Jeany didn't especially want to date Hank Butterfield.
He wasn't rally a bad guy, but she didn't click with him too well. In fact he bored her. But since her mother had finally agreed to let her have one date a month, she'd let the lanky boy understand that she was now available and ready to go out. A girl couldn't be too choosy on her first date.
It took Jeany almost an hour to dress. Not counting her bath. She was in a state of nervousness rivaled only by her eagerness to get out of her parent's house and be on her own for a change. But what made it worse was the fact that her period was about to start. She'd seen a tiny spot of blood on her panty crotch that evening. It wasn't really flowing yet so she hated to wear a Kotex. She'd picked out a silky, red dress that showed off her young body to best advantage. If she had to wear a sanitary belt underneath the whole illusion would be spoiled. She wasn't out to excite Hank, but she wanted him to appreciate her attributes. And she hoped that she might get a little cuddling and kissing in. A Kotex would only put a damper on things. After all, it wasn't really sinful for a girl to enjoy a little feeling from a guy nowadays. And one of her friends had passed the word that Hank Butterfield was better than most when it came to gentle petting. This same friend swore that she'd been brought to orgasm three times in one evening. And never once had her panties off. Hank seemed safe and sane for a virgin. And Jeany wasn't so sure she wanted to give up that status after her run-in with her Uncle Bill and her very own brat her. She was still shaky about how close Rick had come to actually doing it to her.
With the red dress on and her hair combed, she examined her profile in the mirror. Her small tits were firm and high and the dress gave them every bit of help possible. She slipped her feet into sexy undies and brushed her teeth for the third time. Hank was five minutes early.
"I thought we'd go to a movie," he suggested, trying to start his beat up car. This was fine with Jeany. She was out on a date! That was all that mattered. And Hank looked pretty good to her tonight. He'd put on a pair of clean jeans and a sharp shirt and taken a little extra time with his hair.
There was the usual line of cars waiting at the entrance as the box office opened. Hank honked and wand to a few couples. Jeany was aware of a few surprised looks from two other guys who saw her. Thanks to Hank they'd know she was in circulation now. It made her heart jump to know that it wouldn't be too long before she got other offers. She was pretty and easy to get along with. That's all that seemed to matter to guys around this town.
The movie was abominable. Something about a flying saucer that captured a bunch of teenagers for breeding purposes. Of course it never got to that and never would. By the time the second feature started, Hank had only slipped his arm around her shoulders and kissed her a few times. But then she'd heard that he worked slow. After all, she wasn't going out with him to go too far.
The second movie was as bad as the first and Hank turned the volume down on the speaker and suggested they get in the back seat. Jeany shrugged and after a moment of thought, agreed. It wasn't until they'd settled themselves in when she saw the brown paper bag. Inside was a cold quart of beer. Well, almost cold.
"I really don't want any," she said politely.
"Aw, come on… it's good. Just a sip?" Hank pushed the bottle towards her. Jeany sipped. It was good. She had another swallow. The back seat was nice. She could feel Hank getting his nerve up. And her hot little pussy was aching to be petted. She could almost feel his fingers stroking the taut, damp nylon of her panty crotch. The beer bottle was pushed in front of her face spin and she drank. Hank let one hand circle her waist and slide slowly up her body. As his fingers circled the soft side of one breast, she shivered. Her nipple was poking through the thin material and the friction of her date's palm against it was lovely. She wiggled her body around to press harder against his touch.
"Ohhhh! Hank…"
They kissed, softly at first and then more hungrily. Despite her efforts to control herself, Jeany found her mouth opening against Hank's. He licked her bottom lip eagerly, sucked at her tongue. She didn't give it to him just yet but her hips were squirming in the car seat as he continued to feel her rigid tit. Now he was working on the first button. He stopped at three and gently parted the red silk. She gave a little moan and pretended to stop him.
"Hank. You'd better not!"
