Chapter 1
Dan Lake looked again at his watch, then glanced anxiously at the clock over the mantel, as if that simple effort could somehow make it earlier.
"Damn that punk!" he muttered to himself aloud. "It's nearly one in the morning and he promised me he'd have Jess home before midnight. That's what I get for trusting him ... never again, no sir, not me!"
He got out of is favorite chair and walked across the den, turned on his heels and walked back. With his mind filled with all sorts of awful fears for his only daughter's safety he failed to hear the soft paddling of footsteps at the doorway.
"Pacing the floor won't help" his wife said thickly, her voice heavy with alcohol. She had a drink in her hand just as she always did when she wasn't sleeping off still another drunk.
"Oh, go back to bed, Marie, " he snarled distastefully. She was wearing her favorite nightgown, a faded, cotton garment that might have looked sexy on her five years ago ... before booze and rich foods ruined her once-perfect figure. He shook his head sorrowfully as she turned and walked away, bracing herself on the door as she turned the corner into the bedroom hallway. She had been a damn fine-looking woman, the best of the lot at the small junior college they attended ... and now she was losing it and so soaked with scotch that she never really cared.
"Marie ... did she say anything about where they were going?" he shouted before she was out of earshot.
"Yeah ... the movies!"
He went to the doorway so that she could hear him. "I know that ... but which one?"
"Uh ... the double-feature that has the Beatles movie, wherever that is," she mumbled before sprawling across the bed from side to side.
Dan hurried back into the den and fumbled in the magazine rack for the afternoon newspaper. There it was, a small ad on the last page ... Damn it, they went to the drive-in! Jessica didn't say anything about going there! The drive-in movies are no place for a fourteen-year-old girl ... and especially not with a seventeen-year-old boy!
He started for the bedroom to tell Marie he was going out, but he figured it was just wasted effort. She would probably be passed out by now, snoring wetly on the bed with her empty glass still clutched in her hand.
He fished the keys to his wife's car from her purse, remembering that his was filled with samples for the business trip he was leaving on tomorrow. Closing the front door quietly, he walked briskly to the carport and started the five-year-old station wagon. It sputtered and died twice before he had it running smoothly. His heart was pounding so loudly in his chest that he could feel the heat of his anger surging through his veins ... Damn him if he's done anything to hurt my little Jessica, I'll kill him!
"Awwww, Terry, darling ... that feels so good!" Jessica Lake was sprawled across the front seat, her head resting on her boyfriend's arm and the car door. The screen was flashing brightly with the images of a Sixties Beatles movie and the tiny speaker, inches from her ear, was filling the car with the music of a time she was too young to remember. She was wearing a pair of cut-off jeans with frayed legs that covered only a few inches of her slender suntanned thighs and a denim work-shirt that was tied loosely under the ripening swell of her braless, pert little breasts.
"How about this! " the teenager chuckled, pushing a couple of fingers under the leg of her shorts. She squirmed and groaned as the tips of his fingers almost touched the small pink lips of her young pussy. He could feel the faint, wispy hairs of her sex, the scant few that -rimmed her virginal cleft ... but that was as close as he got.
"No, Terry!" she insisted, pushing his hand away. "We've been over this a hundred times. I just don't want to do it ... not yet. Maybe later ... when I'm a little older!"
"Aw, baby ... you're old enough," the blonde-haired teenager pleaded. "Susan's your age ... and she's been fucking for close to a year!"
The long-haired blonde shook her head, her moist pink lips in a pout of determination. "Uh-uh ... Susan's a slut and you know it. No way, Terry ... it won't work."
There was a moment of silence and then he put his hand on her smooth flat belly. She was bare from the underside of her small, budding titties to the hip-hugging tightness of her cut-offs and she did not stop him as he tenderly massaged the warm, soft flesh of her girlish belly.
"Mmmmm ... now, that's okay," she purred. "And so's this!" She took his hand and placed it on the small, perfect swell of her left breast; he could feel her tiny bud-like nipple hard and anxious against his fingers.
