the house with a throbbing hard-on
and meet my parents face to face.

I suppose that if fate hadn't intervened I would have grown to
adulthood still maintaining my illusions about girls. Fate, in
the form of a girl named Charlie, did intervene, though, and my
ideas about girls got turned completely upside down.

Charlie was a new girl in town, having recently moved from a
small town on the coast and enrolling in our high school. Her
real name was Charlene, but she liked for everyone to call her
Charlie. She was tall, almost my height, beautiful, and
unbelievably stacked--about 36-24-36 by my eye measurements. She
had an excellent personality, friendly and outgoing. To top it
off, she was talented, with first-rate artist skills.

We met in a Sketch Club meeting. I was an old member and she had
just joined. At first I was friendly to her because she was a
new member and I wanted to make her feel welcome. I was highly
attracted to her, though, and my attentions soon became more than
just friendly. She must have felt a similar spark because by the
end of the first club meeting she had accepted my request for a
date.

When I arrived at her house to pick her up, she immediately
scooted over next to me, sitting so close that our thighs
touched. I could feel the warmth of her leg as it pressed
against mine, and even though she didn't seem to be wearing any
perfume, she had a faint, natural scent that was in itself highly
appealing.

At her request, we went to a drive-in movie for our date. The
movie was pretty dull, so we talked a little during the boring
parts. She told me about her interests and of just moving to
town and not having any friends. I told her about my interests
and how much I wanted to fill in her friendship void. She gazed
at me with her hazel eyes shining and said, "Timmy, you're really
a sweet boy." With that, she brought her face to mine and
brushed her lips across my mouth. She then leaned back against
the seat and laid her head on my shoulder, pressing her whole
side against mine.

I may have been naive, but I wasn't completely dumb, so I put my
arm around her shoulder and held her even tighter than we had
been before. With my arm that way, my hand draped down the front
of her shoulder to the very top of her breast where the begin-
nings of its gentle slope just showed above the low-cut sundress
she was wearing. With just the lightest of touches, I traced
little circles on the exposed flesh with my fingertips. Gradu-
ally, I increased the pressure so that there wasn't any way she
could fail to notice. All through the process, my hand was
almost shaking from nervousness and excitement--this was the
closest it had ever come to a girl's breast.

After a few minutes of this action, Charlie lifted her hand to
cover mine. Well, it was nice while it lasted, I thought to
myself, expecting her to move my hand back up to her shoulder.
Instead, she pulled it down even further to where it covered her
whole breast and then pressed it against the upthrust mound. My
hand automatically cupped the firm, rounded globe and squeezed it
gently.

"Ummnn, that's so much nicer," Charlie said, smiling. She had
her face turned toward me now and, looking into my eyes, she
reached out her tongue and licked her lips. I didn't know
anything about body language then; all I knew was that I had an
overwhelming urge to kiss those wet, glistening lips and see if I
could get a taste of that delicious-looking tongue.

I lowered my mouth to Charlie's and kissed her. She put her hand
behind my neck and drew my face even closer to hers. At first,
the kiss lingered on just the lips, but then I tentatively thrust
the tip of my tongue out and brushed it across the soft skin of
her lower lip. Her hand squeezed the back of my neck and her
tongue came out of hiding and touched mine, playing games with
it. It was like electricity flowed through my whole body--I was
tingling all over from our deep French kiss.

I had now forgotten all about the movie. Going to the drive-in
was now just a way to get enough seclusion for sexual
exploration. And explore was what I wanted to do. I wanted to
explore as much as Charlie would let me, to learn as much about
girls as Charlie was willing for me to learn.

Our kiss continued for an eternity, and yet for only a moment. I
wanted it to never end, and I wanted immediately to go beyond it.
We were now face to face and I was squeezing and kneading her
breast as our tongues swirled and delved into each other's
mouths. Charlie finally pulled back and broke the kiss. "Wait a
second, this is in the way," she said. She put her hands to her
back and unsnapped the clasp of her bra and then pulled it off
completely. She then took the shoulders of her dress and pulled
them down to her waist, baring those magnificent breasts to my
eyes. "There, now, that's better," Charlie said, leaning back
against the seat.

Better? It's unbelievable! I thought to myself as my eyes
hungrily devoured the vision of Charlie leaning back with the
high twin mounds of her breasts completely exposed. She reached
out to my hands and pulled them up to the creamy while hills,
placed them on top and pressing them into the soft billows of her
flesh. Her hands then went to the back of my neck and she pulled
my mouth down to hers, her mouth already open and waiting for a
continuation of our tongue loving.

