"My God," she breathed, "what happened to me?"

She knew a little about sex, from conversation overheard in the college dorm, and it dawned on her that she'd just had her first climax. So that was how it felt? It had been fantastic. She began to understand why so many people were obsessed with sex.

She knew something else, too. She wanted to come again, right away.

She picked up the sex book and started flipping through the pages. Towards the end the photos showed the young couple doing something Jamie had never heard of. They weren't fucking. They were using their mouths and tongues on each other. The virgin teacher studied the pictures, fascinated.

One photo especially held her attention. The girl was on her back with her legs bent and spread wide. The young man was lying belly down between her legs, and he was licking her pussy. From the blissed-out expression on the girl's face, Jamie judged that it felt very good to her.

What would it be like to have a man lick her in that forbidden place? It was almost too wicked to imagine. It made her think of that awful, mortifying day when her mother had burst into the bathroom while Jamie was bathing. The young Jamie was just starting to wash her pussy.

"Don't touch yourself there, Jamie," her mother had cried. "That's dirty, wicked!"

"But, Mom!" Jamie exclaimed. "How am I going to get clean?"

"Use a washcloth," Mrs. Johnson commanded. "And always remember, girls who play with themselves go to hell! Nice girls don't enjoy things like that?"

The lesson had stayed with Jamie for years, along with all the other things her mother had told her about sex. Nice girls don't think about sex. They don't like it. Men are animals. That was why Jamie had always avoided men and feared them, the reason she was still unmarried and a virgin.