"Man, those are fine little titties!" the older teenager exclaimed, his breath coming faster now as he unbuttoned the front of her shirt and pulled it open. Her breasts were starkly white, in naked contrast to the warm chocolate tan around them, with tiny pink nipples that were hardly larger than dimes. He tweaked one lightly with his thumb and forefinger and she squealed with pleasure.
"Ohhhh! Tha's nice ... mmmmm," she mewled as he ran his opened palm over the pert, swelling mounds of her girlish breasts. He could feel her temperature rising as her flesh glowed against his hand and as he rubbed his fingers crudely over her tits, she whimpered hoarsely, wriggling hotly against him as she sprawled across the seat. Her long, slender legs, tanned and smooth with the firmness of youth, scissored open and closed with the rising heat of her teenage passions!
"Are you feeling anything from those pills?" he asked cautiously. She had not wanted to take them and it had required a lot of fast talking to convince her that they were no worse than a few tokes of "grass". "I-I don't know ... I feel something, but I don't know what it ... is. What were those things, anyway?"
"Quaaludes ... just something to make you calm," he lied.
"What!? I've heard about those things!" Jessica gasped, her eyes wide with alarm. "Those are for orgies! Terry, if you gave me some kind of pill to make me...."
"Aw, be quiet, little girl," he teased. He knew how much she hated to be reminded of her youth. "They won't make you do anything you don't want to do. It's just a real mellow downer, that's all."
The blue-eyed blonde teenager relaxed, settling back against his arm again, still bare-breasted in the soft flickering light of the movie screen.
"Okay ... I guess I'll have to trust you," she said softly, with just a hint of huskiness in her girlish voice. He could see her legs anxiously fidgeting, her bare thighs rubbing together as she squirmed across his lap. He leaned over her and opened his lips around the pear-sized firmness of her breast. She sighed excitedly as his tongue flicked out at the crinkly pink nipple and it throbbed heatedly against his tongue tip as he laved it wetly, circling the budding tip and teasing it with soft, moist licks.
"Ooooohhh, T-Terry ... do that some more!"
"I'll do better than that," he grinned. "Here ... let me move around there."
Jessica watched the boy curiously as he lifted her head and shoulders and, somehow, managed to get from behind the wheel and onto the floor, straddling the hump. The seats were pushed back as far as they could go, but still there was barely room for the slender young man there between the dash and the front seat.
"Terry ... what on earth?"
He eased her down gently so that now she was stretched out on the front seat, her denim shirt spread open and her firm, pink-capped breasts bare and inviting in the pale light.
"Shhh ... just relax and I'll do the rest," he insisted, pushing her shoulders down flat against the seat. "Close those pretty blue eyes ... and I'll take you on a trip, baby."
The half-undressed young girl was still less than reassured-but the stuperous drug was working relentlessly at her defenses and she was content to just sigh pleasurably and lie back across the seat, her long, supple legs excitedly squirming together as her boyfriend leaned over her breasts.
"Awwwww, Ter-ry!" she groaned as he took the whole firmly-shaped little orb in his mouth and sucked on it rousingly, flicking his tongue over her nipple. "I-I like that ... mmmmmm!"
His fingers encircled the pert little mound of her girlish tittie and squeezed it, kneading the soft flesh until she squealed with delight!
"Oh! Oooohhhh, yesss!" she mewled, licking her lips with a frantic swipe of her tongue. Her eyes were closed and her nostrils distended with fast-breathing passion as he kissed and tongued her breasts-first one and then the other in a licking, tonguing rhythm of frenzied arousal!
He licked her over and over again, each time driving her voice an octave shriller until she was squealing incessantly with the frenzied enthusiasm of a young girl. She noticed his momentary pause ... then the teasing lavings of his tongue as he moved down between her pert, budding boobs, along the smooth flatness of her belly to the shallow little hollow of her navel.
"Ummmmmm!" was all she could manage as his tongue dipped into her small, round navel. He licked her there again and again until her belly was damp with his saliva.
