Chapter 5
It was dark behind Jamie's house, so Peggy Sue led the way among the flowerbeds and rose bushes. She seemed to know it well.
We stopped beside a gigantic weeping willow and Peggy Sue pulled her hand from mine.
"See that window at the right, on the second floor," she said. "That's Jamie's bedroom."
I glanced up, but the house was so dark it was difficult to make out the windows very distinctly.
"And which one is her father's?" I asked.
"Now, why would you want to know that?" she asked. "You know, I'm not even sure."
"Just an idle question," I said. I put my hand on her shoulder, and squeezed slightly, and she looked up and smiled.
"You say some strange things, Carl," she said, and toyed with another button on my shirt. "like that thing about the shouting and all, when we were up by the hedge. That whole terrible rape thing is nothing to joke about. At least, not around here. You're new and I sure do like you, but you wouldn't want to get off on the wrong foot with people and talk about something like Millie's rape in a way people might misunderstand."
"Millie's rape," I said, "You make it sound like something valuable that belongs to her."
She shook her head. "Now, see, that's exactly what I mean," she said, and unbuttoned the button. "You just can't offend people."
"Am I offending you?" I asked, and stroked her neck, then slid my hand behind her neck and drew her face up close. She took a step, and her breasts moved against my chest, and then her small hands were tickling around my neck and ears, and her breath was warm on my cheek.
"Not yet, Carl," she said, very softly, and directly into my ear, so that her hot, damp breath sent a surge of warmth over my body. "I do want us to become friends, but I'm not quite sure about you."
She bit my ear, and I gasped at the sudden pain. She danced from my arms, her eyes narrowed, her lean, lovely face set and almost grim in the moonlight.
"You like to bite, don't you?" I snapped, but my anger at the pain was offset by the way her teeth had aroused me.
"Sometimes," she said. "I can bite lots harder, Carl. Or I can use just my lips and they're very, very soft. But we were going to talk, remember."
I tried to check my heavy breathing as I stared at her body moonlit in the white linen, and then I had the wild thought of what lay between those slim, smooth thighs. Sweat dropped from my forehead and my ear ached and there was a sexual throbbing of mild pain between my own thighs and I had the wild idea: what if her fantastic lips are indicative of what lies below.
"What are you thinking, Carl?" she asked, as she pulled a leaf from a rosebush. "You've got the strangest look in your eyes."
"I was thinking about you, Peggy Sue."
"And what were you thinking, sir?"
"You're a very attractive lady." My pants were drawn tight between my thighs, and I took a step to relieve the pain they caused. I wanted this little bitch, wanted desperately to make love to her, to tear off that white dress and discover the nature of her treasure, to fondle it and see if it had the same bizarre quality as her mouth. I had no idea of her sexual experience, but after witnessing the incident with Millie, I knew this girl, un-like Jamie, was not innocent, and certainly no "nice girl."
"Well, that's very kind of you, Carl," she said, and picked a yellow rosebud and smelled it. "But from the way you were staring, I had the idea you were thinking of more specific things about me."
"Does it frighten you?"
"Do I seem frightened, Carl?" she asked and held out the rosebud for me to smell.
"No, Peggy Sue, you seem very sure of yourself," I said.
She threw the bud away, and cocked her head up at me. "You met Jamie when she was traveling in Europe, didn't you?"
I ignored the question. "How long have you and Jamie been good friends?"
"Why, for ages," she said. "At least since her daddy started making all that money and they could afford to move out here. You can't help but be friends when you're next-door neighbors."
"And is your father also a good friend?" I asked. "I mean of Jamie's father?"
She shrugged, and looked away. "It's different with men," she said. "I mean, they're both in business and all. They both belong to the Rotary Club, and things like that. Why? What did Jamie tell you about her daddy and my daddy?"
"Nothing," I lied. "And almost nothing about herself. I only knew her a short time. Yes, it was in Europe. In Rome."
Peggy Sue traced a finger over my cheek, then my lips. "Did you come here to well, I mean, are you serious? Or going to get married?"
I kissed the finger, and she moved to me again.
"Aren't you prying a little?" I asked. "That's something between Jamie and me, isn't it?"
She put her arms around me and rubbed her body against mine she smothered my lips in a wet, twisting kiss, and the touch of her hot, moving lips shot over my tense body an electric shock of excitement.
She pulled her lips away, but rubbed her breasts against my chest.
"Is it?" she asked, and stared at me, her eyes wide, the tip of her tongue licking around her maddening lips. "If we're going to be really good friends, Carl, I've got to know. Surely you can see that."
I put my hands on her narrow waist and tried to kiss her again, but she avoided my lips and tongue. Kissed my aching ear as her small fingers stroked my neck, then moved up into my hair.
