A First, My Friend's Sister Ch. 04

johnwhoknew©

Dreams of Jeanie. Her smile. She laughs, her teeth and eyes sparkle with a blinding radiance. She leans in to kiss me. Her lips are soft. She smells sweet. She covers me, smothering me. She's warm, light, gentle. She's naked. I kiss her skin everywhere. We roll tangled together. Kisses soft and wet and desperate. I'm above her, I'm pressed against her, I'm inside her. I ache for her. She's perfect and I can't get enough of her. I long for her even having her, as though my heart knows this moment is fleeting. A pang of guilt and a wave of panicked euphoria, grasping sand slipping through my fingers. Sweeping desperation and my heart races...

My alarm clock went off just 20 minutes before I had to be at work, rousing me from a bittersweet, erotic dream. I wanted to give myself the maximum amount of sleep I could, knowing I'd be tired. The previous night had drained all my energy. It was beautiful, wonderful, unforgettable, but when I'd come home to my bed I had realized just how exhausted I was.

Jeanie had taken every ounce of energy I'd had. We'd made love. Now, the next morning, having wakened suddenly after a dream both beautiful yet heartbreaking, I rolled over to silence my alarm and shook off the cobwebs. Once the thick confusion between sleep and waking wore off, I finally smiled to myself, remembering the previous night.

I'd made love to Jeanie, my best friend's sister. I shook my head remembering it in disbelief. It had been passionate, surprising, and pure, and it made my heart happy. I dragged myself begrudgingly out of bed and limped to the bathroom in my boxers. Just as I was opening the bathroom door, my sister Jocelyn appeared in her bedroom doorway looking every bit as exhausted as I was. Her hair, done up elegantly the night before, was now hanging wild and bedraggled. She wore a little white camisole and a pair of light blue boy shorts.

I stopped at the door to the bathroom and shot her a look. She looked way too sexy; just what had she been up to last night? It was her prom night too, and I wondered what the hell had gone down with her after we left the party.

Before I could say anything she chimed in. "C'moooonnnn! Hogging the bathroom again?" She rolled her eyes in exasperation.

"Yeah, I gotta go to work," I shot back. "Just gimme five minutes."

She groaned in annoyance and turned and closed her door. I'd deal with that situation later, I thought. I closed the bathroom door, showered and brushed my teeth as quickly as I could. I dressed in a hurry and ran out the door, arriving at work just two minutes before my shift started.

I was glad to be working that day. Thoughts of Jeanie played in my mind on a continuous loop. I smiled inwardly every time I pictured her sweet face in my mind, smiling or laughing. And a swirl of desire would jump up inside me when I pictured her in that hotel room, the moonlight bathing her naked body in a pale blue glow. I'd see her beneath me, her arms pulling me down into her, her legs wrapped around me. Or I'd see her above me, her back arching in ecstasy, breasts heaving, her little nipples taut and erect.

Throughout the day I had to shake these thoughts out of my mind in order to concentrate on my waiting job. It certainly wasn't easy. I had Jeanie in my blood now; I was addicted.

But there was another thought that kept spinning into my mind, try as I might to suppress it. I pictured Tony, Jeanie's older brother and my best friend, pissed off and ready to kick my ass. I had promised him not to touch his sister and I had broken that promise. How the hell was I going to deal with that?

I wanted to believe that he had no right to be pissed at me. That Jeanie was her own woman and could make her own decisions. But that was bullshit and I knew it. Not that Jeanie wasn't capable of making her own decisions; she certainly was. But I had definitely broken a sacred bond between buddies, and there could be no denying that. I pictured Jocelyn in my head, standing in her bedroom doorway half naked earlier. She was a beautiful girl, just like Jeanie. What if Tony had done to her last night what I had done with Jeanie? Would I be pissed?

Yeah, I had to admit to myself that I would be. Every time I thought about it a little flame of anger would leap up inside me. So how could I possibly be upset at Tony if he was going to be angry about Jeanie and me?

In my head, and in my heart, I knew I cared about Jeanie. She made me feel warm inside and I just wanted to spend time with her and be near her. It was genuine affection I felt. But how could I convince Tony of that? And would it even matter? He would think I was just out to get into her pants for the cheap thrill of it. He'd probably assume I was just taking advantage of her because she'd always liked me and it would be easy. But that wasn't the case.

In the end, I decided I'd discuss the matter with Jeanie tonight. We were going to have dinner together so we'd have time to think things over and discuss them. There was no sense worrying about it before I could talk to her. Tony was my best friend so I had to give him the benefit of the doubt. But damn that temper of his! It had me worried.

During the day I called to reserve a table at a nice French restaurant that I knew Jeanie liked a lot. It was expensive but I didn't care. This was technically our first date; I wanted it to be special. When my shift was up, I ran over to a local florist and bought some roses for her as well. I wanted her to know how much I had been looking forward to our date all day.

I sent her a text as I drove home. "Still on 4 dinner? Just need quick shower."

A few seconds later I received her reply. "Definitely! Cant wait!"

That made me smile. I texted back: "Looking forward to seeing u all day. Be over in like 20."

Her reply was: "Awwww u r the sweetest. C u soon."

I couldn't shower fast enough. After, I threw on some cologne and ran a comb through my hair. I wore a polo shirt and khakis, wanting to look nice but not ridiculously dressed up. I felt like I was rushing, as though I couldn't wait to see Jeanie. It was true, I admitted to myself. I couldn't think of anything but Jeanie and our date all day. I grabbed the roses and headed for the door, but I heard my name called just as I was about to leave.

It was my mother. She was sitting on our couch in the living room. When I arrived home no one was around, but she must have just gotten in while I showered. I walked over to her and said, "Hey, what's up? Where's dad?"

"Golf. He'll be home soon. So, you and Jeanie had a nice time last night, I presume?" she asked.

Her tone was just curious, not accusatory, so I answered in kind. "Yeah, we did. It was a lot of fun."

"Well," she responded, "I'm glad you were nice enough to get her flowers."

"Yeah, well, I guess..."

"Jeanie Delvecchio is a sweet girl," she interrupted before I could reply, "so I expect you to be on your best behavior tonight. I mean that, Jim." She gave me a stern expression.

"Well how do you know..." I began, meaning to give her a bit of a hard time about who the flowers were for.

"Save it, Romeo," she interrupted again, "she's standing outside by your car." I looked out the window and sure enough there was Jeanie in a cute little pink and orange summer dress standing beside my old Grand Am. "I taught you to be a gentleman, James, and you will be one tonight with that girl. Understood?"

"Yeah, mom," I smiled, wondering what the gentlemanly rules would have said about what Jeanie and I had done the night before.

She returned the smile. "Have fun then," she said simply. It was hard to know how much she suspected about Jeanie and I. My mother was smart. Smart and stern. She did teach me how to be a gentleman, and she was tough on me when I wasn't. But we had a great relationship and I appreciated her for it.

"Thanks," I said cheerily as I turned to leave, "I'll be home later."

"Mm hmm," I heard my mother hum cheekily as I left. When I opened the front door, Jeanie gave me a beaming smile.

"Hi, Francesca," I said as I walked down our front steps toward her. "What are you doing here? I would have picked you up in the proper date-like fashion." Our families' houses were on the same street, just a few doors down, so Jeanie must have walked up to meet me.

"Awww, I know you would have, Jim. But well, my father and Tony are both home sooooo... I kind of figured this would be easier. Just for now, I mean. Just tonight."

She had an air about her tonight, I noticed. I didn't know if what they said was true, that once a girl lost her virginity she became different, more of a woman. But standing there looking at her, I could tell something was definitely different about Jeanie. She stood a little taller, held her head a little higher, and there was something knowing in her sweet smile. She was truly a vision. But I snapped out of my reverie quickly.

"Ok," I relented, "I understand." In truth, it did make tonight a hell of a lot easier not having to deal with Tony or any possible repercussions to Jeanie and I hanging out. Tony hadn't called or text'ed me all day, so I just kind of avoided bringing up the subject of what I was doing. Saturdays were definitely busy for him working at the landscaping business, which played to my advantage in this instance. "Here, these are for you," I said, extending the roses to her.

