My American Virgin part 2

We walked for an hour. It was beautiful; the moon reflected off the ocean and the empty sand created a romantic setting. We talked the whole time. I told Paula that I wished I had met her years ago; that she was everything I wished for in a girlfriend.

Paula shyly asked, “Have you ever had a real girlfriend?”

“No,” I answered.

“Well don’t feel bad,” she replied, I’ve never had a real boyfriend.”

Paula grabbed my hand and I turned to look at her. “Joe,” she tried to say casually although the serious look on her face said otherwise, “Do you need time to visit the other people you are going to visit out here?”

She was staring at me, waiting for my answer. “Paula, there aren’t any people out here—I only came to California to see you.”

Her face softened and a subtle look of understanding and relief was reflected in her face. She whispered, “Hold me.”

Her arms went around my neck and her face leaned against my chest. My hands circled her back and gently pulled her body against me.

We stood that way for several minutes. The hug was not sensual like the highly erotic one we had on the dance floor, but I knew it was much more meaningful. At this moment we both knew our relationship had just changed to a much higher and personal level.

We finally pulled away from each other although I kept my hands around her waist. She smiled at me in a way that said many words not spoken; I kissed her lightly on the lips, and then we started walking again in comfortable silence.

Five minutes later I stopped and looked at her. She smiled and I kissed her. We clung together for long minutes, and then started walking again.

Paula finally said, “I have an eight o’clock and ten o’clock class tomorrow, so I won’t be able to pick you up until about twelve.”

“That’s fine.”

She continued, “We’ve been invited to a party tomorrow afternoon. Pam is graduating from Windy Hills and she’s older than me, but she has been a very good friend. She invited us to a house party in the mountains if you want to go?”

“That sounds great.”

“I have to warn you,” Paula continued, “Pam has been really good to me and she is a great person, but her crowd is a little wild. I’m not sure what kind of party this is.”

We had reached the hotel and as I turned to Paula I said, “We’ll have to go with the crowd and if it’s too much for us, we’ll back off.”

I kissed her good night in front of my motel room door and our tongues played with each other for long minutes. Finally the kisses ended and she got into her car to go home. I stood not moving and watched her car turn and disappear into the night. I wished she had stayed.

The next day I waited outside the door as Paula arrived. She smiled at me and said, “Get in. We’re going to Pam’s house and she’ll drive us to the party.”

I looked at Paula. The first two days she wore a blouse and a skirt, but today she was wearing a conservative halter-top and shorts. I could see about eight inches of her flat stomach and her broad, tanned shoulders were naked. Her legs were slim and tan.

She looked at me expectantly; I leaned over and kissed her.

I said, “I really like your outfit.”

She blushed at the compliment, but said nothing.

Ten minutes later we parked at the curb and went up to Pam’s house. I rang the doorbell. A pretty blond girl opened the door, looked at me and said, “So you are Paula’s secret lover.”

“Pam!” said Paula, “don’t be a shit.”

Completely unembarrassed, Pam said, “Well you are passionately in love with him, aren’t you?”

Paula blushed violently and said nothing.