Chapter 2
A lot can happen when you're sixteen, have moved into a new town, and are making new friends. The next few weeks Jackie spent all her free time with Billy and Sylvia and their crowd. The drive-in was a new experience for the backwoods girl, who was new to almost everything. She went with Billy and Sylvie on a blind date to the Skyview where they saw The Love Bug and her cousin and his girl friend necked in the front seat of his Plymouth.
The curly-haired boy, Fred, who was Jackie's date, grinned constantly-at God knows what, Jackie thought. He managed to urge a kiss out of her and tried to feel her full young breasts, but though she'd have liked to do more, she knew enough not to go too far on the first date.
By way of Sylvie's encouragement, she'd gone out for cheerleading at Dolan High, and not too surprisingly-because of her good looks-she was accepted on the varsity squad, which meant attending football games in distant parts of the state.
Billy and Fred played quarterback and center positions, respectively, and were always around when the cheerleaders practiced. Jackie had never felt so much a part of a group as she did evenings after the workouts, when they all piled into Fred's Ford or Billy's Plymouth and went out for malts or parked by the lake.
It was now a month since she'd arrived in Dolan; so much had happened that she'd almost forgotten the problems she'd left with her dad. Helen was obviously still drinking and carrying on with Andre, who dropped by regularly, especially Tuesday evenings when Uncle Mike went to committee meetings.
Jackie didn't approve of Aunt Helen's carrying on, and she decided she didn't want to have anything to do with the affair, if she could help it. Following the first time she'd seen her aunt and the contractor making lewd oral love behind the house, she'd decided to keep her distance from the older woman.
The subject of Helen and Andre came up with Billy one afternoon. Jackie walked from school with Billy and Sylvie, and after they'd dropped the brunette at her home on High Street, Billy said:
"Sylvia's my kind of girl. She's no prude, but at least she's trustworthy-not like Mom."
"Your mother's okay," the blonde said, unsure whether she should join in the compliment of Bill's girl friend or the put-down of his mother.
"You know Mom drinks, but did you ever wonder about her and my father?"
"They don't seem to see each other too much."
"They sure don't," the boy said. "Pop's always going to his damn meetings."
"I guess he's real important," she said.
"Yeah, and pretty unimportant around the house!"
"Does Uncle Mike know anything about Andre?" she said.
"He must suspect something. But as long as things keep cool, and the whole town doesn't find out about it, it's okay with him."
"You mean, he really doesn't care?"
They'd come to the block where the St. Johns lived, and the boy crossed the street ahead of her.
"That's it. He'd probably like to get a divorce, but Dolan's a small town, and it'd screw up his law practice. Pop's running for State Senate next year, and his rep's at stake."
It was getting dark, and the autumn-red maple leaves caught the light of the setting sun and reflected it softly across the wide lawns. Jackie followed Billy up to the house. Before they'd gotten to the porch, they glimpsed Andre sitting in the living room, his back to the window: Billy abruptly swerved across the yard to the garage where he lived in his "clubhouse" apartment.
"YOU WANT TO COME UP?" he said, nodding to the second floor reconverted servants quarters above the garage.
"Okay," she followed him across the lawn.
"Andre makes me sick,! ' he said, cutting through the garage and up the stairs to the second floor.
"Me, too!" She stepped onto the landing behind him, and followed him into the large low-eaved room. "I can't see how she stands him. Even if he is handsome."
Though she'd once called up to get her cousin for dinner, she'd never seen the inside of his "clubhouse" that he'd moved into last Spring. It was luxuriously furnished by her standards, and she was impressed by his wall of books with interesting titles. A wall-sized poster of bare-chested Greg Allman hung above stereo components. There was a low coffee table surrounded by pillows in front of a large window which looked out on a park-like setting: last sunlight slashed through the woods behind the St. Johns' backyard...
"When I was eleven, I fixed the place up into a clubhouse, then last winter I was gonna move into a commune with some guys, but Dad couldn't dig it. So I moved in here, permanently, I guess. It's kind of a compromise. Pull up a pillow," he gestured to the cushions on the floor around the table.
"I kind of like it ... your place I mean," she said.
"Well, it's better than living in the house. I try to stay clear of Dad and Mom" ... I mean, they're my parents, but I really don't feel like most kids do about their mother and father..."
"It's sort of the same with me," Jackie said.
"It must've been rough-living alone with your pop in that old trailer," Billy said.
"It sure was. That's why I'm glad to be in Dolan with you and Uncle Mike and Aunt Helen. Compared to where I lived before, this is heaven!"
"I bet," Billy said agreeably.