"Jim, that is so sweet, thank you so much," she gushed, smelling the roses.

"So I got us reservations at Dominique," I told her.

"What, seriously?" she asked astounded. "Dominique is really nice, Jim, and expensive. Are you sure?"

It was true that Dominique was expensive, but that didn't matter to me. "Of course I'm sure. I heard you talking to the girls last night about how much you like it so I wanted it to be where we have our first date. You're worth it."

She smiled widely and threw her arms around me. "Thank you, Jim, that means so much to me," she whispered as we embraced.

I held her for a moment, then said, "We better go so we make our reservation time."

She broke our hug. "Yeah, let's go," she said excitedly, patting my arms. I opened the passenger side door for her and let her sit down.

"Your chariot, m'lady," I mused, continuing our little joke from the night before.

"Thank you, sir," she said loftily, playing along. I shut the door softly and ran around to the driver's side. As I was driving, we talked a bit.

"So I told my mom we were going out tonight," she said.

"Really? Yeah, I told my mom too. She kinda saw you waiting by my car."

She laughed. "I guess I gave that away."

"No big deal," I laughed.

"My mom was funny. She gave me this look, like a weird kind of searching look when I said we were going out. Then she kind of looked me up and down like she was appraising me."

"She knows," I said flatly. "I could tell the second I looked at you. You look radiant."

"Seriously?" she asked.

"Yeah, it's just something in your overall manner. It's different. It's quite becoming, don't get me wrong, but it's definitely noticeable."

"Wow, so it's that obvious, huh?"

"Maybe I'm biased because I know, but yeah it really kinda is."

"I guess you changed me, Jim," she said mock-seductively, her voice throatier and deeper, "you made me a woman."

I gave her a devious grin and raised my eyebrows. "You were always that woman, Giana; I was just the first one lucky enough to meet you."

She smiled at me. "You really are the best, Jim, you know that?"

"Oh stop," I said.

"You seriously are," she retorted.

I didn't respond. I truly felt lucky to have been with her and been the one to take her virginity, and it had opened my eyes to my feelings for her. After a few moments, I broke the silence.

"About that, Jeanie," I said, hearing my mother's warnings about being a gentleman sounding in my head. She looked at me as though she was worried, but she needn't have been. "I want you to know that I don't have any expectations of you. I mean, physical expectations, you know? What I'm saying is, just because last night... you know, was last night, doesn't mean I expect you to have to do that again. I want you to know I'm willing to do this the right way and earn your affection. You're worth that. So don't feel like you're obligated or something. I just like being with you, so you know, don't think that there's any pressure on you or anything like that."

I turned to look at her. She was smiling sweetly. "Jim, thank you. Thank you so much. That really is sweet."

"You're welcome, sweetie," I said, putting my hand on her knee.

"But let me ask you this," she continued, "what makes you think you haven't already 'earned my affection,' as you say?"

"Well, I...," I began, not knowing what to say.

"In fact, how do you know that just you saying that isn't earning my affection?"

"Well, I guess that would be a good thing then, right?" I asked.

She gave me a little half-grin, not wicked but saucy. "Yeah, that's a good thing." After several moments of silence, Jeanie put her hand on my hand on her knee. She squeezed it. "I'm sorry I couldn't bring myself to tell my father and Tony about tonight," she said.

"Don't worry about it; we can discuss that. I really feel it's my job..."

She interrupted me. "Hold on, I actually have an idea we can discuss. But later, ok?"

"Yeah ok," I said. We held hands and a few moments later we arrived at Dominique. I pulled into the lot and parked. As I was about to open my door she grabbed my hand. "Wait. Before we go in I just want you to know something, Mister Earning My Affection." She smiled as she said the last part to let me know she was just busting on me.

"Oh yeah, what?" I asked.

"Well I have good news and I have bad news. Which one do you want to hear first?"

"I'll take the bad news first, I guess," I said, wrinkling my eyebrows at her inquisitively.

"Ok," she said, this time donning a truly wicked grin, one just like I'd seen her wear last night at her most mischievous. "The bad news is this time I'm wearing underwear."

I pushed my bottom lip out in a look of mock disappointment. "Aw damn," I said jokingly. "So what's the good news then?"

"Well, they're my sexiest underwear, and if you keep up this good behavior, you're going to see them."

My heart leapt when she said this. I exhaled sharply and returned her grin. "I'll be good," I said, smiling and raising my hands in an innocent way. She smiled and laughed when I said that, and I opened my door to get her. I went around the car to let her out.

She took my hand as she stepped out of the car and said, "Thank you, Jim. I really am glad to be here with you."

"I'm glad to be here with you, as well," I replied, leading her by the hand through the parking lot to the restaurant. Once inside they seated us right away and took our drink orders.

"I really love this place," she said, looking around, "it's so elegant. And the food is ridiculously good. Have you eaten here before?"

"No, first time," I replied.

"Oh you're gonna love it. We've come here as a family a few times and it's awesome."

"I'm already loving it," I said, looking her in the eyes and smiling.

She returned my smile. "So," she said after a moment, "while we've got a few minutes, let me tell you my plan for Tony. Since, ya know, I plan on hanging out with you a lot more in the future and he's gotta get used to it."

I really appreciated her saying that so I laughed. "Ok, what are you thinking?" I asked.

"Well, I have this friend at work," she began. Jeanie worked part-time nights and weekends at the Banana Republic at our local mall. "Her name is Theresa and she's a year older than me so the same age as you guys. She went to a Catholic school so that's why she wasn't at school with us. She lives out in the sticks in this really nice country home. I went there once to pick her up for this party we went to..."

"Ok, you're getting off topic," I said, interrupting her. "This sounds promising though, tell me what she looks like."

"Oh so that's right where you go, huh?" she asked playfully. "Right to her looks. Why don't you just come right out and ask me about her boobs?"

"Hey, this isn't about me, remember," I countered. "This is about Tony. And I'm telling you he's kind of picky. So yeah, I will probably ask about her boobs."

At that exact moment the waiter came over to our table. I gave Jeanie a whoops look because I'm pretty sure the waiter had heard me talking about boobs. Jeanie just laughed. We placed our orders and a moment later we continued our conversation.

"Well, for your information, Captain Shallow, she's drop dead gorgeous. Light brown hair, freckles, green eyes, she's like an Irish princess..." She paused for a moment looking at me. I tilted my head to the side giving her the "You know what I want to know" look. After a moment's pause she gritted her teeth at me and said, "And she has nice boobs."

"Excellent!" I exclaimed. "You got a picture of her?"

"Yes, but I don't know if I'm going to let you see it now," she teased. I could tell she was joking but I would gladly play along.

"Hey, this is so that I can spend time with the sweetest, most beautiful girl in the world so I want to get it right," I said matter-of-factly.

She gave me a cute half-grin. "Well-played, Stillman," she said smiling. She pulled her phone out of her purse and clicked through it, finding the picture. "Here we go," she said, and handed the phone to me.

I took it and checked out the picture. It was Jeanie and Theresa apparently at whatever party they had gone to. They stood with their arms around each other and they were waving to the camera. Theresa was a bit taller than Jeanie but not much. That was good because Tony wasn't really tall and he would not want to date a girl taller than him. She had light skin and she was definitely very pretty. She had a nice smile, but most importantly, she had a nice figure. Tony liked his girls well-built and he liked boobs. Theresa had the assets Tony required so I thought this plan might actually work.

"So?" Jeanie asked after a few moments.

"Who's the cute Italian girl with her?" I asked playfully, handing the phone back to her.

"Oh you better start laying it on thick, mister, you've dug yourself quite a hole to fill," she teased. "But seriously?"

"She's gorgeous. I love this plan. Have you talked to her about it? What's up?"

"Well that's the beauty of it. One time Tony had to come into work to bring me something and Teri was there. She thought he was cute. Then a couple months ago, she broke up with her boyfriend because he was such a huge a-hole and since then she's been kind of out of it. But every now and again she asks about Tony. Just like, 'So how's your brother anyway? He's not dating anybody, right?' I always joke with her and say he's off limits, but actually I think they might have a chance to hit it off. She's tough and spunky, like me. She can put him in his place."

