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  Belladonna’s Erotic 18th Birthday

  An erotic story

  by

  La Marchesa

  Copyright © 2010 La Marchesa

  Introduction

  My name is Belladonna, but friends and lovers call me Bella. I try to be an ordinary woman, but I’m far from ordinary. I don’t mean that to sound smug or elitist. My unusualness is as much of a curse as a blessing—I am a sex addict!

  The product of a marriage between a Greek man and an Italian woman, I sometimes wonder if I was a daughter of Eros or Cupid. If they were to have a daughter, she would probably be much like me.

  People I know, claim that when they were very young, they thought what made a man a man and a woman a woman was the way they chose to wear their hair and their choice of clothes. How naïve. I knew better. Maybe I’m precocious, but from the time I suckled my mother’s breast, I knew. Father would seldom wear a shirt around the apartment and he didn’t have breasts. He barely had nipples.

  With my curiosity piqued, I spent my pre-adolescent childhood observing and asking questions. I was eight and a half when I told mom I wanted to be a boy. She said it wasn’t possible, but I persisted. “But mom, why can’t I be a boy?”

  “You can dress like a boy, but you can never be a boy.”

  “Why?”

  “Boys and girls are different.”

  I already knew this, but I pressed her. “How?”

  “Well, men and women are built different so they can make babies. I’ll show you.”

  I remember, she rose and went to the bookshelf and took down a volume of World Book, brought it back to the sofa and thumbed through it until she found what she looked for. “Men have things between their legs, called penises and women don’t.”

  “Why.”

  She patiently went on and explained intercourse and contraception. This windfall of information I hadn’t expected and it led to my age of experimentation. When I was nine, I had my first sexual experience while taking a bath. Mom hadn’t told me about climaxes and after drying off, I went straight to the World book volume she’d showed me and read everything. At my young age I didn’t understand all of it, but I understood enough to know I wanted to know more. It referred to the section on sexual intercourse and I devoured that. As I read it, I imagined what intercourse might feel like and felt tingly all over.

  I am one of those lucky women, who seem to draw men like a magnet. I say lucky because I never get tired of the attention. Being Italian and Greek, I matured early and, if I do say so, in all the right places. My period started when I turned eleven and I started going steady shortly thereafter. He was the first person beside myself to touch my breasts or down below and he was the first boy I touched. It wasn’t right away, because mom, sensing my nature, began harping on me about abstinence. “Promise me you’ll at least wait until your eighteen to have sex.”

  “I will Mom don’t worry.” And I did—the literal version of sex. Though I longed to be penetrated, I was able hold off that long because I could have my blessed orgasms through other means. Even though I still satisfied myself almost daily, I went through a series of boyfriends, eight I believe, who had their fingers in my pussy giving me the relief I craved while I returned the favor.” But since mom had set the arbitrary figure to lose my maidenhood at eighteen, I made it a point to do so, the day of my eighteenth birthday.

  From that point on, nothing held me back. Was I wanton? Not really, but when I wanted something, I let nothing, not traditional mores, or public opinion or marital status hold me back. I may not have wanted everything I did or what was done to me, but I enjoyed every minute of it. Oddly, starting with my eighteenth birthday, my most memorable sexual adventures seemed to coincide with my birthdays—especially major birthdays.

  Eighteen

  Chapter One

  April 14th 1978, Kokomo, Indiana

  Lying in bed, three nights before my eighteenth birthday, my then current boyfriend, Jimmie Tompkins, explained to me on the phone what he had planned for my eighteenth birthday. “I’ll pick you up at six and take you to the Red Top drive-in restaurant for burgers, fries and a malt and then we’ll head to the Starlight Drive-in Theater for a double feature.”

  I had the habit of masturbating when I talked on the phone with my boyfriends in private. I slid my hand down between my legs and gave my fingers a cream bath while tickling my little bud with my thumb.

  Previously, we’d discussed what I wanted to do on my eighteenth birthday in depth, so I asked, “Are we going to do it in the drive-in?”

  “Yeah baby, unless you want to get a motel room?”

