My Life Behind Paul’s Back Chapter 1

I went to the construction site, my boyfriend Paul and I had agreed to meet earlier to talk to me about something. “What did you want to talk to me about Paul?” I asked sitting beside him.

“I know we promised no sex before getting married, but I can’t hold out, any longer. Can’t we have sex, once, before we get married. Please Barbie, I promise it won’t change the way I feel about you. I love you, so much.” Paul pleaded.

“We only have, three months, until our wedding your dad has planned.” I said, curious about sex. The least I could do was, pretend that I wasn’t interested, wanting to be a virgin, bride. I wasn’t positive Paul was testing me to find out I’d be a loyal wife.

“Please Barbie, I Love you and want to show my love.” Paul pleaded.

I let him plead at least a half hour, before giving in. I was eighteen and Paul twenty one. We’d have to work out where and when we’d meet. Neither of us had much time or money. The last thing Paul wanted was borrowing from his dad. Our money was tied up in our new house in Detroit, where we’d move after our honeymoon. Our wedding and honeymoon was taken care of by Paul’s dad. We’d agreed on the Friday before graduation, for our sexual rondeview.

Friday arrive at long last. Dad was waiting to eat supper when I got home from school. Alex and Bill a couple of mom’s, muscular, tall, black volunteers in their early twenties had supper ready to be served. Dad and I talked about our day and he’d asked what my plans were, for the evening.

I told him, Paul and I were going to a church social across town. I asked him if he’d seen my brothers. He told me one of the volunteers had put my youngest brothers to bed earlier and some other of my older brothers had gone to basketball practice. Dad finished dinner before me and went to the den. I asked Alex and Bill to sit down before they cleaned the kitchen. They sat down across from me.

“What are your plans or does mom have more chores for you two?” I asked.

“No chores Miss Barbie, me, Bill and the other dozen, day, volunteers, are heading downstairs. I’ve been anxious all day, and positive, the others are as well, in need of our packed full, Bull Balls relieved, *OOPS! * I mean we need her help, releasing, our pent up, anxieties.” Alex answered.

“What do you mean, packed full, Bull Balls, relieved Alex?” I asked.

“Nothing, it’s just something I heard. I don’t know what it means, Miss. Barbie.” Alex answered. “Right Bill.”

“That’s right Alex. We’ve got to hurry and clean the kitchen, ready to go downstairs with the other guys. Are you finished eating, Miss. Barbie?” Bill asked.

“Yes.” I answered heading up stairs to change for the evening.

Paul arrived shorty after I came downstairs and we headed to the park, parking his car in the near by parking lot. He tossed the blanket on the ground. I didn’t know what to do and didn’t think Paul did either. We ended up moving next to each other kissing. He moved his muscular arms around me embracing me, undoing the back of my dress, pulling the zipper down. I pulled my arms through the dress, the top falling to my nude waist. He unhooked my bra pulling it off. My large breasts fell free. Paul looked impressed with my breasts, starting to massage them. Neither of us spoke. He leaned down, licking one nipple, then the other one. I reached up unbuttoning his shirt. Paul took his shirt off and I massaged his muscular, hairless chest. He unzipped my dress pulling it up and over my head, tossing it beside us. We only had my panties and Paul’s pants and undershorts, left on.

I unbuttoned and pulled the zipper down, tugged his pants down along with his boxers. I’d no idea what to expect, never seeming a man, wearing less than his, bathing suit. Paul, tugged my panties down at the same time. I looked at his penis and balls the same time he looked down at my hairy pussy. I’d no idea if he had ever been with another woman before.

I had only washed my pussy, nothing more. I thought it was a sin to touch ones private parts, so had never experienced an orgasm. My pussy felt damp, Paul’s finger entering my puffy pussy lips. I was eager to push forward to feel his fingers pushing into me.

“Do you like my, big five inch, thick penis?” Paul asked.

“Yes.” I expected his penis to be bigger around than a magic marker and longer than five inches, but what did I know. “Are you pushing it in my pussy?” I asked.

“Yes, that’s what it’s all about.” Paul said raising his voice. “I’m not going to be cumming in you. I don’t want you pregnant before we’re married.”

“Okay.” I answered, not knowing what else to say.

Paul laid beside me, beginning to kiss me. He licked my neck, each of my breasts, nipples, continuing to lick, reaching my stomach. I started feeling excited when he was licking my pussy lips and then pushing his tongue inside my pussy lips and nibbling on my hard clit. I felt myself shaking all over. I couldn’t control my body as I felt myself squirting in Paul’s mouth.