"I gotta admit," I said, "I think you're right. This is awesome; it could totally work."

"Seriously?" she asked. "You like the plan?"

"I love it. Do me a favor though. Let me bring the idea to him. If you do it he will probably reject it on principle alone. But he might just trust my judgment if I suggest it."

"Ok," she said, "I'll agree to that."

"All right then; you work on Theresa and I'll work on Tony." I lifted my glass of soda to toast our little scheme. Jeanie lifted hers and we clinked them together. After my sip I said, "Wow, beautiful and the brains to match. Pretty impressive."

"You have no idea," she replied seductively.

"Oh, I think maybe I have some idea," I retorted. "Just a little," I said, holding my thumb and index finger up to indicate that little idea I meant.

She winked at me. "A little," she agreed. We smiled at each other. After a moment I broached a subject I felt needed to be addressed.

"So, the next time we hang out, assuming you want to see me again after tonight..." I said, awaiting her reply.

"Keep up the good behavior and stop asking about boobs and we'll see," she replied saucily.

I smiled. "Right, well, assuming there is a next time. I plan on coming to your house. I want to ring the doorbell. I will come in and I will face your parents like a man. I'll answer whatever questions they have and assure them that I am a stand-up guy. And I'll look your father in the eye when I tell him that. I don't want to sneak around after tonight, and I don't want to keep you hidden. I think you're great, Jeanie. I will do what it takes to make this right."

She smiled at me. "Thank you, Jim. That's exactly what I wanted to hear you say. You don't know how much that means to me."

"I'm glad. And that goes for my family too. I wonder how Jocelyn will feel. I know you guys are friends too."

"We are. But Jocelyn has always been nothing but cool with me, even if we're not like the closest of friends. I think she'll be ok with it."

"I know, I think so too. But it could be weird for her. So I'm not going to sneak around. I'm going to be honest with her the next time I see her."

"I like that idea," she said. "I'm beginning to think you're a pretty ok guy," she joked.

"Pretty ok?" I asked, teasing her back.

"Yeah, pretty," she laughed. After a few moments, she leaned in towards the table and tilted her neck slightly, indicating that I should lean in too. I did and she whispered, "Wanna know a secret?"

I had a funny feeling I knew where this might be going. "Yes, please," I whispered back.

"They're black and lacy," she whispered slowly, pronouncing every syllable seductively.

I leaned back and took a deep breath, my eyes locked with hers. "You're killing me, Francesca," I whispered, exasperated. Hearing her say that sent a little volt of electricity surging down my chest into my crotch. I felt my cock spring to life in my pants imagining those little lacy panties covering her sweet womanhood. She grinned wickedly across the table at me.

Just at that moment our waiter brought our dinners over to us. I was actually glad for the distraction and used the opportunity to try to push the images of Jeanie and her underwear out of my head. But it wouldn't be easy. She sat there across from me looking adorable and gorgeous, and my cock had come alive between my legs. I couldn't just tell it to go back to sleep. I'd have to live with the vaguely pleasant discomfort of a hard-on twitching in my pants.

Our meal was as delicious as we'd both anticipated, and I was able to calm down a bit as we ate and conversed. I'd never eaten food this rich before, and I was amazed at how incredibly good it was. The conversation between us was pleasant and stimulating. Jeanie was one of the smartest people in her class and she was always engaging to talk to. In truth, I felt as if I was the one who couldn't keep up with her brilliant mind, and that I should be the one with the hopeless crush on her. And every minute I spent talking to her, I came closer to that being the case.

For as long as I could remember Jeanie had wanted to be a doctor. A pediatrician, to be specific, since she really liked kids. And now she was setting out to make that dream happen. She had applied to several schools, all with good pre-med programs. Most were in the northeast, relatively close to where we grew up, but one was Northwestern University, a great school with an outstanding medical program. She said she was waiting to hear from all of them before she made her decision, but I couldn't help thinking to myself how badly it would suck if she did choose to go to Northwestern.

The school was in Chicago, a long way from where we lived. The rest of the schools she applied to were within a couple hours' drive time of my college and our hometown. But Northwestern? Chicago was a long drive away; it would feel like she was practically in another world. I shook that thought out of my head though, and didn't say anything to Jeanie. She had to do what was best for her. Besides, I was getting ahead of myself. This was our first date, no sense in trying to make the situation any bigger than it was.

I had to admit though, just the fact that she had me thinking that way made me realize how much I really did like her. We laughed and talked throughout dinner, and we ordered a dessert to share. We both dug our forks into it, smiling and joking with one another as we finished our meal happily. When the check came she protested, insisting she wanted to pitch in to help with the cost. I refused though.

"Hey, I asked you here because I knew you liked it and I wanted you to have a good time," I said.

"I know, Jim, but it's so much; let me give a little, like even the tip?" she insisted.

"No," I said, "this one is all me because I wanted to see you smile again. I think I'm getting addicted to that smile." As I said this she smiled again for me and her eyes shone brightly. "Tell you what," I went on, "you can treat on our next date."

At this her eyes lit up and she beamed a wide smile. "Really," she asked, "so there's going to be a next date?"

"Yeah," I said, "provided I don't screw this one up in the meantime."

She laughed a little. "Well, let's just say so far, so good, Stillman," she stated simply.

"All right, I'll take that," I said. I gave our waiter money for the bill and tip and we left a few minutes later. Once in the car I suggested to Jeanie that we go down and take a walk by the river. There was a little nature trail next to the river that ran through our town and there was just enough daylight left to enjoy a nice, private walk. She agreed and I drove us down there. I parked in a little, secluded public lot and we made our way to the trail.

We held hands as we walked and continued our talk about life and everything. After a few minutes I attempted to broach a subject I had been wondering about. "So Jeanie, there's something I've been wanting to ask, but I'm not sure how," I began.

"I've been waiting for this," she smiled.

"What? What do you think I'm going to ask?"

"Well, ask it first and I'll let you know if I was right," she said.

"Ok," I replied, but paused thinking of the right way to phrase the question. "Don't take offense to this, but I just have to wonder. The pill?"

She laughed. "I knew it! I knew your curiosity would win in the end. I've been waiting for that question."

"Well," I stammered, a bit embarrassed, "I really am curious."

"It's ok, I understand. It's not a really crazy story at all. A few months ago my mother and I were shopping and we had a talk. She said I'm 18 and beautiful and that she understood that I was going to want to have that part of my life. She told me how she remembered what it was like being 18 and she actually suggested it."

"Wait, seriously, your mom suggested it?"

"Yeah she did. Not as a license to do whatever I wanted, but trusting me to still make the right decisions. But she said it would be a good way to ensure I didn't complicate my future."

"Wow," I said, "that was pretty cool of your mother."

"Yeah," she replied, "it really was. My mom is really great sometimes. But, of course, it's a secret between just her and me. My father doesn't know; he would flip."

"No shit, yeah he would," I admitted. I couldn't imagine her father or Tony knowing she was on the pill. They simply would not approve of that.

"So is my secret safe with you, Jim?" she asked.

"Of course," I replied, "you know it is."

"Good," she said, wrapping her arm around my waist as we walked. I wrapped my arm over her shoulder and held her closer to me. After a few moments she said, "So go ahead and ask the other question you're dying to ask."

I looked down at her and raised one eyebrow inquisitively. "What other question?" I asked. In truth, I did have a number of questions, but none seemed appropriate and I was content to learn more about her gradually.

She looked up at me with an accepting smile. "Jim, you're a guy," she said, "and I know how you think. You are dying to know how much of last night was a first for me." Her features were soft as she said this, but I knew I was on dangerous ground here. It would not be right to come off as jealous in this moment.

Truthfully though, she was right; I did want to know that. Our lovemaking had been so passionate, and she had been so good at it, that I did wonder how much experience she had before me. But I really didn't seriously consider asking her. It wasn't my place and I figured I'd learn enough in time. Plus, I was pretty sure it didn't matter to me. Now that she'd brought it up though, I didn't know how to handle it.

