"Oh, hell," Janet moaned.

These were sensations she'd hoped to bury forever. She had this wild urge to play with herself, to rub her pussy till she got off. She hadn't thought about doing that since she was in high school. Worse than that, she couldn't help thinking how great it would feel to have a man's big hard cock plowing in her aroused cunt. She creamed furiously as she thought about it.

Ten years of effort had gone down the drain when she swallowed that pill. She'd slowly and carefully talked herself into being frigid, and now she had normal feelings again. With her pussy all swollen and hot and needy, she couldn't think of anything but sex. Sighing, she set aside her notes. Her mind drifted helplessly back to the only love affair of her life, her only experience with sex.

It had happened in her senior year in high school. She was eighteen, tall and blond, a stunning girl who not only got good grades but also turned out for track, basketball, and any other sport they'd let girls into.

She had lots of dates, and she'd already earned a scholarship to college. Young Janet Peters had her whole life before her, and a lot of people said she had it made.

She was still a virgin. She intended to stay that way till she was married. In fact she'd never been really in love with anybody, not till the first day of her senior year when she walked into art class and took a look at the teacher, Ned Evans. He was the sexiest thing she'd ever seen, burly, dark-haired, with a thick dark mustache and crackling blue eyes. He turned Janet on so much, she felt dizzy.

Of course all the other girls in the class felt the same way, but Mr. Evans seemed to pay special attention to Janet. She fantasized helplessly, imagining them in bed together, naked and caressing, imagined him slipping his stiff cock into her moist and eager cunt.

She creamed right through her panties just thinking about it. If she ever did give up her cherry, she wanted to give it to this man.