"I mean, it's kind of hard for me, getting used to a big town after living in that logging camp since I was ten. When Mom was alive, we used to take trips down to Bangor. But my father never leaves, except when he works the potato harvest in Aroostook County."
"You ever go out on dates or anything?" he said.
"Hardly," she giggled.
"You mean, you never kissed a boy...? "
"Yes," she said, blushing. "But not very often."
Billy laughed. It was obvious the two of them were going to get along very well, Jackie thought; already after knowing him a short while she was telling him things about herself she'd never dared say to anyone back home.
"God ... it's hard to believe anybody could live like that," Billy said.
"The only way we could leave was when a passenger plane landed on the air strip near the camp once a week. Now that there're snowmobiles, it's a lot easier to get around in winter," she explained.
"You ever seen any movies or TV?" Billy asked.
"We had closed-circuit TV for a while, and on Saturday nights they'd show movies in the school," Jackie said.
"I used to think you lived up in the north in an igloo-like the Eskimos. Isn't that weird?" Billy said.
"Well, the camp's not far from here. About two hundred miles through the mountains, but it's hard to get to, and they're no roads."
"You dig rock music?" Bill shoved a tape in the deck.
"It's all right." '
Jackie glanced casually around the clubhouse. Across from them, Billy'd bought a "Leatherette" sofa which must have taken several of his allowances. "Nice place you got here," she said again.
"You ever seen dirty pictures?" he said.
"Why ... no, I don't believe so," she said, blushing. "No anything really ... well, you know."
"They're lots of fun to look at," he said.
It suddenly dawned on Jackie that he was going to show her some. Giving a slight laugh, he reached under the table and pulled out a manila envelope that he'd taped to the underside. Still grinning at her, he removed the strips of tape and opened the envelope, sliding a sheaf or photographs into his hand.
In spite of her embarrassment, Jackie leaned forward curiously, then abruptly drew back. But she'd looked long enough to see the color picture was of a naked brunette who was lying on her back on a bed, her legs thrust slightly apart, while down below, she drew apart her sparse-haired vaginal lips with her two prying hands. Jackie couldn't tell if she was obscenely touching herself or waiting for some man to fuck into her openly displayed vagina ... but she looked like she was going to cum at any second!
"You know, you've got a very sexy body, too," Billy said. "But I bet you still have to learn how to use it."
Dropping the pictures on the table, he suddenly reached up and tugged playfully at her long blonde hair. Abruptly, his arm slipped around her shoulder and he pulled her a little closer to his side.
"Hey!" she jerked away from him.
"I figured you'd do that!" he said. "Christ, I just wanna kiss you!"
Suddenly, he was drawing her face to him with one arm wrenched around her neck so she couldn't pull back. Their lips met softly and his tongue pushed against her closed mouth until, abruptly, it thrust inside.
Jackie moaned and tried to pull her mouth away from his lips, but whichever way she swayed, her fearfully quivering breasts pressed like small swelling balloons against his chest.
"Help. I can't breathe," she moaned. His tongue seemed to be thrusting all the way to her throat.
"Okay," he released her. "Say, that wasn't bad."
"You're crazy," Jackie said, trying not to show she was a little flattered by Billy's attention. "You can't kiss your own cousin!"
"You certainly are the cool type, aren't you?" he answered. "I like that."
"Well, I'm glad," Jackie said. "But I'm leaving."
"No, don't do that! Look ... you haven't seen all the pictures!"
"Well, thanks for showing me your place," she began gathering her books from the coffee table when Billy wrapped his arm around her shoulder and snapped her to him so that she was facing him again.
"Please let me kiss you one more time," he said.
A grin brightened his features as he tightened his hand on her shoulder. Abruptly, he kissed her wetly on the mouth, forcing his tongue between her lips till it tickled softly against her own.
"I've got a report to do for tomorrow," Jackie finally managed to push him away.
"We're having a great time. Hell, you can do your report later."
Although she squirmed and weaved, it was impossible to shove him away. Leaning against her, he began avidly nibbling on her ear, and little tingles went down her neck as his searching tongue traveled lightly over her prickling flesh. Now he was kissing her neck and shoulders while his free hand slipped hotly up and down her trembling arms....
"No, stop it, please! Is this what you normally do when you get a girl out here in your clubhouse?" she demanded angrily. Somehow, she didn't really believe this was happening to her. It seemed ridiculous to be struggling with her own cousin!
"But I really like you, Jackie!"
"I bet!"
Suddenly, Billy reached directly forward and squeezed one of her resilient young breasts and Jackie twisted back, striking her head on the windowsill.