"No," I began, "I mean, yes. Yes. You're right, Jeanie. That guy part of me is dying to know that stuff. But I wouldn't ask. And it doesn't matter. I mean, I'm curious but I don't need to know and it wouldn't make any difference to me if I did."

"Well, I'm glad to hear you say that. But when I told you that you were my first I meant it. I mean, I've kissed guys before, obviously."

"Yeah, obviously," I interrupted, "in fact I've had to bear witness to that stuff before." I gave her a somewhat sarcastic grin to let her know I was kidding, but in truth I did have to break her up from kissing her boyfriends in the hallways at school before so that her brother wouldn't catch her. It wouldn't take much to set Tony off and it was easier for me to just walk by and say, "Hey, knock that crap off," rather than have him go into a fit.

"Mm hmm," she grinned back, "yes, I suppose you know that all too well. But seriously, I've made out with boys. And I let one go inside my shirt before, but not down my pants. And, well..."

She trailed off, as though she didn't want to continue. "What?" I needled her.

"Sure you'll understand if I tell you?" she asked.

"Pretty sure I'm sure," I said smiling, not knowing what she was about to tell me.

"Ok. Well, I, actually... did go down on one guy."

I laughed almost immediately. Not in a derisive way, but just a relieved and a tension-breaking way. But Jeanie was confused.

"What? Jim? Why are you laughing?"

"Francesca, it's not a crime. You're acting like you did something horrible; like you're confessing to me. I mean, I understand. You were with someone you cared about and you did something for him. Believe me, I'm sure I know how he felt. You guys were probably fooling around and you got him all crazy worked up so he needed it to relieve the built-up tension."

"Yeah, that was pretty much exactly it," she said.

"Right, yeah, I know exactly how he felt."

"So you don't, like, think less of me?" she asked.

"No, of course not," I replied.

"And you don't think I'm like a slut?"

At this I snorted. "No, sweetie, listen," I said, "I absolutely do not think that. It's ok that you shared whatever you shared with your former boyfriends."

"It was mostly with Jeremy," she interrupted. "I didn't really do all that much other than kissing with the other guys." Jeremy was her last boyfriend that she had broken up with a few months earlier.

"Right, with Jeremy then. You guys dated for a long time so of course you were intimate."

"I know, but thank you for saying it. It's just important to me that you know that you were my first. That's how I see you, Jim. You're my first for everything. The way you touched me, the way you made love to me, it was unlike anything I've ever felt or ever known. It was so amazing, Jim, and it only could have been you."

I pulled her closer to me as we walked. "Thank you, Jeanie. I'm glad I was your first. It was amazing; it really was."

We walked in a hug for a little while longer, until I realized the light was fading quickly. I stopped us and took her by the hands, looking into her soft, brown eyes. "Well, it's going to be dark soon," I said. "I should probably be getting you back to the car."

She held my gaze for a moment, a little smile curling her lips upward slightly. "Ok," she said finally, her voice little more than a whisper. "But you are going to kiss me first, right?"

I stepped into her, and pulled her close to me. "Yes," I whispered gently, and leaned slowly into her, meeting her lips with mine. The kiss was soft and warm, each of us caressing the other's lips softly in our own. I ran my hands up her arms and pulled her closer to me. Her lips were so soft and tender, and the moment felt so perfect, so right. I held her bottom lip softly between mine, then slowly opened further and took her top lip. When we finally broke the kiss off after several moments, she smiled up at me.

"So awesome," she whispered. I laughed and pulled her into a hug.

"Yeah, it so is," I agreed. After holding her close to me for a moment, I took her hand in mine and we walked back to my car. We didn't say much on the walk back, but it felt incredibly good having her hand in mine. I was really losing myself in her; I knew it without a doubt.

When we arrived back at my car, I opened her door for her and helped her in. When I stepped into the driver's side, she was turned in her seat somewhat and watching me with a sly smile on her face. I pulled the door closed and gave her a puzzled look. "What?" I asked.

"Well, what now?" she asked me back.

"I guess I gotta take you home," I replied. "It's not like there's anywhere we can go; we both live with our parents."

"We're here though, aren't we?" she asked, her voice unwavering, never breaking eye contact with me. "And my curfew isn't for another hour."

"Uhhh, yeah, I guess that's a good point," I stammered. "Why, what were you th..." But before I could finish my question, Jeanie sprang across the seat into me. Her mouth pressed savagely into mine and before I knew it we were kissing passionately. This was not like our previous kiss on the walk; this was hard making out. Her tongue pressed almost immediately into my mouth, surprising me with her aggression. But in an instant I gathered myself and sucked it deeper into my mouth, holding her inside me and tasting her sweetness.

She groaned and swirled her tongue in my mouth, as I reached behind her and pulled her body into mine. It was somewhat awkward working our way around the console between the seats, and the invading plastic of the sealtbelt locks sticking up from our seats, but we quickly found that where there's a will, there's a way. We both wanted at each other so badly that we pawed one another from around the obstacles.

I let one hand slide forward from her back, under her arm to her chest. She inhaled deeply as I softly squeezed her breast, letting my thumb trace the skin along the edge of her dress. She grazed her fingernails down the length of my chest and tugged my shirt out of my pants so that she could slide her hand up under it. Her fingertips explored the skin on my belly, gently caressing me, before she slid them slowly up to my chest.

Her light touching was igniting a fire within me and I felt my cock stiffen in my pants once again. I was becoming turned on almost immediately. I ran the hand I still had on her back up into the back of her hair and gently pulled it downward. She arched her neck back, exposing her delicate throat to me. I broke our kiss and immediately traced a line of warm, wet kisses down her chin, onto her neck, and over her throat. I could feel the vibrations on my lips as she moaned her consent, and I proceeded to give her neck soft, little flicking licks to turn her on.

She giggled a little at my licks and moaned, "Mmmmmm, Jim." I knew she was as turned on and into the moment as I was so very slowly, and very tenderly, I let my thumb slip under her dress and into her bra, until I found the taut, little nipple within, and pressed into it gently but firmly. Her body stiffened as I pushed against her nipple and she sucked air in through her teeth. I simultaneously ran a lick from her throat, up the side of her neck to her earlobe and drew it into my mouth.

I nibbled her earlobe for a moment as Jeanie's breathing quickened. I could feel her nipple stiffening as I gently rubbed it in a circular motion with my thumb. Soon she could take no more and pushed back on me aggressively. I broke away from her ear and slipped my hand off her breast. She glared into my eyes for a split second, a lashing look of wanton desire, before pulling my shirt toward her and lunging into my neck, her kisses hot and wet with little nips and bites on my sensitive neck.

I gasped as Jeanie licked and bit every inch of my hyper-sensitive flesh, her fingertips grazing both of my nipples as she ran her hands brazenly over my chest. My cock raged in my pants, engorged and dying to feel Jeanie's touch in any way it could. I hissed through my teeth as Jeanie nibbled my throat, "God damn, sweetie, you are so fucking sexy," I whispered.

She ran a long, slow lick from my throat up my neck, over my chin and onto my mouth, ending with a hot, wet kiss. She broke the kiss after a moment and asked, "Am I really?"

Our faces were just inches from the other, our noses practically touching, so I could look her straight in both eyes. "Holy shit, yes, you're amazing," I told her.

"Good, because I'm just getting started," she said quickly, pressing her mouth back onto mine and squeezing both of my nipples between her thumb and forefinger, twisting them adamantly. I groaned and pushed my tongue into her mouth, enjoying every second of making out with Jeanie. "God, this girl is incredible," I thought to myself as we kissed.

After several minutes of hard kissing, Jeanie broke off suddenly and kissed her way down to my neck. As she did so, she ran her hands down my chest and pulled the bottoms of both my shirt and undershirt up under my chin. When she got them both hiked all the way up, she dropped her head down onto my bare chest, and ran a bold lick between both of my nipples. "Nnnnnn, god yes," I moaned as the electric sensations of her lick ran through my body.

She smiled up at me then fastened her mouth hard onto my left nipple, tugging and gently gnawing at my sensitive nub. I felt the blood rush into my engorged nipple as she chewed it, and I ran my hand onto the back of her head into her hair, holding her there. She held me flat between her teeth for a moment, then dislodged from my nipple with an audible smack and licked her way over to my right nipple, pulling that into her mouth just as savagely.