"You're so pretty. God, I've been wanting to take you out for so long…"
Jeany had a grip on his wrist but as his finger neared her naked tit she let him slip from her fingers. She really wanted him to touch her! Even as his caress squeezed her warm, firm breast, she gasped her excitement. But she tried to turn, too, as if she wanted him to top.
"God. Goddamn," he mumbled, squeezing her there. Another button popped open and the front of the red dress sagged open further. He lowered his mouth to her neck and began to kiss his way down.
"Noooo! Ohhh, Hank, you'd better not do this!" But she let her fingers tangle in his hair as he wet the tan line where her bikini had stretched only last week. She could tell when was kissing the whiter, protected flesh further on. And, then he was dangerously close to her brown nipple. She gave another cry and realized that her chest was heaving up and down. She dug her short nails into the nape of his neck as if to make him stop. But Hank had her little nubbin between his teeth now and was flicking it with his tongue.
"Hank!"
"Jeany… I think I love you."
"Ohhhhhh!" Jeany wasn't taken in by this admission of affections. All the girls who dated Hank said the same thing about him. He considered himself quite a lover. But then she wasn't going to argue about meaning now. And, besides, his other hand was on her thigh and slipping lower. When he reached the hem of her dress, she turned in the seat and tried to pull the red silk down. But it didn't take too much of an effort to keep him from getting a finger underneath. She hadn't worn stockings. The warmth of his palm sliding under her frock was unbelievably delicious!
"Ohhh! Uhhhhh! Hank… stop!"
"Jeany! Ohhh, wow, you have the most soft skin."
"Hank! Ohhhhh!"
Her date had readied that creamy soft place between a girl's legs that was especially sensitive. That part of inner thigh just below her leg. He stroked and rubbed the place like he knew what it was doing to her. The whole front of her dress had come apart now and Jeany could hardly keep from turning so that she was pressing Hank down in the seat. She was actually half on top of him as he felt up her thighs.
Hank tried to get the front of his pants loose but she grabbed him hand harder. This time he seemed to realize that she meant it.
"Okay, okay," he sighed as if he'd been down this road before. He had a reputation for a good feeler upper and this had made him popular as a date for girls who wanted to have fun without going all the way. Most boys wouldn't settle for just getting a finger wet. In fact a good wet feel was generally the prelude to going all the way. So Jeany had heard.
"Just touch me. Don't do all that other stuff," she said, keeping her face buried against his neck. "Jeany, I want you so bad…"
"Just touch me. Uhhhh!" She kissed his mouth as she felt him stretching her panty crotch out of the way. The most wonderful friction made her body shiver. He was petting her labia open… but doing it so gently! She pumped her hips more as his caresses brought new floods of juice from the feverish crevice that was fringed with blonde curls.
"So damned wet. God, would it feel nice to fuck you."
"Noooo!"
"I was just thinking out loud," Hank said, covering her mouth then, sucking at her tongue until she gave it to him to bite. She was completely on top of him now, her trim thighs parted to let his fingers explore her dainty, dripping parts. He touched each delicate lip and played with her clit until she was babbling and drooling against his neck again. She pumped her boyish ass up and down with a slow, steady rhythm as Hank discovered the things that pleased her most and kept doing them over and over and over again.
"Yuuhhhh! Hank! I'm really hot!"
"Me, too," he breathed, working his fingertip against her clit while his thumb probed the thin membrane of her cherry.
"Don't, Hank. God in heaven. Don't!"
"Just a little push. I can feel the opening in your hymen right now," he breathed holding her slim body against him as he probed harder. And then Jeany felt something being stretched apart. She'd stopped pumping her ass and was just trembling there in her date's arms when she felt it.
"Ohhhh! You're ruining me!"
"No baby, I swear I'm not!"