"OW!" she winced at the pain.
Swiftly, he pulled her again to him. Billy was obviously too aroused to be reasoned with and suddenly she was afraid. "Help! Help!" she said in a quavering voice. "Oh, please let go of me!"
"Just let me see your breasts," he pleaded, grabbing her arm and holding it so tightly she fell forward with her head on his shoulder. Any move she made only increased the pain in her arm.
Giving her a triumphant grin, Billy grasped at her sweater with his other hand and eagerly began undoing the small buttons, but had trouble with them. In his youthful exasperation, he inadvertently tore her sweater down to the third button, exposing the lush white curves of her young brassiere-clad breasts to his lewd gaze.
"No...! " She wanted to cover herself, but couldn't because of his arm around her shoulder, holding her rightly in place beside him.
Billy slowly inserted his free hand inside the stretching cup of her lacy white brassiere, sliding his entire hand inside till it completely cupped her quivering mound. Lasciviously, he began fondling her full round breast, stroking back and forth over her soft firm skin until her pertly distended nipples jutted up under his palms like small pink gem-stones. In spite of herself, Jackie could feel a strange weakening in her belly ... Her father had touched her breasts only that once and she wasn't sure she liked the strange sensation of having her sensitive nipples teasingly brushed! "Let me go!"
"Hey, Jackie, I wanted to do this since I first saw you," the teenager said. Before she knew what was happening, he loomed forward, pushing her down flat on the cushions. She hadn't yet recovered from the surprise of this further assault when his devouring mouth clamped wetly over her own-his hand struggling beneath her to the back clasp of her brassiere. Seconds later, he was pulling her unclasped brassiere and her sweater off her shoulders and down her arms.
"Geez!" he breathed in the stillness as he took in the dual milk-like orbs of her naked young breasts, standing youthfully out from her body fully exposed to his gaze.
"Oh ... for God's sakes..."Jackie gaped down at her naked breasts lewdly swaying and jiggling as she tried to pull up away from under her cousin. She squirmed helplessly on the cushions as Billy fastened his mouth around one bulleted little nipple. She could feel it helplessly distending as he sucked and nibbled salaciously, swiping his tongue in rapid wet circles until an unwanted licentious feeling fluttered through her tightening belly.
"God..., " Billy gasped, finally lifting his head.
"Stop staring at me," Jackie said, suddenly wresting one arm free and trying to cover her exposed breasts.
"C'mon, Jackie ... I don't want to be rough," he grabbed her hand.
"Oh-NOOO!" she tried to keep her hand up protectively, but he was guiding it to his excitedly straining jeans. "Noooooo ... pleeeeeeeeeease!" she managed to make a fist, but his grip on her wrist grew vice-like ... painful! "Ow ... you're hurting me," she said and let her hand go limp. She looked down and saw the lewd bulge of his erect penis rearing up under his jeans like a long trapped snake. God ... she thought, he's going to make me touch him ... she'd done that for a few seconds with her father, but she never thought she'd ever do that with any other person-especially her own cousin.
"Oh, Christ, just a second," Billy panted, propping up on one elbow to unzip his fly and loosen his belt. His long young cock appeared, thrusting out his jockey shorts from his open jeans' fly in a tent-like shape ... He struggled with his jeans and shorts for a moment till he'd pulled them down to his thighs, and the sight of his slender young penis just inches away from her hand made the inexperienced young girl go hot and cold with fear. What did he think he was doing? She'd never seen a boy's excitedly erect penis before. It wasn't as big around or as long as what she had seen ... but she found herself fascinated by it.
Jackie's eyes bulged wide as he pulled back his loose foreskin, exposing his round, purplish cockhead. She was surprised at the knob-like dimensions of his cock-head, and it's small opening seemed to be staring up at her salaciously hypnotizing her-and there was a tiny white drop of secreted lubricant seeping out of the hole. She could see thin blue veins webbing the underside of his slender cock-shaft, running the entire length of his aroused penis.
"Please, reach down and touch my cock," he said.
"Billy ... you're crazy. I can't! I can't!" she cried.
"C'mon. Hold my cock in your hand. You'll like it. All the girls do this."
"I don't ... this is-I've never been so..."
"Then I'll just make you!" he grinned, guiding her hand down to his stiffly erected penis and slowly grazing her fingertips against the blunt tip-end.
"No!" She tried to pull her hand away. His penis felt warm and stone-hard. She could see his pulsating flesh-pole jerk visibly at her light touch, expanding up against her trembling fingers. "Now wrap your fingers around it ... nice and gentle, and then jerk on my prick-nothin' to it," he said. "C'mon. Do it!"