I squirmed in my seat at Jeanie's erotic ministrations, dying to press my cock into her and feel her softness. She sensed my need and felt how I was rocking and thrusting my hips, seeking some sort of attention for my throbbing, desperate manhood. As she sucked away at my nipple, she let her right hand slide down my chest onto my belly, where it lingered for a moment gently fingering the waist of my pants and my belt buckle.

She pressed her palm flatly against my belly as her thumb circled my navel and her fingertips worked their way just under my waistband. I rocked my hips upward, desperately craving her touch. She didn't disappoint me as she agonizingly slowly slipped her hand downward into my pants.

Her fingers deftly wrapped around my throbbing erection through my boxer briefs, gently tugging it, her thumb running little circles around the head. I groaned deep in my throat, finally feeling Jeanie's soft touch on my manhood. I'd been craving this all day, not sure if our previous night together would have been a one-time only occurrence, or whether Jeanie would want to wait a while before we shared each other again. But deep down inside I knew I was craving this. I wanted Jeanie again; I was craving her. Though I'd repressed the thoughts as best I could, all day long I had been longing to have her again. Now, feeling her hand caressing my rigid cock, I was in complete bliss.

Jeanie began kissing a trail slowly down my chest, alternating between little, sucking kisses and warm, wet licks on my sensitive flesh. I put one hand on her arm to gently encourage her to keep pleasing me with her hand down my pants, and one hand on her back so she could feel me squeezing her when what she was doing felt particularly good. She began sliding her hand up and down my cock with a little more fervor now, as I groaned and writhed beneath her.

Soon she had kissed her way to my belly, circling my navel several times with her tongue then kissing down to my waistband. Slowly she slipped her hand out of my pants and brought her other hand forward to grasp my belt. I realized what she was doing and exhaled deeply. She looked up at me and smiled as she unclasped my belt buckle.

"I'm going to make you feel so good, baby," she whispered, smiling. I'll never forget how sexy it was to hear her say those words over the soft jingling of my belt buckle as she unfastened it.

I smiled down at her. "Oh sweetie," I gasped, "oh my god, you are so sexy." My jaw swung open as I watched her, amazed at how sensual and erotic she was. Only a day ago I saw her as just my buddy's younger sister, beautiful yes, but just a friend that I wouldn't allow myself to think about in a sexual way. But now I craved her. She was undeniably sexy and irresistible and I wanted every bit of her I could get.

She smiled again and bit her bottom lip as she returned her attention to my pants. She popped open the button and slowly dragged my zipper down, spreading each flap of my pants open and revealing my stiff cock tenting up my boxer briefs in an obscene manner. She gasped a bit when she saw it, but didn't miss a beat as she ran her thumbs under the elastic waistband of my underwear and stretched it out over the head of my cock, freeing it. It stood proudly, arching up toward her warm breath and throbbing. She yanked my boxers down my legs a bit to get them out of the way, then paused and let the tension of the moment hang in the air.

She stared at my cock for just a moment, watching it bob slightly with every pulse of my heart, then ran her thumb under it and held it steady with her right hand. She bowed her head slowly onto it and I felt her kiss the head softly with her lips, holding it gently between them for a moment. I rested my head back against my seat and groaned lowly in delight as she opened her lips and took the length of me into her warm mouth, holding it there and gently lapping against it with her tongue. Then she arched her neck back up and withdrew, letting her tongue caress the head as she did so.

"Nnnnnnnnn, oh fuck, Jeanie," I groaned, sliding both my hands into her hair and holding her head steady on my cock. She moaned and let her mouth descend on me once again, drawing the length of me into her. She then started bobbing her head up and down slowly, sucking me firmly and always tightening her grip around the head on each withdrawal. The feeling was amazing and I lost myself to her ministrations, closing my mind to all thoughts except the pleasure of feeling Jeanie suck me.

She kept a slow, steady rhythm, using her hand to slide gently up and down along with her mouth. Her grip was firm and tight, and she would hold me still in her mouth on every insertion for a moment, letting her tongue run a long, hard lick over my shaft before sliding me slowly out again. My breathing was rough and ragged as I struggled to keep my wits about me in the throes of pleasure. But soon I found myself succumbing to the ecstasy.

"Mmmmmm, holy shit, Jeanie," I groaned, "that feels so fucking good." With my hands in her hair I gave her gentle pulls and nudges to encourage her to increase her pace. "Oh yeah, god yes, faster, sweetie," I moaned, losing myself to the pleasure. Jeanie quickened her pace and I could feel the demanding, inevitable explosion building within me. My balls felt tight and throbbing, ready to release the load contained within them.

Jeanie switched her hands so that her left hand held and stroked my cock as she sucked me, and with her right she gently cupped and squeezed my balls. I groaned incoherently as her gentle squeezing built the desire within me. My orgasm was now a foregone conclusion, a quickly brightening light at the end of my long, dark tunnel of ecstasy.

I ran one hand down her back, and let it wander over the curve of her ass. She gave a quick intake of breath as I hiked the back of her dress up slightly so that my hand could slip beneath it and find her soft curves. The smooth skin of her ass was soft and warm as my hand glided over it, seeking the warm softness at its core. I squeezed her entire bare cheek in my palm, realizing in that moment that her panties must be a thong riding up between her cheeks. The realization heightened my ecstasy as I rapidly neared my explosion.

My mind was losing all coherent thought. I barely remembered that I was supposed to be watching out for any approaching headlights. It was possible that police officers might spin through here to make sure no one was loitering after dark, basically doing exactly what we were doing. But that became a distant thought, barely a priority in my mind. Now all that mattered was Jeanie's soft mouth, and her warm hand, manipulating me tightly and drawing out my pleasure.

I let my fingers search for her cleft, curling up into the soft crack in the center of her ass. She was leaned forward in her seat, giving me unfettered access to the tender chasm nestled between her cheeks. I found it and pressed my fingers gently against it. The fabric of her panties was warm and moist, and she let a little moan escape her lips even as she sucked me steadily.

It felt so incredibly beautiful to have my fingers against her softness, the tender, little secret nestled safely between her thighs. I pushed gently against her panties and felt her sex open just slightly for me beneath them. She began groaning with every breath now as I let my fingers gently slide along the length of her crack, teasing her through her panties.

The moment was building now, the momentum of our passion climbing as my explosion neared. "Oh Jeanie, oh sweetie, don't stop," I moaned. "I'm so fucking close."

She groaned against my cock, the vibrations humming through me. She kept her pace quick and steady, gripping me tightly in her mouth and stroking me with her hand, while the other hand gently squeezed my balls. I pressed my fingers more aggressively against her pussy, dying to feel her soft wetness. The sensation only heightened my ecstasy, a dirty, almost perverse pleasure feeling her moistness on my fingers. Soon my orgasm rose to the tip of release. I felt as though everything within me had boiled to the surface and sat just at the tip of my cock, ready to burst forth.

"Oh honey, oh I'm going to, oh Jeanie, I'm gonna cum, I'm gonna..." My voice broke off into a grunt as every muscle in my body stiffened. My orgasm exploded up out of me with a shot, a burst of unbridled ecstasy flowing from me in a violent, convulsing wave. I felt the first heavy spurt of my cum shoot into her mouth. Jeanie paused for a moment as her mouth filled, but after a single breath she settled back into her bobbing sucking motion, pulling my essence from me with her ministrations.

I felt spurt after spurt jet out of me. I pressed my fingers brazenly against her pussy in my ecstasy, and she groaned along with me as I came. Wave after wave washed over me as I felt myself drain into her warm mouth. Jeanie sucked air in through her nose, struggling to keep up with her motions as my heavy load filled her mouth.

After several moments, my convulsions slowed and I felt the last few drops slipping out of me. Jeanie lessened her pace but kept her grip tight on my shaft, draining every last bit of me into her mouth. Her relaxed massaging, as my cock slowly flagged, only heightened the intense pleasure of my orgasm. It felt so incredible having her stay with me throughout my entire pleasure, instead of recoiling and pulling away the second I started to cum. It was a remarkably caring thing for her to do, and it made my heart long for her all the more.