I cupped her rounded buttocks and shoved her squirming body hard against mine, shoved so tightly until my body was hot and aching against her thighs. Her tongue-tip flicked against my ear, and then her teeth were nibbling very faintly.
"Don't wrinkle my dress, it's brand new," she mumbled into my ear, as I squeezed and fondled the gyrating buttocks.
"We're a little exposed out here, even though it is pretty dark," she said, "if the Meadows came back. Jamie and I used to play house under the branches of this willow tree, when we were little. Just let me get out of my dress."
Peggy Sue stepped away, and her hands shot behind her back to unfasten the dress. My heart raced and I stared at this girl and the thin veneer of rationale about wanting to find out something from her, to help Jamie, was stripped away as she carefully removed the dress.
I knew she was trying to pump me, also, and that if she hated Jamie's guts, she would be getting a great deal of satisfaction out of having me right in Jamie's backyard.
Christ, it was a crummy thing, I mumbled to myself, but then Peggy Sue had the dress off, and she straightened up just as the moon broke from the clouds.
And bitch or awful girl though she was, her deeply tanned body bathed in faint moonlight was irresistible. No amount of feeling for Jamie, or even realization of the dangerously compromising position into which I was putting myself could have eased the searing throb of white-hot desire that pained my sexual parts and made my legs rubbery.
"There now, that's better," she said matter-of-factly, and neatly folded the dress and put it on the grass, then stood up and twisted a mocking, provocative smile on the corners of her sweetly obscene lips as she posed in the moonlight.
Her copper-toned body was highlighted by her vividly white bra and panties and a white garter belt. Her tapered legs flowed up from her white, high-heel shoes, sleek in her stockings, and her smooth, golden upper thighs were vivid contrasts with the starkly white garter belt and lace-trimmed bikini panties.
The thighs glistened faintly with sweat, and I sucked in my breath as I stared at the unusually large bulge against the thin silk of the panties.
I glanced over the flat stomach and narrow waist to the large breasts which nearly spilled from the frilly white bra. Her lips were slightly parted and her eyes wide.
"Well, silly, say something," she purred, and pivoted slowly on her toes. "Or maybe you don't like me."
"Baby, I like you a lot," I said. "You've got some body."
"I love to be sweet-talked," she said.
"What else do you love, Peggy Sue?" I gasped, as I reached for her.
But she moved away. "Come on, where no one can see us, Carl," she said. And then, I swear to God, she giggled.
That nearly broke the mood, but she took my hand and led me through the willow leaves. The low dripping leaf-covered limbs fell away from the trunk to create a small enclosed area big enough for us to stand up.
She leaned against the trunk and put her arms around me, and as I kissed her fiercely, she wrapped a leg around my thigh, and I slid my hands over her buttocks and jerked her hard against my screaming body.
Her tongue slithered through my lips, and tickled the roof of my mouth, worked in fantastic ways while her burning, wet lips sucked at mine and her nails scratched my neck and back beneath my shirt.
She bit my tongue-tip and when I gasped, she giggled again, and licked my tongue with hers, and her thighs worked in a maddening rhythm against my body, and all this time my hands clawed at her squirming buttocks.
Then, gasping for breath, my face scarlet I pulled away, and ripped off the thin patch of material that imprisoned her breasts.
It was pitch black and I could not see the huge mounds, but I fondled and squeezed them until the large, flat nipples hardened, and then I lowered my head to kiss and lick and suck the breasts and nipples. And finally, I showed Peggy Sue I could bite too.
But she only groaned softly, and worked the breasts in my mouth, while her nails scratched at my neck and shoulders.
I was dangerously hot now, my sexual nerve ends aching acutely, and Peggy Sue was kissing, sucking and tonguing my mouth and tongue in ways that would have been envied by well-known and very expensive hookers in Paris or Rome.
But when I tried to lift her by her undulating buttocks and lie her down, she tore her lips away and her slim, hot body stiffened.
"No, Carl," she muttered, and tried to free herself from my hands. "No, dammit. Let me go."
"Christ, what are you doing?" I snorted, as anger for an instant overcame my lust and I realized that despite the way she came on and her expert kissing and the scene with Millie, who might indeed be a virgin-and nothing more than a little tease.
"Let me go," she said, with an edge of desperate bitterness on words."
I released her and cursed aloud, because I dared not try to force her in any way. But I had never been hotter in my damn life.
So I stood there beneath that stupid willow tree behind Jamie's house and snorted out my breath and then I heard Peggy Sue giggle again, and I came close to hitting her, despite the consequences.
"Why, you didn't think I'd go all the way, did you?" she asked. "Why, don't you know a nice girl never goes all the way, until she's married, Carl?"
I didn't trust myself to speak, and turned to storm out from the tree.
