Riding through the crisp darkness in his Porsche, with the soft soul-music creating the atmosphere, of jubilant intoxication filling her, Nadine was afraid that any minute she would awaken and find that it had all been a dream. She kept looking over at him to reassure herself, wishing that there was no such thing as bucket-seats right at that moment; she would be sitting tight against him then, with her hand on his thigh and her other arm over the back of his seat in the accepted manner.
"Your boyfriend was sore," Jamey said, grinning over at her and interrupting her thoughts. "I thought he was going to lose his cool there for a couple of seconds and come at me."
"Please, Rickie's not my boyfriend," she replied quickly, but trying not to be kiddish about it. She smiled tolerantly. "He's really a nice guy and I do like him, but Lord, Jamey, he's just a… a child."
"He's flip over you, baby," Jamey said, still grinning.
"It doesn't matter," the exotic young girl said, her dark eyes sparkling with the reflection of dash lights mirrored in them. "Now come on, do we have to talk about him?"
Jamey shrugged. He was trying to play nonchalant, while inside he still seethed from the scathing rebuke this girl's mother had humiliated him with. He'd never forget the scoffing look on her face, nor her deriding jibes. Godamn her! Insult him… put him down, would she? Nurse maid, was it? The bitch! Damn her… she was going to find out that it didn't pay to ridicule Jamey Halo… or accept his love lightly. Shelly Granger could tell her, couldn't she… if she could still talk. He laughed aloud, hardly aware momentarily, that Nadine was beside him.
"What're you laughing at? Me?" Nadine questioned, twisting around in her seat and folding her legs up beneath her so that she was facing him.
"What…? Oh… no, I was just thinking of the expression on that Thompson kid's face, baby," he replied, his smile returning quickly. He looked at her for a long moment. "Hey, you're a real living doll, you know that? No wonder the kid's flip. You drool sex, baby… actually drool it."
He might have said she was the most beautiful girl in the world, just as he did in her dreams, and she wouldn't have felt anymore elated. Nadine sensed her cheeks flushing pleasantly. God, if she was close enough she probably would've kissed him. She loved him, that's all, just plain loved him! She managed to ask: "Where are we going?"
"To my place. Okay?"
"I-I guess so. Why… why did you come back to the school, Jamey?"
"Why? You mean you haven't figured that out yet?"
"Did… did you go watch Mom dance?"
"Sure. She was great. But you see, baby, all the time I intended to come back and pick you up," he said, the trace of a sneer contorting his young handsome mouth, even as a certain sensual viciousness gleamed in his eyes. "After all, a guy does like a gal more his own age, honey… especially one as luscious as you."
Nadine's breath caught in her young throat as he reached over and placed his hand on her leg, smoothing it along the fabric of her slacks, over her inner-thigh… up and down slowly in an affectionate gesture until he nearly brushed that crucial, sensitive place between her legs that no one except herself and Ann Trent had ever touched. Then, he took his hand away and she could still barely breathe from the confused, ecstatic moment of bliss it had brought her.
Oh God, she did love him! She did! And there she was beside him, going to his beautiful house alone with him… She could hardly believe it! What would Mom say? She'd have a conniption and blow her mind… call her some nice little unpleasant names, probably… that's what she'd say. But then, maybe it would be simple jealousy… because she loved him, too. Dear God, why couldn't her mother understand that he was just a boy… and that she was too old for him?
It was all plain to her now. Her mother had tried to seduce him… maybe she had, God forbid… Nadine hoped not… and poor Jamey hadn't been able to shake loose of her clutches, or wanted to hurt her. Maybe that was why Daddy had turned to Shelly Granger… God… she'd never considered that possibility before…
"Well, here we are, baby," Jamey said, ending her stream of unpleasant thoughts as he cut the motor in the darkness of his drive.
He hopped out and hustled around to open the door. When she stepped to the ground, she walked into his arms that slipped around her waist and drew her close to him. God, she felt so good! She raised her face, let her hands rest on his shoulders and waited almost breathlessly for his first kiss. It came… warm, soft, tender in its pressure almost close-lipped and he held it as his hands smoothed over her back and down to her waist, then back up, while her own arms slid upward around his neck hungrily.
Christ, he thought, what a delicious hot piece she was going to be… but carefully… slowly… nothing to frighten the little fawn. Damn! Her firm tits grinding against his chest were rich, unplucked fruit, and her soft belly and thighs enough to make him cum in his shorts. She was not only ripe, but she wanted him, Jamey Halo, and he'd wager his ass that she was a virgin… He almost laughed in her face at that. What in hell else could she be with little punks like Rickie Thompson hanging around?