Once she was satisfied she'd milked every drop out of me she groaned and looked up at me, holding my eyes with hers, my deflating cock still held gently between her lips. Her cheeks and throat tightened for a moment as she swallowed my load in one big gulp, then she increased her suction gingerly to pull any last remaining drops of cum out of my shaft. She swallowed again a moment later then backed her mouth gently off of my cock, letting the head slip out with a little wet kiss. Hooking her fingers into the waistband of my boxers, she tugged them upward and outward and gently tucked my cock back into them, very tenderly and lovingly, careful to make sure it was nestled safely before pulling my underwear back over it.

Then she slowly sat back in her seat, my hand slipping off her ass as she reclined, and looked at me. I let my head loll to the side against the headrest so that I could see her pretty face. She looked flushed as she brought her hand up and rubbed the corner of her mouth, cleaning the bit of wetness that glistened there. She gave me a little smile and my heart melt. I smiled back.

"Was that good for you, Jim?" she whispered. "I mean, was I good?"

"Good?" I asked, incredulous. "Jeanie, that was unbelievable!"

"Really?"

"Hell, yes. That felt so incredibly awesome. Thank you, sweetie, it was amazing."

She smiled and laughed. "Oh good. I want it to be good for you."

"It was; it was beyond good. You're incredible, Giana."

Again she smiled, but then gave me an inquisitive look. "So can I kiss you now?" she asked.

"Yes, of course, why couldn't you?" I replied.

"I dunno, just if it was weird for you after what I just did..."

"Well, it's not," I declared, and pulled her toward me. Our mouths met and we kissed deeply. She moaned as I sucked her tongue into my mouth. I could taste the pungent saltiness of my own cum lingering in her mouth but it didn't bother me in the least. I didn't find it to be off-putting at all; instead it reminded me of how thoroughly she had satisfied me and actually was quite a turn-on for me.

We kissed passionately for several moments. I could feel Jeanie's desire boiling from her, palpable and radiant. It was like she wanted to crawl over the console that laid between us and devour me. Her hands wandered behind my head and over my chest. I, in turn, pawed at her, letting my hands run over her breasts and down to the small of her back. It was like her blow job only heightened my desire for her and we both wanted to tear one another apart.

After several moments I dropped my head onto her neck and nuzzled against her soft throat. She let her head fall back to give me access to her sensitive flesh. I kissed a wet trail down her throat to her chest, where I buried my face in the cleavage between her firm, perky tits. I kissed the softness of the rise of her breasts as she moaned.

"Mmmmmm, oh god, yes..." she purred. I hooked my hands into the delicate fabric of her blousy dress and pulled it downward to reveal her breasts. Her white bra was delicate and semi-transparent, adorned with a subtle, swirling floral pattern. Beneath it her nipples had hardened into tight little pebbles, straining outward against the taut fabric. Jeanie pressed her hands against the back of my head, urging me downward into her. I could feel the desperation of her desire, her longing for me.

I kissed her nipples through her bra, drawing the sensitive buds into my mouth one after the other, gently nibbling them between my lips and teeth. She squirmed beneath me, her hands running down my back and digging her nails into me. I brought my hands up to her chest and hooked my fingers into the cups of her bra, pulling them downward to release her breasts.

Her dark brown nipples stood proudly, engorged and erect above the olive-colored sea of her skin, as I tucked the cups of her bra beneath her breasts, allowing me full access to her. I took in the sight of her, all sexy and disheveled, her dress and bra yanked down to reveal her nakedness to me, then descended on her nipples greedily. I pulled each into my mouth in turn, sucking them savagely and chewing them gently between my teeth.

"Uuuuunnnnnnhhhhh," Jeanie moaned, as I sucked and nibbled her nipples. She spread her legs and put her left foot onto the console between us, shifting in her seat so that she centered me between her legs as best she could in the tight confines of the car. I immediately ran my hand along her exposed left leg, seeking the soft, warm flesh of her bare thigh. As I caressed her I thought of how close I was to her secret place, that glorious little chasm just inches from my fingertips. I wanted to touch it again so badly. The very thought of it was intoxicating. To feel the wetness of her panties, how soft and plump the flesh was below it, to push aside the fabric and find the slick warmth hidden within.

My passion grew like a fire. Despite the fact that I was still buzzing from the draining orgasm Jeanie had just given me, I felt myself stiffen as I sucked her sensitive breasts and felt the heat emanating from between her legs. "I have to have her;" I thought to myself, "I have to taste her again and give her the same pleasure she gave me."

I broke my mouth away from her breast with a smack and looked in her eyes. As I did so I ran my hand brazenly all the way up her thigh and cupped her mound, giving it a gentle squeeze and feeling the wetness of her panties against my palm. Her jaw dropped open and she groaned huskily in her throat. "Oh yes, Jim," she gasped.

Very slowly, and very deliberately, still holding eye contact with her, I let my head dip down to her left leg, just above the knee. I kissed it gently, then moved up slowly and gave her another kiss. I kept my movements in slow motion, drawing each kiss out dramatically, letting her know exactly what I was doing as I made my way slowly and patiently up her leg. When I made my way to mid-thigh, I came to the hem of her dress and began hiking it slowly up.

"Mmmmmm, Jim," she moaned silkily, "I have one more piece of news for you."

I looked up at her and raised my eyebrows. "Oh really?" I hummed, then placed another soft kiss on her thigh.

She moaned again. "Nnnnnnnnn, yeah, it's just a little bit of bad news. You see it's like this..." I looked up at her again and gave her a little half-grin, wondering what little trick she had for me this time. She was definitely good at keeping me on my toes.

"Remember when I told you I was wearing my sexiest, black lacy underwear for you?" she purred.

"Yeah," I said, expectantly.

"Well... I lied," she said flatly. As she said it she tugged the bottom of her dress up slowly and seductively and revealed herself to me. She wore a pretty pair of white cotton underwear, a match to the bra she was wearing, with an identical, subtle white floral pattern adorning them.

"Actually, these are your lucky undies, Jim," she said, smiling, "the ones I was wearing Easter weekend when you had your little peek up my skirt, Mister Naughty Boy."

My jaw swung open and I gasped, inhaling an awkward gulp of air. Then I began laughing earnestly. I couldn't believe she had remembered that detail from last night, and that she'd thought enough about it to have prepared for this moment. It endeared her to me all the more.

"You're right, sweetie," I said looking up at her, "these are now my official lucky undies. God, they look so damn pretty on you, and they're a thong," I gushed, letting my eyes wander down once again to drink in the sight of her near-naked femininity. She giggled invitingly and squirmed a bit in her seat under my gaze. I brought my lips very slowly to her thigh and gave her a soft, little kiss. "Do you mind if I take a closer look at my lucky undies?" I whispered.

"No, not at all," she whispered back, "they're practically yours now anyway."

"Mmmmmm," I hummed as I kissed her thigh again, this time a little lower, a little closer to her womanhood. "I like that. What a nice little gift." I gave her two more kisses on her warm, naked thigh, each coming ever closer to her sex. "Just let me know if you see headlights out there, ok? I don't want us getting busted."

"Ok," she groaned hoarsely, letting her head rest back against the window and shutting her eyes, preparing for my touch. I smiled knowing how turned on she was, and how ready she was for my attention. I lowered my head once more in earnest and kissed the very inner part of her thigh, just an inch or two from her secret valley. She hissed as she sucked in her breath in anticipation.

I breathed deeply and drank in her scent, the warm honey smell that was Jeanie's alone. Seeing her this up-close I realized that her panties were soaked through down the middle, a thin line of wetness running between the raised ridges of her lips. The sight and smell of her were absolutely intoxicating. I realized in that breath how badly I'd craved this all day, not sure if she'd still want us to be this intimate, or if she would share this precious gift with me again.

Slowly, almost drunkenly, in my lustful swoon, I leaned forward and pressed my lips to her mound. It was moist to the touch and smelled and tasted of an alluring mixture of her heady sexuality and her delicately feminine perfume. I opened my lips and pulled her panties and her plump lips into my mouth, gnawing them gingerly and breathing hot breath against her.

