Chapter 6
Eight o'clock and there was still fifteen minutes before she had to leave for school.
Jackie realized she must have fallen asleep immediately after Mike had left her room last night and now she felt more relaxed than she could remember being in her life. She knew she should feel guilty for what she'd done, and she did-but at least, Mike hadn't said anything about sending her back home-she'd have done anything to avoid that!
She thought Billy might have sensed what had happened with his father the night before; but at breakfast there was no sign that he had any suspicions. She went through the rest of the day in a trance. Once, her history teacher caught her daydreaming-but, other than that, the morning slipped by fast enough. That afternoon there was cheerleading and football practice, and afterwards-since Billy had the car-she would ride 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 built on a knoll in the woods behind town. From the ball field over the tops of trees, she could see the three sister lakes jutting south toward the Black Mountains.
It'd had already gotten cold, and white puffs of steam came from the ball players' mouths as they ran around the field. She sat holding her pom pom in her lap, waiting for the band to begin pracitce when Sylvie 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 late studying 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 your aunt Helen doesn't."
"Well, that's true," Jackie said, watching Fred miss a pass that Billy had just thrown to him.
She didn't exchange more than a few words with Billy after they had 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 excited dark-haired boy put his hand inside her blouse for the first time and he eagerly fondled her full firm breasts through her form-fitting brassiere.
Jackie really wanted Billy to see what she was doing. The way she'd reacted last night in his apartment; she was afraid he'd get the idea that she had a crush on him or something!
It was five o'clock when they'd dropped off the other kids and drove back home. Billy acted very distant and embarrassed, but that was okay with Jackie. There was nothing she could say after what had happened yesterday.
It wasn't that she was mad at Billy-she just felt terribly confused and needed time to sort out her emotions. She knew she should leave, she just couldn't imagine staying in a house like the St. John's. But she knew that returning to Katahdin would mean spending her high school years in a drab lumber camp, whereas living in Dolan was everything. She might even get a chance to go to college if she continued doing well in school. Besides, she remembered how nice it'd been-in spite of her initial terror-with both Billy and Uncle Mike.
"Well, I'm taking the Plymouth down to get it washed," Billy waved to her as they crossed the front lawn.
Jackie nodded absentmindedly and entered the house, meeting Mike as he came down the stairs.
"No mention to anybody about last night, you understand?" he said. "'Course not."
"Remember. It was for your own good," he said piously.
"I'm sure," she almost wanted to laugh.
"But again, please don't say anything." He really looked worried and for a moment she felt like teasing him about it.
"But what you did to me. You were just punishing me, weren't you?" she said sarcastically, and pushed past him up the stairs.
Once she was in her room, Jackie felt a hot flush of exhilaration come over her. She realized that in spite of how much she disliked Uncle Mike, she was drawn to him sexually if she liked it or not.
She closed the door to her bedroom and immediately tore off her skirt and blouse, intending to change into jeans and a sweater-but, on an impulse, she pulled off her brassiere and sat down in the chair in front of her dressing table. In the mirror, her pink nipples sharpened rapidly into pebble-hard buds. She thought of the way Mike had spanked and then fucked her, suddenly feeling gusts of arousal surge through her belly.
It'd been the first time for her to even touch a man's cock-both Billy's and Mike's-and her body felt electrically alive. She just had to do something about it; as much as she disliked the idea of touching herself, it seemed the only alternative to burning up like an exposed live wire.
Jackie 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 had done to her, her body responded immediately. A soothing warmth rippled up through her thighs into her moistening pussy, and she wanted to feel the same way again.
The young blonde 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 wettening 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 youthfully flaring hips, her delicately formed child-woman's body bathed in sunlight. Of its own accord, her hand wandered down across her girlish belly to the vaginal mound beneath her white panties. Her fingers pressed for a rapt moment, circling in a generous swoop 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 wettening cuntal lips, delicately massaging them till their slippery moistness covered her hand.
"Aaaaaaaaa," the young blonde moaned, squeezing one round full breast in her hand, while the other continued its fond stroking up between her slenderly outspread legs. She wasn't experienced at this, but soon her erect little clitoris tingled wildly as her fingers drubbed 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 aroused vagina, her entire young body trembled with eager excitement, and she wondered why it had taken her so long to realize how a man could make a woman feel!
Instinctively, she dropped her hand and with an upthrust middle finger found her demanding cuntal hole. "Ohhhhhh. So goood," 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 flowing secretions rivuleted down her opened 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 tightly around it!
Abruptly, she stopped. She couldn't let herself continue with this, no matter how much she had enjoyed last night. It just made what she'd done with Uncle Mike and Billy seem worse, if only to herself.