Chapter 4
Eight o'clock and she had fifteen minutes before leaving for school.
Jackie realized she must have fallen asleep directly after Mike had left her room last night and now she felt as pleasantly relaxed as she'd been that day last spring after her father had made forbidden love to her. She knew she should feel guilty for what she'd done, but she couldn't bring herself to-nor did she try to decide whose fault it'd been. At least, she wasn't going home-she'd do anything to avoid that! Given the chance she'd let Uncle Mike screw her again, rather than fly back to the eternal cold and boredom, of White Feather.
She thought Billy might have noticed what had happened with Mike the night before; but at breakfast there was no sign that he'd had any idea. She went through the rest of the day as though in a trance. Once, her history teacher caught her daydreaming-but other than that, the morning slipped by fast. That afternoon there was cheerleading and football practice, and that meant driving home with Fred and Bill and Sylvia. From the grandstand where she sat, she had a good view of the school and the surrounding countryside.
Dolan High was constructed on a knoll in the woods behind town. From the ball field over the tops of trees, she could see the three sister lakes pointing south toward the mountains.
It'd already gotten cold, and white puffs of steam came from the ball players' mouth as they ran around the field. She held her pom pom in her lap, waiting for the band to begin practice when Sylvia tugged at her arm.
"You doubling with me and Billy this weekend?" she said.
"Sure. Why not:" said the blonde.
"You look strange. Something wrong, funny face?" Sylvia said.
"I'll be okay," Jackie said. "I stayed up studying late last night. I guess I didn't get enough sleep."
"You look prettier than ever," Sylvia said. There was a slightly disappointed tone in the older girl's voice, Jackie thought, as though she were in some sort of beauty contest with Jackie.
"Thanks, Sylvie," she said.
"Hey-Billy's worried about you. He said you're under an awful strain, being in Dolan for the first time. Maybe you'd just as soon stay at home and watch TV instead of carrying on with us guys every Saturday night.
"Thanks, Sylvie," Jackie smiled..."It's really nice, the way you worry about Billy and me," the blonde said.
"Well, somebody's gotta look out for you. Obviously Helen doesn't."
"Well, that's true," Jackie said, watching Fred miss a pass that Billy'd just thrown at him.
She didn't exchange more than a few words with Billy after they'd gotten into the Plymouth. She let Fred lay his arm around her shoulder in the back seat and when the two couples had parked by the lake she let the dark-haired boy put his hand inside her blouse for the first time and fondle her full firm breasts through her form-fitting brassiere.
Jackie really wanted Billy to see what she was doing-she wasn't crazy about him, as he might've gathered from the way she'd unfortunately reacted last evening in his "clubhouse" apartment, and she wanted him to know it.
It was five o'clock when they'd dropped off the other kids and drove back home. Billy acted very distant and formal, but that was okay with Jackie. There was nothing she could say, either to him or Uncle Mike, whom she ran into as she climbed the stairs to her room.
"No mention to anybody about last night, you understand?" he said.
"Of course not," she said.
"Remember, it was for your own good," he said.
"I'm sure," she almost wanted to laugh, and pushed past him up the stairs.
The blonde closed the door to her bedroom and immediately tore off her skirt and blouse, intending to change into a skirt and sweater, but on an impulse, she pulled off her brassiere and sat down on the chair in front of her dressing table. In the mirror, her pink nipples sharpened rapidly into pebble-hard buds. She reached up and squeezed one breast, massaging the skin back and forth till she could feel little tingles churn through her bulleted nipples down into her tightening belly. When she thought about Billy and Mike and what they did to her, her body responded immediately; a soothing warmth rippled up through her thighs into her moistening pussy.
The young teen-ager got up and walked to the bed, all the while watching the shadow of her curvy silhouette on the wall. She knew she should stop, but she could feel her wetness cuntal lips almost quivering with arousal, and sweat began to trickle down the smooth valley between her ripely jutting breasts.
Sitting up on the bed, Jackie glanced down to the narrowness of her waist, her eyes resting on her lush young hips, her delicately formed child-woman's body bathed in sunlight. Of its own accord, her hand wandered down across her girlish belly to her vaginal mound beneath her white panties. Her fingers pressed for a rapt moment, circling in a generous oval over her wetly distended cuntal lips, then she slid down her bikini panties till they dropped to the floor. She remembered how Uncle Mike had rammed his long hard cock up into her tight little pussy, and a whirl of salacious pleasure erupted in the pit of her belly. Then, breathing heavily, she fondled her wetness cuntal lips, delicately massaging them till their excited moistness covered her hand.
"Aaaaaaaa," the young blonde moaned, squeezing one round full breast in her hand, while the other continued fond stroking up between her slenderly outspread legs. She was experienced at this, from the long nights she'd spent in White Feather, and her erect little clitoris tingled wildly as her fingers rubbed over her wetly glistening vagina: She could see her right breast rocking responsively as she fondled and squeezed the other. With each new stroke at her helplessly turned-on vagina, her entire body trembled with obscene excitement, and she wondered why it'd taken her so long to realize how a man could make a woman feel!
Instinctively, she dropped her hand and with an up-thrust middle finger found her demanding cuntal hole. "Shoooot. So gooood," the blonde sighed, plunging her finger up into the grasping heat of her pussy. Jackie skewered her hand back and forth, using her extended middle finger to fuck eagerly up into her tight vaginal opening. Her aroused secretions rivuleted down her opening thighs and she could feel her clutching cuntal channel dilating with each jab of her taut middle finger, as though it were a mouth sucking lewdly around it!
Abruptly, she stopped. She couldn't let herself continue with this, no matter what had gone on before and how many times she'd done it to herself. It just made what she'd done with Mike and Billy seem worse ... if only to herself ... and she knew it'd be a long time before she touched herself again and felt that familiar skyrocketing release...
Two hours later, she'd had dinner and returned to her room to study, when Helen shouted that Sylvia was on the phone...
She went into Mike and Helen's bedroom and got on the extension.
"Hey-I'm sorry to bug you, but I want to explain what I said at cheerleading practice."
"There's no need to," Jackie was pleased at Sylvia's interest in her.
"Well, I used to date Fred; it wasn't anything serious, but he's a great guy. I don't know if he's had much experience, but he's been bragging to Billy about how he's planned to make love to you."
"No kidding?" Jackie said.
"Maybe you should take it slow. I mean, you haven't had any experience. You might go too far, then you won't be able to stop."
"How's that?"
"Well, you start to pet with a guy, sometimes you really lose control. I know I have. Once I was parked with Billy and he forced me to touch him, know what I mean? He made me do it 'til he actually came in my hand."
"Wow!"
Jackie smiled to herself. She'd done the same thing with Billy, too, and it sounded ridiculous hearing Sylvia talk about it as though she were the only one who'd done it.
"Well, I really enjoyed it," Sylvia said. "I was so excited that I let him touch me, too. Practically right after he started doing it, I came too! It was fantastic!
"Did you do anything else?" Jackie said.
"Not on your life-and if I did, I wouldn't tell you about it," her girl friend said.
"Well thanks for the advice, Sylvie," Jackie said. She looked at her watch. It was after eight, and she still had a lot of studying to do.
Jackie had the feeling that the brunette had something else on her mind about Billy, but she couldn't figure out what it was. Time passed ... and it was an hour and a half later when the two friends finally hung off the line...