Billy's grasp tightened on her wrist, till the discomfort forced her hand open. The biting pain became unbearable, and to oblige him she clasped her fingers limply around his quivering shaft. She heard his instructions, but she still wasn't exactly sure how to do it. "All right. Just to get it over with," she gulped and began squeezing and massaging his wildly throbbing cock-head until she could see his clear pre-cum shining on her fingers.
"Move your hand down farther. That's right! Now bend down and suck my cock!"
"Ohhhhhhh. . .NO!" she tried to pull away again, but he forced her hand to continue jerking up and down on his blood-engorged penis.
"Man, why're you being so dense! All the kids do this! Suck it!"
"Don't speak to me that way. It's horrible," she swallowed deeply, and felt tears welling up in her eyes.
"Well, I don't mean to be ... mean," he admitted.
"Then let me go!" she gazed down in horrified fascination at his thinly veined cock pulsing in her hand. "I don't want to do this."
"Well, we'll arrange a little cocksucking at a better time ... when you're more experienced. But don't stop jerking me off now!"
"Oooooh. You're going to be sorry!" Jackie threatened. But suddenly she realized that he had taken his hand away from hers, and that, nevertheless, she kept stroking up and down on his youthfully erected member. Now she squeezed with her thumb and forefinger in a tight ring around his foreskin, bringing the sliding skin up almost to his bulgingly swollen cock-head. Billy's loins gyrated beneath her pumping hand, rocking rhythmically back and forth in time with the massaging of his throbbing penis. His young balls tickled her wrist with their slight thatch of hair, and his thighs slapped against her forearm.
"I've got to stop ... pleaaaaaase!"
"You can't stop jerking me off now!"
"Oh God!" Jackie cried, feeling tears on her cheeks. She tightened her fingers over Billy's bonehard cock, and began pulling on it with longer, smoother strokes. What a nightmare! She just wished it would end, and the only way to make it end was to do what he wanted-to get it over with as quickly as possible. Then, jerking on his cock faster, she saw his lengthening flesh-staff swell to even greater proportions, growing ever longer as it burst each time through her cupping hand. Wet smacking sounds from her hand slapping down against his groin echoed dully through the room. Bitter defenseless tears spilled down her cheeks, streaming onto her nakedly jiggling breasts. She had never felt so humiliated in all her life.
"Shit! That's it! Billy moaned. "Now hold it tighter!"
Abruptly, he reached for Jackie's shoulders and drew the half-naked girl to him..."Kiss me. Tongue-kiss me," he said, clamping his hand on her swaying breast.
It was too late to deny him now. Hesitantly, she thrust her tongue into his mouth, and Billy sucked on it, sending racing chills across her taste buds. Then he plunged his own tongue through her wetly parted lips, pushing his tongue lewdly in and out of her mouth as though he were mouth-fucking her with a small erect penis.
"Ooooooooh, that's nice," Jackie heard herself moan.
"Oh, Christ, here I cum!" Billy grabbed her other hand and shoved it down to his bobbing testicles. Jackie fondled the nearly hairless skin tentatively with gently soft caresses that she sensed sent him into an uncontrolled frenzy. "Shit! Christ!" he groaned. He was almost there!
"Jesus!" Suddenly, he gasped.
Billy's cock leapt in her moving hand, and began its staccato explosion of white-hot sperm over her delicately gripping fingers. The thickly spurting liquid dashed up like milky lava from an erupting volcano and splashed wetly over her squeezing fingers and down across her wrist.
Jackie continued to pull fervidly on his generously ejaculating cock not really knowing what she was doing till, abruptly, there was a knock at the door, shocking the two young teenagers out of their rosy dream world. Billy leapt up from the couch beside her, frantically pulling on his shorts and slacks, then Jackie heard Uncle Mike muttering outside.
"Christ, it's my father," Billy said.
"What should I do?"
"Well, damn it, put on your brassiere and blouse!" he almost shouted.
"I want you to know I've been listening here for quite some time! And I'll be waiting for the both of you downstairs," Mike's voice echoed angrily through the stairwell, then there was the loud sound of his footsteps descending.
When Jackie'd gotten hurriedly dressed and came down through the garage, she practically bumped into Uncle Mike, who was standing in darkness in the middle of the lawn. The older man said he'd talk to her in the house and she left him there still waiting for Billy to come down.
Jackie's heart beat wildly as she raced toward the house. She hoped Uncle Mike wasn't so mad he'd send her back. It wasn't her fault all this had happened, but now it looked like she'd destroyed the biggest opportunity of her life.