"No, Mike!" Cookie protested feebly, as his hand pressed down on her small breast through her blouse and bra. "Oooohh, Mike," she groaned, her fingers closing around his wrist. She wasn't trying to lift his hand off her anymore.
A tidal wave of unfamiliar sensations raged through Cookie's eighteen-year-old body. Her nipples, tiny little pink buds, ached as they stabbed impatiently into the cups of her bra. Her insides felt all achy and weak and quivery. Between her slender tan thighs her shorts were bunched up in her crotch, making her feel all hot and damp and sticky and hungry and empty and itchy.
Suddenly Mike's mouth was pressing down on hers, and his tongue was wedging into her mouth. Her resistance was changing to acceptance as wave after wave of a thrilling new feeling raged through her maturing body. She had never felt anything like it in her life. She clung to Mike desperately as she was tossed on the storm waves of newly kindled sexual excitement. His hand squeezed her breast through her clothes, and it hurt, but it felt so good, so wonderfully, incredibly good, too.
Percolating dimly through the seething haze, increasing Cookie's building passion, were the sounds from the front seat. She could hear Charlie, groaning softly, steadily. Also, there was a wet sucking noise. Cookie wondered vaguely what Charlie and Jan were doing. Then Mike's fingers were on the top button of her blouse, and her fear surged upward.
"No, Mike," she pleaded weakly, uncertainly. Oh, God, how could she be afraid of anything that felt so incredibly good?
The drive-in's loudspeaker rattled and squawked unintelligibly. On the big screen, in full color, bodies writhed, flesh met flesh in a tight, lewd tangle.
Cookie wasn't watching-she didn't need to-she was living it! Mike was unbuttoning her blouse-he was undressing her! And she wanted him to! She wanted to be free of her suffocating, restricting clothes. She wanted to feel cool air and his hot hands all over her naked breasts.
Only she didn't, either. What if someone came by and shone a flashlight into the car? She'd die with shame if anyone saw her breasts. Charlie had said this was the safest drive-in in town, but what if he was wrong? What if a cop came along and caught her like this with Mike?
She leaned forward enough to let Mike ease a hand between her back and the seat, up under her loose blouse. His other hand was desperately clutching her breast through the thin cotton of her demure bra. She could actually feel the weave of the fabric as he scrubbed it across her burning nipple, could feel the material wrinkling as he squeezed her tender little mound.
When she had brought the bra, it had been a little big. Now it felt too small. The breast that wasn't being tormented by Mike's hand was aching and swollen, demanding some attention for itself.
Burying her face in Mike's shoulder, Cookie clung to him, and dug her fingers into his back. He was having trouble with the hooks of her bra. He was pinching her as he fumbled blindly with the elastic band. She wished he weren't so incredibly clumsy. She didn't know whether to help him or not. She didn't know if he would mind her help, and wasn't sure she could help him-it would be too much like going along with what Was happening. She couldn't do that, could she?
What was happening with Charlie? She could hear him wheezing and panting and grunting. What was Jan Peters doing to him? The wet sucking sound and the soft whimpering from Jan was driving Cookie crazy with curiosity.
Then she felt her bra come loose, felt Mike pushing the cups up off her breasts. Cool air touched her nipples, making them swell and ache and stiffen even more. Mike tried to push her back, but she clung to him, afraid to let him see her still-developing breasts. They weren't at all like the big, full mature boobs they had in magazines. Next to Jan even, Cookie felt positively flat. Of course, Jan was older, but only by a year.
It didn't seem fair for Charlie to pay so much attention to Jan and so little to his own sister. She and Charlie shared the same house, yet he had never paid any attention to her. He had even stopped the horrible tickling that used to drive her crazy. All he did now was pant after Jan-Jan with the big boobs and rotten reputation.
Mike's hand closing on one of her bare breasts blasted Cookie's jealous train of thought out Of her head. His palm felt blazing hot against her swollen tit.
"Lemme see you," he whispered harshly.
"No," Cookie whimpered, clinging to him desperately. "No."
"Come on," Mike said impatiently, pushing at her shoulder, trying to pry her free of him. "I'm touching you, aren't I? So why can't I look at you?"
"I'm-I'm embarrassed."
"Shit! You think I've never seen a bare tit before? I've seen lots of them."