But she grabbed my arm, rather roughly and with surprising strength.
"Boys have to be satisfied and all, Carl," she said. "I know that, silly. A nice girl like me couldn't make love, darling. But as long as I don't go all the way, there are other ways I can satisfy you. That is, if you really like my lips an awful lot, Carl."
I swallowed and blood pounded at my temples as I turned again. "Jesus, of course, I love your lips, Peggy Sue," I said, weak in the knees from excitement and the hint of what she was promising. "Believe me, I've been around, and I've never seen a girl with a mouth as lovely or provocative as yours. And believe me, baby, you can kiss better than anyone I've ever known."
"Even old Jamie?" she asked, as her fingers slid along my belt, and started unfastening the buckle.
"Even Jamie," I said.
"Now, Jamie and I are friends and all," she said, and tugged the pants loose and very slowly lowered the zipper. "But I just don't agree that a boy you really like ought to have to suffer after petting. I mean, as long as you remain a nice girl and don't go all the way. But old Jamie, well, she used to think differently, as you probably know."
"What do you mean, used to?" I asked, then grunted as a slender finger poked through my shorts to tickle my stomach.
"Oh, did I say that?" she asked, as she tugged down my pants and shorts and sank to the ground. A slip of the tongue."
She giggled at her joke, then kissed my thighs and my lower stomach, hot, wet kisses punctuated by her tongue, and her nails left tiny trails of sharp, hot pain across my buttocks. I squirmed and grunted and dug my fingers into her silky hair. My head was thrown back and my legs slightly bent, and when Peggy Sue's lips first brushed my stiff, aching prick, I whimpered and my entire body quivered.
She sucked very slowly, with a mouth hot as an oven, her tongue subtle and maddening, her teeth scraping faintly.
I dug my fingers deeper into her soft hair as her tongue lashed back and forth over the sensitive knob, lashed and tickled to drive me to a point of madness.
I heard myself groaning aloud again and again as those lips made a journey up-hotter now and wetter now-and then the return journey. And the tongue, God that tongue worked on the knob, like delicate sandpaper, and my body seemed composed of a thousand thin exposed wires burning from my aching nipples, through my stomach, and over my thighs into my prick, which could barely endure the agonizing ecstasy of her lips and tongue.
And when her teeth scraped the knob and she nibbled and bit softly a few quick times, I whimpered like a child.
Abruptly, she pulled her mouth away.
"Now, old Jamie didn't do this for you, did she?" she asked, in a calm, deadly voice.
"God, no, Peggy Sue, don't stop," I babbled.
She kissed my prick softly, tenderly, clawed my buttocks and then my thighs, licked around the knob a couple of times, while I stood there with my legs spread, my knees ready to buckle.
"Carl, when Jamie wrote you to come, what reason did she give?"
"She said she desperately needed help," I gasped without thinking.
"What kind of help, darling?" she asked softly.
I tried to pull her head forward again, but she would not move it. However, she traced a sharp fingernail along my prick, and I gasped at the sensation.
"Christ, she didn't say, I swear," I babbled.
"Cross your heart and hope to die?" she asked in a little girl voice.
"Dammit, yes," I muttered.
She giggled and leaned forward. And she kissed and bit and licked and sucked to pull from deep inside me a depth of building climax I had seldom ever known, sucked me fiercely with expert lips and pain-giving teeth, until my prick was so raw with desire I could hardly endure it.
Yet when the climax came, the pain and rawness were so sweetly scalding and brought such an ecstasy of release, that I closed my eyes and thrashed my head back and forth and whined again and again as the very depths of my sexual being flowed forth into her mouth.
I stumbled back against the tree trunk, but she scurried up.
"I've got to scoot home, darling," she said, in a matter-of-fact voice, as though she was late from a bridge party.
"Christ, how can you stay calm?" I gasped, as I fought for breath.
"Oh, a nice girl can always control herself," she said. "But I'm perfectly satisfied, Carl. There are ways a nice girl can satisfy herself. You just weren't in any condition to notice, silly."
I heard the leaves rustling as she went out. It took me a couple of minutes to calm myself enough to get dressed and walk outside. She was just fastening her white linen dress.
"Listen, you give me a call, you hear," she said, and pecked at my cheek. "Even when Jamie comes back, you call me up, Carl. But now, I've simply got to run."
And run she did, that awkward, ridiculous run girls have in heels, her white dress ghost like in the dim moonlight. And then she was gone through the hedge.
Weak and drenched with sweat, I dragged myself to the car. I'd never had a more unique or bizarre night of sex than with this little bitch, and it was frightening how hot she had gotten me and how much I'd wanted her. Or how easily she'd gotten from me the information she wanted about Jamie's letter.
But I was too drained and exhausted to care about anything but falling into bed.