"Uhhhhhhhhh, Jimmmm," she moaned, as I pulled her into my mouth. I began licking her through her panties, savoring the sweetness that had soaked clear through the fabric. I ran long, wet licks over and between her lips, thoroughly saturating her panties with her own juices and my saliva. I could feel my cock twitch to life again as I indulged in this perverse teasing.

After several moments I could wait no longer. I absolutely had to have her. To taste her, to see her naked sex spread open and wet before me. My hunger for her had built to its zenith, this gorgeous creature who until recently was taboo to me. Just Tony's little sister, just a friend. She was as unattainable a fantasy as there could be. So impossible that I dared not even think about it. But now, after last night, after the party and the prom and the lovemaking and our date, now here she was spread beneath me. My sweet impossibility suddenly open and inviting me in. I couldn't resist a single second longer.

I hooked both of my index fingers into the elastic covering her mound. Rather than pushing her panties to the side and indulging myself immediately, I decided to tug them downward and get them out of my way completely.

"Sweetie, I'm going to take these off of you now," I whispered as I gently tugged down on her panties.

She arched her back to lift her bottom up off the seat for me. "Mmmmm, god yes," she hummed, giving me full permission to strip her sex naked. I slipped the thong out from her crack by giving it a little tug, and her panties came free. She pressed her thighs together so that I could pull the panties gently down her legs and over her feet. Once I slipped them off of her I held them up and admired their delicate beauty. Jeanie bit her lower lip watching me as I reveled in the sight.

"My lucky panties," I whispered, smiling. Without a word she leaned forward and ran her fingers into the hair on the back of my head. Gently she urged me forward down into her. I took the hint without hesitation. She wanted my attention. She needed it and craved it just as I had craved it from her. I dropped her panties onto the floor and positioned myself below her as she spread her legs widely again for me.

I ran my nose gently along her sex, nuzzling slightly inside her lips, to feel her warmth and to smell her blossoming femininity. Then I arched my neck up so that my nose pushed into the little forest of her pussy hair growing in a triangle over her cleft, smelling the delicate cleanness of her perfume and letting her hair tickle my nose and upper lip. I gave her mound little kisses through her hair, and gently tugged the wiry strands between my lips. Her fingers squeezed and pulled my hair ever tighter, and I knew her anticipation had waxed to its peak. It was time to tease her no more.

I made a little trail of soft kisses from her mound down to her slit. I hovered above her for a single moment, letting my hot breath warm her labia, and I heard her sucking air in savagely through her nose. She was ready. I snaked my tongue out and ran a hard, wet lick directly between her lips, separating them and plunging into her. A high-pitched squeak escaped her lips as I opened her, letting my tongue push into her between her lips.

She arched her back slightly to allow me better access to her womanhood. I took the opportunity and brought my fingers up to each side of her pussy. I ran my thumbs along both of her lips, and gently pushed them apart, opening up the petals of her little flower before me. I took a single second to admire her pink wetness, her little hole drooling and moist, her clit swollen and erect.

I began running long, soft licks from the entrance to her vagina up over her clit, lapping up her juices and letting them coat my mouth. Jeanie brought her other hand to the back of my head as well, and used both to firmly hold my mouth to her pussy, urging me to continue my ministrations on her sex. She began to buck her hips gently with the rhythm of my licks. Her breath came in ragged gasps.

"Oh... my fucking... god, Jim," she panted, as I continued licking her, slowly increasing rhythm and strength until I was lapping away at her vigorously. After a little while I would let my tongue flick at her clit several times at the end of each lick, stimulating the little nub until it was engorged and throbbing. Soon I realized that Jeanie's body had become taut and rigid as the pleasure within her began to build in earnest. I raised my head for a moment to gaze upon her erotic beauty.

Her eyes were open only in slits to watch me, wondering what I'd do next. She looked so unbelievably sexy lying beneath me, her legs spread widely, her pussy yawning open and soaking wet. Her dress was hiked up to her waist, but the top part was still yanked down, revealing her tender breasts spilling out from her bra, her little brown nipples hard and erect. "Ohhhh Giana," I moaned, seeing her sexiness, "you are so fucking beautiful."

She hummed a little satisfied moan from deep in her throat, but she didn't say anything. Instead she merely pulled my head back down into her, letting me know exactly how she felt. With her urging, I descended once again to my duties and immediately sucked the soft flesh of her clit into my mouth brazenly, holding it steady with suction, and stimulating it with soft, massaging licks of my tongue from inside my mouth. Almost immediately, Jeanie stiffened even further and let a squeal of pleasure ring out.

I held my suction strong and sure on her clit and continued licking it steadily, growing harder and firmer by the second. "Mmmmmmm, oh fuck yes," Jeanie moaned, clamping her thighs tightly onto my head to keep me from escaping. I conceded to her wishes and gave her exactly what she desired. Over and over I licked her engorged clit, massaging it until it felt as though it would explode. Her body began to quiver and I knew what was building inside her. I wanted to draw it forth, to reciprocate and give her a semblance of the pleasure she had given me.

Slowly and gently I brought the index and middle fingers of my right hand up under my chin, and began to swirl them in little circles against the entrance to her vagina. Within seconds they were coated with her slick nectar, so I gently pushed them forward and eased them inside her, barely letting them open her. She was incredibly tight, and I didn't want to force myself into her and cause her any pain or discomfort. I just pushed them into her a little bit, and gently began bending them and digging them inside her.

She groaned again, but I could hear the pleasure in her voice. I knew my goal was to get far enough into her to stimulate her special spot from the inside while simultaneously working her clit, but I'd have to do it slowly. Jeanie hadn't had much experience with this. Last night was the first time she'd made love. So I couldn't force anything too quickly; I had to bring her gradually to her pleasure. To open her slowly and guide her to her release, instead of thrusting it upon her too forcefully or quickly.

Her body began to quiver as I worked her relentlessly. I remembered her passion from the night before, how tentative and unsure she'd been about submitting herself to her own pleasure. I knew I would have to stay with her, to not rush her or try to force anything too quickly. So I settled into a smooth, fluid motion, my licks on her swollen clit in perfect rhythm with my fingers gently rubbing inside her. I curled my fingers in a "come hither" motion inside her, so that my fingertips deftly grazed that little sensitive spot on the roof of her vagina.

"Don't stop, Jim, mmmmmm, please don't stop, baby," she hummed, as her body stiffened. Her quivering was becoming more pronounced, but I looked up at her and her eyes were screwed shut. She licked her lips and pressed them together with purpose. I could tell that this time she had a greater level of trust in me. She wasn't thinking about anything but her own pleasure. She was tight and focused, her hands gripping the back of my head so she could ride her pleasure out on my face. There was no hesitation this time, no wondering how she should handle herself or worrying what this would be like. This time she was intent on her own satisfaction and she trusted me to bring her to it without question.

I bent myself to my task with renewed vigor knowing she was trusting me and losing herself in the moment and her own pleasure. I quickened the pace of my stimulations just slightly, and felt Jeanie's body react in the same instant. For just a moment her body went loose and relaxed and she moaned in pleasure. Then, adjusting to my rhythm, she stiffened tightly once again and redoubled her grip on me with both her hands and her thighs.

Her breathing became heavy and deep, long drawn-out gasps from her nostrils. Her hips began to buck almost involuntarily. "Jimmmmmm," she groaned, "please don't stop, I'm so close, baby, don't stop."

Stopping was the last thing on my mind. I gave her no response but kept my pace strong and deliberate, wordlessly letting her know she could count on me to stay with her and give her the release she so desperately craved. After several moments, her body's quivering became more pronounced until she was actually shaking.

She moaned loud and long and she grabbed handfuls of my hair, holding my face firmly to her swollen sex. Her clit throbbed in my mouth, ready to explode, and her pussy muscles clenched tightly around my fingers. I saw stars as her thighs squeezed my head firmly, and I struggled to drag air in through my nose to breathe.

Just as I thought I could take no more, her dam broke. Her body spasmed several times and she bent stiffly at the waist. But I stayed with her, coaxing her orgasm from her relentlessly. "Unnnnnhhhh, ooohhhhh, I'm cumming," she groaned, "baby, oh fuck, I'm cumming."