"Come on," he said, slipping one arm around her waist and leading her toward the house. "I think it's time that you and I got really acquainted, baby. What'd you think?"
Nadine heard her own uneasy laugh. Truly, she was in heaven, but at the same time, she was almost frightened out of her wits. "W-Will you be good?" she managed, surprised that the words had come from her lips.
"What is it they say, baby? If you can't be good, be careful?" He'd stopped door and drew her into his arms once more. This time, he kissed her with open mouth and she felt his saliva wettened tongue playing at her lips, a chill of excitement she had never before experienced running up her spine. She opened her lips and his tongue slipped between them to touch hers exploringly, wet and warm as it moved about inside her mouth, sending vibrant, trembling sensations racing through every portion of her body. Momentarily, she thought her knees would buckle beneath her, but he held her tight to him, his hands caressing warmly down over her back and waist to the softness of her young firm buttocks, clutching them individually and drawing her pelvis tight against his thighs, until she could actually feel the bulge of his manhood… his penis… pressing tightly into her belly!
Oh God! It was heaven… heaven… heaven! Then, he slowly released her and said: "But most of all… we'll be gentle, baby… Come on."
He took her hand and moved ahead of her, turning on soft lights as they made their way into the plush living-room. Of course, she knew the house well, had even helped her mom clean it for him on occasion when they lived on the estate.
"I see the bungalow is lighted," Nadine said, noticing it when they had driven in, and happy, at the moment, for any topic that might help ease the mounting and confused tension within her. "Do you have a new caretaker?"
"Yeah… a young couple… Mike and Leslie Sayer… know them?" he said, walking behind the small bar.
"No, I don't believe so," she answered, following him and leaning onto one of the stools that rested between her and the bar. "Is she pretty?"
Jamey gave her a quick glance, then shrugged. "Didn't notice," he lied. "What can I fix you, baby?"
"F-Fix me… to drink, you mean?" She laughed nervously. "Wow… I don't know, Jamey I never…"
He leaned over the bar and placed his hand beneath her small, pointed chin, holding it in his palm between thumb and fingers and smiled, his eyes alive with licentious explosions that caused a tiny shudder to pass over her. "It's up to you, baby," he said, almost in a whisper. "I-I got the impression a few minutes ago that you'd grown up. Was I wrong?"
He held her chin and she looked straight into his eyes, hardly breathing. Well… here it was, she thought; he was challenging her. It was now or never, wasn't it… the culmination of all her dreams.
"I-I'm not much on knowing what to drink, Jamey," she said huskily. "Y-You fix me something."
He grinned, drew her face to him and kissed her lips softly, then, whirled away. "I've got a little something here you'll love, doll. It's called Pernod… nice sweet taste… goes down easy… gives you a soft little glow after two or three glasses… and it really relaxes you."
"Good. I think I need something like that," she said with finality, determined to prove to him that she was a woman and not a child. She turned away then, and crossed the room to switch on the stereo radio. She found the station they'd had in his car and the soul-music immediately helped lessen the tightness inside her.
Jamey came around the bar and approached her, handing her a glass of yellow milkish liquid, it's appearance surprising her.
"Try it," he said.
She did, feeling a certain wickedness in tasting the first sip, once more surprised at the sweetish, licorice flavor. "Hmmm," she responded. "It's good."
"Thought you'd like it," said Jamey, smiling. "It won't hurt you. Drink it all and I'll make us another."
Momentarily, she hesitated, then, lifted it to her lips, consuming it all in slow, small swallows. "Wow," she exclaimed, laughing and catching her breath as he took her glass. "It does taste good."
"The second one will taste better," he said, going behind the bar once more.
Nadine followed, climbing onto a stool. She watched him pour from the bottle, then add water.
"Jamey… is my mother in love with you?" she asked all of a sudden.
He looked up at her, hesitated, then: "Why do you ask that?"
"Because… she is… I know she is," the beautiful dark-eyed girl replied. "She… she wants you for herself… She'd die if she ever knew I was here with you like this… I'm certain of that."
"What makes you so sure?" he asked, pressing her drink toward her and leaning onto the bar, his somewhat glazed eyes searching hers with new interest.
"Oh God, Jamey, don't you suppose I can see what's been going on?" she said, pretending at sagaciousness. "And… and don't try to tell me that she hasn't tried to seduce you… because I won't believe it."
