The Making of a Monster

Danny and I had known each other since elementary school. We had both gone to Our Lady of Angels where we had been in the same class. He went on to St. Peter’s High, an all boys school and I went to St Catherine’s High, an all girl’s school. Both our families were devout Irish Catholics and I guess you could say Danny and I were too. Danny invited me to the senior prom at his school and I invited him to my school’s prom. The first time we ever kissed was after my prom and after that , through the summer, we would date constantly and then, after a movie or something, we would go park in some deserted area and engage in heavy passionate kissing which neither of us considered a mortal sin. Because of our religious training any other type of sexual play was off limits. For instance, he pretended to himself that I didn’t have breasts and I that he didn’t have a penis, though I could see the outline of it under his pants every time he parked. I brushed it with my elbow a couple times and discovered how hard it was but that was the extent of sexual touching. So I could tell when he was aroused but he had no way of knowing how much I was .

Danny had gotten a scholarship to a college hundreds of miles away while I was going to go at a local college. The weekend before he was to leave for college we went out to our usual parking place. Danny had brought a picnic lunch and a blanket . He spread the blanket out and set the cooler on top of it. Then he stood up and brought me close to him. “This is the last time we will be together until Thanksgiving and I want you to know how much I am going to miss you.”
“Oh, Danny. I’m going to miss you too . Maybe more than I can bear.” Our bodies pressed together as we kissed. I could feel his erection pushing against me. We stood kissing again and again. Then I felt his hand up my back under my pullover . He unhooked my bra. “ Danny, what are you doing?”
“ I can’t leave without seeing your breasts,”he said. “I have wanted to for so long.”

He lifted my pullover over my head and my bra fell to the ground. . I was standing there naked from the waist up and was totally embarrassed. I could feel my face flush and I tried to cover my breasts with my arms . Danny laughed.” Don’t try to hide them . They’re gorgeous .” He pulled my hands away and grabbed a breast with each hand. He played with them like a kid with a new toy , squeezing, sucking , bouncing them up and down, putting his face between them. It felt like nothing I had ever felt before and my whole body was reacting, Then he pulled me to him, kissed me and I could feel his fingers unzipping my pants. “Danny, no, We can’t do this .” but before I could stop him he had pushed my pants down and I was standing there in nothing but my panties. “Danny, please, This is wrong,” I said but his hand was already inside my panties rubbing my vagina, my clitoris. I moaned, ”No, Danny, No “ but it felt too good for me to try to make him stop. Then I gasped, tightened , threw back my head and moaned.” For a few seconds I just shook all over. Innocent Danny was concerned ,not having learned about women’s orgasms at his Catholic school ,and wanted to know if I was all right but I assured him I was never better.
Then he sat me down on the blanket and stood in front of me. He unzipped his pants and let then fall . I just sat gazing as he lowered his underpants and then I gasped.