My hands moved across the soft flesh of Charlie's breasts, gently
caressing her nipples and surrounding area. I could hardly
believe how firm yet still soft her breasts were. Each one
completely filled a hand, each one a handful of hot, pliant girl
flesh. Charlie's nipples were hard and standing out like little
nubbins as I moved them softly between my fingertips. She arched
her back up to my caresses and whispered, "Ooooo, that's sooo
nice."

I was practically drooling by now, wanting to get my mouth to
those luscious globes. I broke the kiss and moved my mouth down
to her front, taking a nipple between my lips. "Yes, suck on
them, suck hard," Charlie muttered, pushing her chest hard
against my mouth. I obeyed fully, pulling as much of a breast
into my mouth as possible and sucking on and slavering the area
with my tongue. Charlie was beginning to breath fast now, as
fast as I was. "Ooohhh, yes. That's they way," Charlie
whispered.

Lust filled every atom of my body. This was the stuff of wet
dreams, and it was happening to me in real life. I trembled from
the strength of my arousal, the flesh in my thighs shivering as I
ministered to Charlie's lovely girl flesh. I worked my mouth
back and forth, alternating attention from one mound to the
other. I worked like a starving person, seeking to devour as
much as possible before the meal were taken away.

My hands which been idle reached out and also caressed her body.
At first I just held her waist, but then I moved lower, dropping
a hand to Charlie's knee. She quickly responded to this action,
spreading her thighs apart and giving me more room to explore her
lower body. My hand crept slowly up the inside of Charlie's
thigh, going higher and higher, into the tight constriction of
the area near the juncture of thighs and body. I was practically
panting at this point. At last, I'm finally going to get to feel
a girl's pussy! I thought, my hand shaking in anticipation of
this longed-for action.

Charlie raised one knee and brought it up on the car seat, and
all the area between her legs was now accessible to my roving
hand. I took advantage of the obvious invitation and moved my
fingers all the way to the top of Charlie's thigh, up to where
I could feel the silken-covered gap that separated her legs. I
was surprised at how damp she was. Not only was the crotch of
Charlie's panties wet, but the skin next to them was wet and
slippery. I moved my fingers through the wetness, savoring the
hot slipperiness of Charlie's love juices.

I moved my fingers over Charlie's sex, feeling the soft bulge of
her pubic mound. Probing the area, the furrow that ran down the
middle of the separation was easily detectable. I knew that just
under that covering lay Charlie's pussy. She was making it
available to me, and I ached and shook with desire to get under
the edge of those silken panties and touch and explore Charlie's
little hot pit of sex.

Very carefully, I insinuated a finger under the elastic edging of
the silk fabric. The flesh it encountered was hot and wet. The
finger moved deeper and found Charlie's nether lips, the swollen,
slick lips of her pussy. Suddenly, Charlie leaned back away from
me, taking those delicious breasts away from my sucking mouth,
and moved her back against the car door. At the same time, she
moved one leg up on the car seat, leaving the other on the floor.
"Take them off," Charlie whispered.

"Take what off?" I asked, confused by what she meant.

"My panties. Help me take them off, they're in the way."
Charlie pulled up the hem of her dress, so that the dress was now
completely bunched up at her waist. Even in the dim light of the
movie, I could see she had on white panties, with little rosebuds
sewn in around the edges. For the first time in my life I was
seeing a pair of girl's panties while they were on the girl, not
just a picture in the Sears catalogue. I sometimes in despera-
tion resorted to looking at the Sears catalogue, but this was a
quantum leap in advance of that. This was the REAL THING! This
was a REAL girl about to take her panties off and show me the
whole of her girl sex.

Charlie put her hands to the top of her panties and started
pushing them down. I put my hands right next to hers and pulled.
Between us, we had the silken unmentionable down to her hips in a
flash. She put her leg back down and lifted her bottom up so
that I could finish removing them. As I took them from off her
feet she put them in her purse. "To make sure I don't lose
them," Charlie said, with a soft laugh.

Charlie then leaned back against me, putting her head on my
shoulder. She raised her right leg upon the seat, leaving her
pussy spread wide and gaping. Taking one of my arms, she placed
my hand on her stomach, just above the shadowy mass of hair
nestled between her legs. Even though there wasn't much light in
the movie parking lot, there was still enough for me to enjoy the
sight of Charlie, almost completely nude, her breasts rising and
falling in tempo with her breath, her pussy spread wide,
inviting.