Cookie doubted it. She and Mike had been dating for long enough for her to know this was new territory for him, too. He had probably seen lots of naked women in magazines. But she was willing to bet she was the first girl who had gone this far with him.
"Come on, let me see," Mike pleaded.
The loud noises from the front seat had stopped. Cookie looked up anxiously. She was relieved to see that Charlie was looking at his lap, and that Jan was out of sight. But what was she doing?
"Not so loud, Mike," Cookie said anxiously, not wanting Charlie or Jan to look back and see what was happening.
"Well, come on, then, or I'll really bellow," Mike said ominously.
Reluctantly, Cookie let go of him and pushed away slightly. Her head hanging, her arms pulled forward defensively, her shoulders hunched, she let the light from the movie screen flicker on her naked chest. Between her pose, and her blouse and bra, both unfastened and rumpled, she was exposing nothing at all.
Mike reached out and pushed her blouse aside and raised her bra, and then moved one of her shielding arms out of his way. Her head still hanging, Cookie watched as one of her small mounds was spotlighted by the glow coming through the windshield. Her nipple, a tiny, shy pink bud, was stiff and sharp on the small, creamy mound.
Mike inhaled sharply, admiringly. Encouraged by his response, Cookie lifted her head and pulled her shoulders back. She brushed a strand of her straight blonde hair back behind her ear and looked at Mike defiantly.
His eyes were large and shining with excitement as he studied her bare breasts. He licked his lips. When he reached out to touch her, his fingers shook visibly.
Cookie sucked in her breath in reaction to his admiration, and the hesitant fiery touch of his fingers on her tit. She forced herself to leave her hands in her lap as his fingers brushed and jolted over her nipple. She closed her eyes.
She felt him shifting next to her, but kept her eyes closed. His touch on her breasts became bolder. His fingers pinched and rolled one nipple, making it burn. The hot, wet feeling in her crotch was worse than ever. She squeezed her thighs together, and locked her ankles. She squirmed against the seat, twisting involuntarily under his exploring touch.
Hot breath touched her bare chest. The fingers that had been pinching her nipple suddenly encircled her whole breast. Mike's lips touched her nipple, and flames lashed through her slender body. The fire in her crotch became a conflagration, and roared up through her, making her stomach knot. Without even thinking about it, she curled her arms around Mike's head and pressed his tickly curly red hair against her bare chest. The itch in her crotch was worse than ever.
Mike's fingers touched high on her thigh, on the inside. Cookie unlocked her ankles. Her muscles quivered as the strain on them was released. She let her knees open, feeling her legs shake as she did. That itch in her crotch had to be scratched, somehow. Mike could do it, if he would.
She didn't want him to touch her-down there. But, she had to have him touch her there, she just had to. The itch and fire were too great to ignore. And the way he was sucking on her tit, battering the little bump with his tongue, was making the itch greater and greater and greater. His teeth dug into her breast as he sucked on her nipple. Pain streaked down and added to the hunger in her groin. Whimpering, she let her head roll from side to side as the delicious agony grew and grew and grew.
Reaching down, she grabbed Mike's hand and pushed it into her crotch. She clamped her thighs around his wrist, grinding his fingers into her still-covered pussy. Then she uncrossed her thighs and slid her ass forward on the seat, twisting her pelvis in a desperate attempt to increase the pressure on her pussy.
He shifted to her other breast, and the hunger in her crotch became greater than ever. She was whining and whimpering so loudly she knew Jan and her brother were going to hear, but she couldn't make herself stop.
She had to have more, much, much more. Mike was fumbling blindly with her shorts, unable to find the zipper and button that held them closed. With frantic, desperate fingers, Cookie located the fastening and opened her shorts. Mike pressed his hand against her panties, wriggled his fingers down into the hot swamp of her pussy, pressed the lace of her panties into her soft, sensitive flesh. There was a hot point of pleasure there, and a hungry, demanding, pulsing hole that needed to be filled.
All Mike was doing was pressing his fingers against her covered pussy and squirming and heaving against her as he sucked and tongued first one nipple and then the other. Cookie knew what she needed, but Mike evidently didn't, or didn't know how to do it. He kept squirming as if he was trying to climb on top of her, which wasn't possible in the cramped back seat, of the car. Also, her shorts were tangled around the tops of her thighs, and that wasn't what she wanted anyway.