  “No, the drive-in’s cool. I know Jenny does it with Brad there all the time. Are you going to borrow your dad’s car?”

  “Nuh-uh. I’m throwing a mattress, blanket and a cooler full of beer in the back of my F-100 and we’ll make love in front of everyone, under the stars.”

  Ummm, it sounded romantic…and so sexy, I got chills. “I can’t wait. How are you going to get beer, though?”

  “You know my friend, Rob. He works part time in his parent’s convenience store. I told him what we were doing and he said he’d get me a couple six packs. How’s that for a good friend?”

  Yeah, I knew Rob. When he mentioned Rob Evans, A vision of him appeared in my mind. “You didn’t tell him what we were going to do, did you?”

  “Yeah, I’m afraid I did. What’s the big deal? Everybody does it.”

  I suddenly felt mortified. I also got aroused and suddenly needed to finish what I’d started. “I gotta go, Jimmie. I’ll see you at six tomorrow.”

  “All right baby. I’m really looking forward to our date, if you know what I mean.”

  “Me too, bye!” The tickly little feeling you get as the first sign of an oncoming climax had started. I ran my now free left hand under my nightshirt up to my right nipple and added a second finger to the one that gouged my naughty, drooling hole. Within seconds, the familiar, seizure like ecstasy shattered through me for a dozen seconds. It was a short one and not particularly strong, but it would hold me ‘til tomorrow. I went to sleep with the thought, When I turn eighteen things will be different.

  My birthday fell on a Friday that year and I bristled with excitement all day at school. Everyone fawned and fussed over me, especially the boys. When all the classes were over, Jimmie, who usually drove me home, rushed up to me at my locker and said, “I’m sorry, Bella, I have to stay over.”

  I ran my knuckles across his freckled cheek, then patted it. “It’s all right.”

  I turned to my friend Jenny, who’s locker was next over. “Jen, can—”

  Before Jimmie started driving me home, Jenny walked most of the way home with me.

  “I heard. Of course I’ll walk with you.”

  “Good.” I rotated back to Jimmie. “No problem. I’ll see you at six.”

  He smiled. “Thanks, I’ll be there. And thanks to you too, Jen for walking my girl home.” He spun on his heels and headed off to whereever he had to be. As he retreated, he waved.

  Jen looked at me and raised her eyebrows. “Are you ready?”

  I nodded.

  “Let’s go.”

  “When we left the building and descended the stairs, she asked. “So you’re going to do it tonight?”

  I flashed a smug look. “Ah-huh. I’ve waited long enough.”

  Jenny had been doing it since fifteen so I quizzed her, “Got any advice for the novice?”

  “You’re on the pill right?”

  “Ah-huh.”

  “That’s about it. I should probably warn you though, it hurts the first ti
me. It could hurt for a little bit or it could hurt the whole time. It may not even feel good until the second time you do it. That’s the way it was with me.”

  I sniggered and shook my head. “As many times as I’ve had finger in me, my hymen is probably history.”

  “Not necessarily. Don’t be surprised if it hurts and you leave blood. Put a towel under you.”

  I frowned, but said, “All right, thanks.”

  “You’re welcome. How come your family isn’t celebrating your birthday? After all, turning eighteen is a big deal.”

  “Oh, they are. They have a dozen friends and family coming over Sunday afternoon. Look, here’s Stop and Shop. Let’s go in and say hi to Rob.”

  She paused and seemed to think about it. “You go ahead. I need to get home and we’re only a block from where we part, anyway.”

  I hugged my friend and walked into the store.

  Rob looked up and smiled. “Hi Bella. Happy Birthday. Big one-eight, right?” He winked.

  Rob, almost twenty, stood six-one, had long wavy light brown, almost blond hair and the most beautiful blue eyes I’d ever seen. He’d graduated the year before and I’d had a crush on him since I’d been a freshman. The problem was all through high school he went with Angela Capolia and she clung to him like a blind person would with a seeing eye dog. “Right you are. It’s good to see you. I miss seeing you at school.”