Charlie turned her face to mine, opening her mouth for a kiss. I
moved my lips to hers and we exchanged tongues, moving them in
and out of each other's mouths. At the same time my lips were
exploring her upper lips, my hand moved down and exploring her
lower lips. I pushed a finger into Charlie's furrow, finding it
hot and slick. I knew enough to know that girls didn't shoot out
sperm like boys did, but what I found was just as hot and slick
as any jism that had flowed from my prick.

Near the top of Charlie's gaping pussy lips was a little bump of
flesh. I wasn't sure what it was, so I rubbed it very gently.
She hunched herself up against my hand as I caressed the little
nubbin. Every time I moved my finger over the little swelling,
Charlie shot her tongue into my mouth and swirled it around an
extra amount. I had never heard the word "clitoris" or even knew
girls had such a sensitive spot, but I knew from her reaction
that she liked for the little bump to have attention. To even
more emphasize this new knowledge, Charlie broke our kiss long
enough to mutter, "OOOOhhh, yes. That's the spot. Right there."

I was almost beside myself with excitement. Until then, the only
completely naked girls I had seen were in some nudist magazines
one of my friends had filched from his dad. Now, though, not
only was I seeing a naked girl, I had her in my arms. Not only
was I seeing a real live girl's sex for the first time, I had my
fingers in her honeypot as well. My penis may have been hard
before, but now it throbbed and jerked with each of my heart
beats.

I knew that down below that little nubbin that seemed to be such
a pleasure center for Charlie there was hole that led into her
body--a hole that was the pleasure pit of her pussy. I longed to
have at least my finger inside a girl's pussy so I moved my
fingers down, seeking the entrance to Charlie's feminine cavern.
My finger found a recess that dipped down and I began to plumb
its depths. Yes, it was in fact an opening, and my finger slowly
probed into it, going a slow inch by inch into Charlie's hot
warmth until it was buried to the knuckle. I slowly extracted
the finger, reversing its inward trip and pulling it out. In and
out, in and out, I continued to work my finger. As I did so, I
put my thumb on top of her sensitive little nubbin and rubbed it
in slow little circles. Charlie was humping her hips up against
my hand, meeting each of my finger plunges with a reciprocating
movement. Charlie was muttering into mouth with each motion,
gasping little "Uhhh, uhhh, uhhh's" each time I hit bottom and
rubbed against her button.

Charlie's tongue was going wild in my mouth, and she was start-
ing to move her hips in a rotary motion, working the sheath of
her pussy around and around my finger. My other hand continued
to caress her breasts, moving back and forth between them, giving
each equal attention. Suddenly, her stopped all motion, her legs
stiffening, her hips hunched up against my hand. "Oh God, Timmy,
I'm there! I'm there!" she muttered through clenched teeth.

I could feel the tunnel of Charlie's hot pussy clamp down on my
finger, gripping it like a hot fist. She shuddered and gasped,
her breath coming in just little pants. She wrapped both arms
around me and held me tight, he head on my shoulder, her body
quivering and jerking.

She stayed like this for several moments, before gradually
relaxing. She let loose of her tight grip and moved away from
me. My finger which had been buried deep inside her now was
withdrawn, just playing little soft games with her pussy. I
could hardly believe how wet her pussy was. She had poured out
juices all over my hand and the car seat had a damp spot right
under her spread pussy lips. "That was my first come in weeks,"
Charlie said. "That was soooo gooood. I really needed that."

Charlie dropped her hand down to the inside of my thigh and ran
it up and down from my knee to crotch. When she reached the
bulge of my throbbing cock, she softly caressed and said, "Poor
Baby...so hard. It's time to take care of you now."

Charlie unbuckled my belt and undid the top button of my
trousers. "Undo your pants and slide them down out of the way.
I have the feeling we're fixing to have us a big mess here real
soon," Charlie said. I followed her directions and pushed my
pants down to my knees. "Your underwear, too," she said.

As soon as I worked my shorts down over my throbbing penis, it
sprang up, quivering and erect. Charlie moved over against me
and put her hand on it. She traced her fingertips up and down
the shaft, saying, "Yes, really, really hard."

Charlie's hand on my dick brought me unbelievable pleasure. This
was the first time that a hand other than my own had touched one
of my hard-ons. Maybe it was just mental, but Charlie's touch
felt entirely different from my own. Just knowing that it was a
girl's hand raised my excitement to levels that no amount of
self-love could produce.