Her orgasm washed over her like a tidal wave, stronger than anything she had allowed herself to feel the night before. Her muscles clamped around my fingers like a vice, clenching and unclenching as the spasms of her orgasm wracked through her body. Her juices flowed thick and heavy, coating my fingers and filling my mouth with her tangy, syrupy sweetness.

I swooned for a moment as her orgasm reached its crescendo. I thought of how lovely she was, and of the evening we shared. The funny moments at dinner, our walk together, holding one another and laughing. She was so beautiful, so graceful, so alluring. And now she was more than just my friend. We were lovers. Now I could share in this erotic pleasure with her, and show her this exquisite satisfaction that was washing over her body like waves crashing against a rocky shore. I couldn't believe how incredibly lucky I was.

I stayed with her as her orgasm peaked and then slowly subsided, slowing my rhythm of stimulation so as not to overwhelm her. After several minutes her bucking and heaving eased into a gentle rocking motion of her hips, and she ran her hands over her breasts in happy gratification, squeezing them lightly and letting her fingertips gently tweak her nipples. She moaned lowly and giggled as the waves of her pleasure calmed, washing over her slowly and gently as she came down off her high.

Slowly her body began to loosen and her breathing gradually returned to normal. She let her hands slip out of my hair and relaxed her thighs to free my head from her grasp. I looked up at her and gave her pussy a final nuzzle and kiss, lifting my head up from her crotch. She quivered once more at my kiss and smiled at me.

"Mmmmmm, Jim, that was sooooooo good," she hummed.

"Really? It was good for you, sweetie?" I asked.

"Oh my god, yes, it was incredible. You have no idea."

"I think I have a pretty good idea," I said, laughing, repeating a joke from earlier in the evening. I leaned down onto her chest and she wrapped her arms around me in an embrace. I slipped her breasts gently back into her bra cups and straightened her dress, pulling the shoulderstraps up and hiking the bottom back down, putting her back in order. I nestled against her chest as she ran her fingers gently through my hair.

"I dunno," she giggled, "that was pretty amazing. You're better than me."

"Jeanie," I yelled, kissing her forearm where it hung in front of my face, "are you crazy? You are freaking unbelievable. I'm still like vibrating after what you did to me."

"Vibrating? I'm shaking, Jim. Feel me."

I did as she asked, running my hands up her arms and over her chest. She was right, with every breath I could feel her gently shaking after her exertions and the pleasure she'd reached. I bent down and kissed her neck tenderly. "It's a good shaking though, right?" I asked.

"Yes," she whispered, nuzzling my face into her neck, "a very good shaking." She held me closely and I lay there content, smelling her pretty perfume and her soft hair dangling in my face. Many minutes slipped by and I wished I could stay there with her all night. I knew eventually reality would set back in, but I held onto the moment with her for as long as I could. Her fingers gently stroked my hair as I let my fingertips run along the gentle curve of her neck. It was a lovely moment and it was over far too quickly. After a while I sat up and smiled at her.

"I'd stay here all night if I could, sweetie, but I have to get you back before your curfew," I said, giving her a little conciliatory smile.

She smiled back, looking a bit disappointed as well. "I know what you mean," she said. "I just want to be with you now." She stopped after she said it and put her hand over her mouth. "I'm sorry," she blurted suddenly, "was it weird for me to say that? I'm so embarrassed."

I didn't understand her embarrassment at first, but then I realized why she might feel that way. There was no need for her to feel awkwardly though, and if she knew how I felt she wouldn't feel that way at all. I took her hand away from her mouth and held it in mine. "It's not weird, Giana," I said softly. "I feel the same way, seriously I do. I wish we could hang out and be together all the time. I have so much fun with you and I like you a lot."

She smiled. Not a beaming, ear-to-ear smile, a very simple, happy and contented smile. Her eyes lit up. "Really?" she whispered.

"Really," I whispered back nodding, my tone matter-of-fact and final.

She leaned into me and kissed me softly on the lips. "I like you, Jim. Might not be a newsflash or anything, but I really like you." She kissed me again. I closed my eyes and enjoyed her soft lips against mine, warm and caressing. After a moment I broke the kiss.

"So does that mean I can see you tomorrow?" I asked.

"Yes, definitely," she answered, smiling.

"Ok, I work until the evening but would it be all right if came over to your house afterward? I'd like to talk to your parents and Tony. I want to be honest with them because I really would like to see you more often and I don't think we should sneak around."

"Seriously? That would be great. You're right; I don't want to sneak around either."

"Of course. I don't care who knows that I like you. You're worth standing up for. I just hope your father and brother don't murder me."

"My father won't," she assured me, rubbing my arm lovingly. "Tony... I can't really say what the hell he'll do."

"Yeah, I know," I nodded. "Guess I'll find out." She smiled again at me and leaned in for another kiss.

"I think you're sweet for being willing to take the chance," she said after the kiss, looking me deep in the eyes. I smiled and leaned back in my seat.

"It'll work out, sweetie. It'll all work out in the end. I have a lot of faith in my best friend. But I gotta get you home now or else I might not even get the chance to plead my case tomorrow."

She laughed. We buckled our seatbelts and I drove us home, thankful our fun that evening hadn't been interrupted by a cop or other passersby. Along the way home we joked and laughed just as we had all evening. When I pulled into our neighborhood she told me to just park the car at my house to avoid being seen by her family. I did, pulling into my driveway and shutting down the engine.

We looked at each other and smiled, both laughing nervously at how to end our first official date. She broke the ice after an awkward moment. "Ok, sooooo..." she said, giggling, "I would appreciate you not telling everyone how you got lucky with me on our first date."

I laughed. "No, no, of course not, mum's the word," I said. "Actually, I'm kind of hoping I might get even luckier on our second, so, ya know, my lips are sealed."

She laughed back. "Don't go getting ahead of yourself there, Stillman," she needled, jokingly. "I haven't even agreed to a second date yet, much less what you'll be getting out of it."

"Oh there's going to be a second date, Delvecchio," I joked back. We both had our heads resting on our seats looking at each other. "You're so going to say yes when I ask," I prodded her.

"You think so, huh?" she teased.

"I know so," I said, smiling sweetly.

"And how do you know that?" she asked in a whisper.

"Because you like me," I whispered back.

"Mmmm, maybe I do," she hummed. Then she leaned in and kissed me again, one last time. She held my mouth firmly with her lips, soft, warm and tender. And when she broke away, I found that immediately I missed her. "Good night, Jim," she whispered and started opening her door.

"Wait," I yelled, stopping her, "that's my job." I threw my door open and ran around the back of the car to her door. I opened it and bowed. "You're home, my lady," I said, haughtily.

She stepped out of the car smiling. "Thank you, my good man," she said loftily, taking my hand. Once she was out I swung the door shut and kissed her hand daintily.

"Have a good evening, your highness," I said.

"And you as well, noble sir," she replied.

"I had a wonderful time tonight, Jeanie," I said in my normal voice, getting serious so that she'd know I truly meant it.

"So did I, Jim," she said. "Call me tomorrow?"

"Definitely."

She walked across my lawn and out into the street, making her way several houses up the block to her family's place. My heart skipped a beat when she turned back about halfway and gave me a little wave. I knew I was in deep. This sweet girl who had been a part of my life for so long, a friend who I cared for and looked out for, had now become so much more. She was in my heart. I wanted to be with her, to laugh with her, to hold her, and to know her. But there was a pretty big obstacle in the way of that. She was my best friend's little sister, and I knew it wouldn't be easy to prove to her brother that I only cared about being good to her, and good for her. I didn't know what the next day would bring, but I knew in that moment, as I returned her wave and smiled, that she was all I wanted in the world.

And that wanting grew all the more, when ten minutes later my phone buzzed with a text from her. It read: "Had great time 2nite. U r so sweet. Btw, i left our lucky panties in your car. Enjoy!"

I smiled inwardly as I skipped back down the stairs, grabbed my keys, and made my way down the driveway to the treat waiting for me in my car.