Jamey couldn't help the slow grin that spread across his lips. He said: "All right, I won't try to tell you anything, baby. You just tell me."
His making light of it angered her, and she hadn't wanted that at all. She picked up her drink and took down half of the sweet-tasting contents.
Damn him, he was treating me like a child. Well… it was time she showed him that she was any thing but that. She said: "Furthermore, I think that's the reason my father was carrying on with Shelly Granger… and why he's dead right now." Her words struck him with the impact of a bullet of ice. Jamey felt the blood draining from his face. He stared at her, his eyes narrowing. "What the hell are you talking about?" he snapped.
"It's true," Nadine replied, his sudden change of expression frightening her momentarily. "I saw them… my father and your Shelly Granger… naked in the woods one day… making love. They didn't see me, but I watched them for a long time. Jamey, I believe my father knew how Mom felt about you and… and turned to that girl. Later, filled with remorse, he just took his own life… he couldn't go on any longer. And that's what his note said, remember? Can't make it. Nothing to live for. It's too complex… and there's no love."
Jamey swallowed tightly. He drank from his glass, his eyes never leaving her beautiful young face. He had to keep hold of himself. "I think you're letting your imagination run away with you, doll," he said, his little smile returning.
"Are you trying to tell me that I didn't see them in the woods together?" Nadine asked, her almond-shaped eyes widening, a twinge of anger sparkling in them. "You think I'm blind, too, as well as being a… a stupid little girl?"
"Hey…" James said, coming around the bar to where she sat. He took her hand and drew her off the stool into his arms. "Who said any thing about you being stupid or little? A girl, yes… and what a girl…" He kissed her then, and she gave herself to him, letting his tongue play at her lips once more… "Man… what a girl," he whispered, "but I wonder if there's any woman in that luscious body of yours?"
Once more, a little tremor of fearful delight surged through Nadine, and too, at the same time, there were new, unexplainable sensations rippling through her as his strong arms held her tight to him and his hot mouth engulfed her own, his tongue plunging between her soft lips, beyond the barrier of her teeth and deep to the point of nearly choking her. She felt his hands cupping her buttocks as the swelling bulge in the front of his trousers pressed into her softly quivering belly. Automatically, she sucked and nibbled at his tongue, the tiny tingles that had suddenly burst into being in her virginal loins, seeming to spur her on.
At last, he came up for air, breathing heavily into her face. "Well," he gasped, "is there?"
"I-I don't know… yes… yes, Jamey… Oh darling, kiss me," she panted up into his face.
"Kiss you…! God, Nadine, baby, I want to fuck you!" he hissed, gaping hungrily down into her beautiful white face.
Nadine felt a chill of erotic stimulation shock her at the sound of the lewd word she had never heard spoken before, and its very significant meaning to her at that electrifying moment. An apprehensive sensation of confused want and near-panic seized at her belly, seemingly knotting it, then leaving a void there where entrails ought to be. She gaped, open-mouthed, with eyes half closed, up into his face that was growing more and more salacious with every passing second.
"Oh… oh," she whimpered, unable to speak, not knowing what to say.
He kissed her again, his hot mouth smashing down hard against the soft petals of her lips, his right hand moving beneath her pullover, upward along the naked flesh of her trembling ribs to her full, bra-covered breast and smothering it in his big strong hand, his long fingers kneading and caressing through the material while the breath seeped helplessly out of her.
She was quivering with strange, intensified feelings she had never known existed; her loins tingled hotly, moistly, between her legs at his wonderful masculine nearness; still she struggled lightly, showing reluctance, yet, not wanting him less nor despising him for what he was doing, but still unable to appreciate or fully give herself to the pleasure of it. His obvious, sudden lust frightened her, momentarily, repelled her, and the fact that he was forcing himself on her caused anger and humiliation to take equal control of her wits. Her upbringing had taught all that was contrary to what he was doing, or trying to do. Love between a boy and girl had to be beautiful… never lust-ridden… Mom had said that many, many times… but Nadine couldn't put down the vibrant sensations he had instigated and sent racing wildly over her whole body at the gentle stroking of her breast… and her mother had never told her about that.
"Oh Jamey…" she moaned as he kissed her again and again, his other hand creeping up beneath her sweater to fumble at her back with the fastener of her bra, while his warm, wet mouth and tongue moved eagerly over her face. She realized that all judiciousness was leaving her as the exciting, sensuous craving increased in her belly, and she clung tightly to him, opening her mouth receptively to his searching tongue.