The whole head of my penis was now wet and glistened in the dim
light from the movie screen. The excitement of seeing Charlie's
bare body, of touching her breasts and her pussy, and especially
of causing her to shake and convulse in orgasm, had caused it to
ooze love juice all out into my shorts. Having her hand on it
now made it continue to ooze, flooding the head and dribbling
down the shaft. "Oooo, you're nice and wet. I like that,"
Charlie said as she ran a thumb over the head of my prick,
gathering up lubrication and spreading it all down the shaft.
"Let's get it even wetter," she said. She spit into the palm of
her hand and put that palm down on the crown of my dick and then
spread the combined saliva and love juice all over my throbbing
shaft, up and down, all the way down to the swatch of hair at its
base.

Charlie then cupped her hand around the shaft and began a slow
up-and-down movement, gently squeezing and unsqueezing her hand.
With each squeeze, more love juice leaked out and provided even
greater lubrication. It was sheer rapture, and I couldn't keep
from moving my hips up and down. "Ooooohhhh, babieeeee!" I
muttered.

"Like that?" Charlie asked.

"Oh, yes! Don't stop, keep it up!" I half grunted.

"A kiss will make it even better," Charlie said, moving her mouth
to mine. Her tongue probed into my mouth, and she moved it in
and out in time to the motion of her hand. I was near to coming,
and my hips started jerking upward in more violent motions.
Charlie slowed her movements down and only continued the little
squeezes she had been using. I backed down from the peak and my
up-and-down hip motions abated. She then started the stroking of
my penis again, and I spiraled back up the orgasm heights. Once
again she slowed down. I was about to die from the pleasure of
it all, the peaking, the backing off, and the repeaking. My
balls felt like they were swelled to balloon size from all the
waiting, and I felt as if a gallon of come was accumulating ready
to fire off like a Roman candle on the Fourth of July.

Soon I was completely beyond any means of deferring the
explosion. My hips were bouncing up and down on the seat and I
was gasping for breath and continuously moaning in pleasure.
Charlie put her other hand under my balls and stroked them gently
in time with the action of her stroking of pounding penis. "Oh,
God, Charlie! Here it comes!" I almost shouted, shoving my hips
completely off the seat. She took the hand that had been
stroking my balls and put its palm on top of my penis and gently
swirled it around the slick wetness of the head. The hand cupped
over it and now both her hands were stroking my rigid dick, one
below and one on top. Its full length was grasped and squeezed
by her hands and the pleasure was simply too much to endure. At
long last, I came.

Not just a come--I came like I had never before experienced. A
jet of white sperm flew up and hit the headliner of the car.
Another hit the steering wheel. Two globs landed on Charlie's
white breasts, and her hands were drenched in a flowing torrent
of sperm. It had felt like a gallon was accumulating, and from
the flow all over the place, the estimate wasn't far off.

Charlie kept right on stroking, her hands now even more lubri-
cated than before, and my dick stayed rigid. It still felt good
even though I had just the strongest orgasm of my entire life. I
put my lips back to Charlie's and kissed her long and hard.
Breaking away, I said, "God, Charlie, I've never come like that
before in my entire life. God, that was good."

Charlie smiled and said, "I aim to please." Taking a hand and
smearing the blobs of come that had fallen on her breasts, she
added, "You aim pretty good yourself."

She leaned up against me and took my hand and put in down to her
pussy. "Doing you got me all hot and bothered again. Want to do
me again?" Of course, I did her again. And she came even harder
the second time than the first. And while I was doing her, she
was doing me. I shot my second load just seconds after she came.
The mess wasn't as big this time as the first, but it still felt
just as good.

After getting off two times, we just sat there enjoying the
afterglow of our orgasms, gently playing with each other, not
really serious about getting off. Suddenly, the credits started
scrolling across the movie screen and we knew the lights would
soon be coming on. Laughing like maniacs, we scrambled to get
our clothes up and arranged so we would be presentable when the
parking lot lights came on. We barely made it in time.

Just before we got to Charlie's house, she reached into her purse
and pulled out her panties. "Almost forgot these," she said
laughing and putting them on. She gave a good view of her pussy
as she pulled the panties on, and believe it or not, I got hard
all over again. Charlie reached out and patted the bulge and
said, "I'm glad we have a date Tuesday. Keep that for me until
then."

* * *

Find out what happened on Tuesday night
in Part 2 which will follow