She doesn't stop him

Colleen moaned as he brushed his fingers softly through the thick hair of her bush, lightly stroking her outer lips. "But I thought you liked Brianna."

"Shhh. Just enjoy."

He'd forgotten how innocent 1971 was, in the days before the Internet and porn, when landing strips were for airplanes and grooming was for poodles and wondered if there was a business opportunity for shaving and waxing that he could exploit if his dating application failed... or if it was extremely successful. But that was a momentary distraction because Colleen's pussy called to him.

He inhaled deeply, breathing in the scent of healthy woman, of arousal, of innocence. Then he brushed her lips just a little harder, letting his finger slide a fraction of an inch between them.

Colleen moaned.

"If you like that..." his voice sounded hoarse, even to him, "...you'll like this even more."

He kissed her pussy lips, then moved up to her clit and licked.

She bucked like a mare but she wasn't resisting. Instead, she seemed intent on feeding her clit to his hungry mouth.

Rot wasn't a guy who'd turn down that invitation. He licked again, looking for and finding that rhythm where everything came together.

Colleen quivered beneath him and shuddered again when he slid a single finger between her lips and into her tight pussy. "Ohmygod, don't break me. I'm a virgin."

"As athletic as she was, he wouldn't be surprised if her hymen wasn't already broken. That said, he had no intention of adding to her stress level. He wanted her happy... and making him happy.