Grabbing his hand again, she guided his fingers under the top edge of her panties. She let him worm his fingers down along her bare belly, between her panties and her body, probing toward that hot ball of need between her thighs. His fingers pressed into her pussy, against her soft mons and its faint fuzz of fine blonde curls. One finger poked between her labia, into her hot, slippery slot. Cookie wanted to curl her whole body around that probing finger.
Mike's squirming had pushed one of his big thighs against Cookie's fingers. She slid her hand over his hot pants-covered leg, and found a heavy, hard ridge. She froze, trapped between fear and curiosity. Then, hesitantly, her fingers explored the hot lump, measured it. It was huge and thrummed with life. It was hot, and hard, and demanding. She knew what it was, even though she had never really seen or felt one before! Intrigued, she allowed her palm to appreciate the hot warmth coming from the thick bulge while her hole oozed wetness at the thought of fucking Mike.
She traced the outline slowly, until her fingers hit the zipper of Mike's fly. She stopped. She wanted to find the tab and ease it down. She knew the tower in Mike's pants was struggling to be free, but she was afraid.
Then Mike's finger moved deeper into her dripping slit, sending another explosive wave of pleasure and need ripping through her. Her hips wriggled and squirmed, inviting him to pry still more intimately into her slippery, hot secrets.
Her fear was wiped away by the surge of excitement and pleasure his touch triggered. Impatient need made her find the tab to his fly. She opened it anxiously, then struggled one handed with his belt.
Then his pants were open, and there was nothing between her exploring hand and his swollen cock but his flimsy cotton underpants. They felt wet and sticky where they stretched over the searing tower of meat. His column of hot flesh felt bigger and harder than ever. It thrust up impatiently now that it was freed from his confining pants. The stretchy cotton knot of his underpants covered it, but wasn't strong enough to restrain it. She could pinch it between her fingers now, and get a better idea of its thickness and size. In the faint light reflected down from Mike's face, his underpants were a vague, ghostly patch. Cookie had nothing but her sense of touch with which to study his jutting swollen prick.
She ran her fingers over the rounded head where it dug into his underpants. Curling her fingers around the bulbous bump, she squeezed. She heard Mike gasp, and his finger drove deeper into her pussy, grinding over the hot button of searing pleasure near the top of her slit. His fingertip was at the entrance to her vagina, teasing and tantalizing her there, pressing against her virginal membrane.
Cookie's pleasure was unlike anything she had ever experienced. She had never before been touched down there by a boy, had never even touched herself like that. She gripped the hot handle of Mike's cock, stretching the sopping cloth of his underpants against it. Holding a fully erect penis in her fist was another new experience, which increased her lust. She and Mike had never done much necking. But now, her brother showing the way in the front seat, they had passed the point of no return.
A squirming, twisting movement caught Cookie's attention. Jan reappeared, she was panting hard. Her chin gleamed in the light from the screen as if it was wet. She licked her lips, kissed Charlie, and then squirmed around, showing one bare shoulder before disappearing again. Now all that Cookie could see of the other girl was one hand, which was curled possessively around Charlie's neck. Jan's slender fingers were tangling and weaving through the curls on the back of Charlie's head. Then, for a second, Jan's legs flashed above the seat back. It looked as if she were stripping her pants off. Maybe she was completely naked! Cookie found the thought jarringly exciting. She tried to visualize the older girl stretched across the front seat, her torso in Charlie's lap. But Cookie's imagination failed her, and her lust destroyed her ability to concentrate.
The fireball that had been building in her pussy suddenly erupted. She heaved and bucked as muscle-knotting pleasure blazed through her. Unmindful of the flickering light on her bare chest, she let her head roll and her body twist as pleasure seared through her. It was unreal! It was something she had never imagined, this incredible, flesh-burning ecstasy. She fought to spread her legs wider, but her shorts, still around her thighs, hobbled her. Frantically, she shoved them down and kicked free of them. She spread her thighs wide apart, and felt chill air strike her streaming cunt through the thin material of her panties.
She was cumming-that was what was happening! This was what it was all about, this incredible, soul-searing pleasure. The word she and her girl friends had giggled about at pajama party gossip fests suddenly had a blazing reality.
With her blouse spread open, her bra tangled around her neck, and her shorts in a heap somewhere on the floor of the car, Cookie was nearly nude. Her panties were a token barrier, strained by her straddle-legged position and Mike's hand inside them. She didn't care, she didn't care, she didn't care! She wanted this searing pleasure to go on and on, forever, and ever, and ever!