  He raised his hands to his side and flashed his winsome crooked smile. “Well here I am. You’re welcome to come by and see me anytime you want.”

  I had been friends with Angela, but when I made what she correctly perceived as a move on her boyfriend, our friendship ended and we barely spoke. However, that wasn’t the case with Rob. Even though he continued going with Angela, Rob and I became friends.

  I pretended I didn’t know how he knew. “Thanks for the birthday wish. How did you know?”

  “Jimmie told me.” Rob’s eyebrows waggled and his smile slid to the side of his face, taking on an impish look. He told me what you’re going to do tonight, too.”

  Heat surged through me. I obviously blushed.

  He chuckled and came around the counter so he could comfort me by wrapping an arm around me. “Sorry, I didn’t mean to embarrass you. I think it’s great, you managed to hold out this long. With all the boyfriends you’ve had, I was sure your cherry would have been long gone.”

  I flushed again, but enjoyed his arm around me. My pussy enjoyed it too, sending warm fuzzy signals of longing to my brain. “Really. I didn’t know you were interested.”

  “Oh, I was interested all right, but it was always so crowded around you. You were so popular, I gave up and started going with Angela.”

  Damn!

  A couple of the customers who’d been moseying around came up to the counter and more people came in. “I can see you’re getting busy. I’ll let you go.”

  I spun and headed for the entrance, when he yelled, “Bella, wait,” I angled toward him and waited, “If you have time tomorrow, stop by. I bought you a present.”

  Rob bought me a present? The corners of my lips, curled up into a smile. “I’ll do that.”

  Armed with the knowledge of what Jimmie and I were going to do, and with spring being unseasonable warm, I planned to wear as little as possible. After getting out of the shower, I stood in front of the mirror combing out and blow drying my dark brown, almost black, hair. I smiled as my medium sized breasts jiggled from combing my hair. It never ceased to amaze me how mature I looked for my age. Today was my eighteenth birthday, yet I easily could pass for twenty-one.

  I hope that doesn’t mean I’m always going to look older than my age. Remembering how young my forty year old mom looked gave me comfort. Feeling better I studied my face and body. My name, Belladonna, meaning beautiful woman, fit me to a tee. Framed by flowing locks of black hair, my large brown eyes peered out from my oval face. Add a pert nose, generous, soft lips, a long regal neck and a slender, curvaceous figure and I looked striking.

  After admiring myself in the mirror, I applied all of my make-up except for lipstick. Then I dressed in a solid red halter top, a mid thigh plaid red and white skirt, no panties and my tennis. I was ready for action. The idea that I was about to have a boy’s cock in me for the first time sent a bolt of anxiety through me clear to my toes.

  As I put the finishing touches on my lipstick, my bratty, thirteen year old sister, Gabriella, came in and made me jerk my lipstick across my cheek, when she asked, “What are you doing, getting ready to go out and fuck your boyfriend for your birthday?”

  Astonished I turn to her. “Whatever would make you ask that?”

  “I overheard you talking to your lame, brained boyfriend about it. Besides, you’re not wearing panties.”

  My annoyance showed in my voice. “I haven’t finished dressing yet. Have you been spying on me?”

  “No, it was an accident. I picked up the phone to call Sharon and you were talking to ding a ling. I started to hang up, but when I figured out what you were talking about, sorry, I listened. You don’t have to worry. I won’t say anything. I think it’s kinda neat.”

  I was surprised. She’d always been so bratty and mean. I hugged her and she hugged me back. As I was about to say thank you, mom knocked on the door. “Bella, Jimmie is here.”

  “Thanks Mom. Tell him I’ll be right out.”

  I turned back to Gabriella. “Okay, remember, mums the word.”

  She nodded. “I know.” She embraced me and added, “Have fun.”

  I came out just in time. Dad grilled Jimmie about what we were going to do. I grabbed Jimmie’s arm and as he rose, told dad, “He’s taking me to the Red Top restaurant for a burger and fries and then to the drive-in theater where the main attraction will be Jimmie ravishing me in the bed of his pick-up truck.”