Breathlessly, she gasped into his mouth as his hand slipped around and beneath her loosened brassiere to caress the smooth, firm flesh of her now throbbing breast, the nipple hardening erectly as he pinched and rolled it gently between his thumb and forefinger, raising further, unbelievable passion inside her, overwhelming any shame or anger she had briefly felt.
"I mean it, baby," he breathed hotly into her mouth, running his hand down her ribs and over the full swell of her rounded hip and along her outer, covered thigh, then behind and up to press beneath and cup the softness of her buttocks, "I'm going to fuck you… and you're going to love it… every second of it."
"Jamey… Jamey!" she gasped. "We… I… oh, we shouldn't."
Her brain reeled in the throes of the fogging emotions that had swept over her, and she wagged her head negatively, visions of her mom, interspersed with the face of Rickie Thompson, fleeting in and out of her mind, while the obscene word he had spewed at her along with its complete meaning ricocheted erotically through her aroused senses. Yet, even as she tried to oppose him, she sensed the barriers of her restraint crumbling rapidly, the very sound of his use of lewd, unspeakable words strangely exciting her.
"Yes… yes, we can, baby," he whispered softly, covering her mouth with his and sucking at her lips, his hands suddenly moving to unzip the zipper at the back of her slacks. "I'm going to slip my cock right up into that tight, cherry cunt of yours, gently and sweetly… hold your luscious ass tight in my hands and fuck my cock into your pussy until you swear you're in heaven," he hissed as she stared fixedly up into his eyes, her breathing increasing with every licentious, but passion-building word that came from his lips. "But first, I'm going to lick and suck that little hole between your legs like you've never dreamed of it in your lifetime…" he went on, his hand slipping down inside the loosened waist of her slacks, over the flat plane of her quivering belly, and slowly down to the thin, nylon covered swell of her pubic mound to gently stroke and tease at her dampening vaginal lips beneath. "And you're going to love me for it, baby… love and beg me to fuck and suck and fuck you…"
"Ooohhhh God," Nadine whimpered, breathing heavily, her arms clutching tightly around his neck in a sudden, uncontrollable burst of passion that completely bewildered her, desire that her vibrantly aroused young body could not, and did not want to, harness.
She kissed him wantonly, thrusting her tiny tongue deep into his mouth, while the middle finger of his hand that she had let slip down inside her slacks, pressed and rubbed at her moist, nylon-shielded vagina, and she knew that she was going to let him… let him do whatever in this world he wanted, to her!
"Are you ready, baby…? Ready to become a woman?" he whispered, suddenly removing his taunting hand from inside her slacks, then abruptly, lifting her bodily into his arms. "Ready to be sucked and fucked… made love to fully for the first time in your life?"
"Oh God… Oh God, yes… yes, Jamey darling!" she blurted, hardly realizing the words had come from her own lips. "Love me… please, love me… Make a woman of me, my darling!"
Jamey Halo could hardly believe the passion choked response that gasped from her soft, moist lips into his face. He knew only that the heat and aroma of her young hot breath was setting him crazy, forgetting his Godamned revenge on her mother… forgetting everything else in the friggin' world except the pagan magnificence of this virginal creature in his arms. Christ! He couldn't wait any longer!
She clung to him, her arms locked around his neck, her head on his shoulder and he carried her whimpering and mewling to his bedroom. There in the darkness, he kissed her again and felt her tongue slide into his mouth with a wantonness he'd bet she never realized she possessed. His prick throbbed and strained in his pant leg, until he was certain it was going to break, rip out by the roots, if her didn't release it soon.
"Oh God, darling… I'm afraid… I'm afraid," she whined. "I want to… I do… but I'm afraid…"
Jamey felt her hot tears against his face. "It's all right, baby… it's all right. You want to be a woman, don't you… don't you?"
"Yes… yes… yes…"
"Then, don't be afraid, doll," he reassured her. "I'll be gentle… and we'll make beautiful love… fuck to our hearts content… really find and love each other… until every muscle in our bodies are relaxed and filled with love. Isn't that what you want?"
"Yes… oh, yes, darling… I want you to! I do!" she gasped.
He thought she did, in fact, there was no Godamned question in his mind but what she did. He kissed her again to restore her confidence. Nothing could go wrong now; he couldn't take that. His cock was like an ax-handle. Shit, he'd rape her if she tried to stop him. He put her down and said: "Do you want to undress yourself?"