She thought probably it would have, too, if Mike hadn't suddenly, stupidly, driven a finger deep into her vagina. Her ecstasy was instantly replaced by sharp, cutting pain that was a blast of cold water on her lust.
"OW!" she yelled, immediately regretting it. Her brother started to turn his head. Then Jan Peters' tightened her hand on his neck and forced his attention back to her.
Mike either had not heard Cookie's yell, or was ignoring it. He had shoved her hand away from his cock and was frantically wrestling his underpants down. He was making himself naked, and it frightened Cookie more than it excited her. She was suddenly paralyzed with fear.
Mike moved in on her, clutching at her, climbing on her with fumbling impatience. He was clawing at her like an animal. He was trying to rip her panties off her.
Terror obliterated all lingering desire, and increased her strength. She battled him off, heaving at his shoulders, kicking at him, crossing her legs instinctively, defensively.
"No!" she whispered. "No, Mike. No!"
For a minute, he battled her, panting hoarsely, then swore viciously.
"What do you mean, no?" he demanded sharply.
"Not so loud," Cookie pleaded. "I mean N-O, NO."
"Whattayamean, no?" he screeched. "Jesus CHRIST!"
"You-you hurt me," she said lamely. "And I'm not going to let you-you do me." She huddled away from him, arms crossed over her breasts, legs crossed and doubled up until she was in almost a fetal position on the seat.
"BITCH!" Mike hissed viciously, moving toward her.
"Sssshhh!" Cookie cautioned, with a quick, meaningful glance at the front seat.
Mike subsided reluctantly, muttering something about "bodyguard."
Cookie loosened up a little bit, but remained wary. "I'm-I'm sorry," she apologized. "But, honest, you did hurt me."
"Cocktease," Mike said sullenly. "That's what you are, a fucking cocktease!" He was half doubled over and had his knees drawn up. "Get me all ready to go, then you say there's no place to go. How the hell do you think that makes me feel?"
"I don't know," Cookie said honestly, easing over toward him. When he tried to reach for her, she fended him off, gently but firmly. "No, not that, Mike, please. Honest, you did hurt me. I'm sorry, but I can't do it."
Mike eyed her suspiciously. "Tell me, did you cum?"
"I-I think I did. Just before you took your hand away." She stared down into her dark lap and twisted her hands nervously.
"So you get all the good stuff, and I get a case of blue balls," Mike sulked.
"Blue balls?"
"Getting me all fired up and then leaving me hanging makes me feel like I've been kicked in the nuts. It isn't fair!"
"But I don't know what to do," Cookie wailed, stung by his accusation. "I'm not a cocktease, but I can't let you do me. I don't know what to do."
Mike swore under his breath. "Well, give me your hands. They'll be better than nothing."
Cookie let him take her hands and guide them to his cock. It was bare now, a thrusting tower of living meat. It was only half as erect as it had been. It felt sort of soft and rubbery. It stiffened and grew when she curled her fingers around it.
"It's so big," she whispered. "I'm not big enough for it!"
Mike's proud grin did nothing to ease her fear of the monstrous tower in her hands. "Move your hands up and down it like this," he instructed, showing her, pushing her hands up and down his phallus.
Cookie bit her lip nervously, fascinated and fearful. The inside of his cock felt as hard as iron. The skin slid over the hard core like a velvet glove.
A soft whimper from the front seat distracted Cookie for a second. Her brother was looking in the direction of Jan's feet. One knee was visible above the back of the seat. Her hand was no longer around the back of his neck, but was clutching at the top of the steering wheel. Her fingers were curling and uncurling in time with her moans.
Suddenly, Cookie realized that her brother was doing to Jan what Mike had already done to her, only more openly and easily. Jan had done him already, and now he was doing her. Jan was on her back, her head in Charlie's lap, while he drove his fingers into her pussy. That must be what they were doing.
The realization brought a surge of desire, a surge that was tinged with jealousy. If Charlie knew all this, why hadn't her taught her some of it? Cookie turned back to Mike, determined to redeem herself and give him as much pleasure as he had given her.
She pumped her hands on his phallus, feeling the skin slip up and down over the hard, rippled column of its core. The ridge along the underside felt a little softer then the top and sides. The tip was rubbery and yielding. There was a groove that separated the head from the shaft. Cookie explored every hot, hard inch of Mike's huge cock, amazed at the softness of the skin and the rigidness of the shaft. She yearned to suck it! His balls were big and full, too, inviting her kiss.
