First Time Sex in Their Old 'Special' Place

Betty would have loved for Archie to continued looking towards her face (and in her eyes! That would be Romantic!)

But as soon as he had her down onto the sofa, his eyes were moving, taking in her figure, staying longest on her still covered breasts, but quickly moving to the end of her skirt. "Panties!" he gulped.

"Yes. My panties," she smiled. She knew that girls weren't supposed to let them be seen by boys, but the pretty blonde didn't understand what the big deal was. She had bikini bottoms that had less material, and Archie and other boys had seen her in them. (Of course there was also the rule that girls weren't supposed to wear them in public away from beaches, pools or swimsuit stores.) "I'm wearing my pink panties today and--ooh!"

Archie was touching them! "I never felt any thing like them," he said.

"I like taffeta, too."

He didn't touch them for long. He pulled them down! Until they came to where her butt was butt was resting on his lap. He lifted and she lifted until they had the pink, taffeta panties around her thighs. (Then her butt fell--whew!--back onto his lap.)

The bunched-up panties were pulled along her long legs that had only a trace of stubble. Betty giggled with excitement. When the panties got to her feet, she was a little disappointed. She would have preferred to be wearing sexier shoes than her red sneakers. Oh, well, like the panties and the dress (and mustn't forget the matching bra! It was like she had anticipated somebody seeing them!), the sneakers and pink socks would be saved as memorabilia of the first time Archie actually loved her! Really, truly, physically!

The sneakers gained extra significance because Archie didn't bother popping them off as soon as he had tossed her panties away. He lingered on them and her ankles in the reverse of Prince Charming and Cinderella's big moment.

Only for him the moment was about something higher. "Gee! You don't have much hair on your pussy."

"I have a bikini wax." Then she smiled with hope. "You haven't seen one before?!' Wow! That would mean she was his first! (And only, please!)

"I have seen a few magazines with, you know, girls without, you know," he guiltily admitted. Then he said, thinking what would please her, "Your pussy is the first live pussy I've seen!"

"Please, don't call it that. It makes me think of Josie and the Pussy-cats. I love the band, but the name seems...pornographic."

"Okay, then. Can I call it your c--"

"COOCH! If you have to say something about it, say "Cooch"!"

"I love you, Betty!" he told her, feeling he now had permission to feel her cooch.

"Ohooh, Archie!" she moaned with delight. He was feeling her bikini-waxed pubes, somehow missing her clit and playing his fingers along her slit. She could feel her inner lips swell out from that cleft of her sex. But not much; being basically unused (she did masturbate once in a while), they were still in their proper place.

Betty let the knee furthest from Archie fall, opening herself to him. Struggling only a little, the athletic girl brought her hands down past her cooch to where she could reach his pants.

"Oh, yes!" he cried as he surprised her by standing up and dumping her butt onto the carpet beside the sofa. "Oh, sorry, Betty!! My dick was hurting inside my pants, but I was too busy with you."

"That's okay, Archie," Betty said, moving her knees underneath herself. "Let me!" And without being given permission, she unbuckled his belt and pulled his orange pants down his legs just far enough for her to lower his shorts.

His hard cock sprang out at her, practically hitting her in her pert nose. She crossed her eyes to see it in focus. "Uh, Ronnie has told me some of the things rich girls are supposed to do as ascribed to articles written about them." Veronica Lodge struggled to be fashionably promiscuous, failing for the most part. "Oral sex is one of them." Betty was curious about how Archie tasted.

No sooner had she touched his penis, but it ejaculated straight onto her face!