She hesitated, clutching at the muscle of his arm, her nails digging into his flesh. "I-I… oh… yes. Let's do it quickly, Jamey. I'm so frightened. I don't want a moment when you're not touching me. Please… please, hurry?"
"I'll hurry, baby, don't worry. And I'm right here beside you. You want a light?"
"No! Please, no! Not… not at first… any way."
Nadine began to remove her clothes, but almost hypnotically, her mind spinning from what she reasoned must be her rapid consumption of the drinks; she shut all else from thought but the rapture to come. She could hear Jamey and the rustle of his clothing as he removed them, and suddenly a tingling chill spiraled through her at the thought that in moments she would be in bed naked with the boy she loved… her handsome, wonderful Jamey, with his hot hard flesh pressed tightly against her own, his thing rigid and throbbing in anticipation of making love to her. Oh God, Mom, you have to understand… I love him! I love him! He was meant for me… not you… don't you see? God…
And then, he was behind her, his arms slipping around her waist as she stood there with her flimsy nylon panties her last covering. She felt his lips on her naked shoulder while his hands smoothed over the little bowl of her smooth, white belly. She shuddered, delighted at his touch.
He said nothing, only let his hands slide up ward over her hot, satiny flesh to her large, full pointed breasts, his hot, sensitive hands slipping beneath to cup upwards and lift them as the cool air brushed entrancingly against her unleashed nipples that had burst into hardness.
"Christ, they're absolutely spectacular, baby. You'll win that contest tomorrow night going away," he said, then he laughed softly. "If you want to cinch it, just let the male judges have a good feel of these before you go on."
Nadine knew he was kidding her, and there was a warming delight in knowing they could joke about such intimate things… like husbands and wives, or just lovers, must do. The reassurance of his closeness sent a thrilling sensation of confidence through her.
"Do you think I should?" she questioned innocently, laying her head back against his broad shoulder as he forced his long, thick hardness up against himself by pressing it in between her full buttocks, the strange masculine presence confusing and delighting her.
"You better not!" he warned, and her breath hitched in her throat as he massaged and kneaded, stroked and caressed her vibrant naked breasts, pinching at the tiny, hard cherry nipples and rolling them between his fingers, causing unknown, erotic fermentations to spasm blissfully through her whole body. Then, he was moving around in front of her. She stood perfectly still, her hands by her sides, trembling wildly from the excitement swirling through her. He lowered his head, cupped her breast and sucked the erect throbbing nipple deep inside his hot, wet mouth. Nadine swayed in the darkness, the overwhelming rapture causing her to nearly lose her balance.
"Take off your panties," he said still holding to her breast, and she did, rolling them down her hips and bending forward; he took both breasts then, one in each hand and held them until she straightened, her panties in a useless pile on the floor at her feet, finally kissing and sucking each one individually.
Christ, he couldn't believe there were ever such firm young tits in the world! So full, so hot and wanting. She was more than the replica of her mother… she was her mother when Cal Sheldon had first gotten to her! And he, Jamey Halo, was going to be the first to enjoy, to take, to fuck and suck too, this unbelievable reproduction of the two of them! Godamn! There was something sadistically fulfilling about that. Christ, he could only imagine the delicate, nectaral tang, or the swooning tightness of her vestal cunt… and he didn't want to just think about it any longer. His prick had gone way beyond that stage. He felt an infuriation of lust, yet, somehow he must keep his cool, he reasoned, lest he destroy the ultimate pleasures this most delectable creature was about to bring him.
He moved her toward the bed and she eased onto it, her frightened breathing filling the room, delighting him. She lay down on her back and he moved in beside her; she rolled toward him, wrapping her arms about his neck, waiting to be kissed. He did, ramming his tongue into her mouth, almost to her throat, his one hand traversing over her breasts and down her side, across her belly, finally reaching the moist velvetness of her hot, sensitive vaginal split, toying momentarily in the sparsely covered pubic hair as her breath burst from her lungs with the shock his fingers brought her; then, searchingly, he discovered her tiny excited clitoris. He tweaked and pinched it, raising gasps that exuded into his mouth, and then he ran his fingers downward through the sensitive, undefiled flesh to the small, unbroken opening of her vagina, and while his tongue fucked into her hungrily receptive mouth, he slipped his middle finger very slowly up into the damp, tiny hole of her maidenhead… into the unpenetrated passage of her quivering vagina…
Godamn! He was going to lose his mind, his prick ached so!