He moved his mouth from my pussy and licked up my body, kissing my lips, pressing our lips together. I looked down at the same time he looked up with a look of displeasure in his face. He moved up my body, whispering but sounding more like an order. “Spread your legs.

I spread my legs feeling his, hard penis pushing in my hot pussy causing a sharp pain. When he pulled out I looked down, seeing a stream of blood dripping out of my pussy and screamed. “I’m bleeding.”

“You’re fine, Nothing to worry about. You are now a woman.” Paul said as if my pussy, bleeding was an everyday thing. “Keep your legs spread.”

“Okay.” Believing he knew what was happening.

Paul pushed his penis whole penis into my pussy. This time it was if something awakened deep inside of me. I felt hot and feverish when he pulled his penis out and rammed it in and out of my wet pussy, again and again. I felt something deep inside ready to burst, but the pain stopped when he pulled his penis out, moving his hand up and down his penis.

“I’m cumming.” Paul yelled as a stream of white stuff emerged from his penis head, over my stomach. What ever happened must have been what he wanted, because he rolled off me.

“Is that it?” I asked looking at him, a big smile on his face, while he had left me wanting more.

“Yes, what did you expect?” He replied, putting his undershorts and pants on, reaching for his shirt.

I lay on the blanket nude, stunned waiting for this day and it was all over for Paul. My pussy felt like it was the verge of bursting. Paul’s penis had stimulated something, deep inside me. I dug my fingers in my pussy, rubbing my clit with my other hand, lost in lust. I felt my back lift off the ground and hot liquid shot from my hot pussy. I looked at Paul, my vision blurred.

“Get dressed I got to get home. I promised dad I would be home early. Hurry up Barbie.” Paul said looking at me, a frown on his face.

I couldn’t concentrate, my head was spinning. What ever I had experienced with my fingers in my pussy I needed again. I felt tears running down my face looking down my nude body, my pussy soaking wet. What was wrong with me? My pussy still felt like it would burst again, while Paul was content and ready to leave.

“Fine stay, I’m going, I’ll call you, tomorrow. I want to go to bed early, I have a busy day tomorrow.” Paul said sounding angry.

I couldn’t comprehend why Paul, was leaving me, only, concerned about tomorrow and going to bed early. That’s when my stubbornness, kicked in yelling. “Go ahead Paul. Go then. I’ll see you tomorrow. Maybe? Maybe not.”

“I’m sorry Barbie. I Love you Barbie, but I have to get home. You can’t stay here by yourself get dressed I’ll take you home.” Paul said, sounding sincere.

“Okay then.” I answered finding my clothes, getting dressed as quickly as possible. Paul put the blanket in the car, helped and then we were heading to my house. We kissed at the door before, I went inside. The house was quiet, walking in the empty living room, sitting down a sense of feeling lost, my body remained feeling hot especially my pussy. I felt like stripping and fingering my pussy.

I hadn’t been home long before dad came in the living room. “How was the church social, Barbie?” He asked sitting in his favorite arm chair. “Your brothers, Daniel, Evan and Leroy have gone upstairs to bed. Have you seen your mother?”

“It was okay but left me confused about a few things.” I answered, not totally lying. I was confused, but it had nothing to do with a church social that I hadn’t gone to. “I haven’t seen mom since lunch, she’s probably in the basement with a group of black hoodlums, helping them with controlling their anger and aggressive behaviors.

“I am proud the way your mother dedicates herself in releasing tension and anger helping the young, black, hoodlums. I’ve seen black young men, hoodlums, thugs full of anger, tensed up, full of lust walking past the den window, leaving hours later smiling, relieved of anger, tension and lust. I know I’d never achieve miraculous changes, like your mother can.” Dad said pride in his voice.

“You’re right about that dad. Bill, Alex and the other dozen volunteers told me they were heading downstairs today. They told me they had been feeling tense, full of lust the past week and glad mom could fit them in today. Oh yes, mom told me Tony was dropping by and bringing a bunch of guys who learned about mom helping release tension and lust. I don’t know about Tony but he sure must have a lot of tension and lust built up he is over two, sometimes three times a day. “I know how proud you are about mom’s ability to comfort and release the young men of their tension and lust.”

“That I am Barbie, she’s always full of energy.” Dad answered with a far away look in his eyes. “She’ll be down stairs most of the night with her thugs and hoodlums and heading to the college gym first thing in the morning. She told me she has to calm the out of town basketball players of their tension and lust before they play the black, college basketball team.”

“I’m curious about something dad.” I said.

“What is it dear?” Dad asked.

“I know what tension is but I’ve heard mom and the guys mention lust a lot.