As a senior, I was dating now and then. I had day-to-day expenses. During the winter, it was a little harder to earn money. On the other hand, I was older, bigger, and I did have clients. Cutting firewood, shoveling snow, fixing a fence were all potential cold weather income. Lawns were a steadier business, but there was always something I could find year round if I hustled.
Funny thing when I dated; I'd look at my girlfriend, then think about Liz's body half the time. Of course in an era and locale when a boy was lucky to get a kiss on the third or forth date, you weren't expecting to learn much about life's sweetest mystery on a high school date. Hell, if you went steady for months and months, you might get a chance to touch a breast through a sweater. If you hoped to see between a local girl's legs, you'd have to marry the girl more likely than not.
Twenty bucks that I could part with took a while to pull together. But I did it. Many dreams about what a real girl would look like teased me between the first dime and the final dollar earned to fulfill my fantasy.
Not wanting to jinx myself, when at long last I reached my goal, I traded my box full of coins and dollars in for a nice crisp picture of President Jackson. Thinking "Here's looking at you kid." for the hundredth time that week, I drew spectacles on poor Andy's face.
Barely able to contain myself, I was eventually able to a deliver the $20 into Liz's soft hands after dinner that night. I couldn't read her expression when I handed it over. Was she smiling? Was it a wry smile, was there irony, amusement, subtle triumph. Her thoughts at that moment were as much mystery to me as the treasure between her legs. When she finally looked into my eyes, her voice was soft, but her expression remained inscrutable. "Friday night?" was all she asked.
I nodded a yes.
It was only Tuesday night, but I'd learned my lesson. When I managed to see my first pussy, I didn't want to worry about not being able to sleep all night.
Ask a kid on December 22nd how far it is until Christmas. Triple that is what I felt as I waited impatiently for the clock to finally put me out of my misery.
Whether for good or ill, time finally passes. Friday night arrived with all the speed of an arthritic tortoise, but the turtle at last crossed the finish line. Our folks left for a PTA benefit supper about 7PM. As soon as they departed, my feet made tracks for Liz's room. Her door was open; she was reading on her bed.
"Is now good for you?" I asked trying not to sound as hyped up as I actually felt.
When she nodded a yes, I softly asked, "Would like for me to wear my pajamas, just like that other time a ways back?"
We both knew what I was asking. Still, I couldn't read her almost neutral expression when her eyes met mine. For a time, I thought she wasn't going to answer.
"If you feel like it, I don't mind."
Leave it to a female to speak, yet say absolutely nothing!
Retreating to my room, I changed into my PJ's, then sat on the edge of my bed as before. Suspecting that Liz was at least a bit curious about how I looked, I'd only done the snap at the waistband. Already I felt tingling in my groin just from thinking about the impending two magical minutes.
When I heard Liz approach my doorway, my penis began to swell. By the time she stood 3' away, facing me, my half-awake shaft was creeping into the light. I had the impression she was staring at my penis, but my eyes were glued at her leg's juncture, afraid I might miss even a second of seeing what I tried so long to envision.
Taking a deep breath, Liz unsnapped her pajama trousers, then let them fall. Sweet Jesus, there she was, there IT was. A lush covering of nearly black fur adorned her groin. She stood with her feet a bit more than 2' apart, so I could see between her legs. Her pelt was thick, the hairs were fairly straight, but it pressed tightly against her. Details of her pussy were hard to see, but I could discern a shape like a 3 turned 90° to the right at the lowest part of her pussy.
As we studied each other, I began to observe a hint of a slit, a touch of pink underneath her covering. Feeling movement between my legs, I suspected my soldier was saluting her breath-taking beauty, but I refused to waste a single second by looking away from Liz. My heart hammered at my rib cage, my lungs seemed determined to demonstrate just how much air they could inhale at one time. Yet I wasn't alone, even with my eyes riveted to Liz's most feminine attribute, I could see her belly rise and fall from her breathing.
Distracted as I was, I knew Liz was giving me well more than the agreed two minutes. When her hands began to move, my instant reaction was nonetheless to think, "Oh God, not already." Maintaining my unblinking attention was greatly rewarded. Instead of bending from the waist to reach her bottoms, Liz squatted, lowering her entire body.