"Gosh, Georgia, you're really serious, aren't you?" he said, bewildered.

In that terrible moment her loins wanted his finger back inside of her more than anything in the whole world. Her lower belly felt as if it were doing somersaults. If he hadn't taken his finger out when he did, she wouldn't have been able to find the strength to protest again. She would merely have rationalized ecstatically that she had done all she could, and that, therefore, in the eyes of God it would be no blemish on her honor if Howie continued and finished the job of raping her with his thick middle finger.

But no, it was not to be. Howard actually took her seriously at last and gave her clinging moist loins the respite they no longer desired. She closed her thighs tightly together and began weeping softly.

"Wow, Georgia," he said, stroking her arm and trying to comfort her. "Hey, hey, calm down. Are you… you're not really… a virgin… are you?"

"Yes, I am!"

"Hey, I'm sorry, baby, I really am. I didn't realize."

He automatically held her close as she sobbed her heart out. She wasn't quite sure why she was crying – perhaps it was because he had taken his finger out. Anyway, it seemed the proper and well-brought up thing to do, although, in actual fact, she felt no pain anywhere, or any shame either.

It was very nice being comforted by Howard, though. Georgia's voluptuously firm full breasts heaved and quivered as they pressed into her boy friend's hard muscular chest. His hands stroked her shivering back as if he were gentling a startled mare, his face pressed against hers so that his nose was buried in all that warmly scented long red hair of hers.

"Oh – I think I'm falling in love with you, Georgia," he said, feeling his penis expand madly and protest till it hurt against the tight confines of his pants.