Jeany gasped as her muscles began to spasm down there. She could feel the slip of something going into her pussy. She could feel her muscles closing down around Hank's finger! Despite her anxiety, she began to pump her hips again and as she did, her vagina clasped at Hank's knuckles. He was actually finger-fucking her and she hadn't felt a bit of pain! Now she knew why all the girls used Hank as a relief valve for their pent-up sexual appetites. He could even finger-fuck without taking a girl's virginity away from her.
"Nhhhuuuuuhh. Ohhhhhmmmm. Hank!"
"Just enjoy it Jeany. You feel soft and silky inside. I'd do anything if you'd let me fuck you."
"Nhhooo. Just do what you're d-d-doing…"
Their mouths clung wetly again and this time it was Hank's tongue which invaded her mouth. She sucked on it like a baby on a bottle, mooning through her nose as Hank slid his finger deeper into her pussy. She pretended it was a cock. A cock that was fucking her for the first time. She could close her eyes and pump her hips and it was easy to let her imagination go crazy. It made it especially nice to be on top so that she had more control of the situation. But in reality Jeany knew she hadn't controlled anything so far that evening. Hank was playing her like a harp and she was singing for him gladly.
"Hank. Ohhh, it feels like it's going in so deeeep!"
"It is!"
"How deep?"
"I can't get it any deeper." He worked his finger around inside her as she pumped her hips. Instead of being afraid her hymen might tear from the stretching, Jeany had forgotten about everything but the tickling pleasure that spread from the spot where Hank had penetrated her.
"Whhhuuuhh. Ohhhh, do it like that!"
Hank was rubbing her clit at the same time, kissing her face and neck, working his finger in and out more rapidly.
There was a steady sucking sound down between her thighs. She knew that her panties had to be drenched.
"Nuuhhh. Uhhhh!" Jeany groaned.
"Jeany! Let's… Goddamn, let's fuck!"
"No, Hank. We can't."
"What if I just rubbed you with my cock."
"Ohhhh!"
"I wouldn't fuck you or anything…"
"Hank. I just can't think straight anymore." Jeany remembered what had happened with her very own brother. He'd rubbed his cock against her, too. It had felt won derful. But with something so hard and stiff and dangerous that close to her cunt. Jeany shook her head.
"Nooo. Just touch me."
The movie was over. Lights came on, engines roared around them. Their dark little cave of sensual pleasure was suddenly like a floodlit stage. A spasm of embarrassment and shame went through Jeany and she pulled her cunt off of Hank's finger and stared at the bloody mess. Yes, she had been menstruating. Or had the perforation of her hymen caused the blood.
"Ohhh," she cried, touching the red smears against her thighs.
"I didn't do that, did I?"
"It's my period, I think," she said, blushing. They clambered into the front seat and Hank helped her button up the front of her dress all the way.
"You want to go out to Baker's Point?" he asked, cradling her head against his chest.
"Yes!" she gasped, surprised at her eagerness. Her pussy ached for some kind of relief. "If I'm not too much of a bloody mess for you." Hank put the speaker on the post and turned.
"I love your blood," he said.
"It's awful."
"It's just natural," Hank assured her. "It kind of turns me on actually."
"Really?" Jean asked, looking into his eyes.
"Yes." He held his bloody finger up to his lips to kiss it. "It makes me wish I could get some on my cock."
"Oh Hank, maybe you'd better take me home."
He put the car in gear and pulled out. Jeany knew he wasn't taking her home. He was going to take her up to the lover's lane on Baker's Point and try to get something for himself. She only hoped she'd have the guts to keep from going all the way. It was going to be a hard night. But as she cuddled against his side, she knew that she didn't want to return to her lonely bedroom just, quite yet. She wanted to be touched more. Rubbed more. Her pussy ached to be teased and tickled into those devastating throes of orgasm.
"Hank?"
"Yeah?"
"You won't try and make me go all the way will you?"
"Sure I will," he laughed, "I'd be a damned fool if I didn't."
"Take me home then."
"Like hell I'll take you home," he whispered, giving her a hungry look. "Like hell I will."