"T-Terry ... don't!" she gasped as he unsnapped the top of her cut-off jeans. But this time her hands did not press against his ... and the tone in her trembling voice was less denial and far more desire!
He did not say a word as he unzipped her jeans, though he was sure she could hear his heart slamming wildly in his chest as he glimpsed the crisp, sheer whiteness of her bikini-cut panties and the gently rounded hummock of her teenybopper's pussy ... a small, delicate bump beneath her panties where the warm, pink lips of her cunt lay waiting!
"Lift up a little ... there, "said Terry as he pulled her cut-offs down her long, supple thighs. She kicked them down to her ankles where they twisted and she squirmed her smooth bare legs in naked frustration until he took them off her bare feet and dropped them on the floor.
His hands went to the elastic top of her panties and began, excitedly, to pull them down. He lowered them over her belly until the scant, wispy hairs of her pussy could be seen ... and then the fleshy, moist folds of her sex as her panties dipped over her hips. She raised her firm, girlish bottom cheeks without being asked ... and her panties were off. She felt the cool rush of night air on her naked flesh, but it felt surprisingly good ... since her skin was feverish with unaccustomed passions.
"Y-Yesss ... oh, yesss!" she moaned as Terry suddenly kissed her on the gentle mound of her sex, inches above the untouched secrets of her young pussy. She grabbed at his head without really meaning to and forced his lips lower ... onto the very lips of her cunt!
"Ohhh, Terry---Terry, it's ... wonderful!" she gasped loudly as his tongue electrifyingly brushed over the sensitive, nerve-filled bud of her small, girlish clitoris. She had never known such a sensation ... so wildly intense that it was almost like pain at first, but as he kissed her there again, she could feel the radiating shivers of desire that surged out from her pussy like bolts of summer heat lightning.
"Awww, honey ... kiss me there! Oh, kiss my ... my pussy," she squealed. "It's fan-tas-tic!"
He lifted his face from her moistly sizzling genitals long enough to allow himself a good look. Ever since first laying eyes on this long-legged teeny-bopper, he had wanted to see it ... the almost-hairless little mound of a freshly-formed woman. He could see it easily in the light from the screen the even, moist-rimmed folds of her vagina, the tiny, hardening bud of her clitoris, and the damp, inviting treasure of her virginal pussy-slit!
"Sweeter than honey, Jessica ... man, what a pussy!" he exclaimed. The innocent young blonde girl recoiled at the sound of his lascivious comments ... but she quickly realized, to her dismay, that it only excited her more! He was talking about her, about her own special secrets ... and she loved it!
"Ohhhh, say some more, Terry," she whispered embarrassedly. "Say some more dirty stuff like that ... I like it!"
He was too young to have expected that sort of reaction, and he shook his head in amazement. Never would he have expected the prim and proper little Jessica Lake to ask for such a thing ... but she was proving to be filled with surprises!
"Sure, baby! Anything you say!" he grinned cockily. "I'll talk about your sweet little box all night ... Yeah, it's so nice and pretty and tight, just like I knew it would be. Man, what a nice, tight cunt!" He shoved an inch or two of middle finger into the incredibly tight dampness of her pussy ... and the naked, long-haired blonde giggled with girlish approval.
She heard the metallic sound of his zipper going down, even as his finger wormed its way around the tight-clasping confines of her pussy. He took her hand and brought it to his crotch ... and to the fervid, lust-bloated stiffness of his young cock.
"Jessica...? " That was all he said, but there were a dozen implied questions concealed in that word ... questions he knew that only she could answer.
"Ohhh, Ter-ry!" the young blonde choked. "P-Put it in me ... I want you ... to ... fuck ... meeee!" There was no other sound than the rustling of clothing and the labored, anxious breathing of the two teenagers. Jessica still had her small, trembling fingers tightly wrapped around his stiffness, stroking it without really knowing why. She relented willingly as he pushed her legs, doubling the suntanned beauties at the knee, and nakedly splaying the moist, anxious flesh of her young pink pussy!