  Dad looked up and chuckled. “Yeah right. Sorry, I asked.”

  When I turned to my date, he was beet red, so I hustled him out of the house in a hurry.

  On the porch, he stopped. “Why’d you tell him that?”

  “Because I knew he wouldn’t believe it.”

  Chapter Two

  Jimmie held my hand as we walked out to his truck. We went to the drivers side and I got in, slid past the steering wheel to the middle of the seat. I was glad he had an older truck without a console in the middle like the newer ones had. When Jimmie got in, I slipped my arm around his shoulders. He inserted the key in the ignition, started the engine and off we went.

  We pulled in the Red Top drive-in restaurant and ordered two burger baskets with fries and two malts. After seven or eight minutes the roller skating waitress set the tray with our order just outside the window. Jimmie handed my basket and malt to me. “Here you go birthday girl.”

  I took them and stared at the food. “Thank you.” I tried to eat, but being both excited and nervous about my planned defloration, I barely ate.

  Noticing I wasn’t going to finish my meal, Jimmie paid for the bill and we left.

  We pulled into the drive-in theater just before dusk. For maximum privacy, Jimmie headed for the back and far side of the open air theater. As he backed into a stall, the popular song, You’re The One That I Want, by John Travolta and Olivia Newton John, blasted from our speaker. We slid out and edged around to the side of the pick up bed. As promised a twin mattress, with a fitted sheet rested there. As Jimmie hooked the speaker on the side of the bed and turned it down, he asked, “Want a beer?”

  I nodded. “Absolutely. I want to break all the rules tonight.”

  He laughed, grabbed a couple cans of beer from the cooler, opened one and handed it to me, then opened his. As I took a swig of beer, Jimmie made an impressive one handed swing up into the truck bed. Jimmie who stood a lanky six foot, with a square face, brown hair and eyes, must have been stronger than I thought, for he lifted my hundred twenty pounds from the ground clear into the bed. “Help me make the bed?” There wasn’t much to make. We rested the four pillows he’d brought ag
ainst the cab and spread the light blanket across the bed.

  Being a twin mattress, it was going to be a little narrow, but I figured we could get by and I applauded his ingenuity. “Good idea baby. This is going to be fu-un.” I sat down on top of the blanket, leaned against the pillows and watched as Jimmie unbuttoned and removed his shirt. He’d never had the occasion to remove his shirt in front of me before and I was impressed by his overall build. I could see where his strength came from as I admired a well toned body with rounded pecs and the beginnings of a washboard tummy.

  Swirling currents of air continuously brushing past my bare pussy and clit keep reminding me I wore no panties. It was barely getting dark and only a handful of cars had pulled in, none of which were closer than a hundred feet. I stared up at Jimmie, a mischievous grin on my face. “Guess what?”

  He shrugged. “What?”

  Like I sometimes do, I reveled in the idea of doing something naughty. “I’m not wearing panties. You wanna see where your dick is going to be tonight?”

  His mouth dropped open, but rapidly transformed into a wicked smile. “You bet.” He dropped down on all fours as I spread my legs and lifted the bottom of my skirt up.

  “You like it?”

  “Ah-huh.”

  The idea of him studying my pussy as if it was a work of art warmed me. I felt cream seeping from the walls of my pussy. I lifted my legs and rested my feet on the tops of the side panels spreading my legs as wide as they would go.

  He leaned in even closer. “God, I’m as hard as a rock.”

  “Good, I want to feel your rock hard cock in me tonight.” Placing my fingers on each side of my pussy I pulled my vaginal lips apart, exposing the soft, hot pink, fleshy walls. “How do you like this?”

  I heard him sigh and a groan escaped from deep in his chest. “Oh God, I love it.”

  I took a deep breath and slipped my middle finger deep into my recess and wiggled it until it was wet with my juices. When I pulled out, I languorously slid it into my mouth and savored it. “Mmmm.” When I slowly pulled my naughty finger out of my mouth, I said, “That tasted good. Would you like a taste?”