Cookie suddenly remembered a quick glimpse she had caught of her father one time. His cock, thick and short and drooping, had hung down from a thick black bush of hair. Behind it had been a dark lumpy blob.
Cookie explored Mike's crotch, afraid he would object to the intimacy. He didn't. She found his balls, and, fascinated, rolled them around in their wrinkled container, weighing and measuring them. Then she slid her hand forward to caress and fondle his penis again.
Something hot and sticky coated her fingers, making them slide along his hot flesh. Instead of being disgusting, it was exciting, evidence that she was making something happen to him.
He directed her again, curled her hand around his huge shaft, bent her fingers around it. Then he moved her hand up and down on his tower. She massaged the head of his penis with her other hand. Then she began to coordinate her moves, to move her fingers up and down over the cap of his prick as she worked the skin up and down the hard, hot shaft of his penis. More fluid slicked her fingers.
"Yeah," Mike panted softly. "That's right, that's right. Don't stop, don't stop!"
Cookie energetically pumped and pumped her hands on his phallus. Her bra flipped and snapped, rasping and bumping her bare tits, making them burn. She stared down into the blackness, able to see only a vague gray blur as she pistoned her hands on Mike's penis. She wished desperately she could really see what was happening.
"Faster!" Mike urged.
Biting her lip, sweating, her shoulders aching, Cookie did her best. Squeezing harder, she massaged his phallus, faster and faster and faster. Her hands were coated with his gummy oozings now, and felt slippery and sticky as their body heat dried the thick lubricant.
Every stroke of her hands on his shaft made a gummy, sticky sound, a wet, high-pitched slapping noise unlike anything she had heard before. It was a sound she would never forget. And she would always know what it meant.
There was a smell of sweat and musk that made her mouth water. She inhaled deeply as she masturbated him more and more frantically.
Mike's hips began to jerk and heave in opposition to the pumping of her hands. His hand was on her bare thigh. Then his fingers crept toward her panty-covered crotch and dug into the sodden material there, pressed it against her pussy. She scissored her thighs open and shut and squirmed her hips in an effort to get more stimulation from his touch, remembering the fireball pleasure of her first orgasm, ignoring the dull pain that remained.
She was panting with the effort now as she worked her small hands up and down on Mike's erect organ. Her arms and shoulders were aching with the effort. But she refused to stop. She knew something was going to happen. She knew boys' penises squirted something when they came, and didn't intend to stop until that happened. Though it seemed to be taking forever for Mike to do so. She wondered if she was going to be able to keep it up much longer.
"Yeah, yeah, yeah," Mike panted. "Almost, almost, almost. AM, Jesus that's good, Jesus that's good. Go, go, go, go, go."
His hips bounced and heaved, faster and faster and faster, and then suddenly stopped, jammed up against Cookie's hands. A hand came down around hers, holding her to his prick. She felt it jerk and pump in her grasp, and felt thick, gooey, hot spurts of fluid jet into her fingers where they curled around the cap of his phallus. Glob after glob of thick, scalding fluid spurted from him, burst past the finger covering the slit, spattered her fingers, into her palm, dribbled down over the fingers around the shaft of his organ.
The smell thickened until Cookie could almost taste it. Her hands were bathed in his thick eruption, and her own body was knotted on the brink of a second orgasm. His fingers were digging through her panties into her hot, wet pussy.
The convulsions of the prick in her hands faded gradually to a weak trembling, then died completely. She moved her soaked, sticky ringers on his shaft as it began to shrink. It responded weakly with a few pulsations before withering further, becoming rubbery where it had been hard.
Her pleasure and wonder fading, Cookie sat there, her hands coated with thick, gummy, aromatic semen. Releasing Mike's shriveled penis, she raised them and studied the creamy fluid. Her fingers shone in the flickering light from the screen. She sniffed her fingers, smelled his semen, dragged the essence of it deep into her body, filling herself with the unique aroma. She was Surprised that instead of being disgusted with the gooey mess, it tantalized her, fascinated her, even made her mouth water.
Well, why not? She licked the back of her hand cautiously, where there was a small blob of semen. Instantly, her mouth was suffused with an unfamiliar salty taste. She-liked it, she decided.
