Marcie never wore panties, much to the dismay of her mother. She liked the sensation of the breeze wafting up against her cuntlips as she walked or ran.

Now, having no panties was convenient. Easing her ass back and forth, she touched her matted cunthairs. The girl straightened up, wriggling her hips to position her fingers against her clit. Contact was made. Marcie gasped, closing her eyes and feeling her cuntal muscles snap shut on her fingers.

"Unnhhhhhh!"

Was this how a cock felt? In spite of her resolve not to let a man fuck her, Marcie was curious about men, about how they fucked, about how they felt when they were inside a woman. She and her girlfriends talked lots about that. But only a few had really gone all the way. Her high school, it seemed, was out of the mainstream of the sexual revolution. What they told her wasn't all that attractive. One of the girls mentioned all the pain and blood that followed her first fucking. It didn't sound at all attractive.

Now, as Marcie worked her hips back and forth, fucking her fingers while letting her head fall back, the thought of having a hard cock sawing in and out of her pussy didn't seem particularly horrible.

"Mmmmmmm!"

She raised, then lowered her ass, rubbing her clit. There were a few guys in school, Brad Harrington in particular, whom she wouldn't have minded going to bed with. Of course, this was all in fantasy. She was the kind of girl who would never go right up to some guy and ask him to fuck her.

Marcie closed her eyes and tried to imagine Brad naked. Once or twice she'd seen him at the highschool pool, his well-formed pecs wet, his strong muscled legs flexing as he dived off the high board in a broad graceful arc into the pool. Oh, God, how she wanted him now!