She saw Mike studying her wearily, and smiled at him. Mischievously, she reached out to smear some of his own cum on him, but he fended her off. Then, deliberately, feeling raunchy and sexy, she smeared her face with his gooey semen. She coated her cheeks with it, felt it dry to a chilly crust on her. She licked her fingers, cleaning them, knowing he was watching her, knowing instinctively that it excited him as much as it did her.
Then, finished, feeling languid and sexy, she stretched luxuriously. His eyes played over her nearly nude torso. Her small breasts flattened with the stretch. Her pink nipples, still hard and alert just from the cool touch of air against them, were drawn tight. Leaning over against him, she let her body relax in a way it had never relaxed before. "Okay, now?" she asked softly. She teased his limp, drooping penis with fingers that were much wiser than before.
"Fine," Mike answered. "You?"
"Perfect," she purred. She watched the movie absently, replaying in her mind everything that had just happened. Apparently her brother and Jan had finished their activities. They were both visible now. Charlie's arm was around her, and was reaching clear down in front of her. He's probably cupping one of her breasts in his hand, Cookie thought jealously.
She took one of Mike's hands and guided his arm around her, and placed his palm on her bare breast. It felt good, warm and firm and comforting. But she wished that it was Charlie's hand instead of Mike's. Mike was all right, but he was young, and impatient, and she knew he didn't love her, and that she didn't love him.
She loved Charlie. Since he'd gotten interested in girls, though, he had practically ignored her. Which wasn't fair, because she was a girl, too. She was only a year younger than Jan, after all.
Cookie wished it had been Charlie instead of Mike that she had masturbated. She wondered if she could ever get her brother's attention. As Mike's fingers played lazily with her small breast, she imagined that sparse blonde pubic hair and between her soft, warm, they were Charlie's fingers, and immediately felt a soft warmth growing in her belly. Stealthily, she eased one hand down to her crotch, eased her fingers inside her panties. She probed through the fine twists of her yielding labia. She found the nubbin of nerves that seemed to bring the greatest pleasure and massaged it gently. Her eyes closed, she dreamed of her brother, big, strong, sturdy Charlie, with his handsome, tanned face, his light brown eyes, his soft, curly, light brown hair. She tried, unsuccessfully, to picture him nude, then settled for her memory of him in his tight swimming suit. She dreamed of his hands on her breasts, his hands on her pussy, and her pleasure spared up and up and up.
"You okay?" Mike asked, breaking into her dream.
"I'm fine," she said sharply, angry that her dream had been interrupted.
She tried to recapture it and failed. The hand on her breast was only an irritation now, and the finger on her clitoris was painful instead of pleasant. The ecstasy was gone. In its place was dull misery, a hollow, empty feeling of loss. Shrugging off Mike's hand, she groped for her shorts and pulled them on, then fastened her bra and buttoned her blouse.
In seconds she was dressed. She was tired and frustrated and aggravated and wanted to go home. But Charlie and Jan were still necking and petting, so she couldn't say anything. Before they left home Charlie'd made her promise not to be a pest. Now, if she wanted to double date again, she had better keep quiet.
She wondered if there was some way she could get Charlie to pay attention to her. As the movie dragged on, she thought of plan after plan. Somehow, some way, she'd get him to notice she was a woman. Somehow.
The sticky sound from the front seat had to be Jan masturbating Charlie, or Charlie masturbating Jan. Probably both, judging by the amount of stupid groaning they were doing. There was a breathless pause, then a bunch of disgusting cleaning-up sounds.
When Jan turned, brazen as could be, and made her crack about enjoying the movie, Cookie's hatred of her grew. Then Mike, stupid idiot, made his comment about "what movie?" and began yakking about Jan being naked. Infuriated, Cookie wondered what Mike thought Jan was, anyway. Dummy.
It was a relief to be free of Jan and Mike at last. Tumbling into the passenger seat, Cookie settled by the door and glared out into the night. She responded sullenly to Charlie's questions. He didn't really care what happened to her.
"You going to see her again?" she asked finally, dreading the answer.
"Sure am."
"Tramp," Cookie muttered to the dark window, too softly for Charlie to hear. He asked her another stupid question. She shut him up with a quick, sullen answer.
How could he be such a dope over a girl like Jan? Cookie's jealousy was a seething pool of lava in her guts. She'd split them up, somehow.