Jud cut the engine of his car and looked up at Jennifer's house, drumming his fingers on the steering wheel. He opened the door finally and moved up the walk to ring the bell. After a minute, the door opened and Gloria, Jennifer's mother, smiled out at him, holding the door wide.
"Good evening, Jud. Won't you come in? she offered, stepping back.
"Evening, Mrs. Dallas," he nodded, moving into the living room.
"Jennifer'll be down in a minute, Jud. Just make yourself comfortable," she said as she closed the door.
She wished she could get her husband Mitch to wear pants like the boys did. Jud was really hung, she noted as he sat down. Too bad boys like that weren't easily available for women with some experience.
"I'll see how she's doing," she said, moving up the stairs, smiling to herself over her line of thought. Just a dirty ol' lady, I guess, she chuckled.
Jud heard her knock at Jennifer's door, the sound of Jen's voice, and the door opening and closing again. Uncomfortable, he picked up a magazine to flip through.
Gloria saw Jennifer zipping up the side of her rawhide skirt as she entered the room. The girl lifted a chartreuse blouse of light jersey, and Gloria noted the full swell against the lace bra cups. She was her mama's daughter all right, and would undoubtedly retain her beauty as well as Gloria had.
"Jud's here, honey."
"I'll be right down," Jennifer said, buttoning the blouse.
"Jenny?"
"Um?" she responded. Receiving no reply she looked up. "What is it, mom?"
"I'm not quite sure how to say this, but… " Gloria faltered.
Jennifer stood waiting, surprised to see her mother at a loss for words.
“I don't want to pry or anything, Jenny, but have you and Jud… you know…?" she questioned, her eyebrows lifted.
Jennifer blushed and turned to rearrange her makeup table.
"I mean, I don't want to see you start acting wild or foolishly, but… I don't want you to get in trouble either," she continued, sitting on the edge of the bed.
"Mother, what are you trying to say?" Jennifer asked, her nervousness provoking an impatient irritation.
"Don't snap at me, Jennifer," Gloria corrected sternly.
"Yes, mother," Jennifer sighed.
"I'm talking about B.C.s, birth control pills. If you want, I'll make an appointment with Dr. Ives for you," she offered rather quickly, wanting to get this over with.
Jennifer sucked her lips in, pressing her teeth down against them, finding it hard to believe that this was happening.
"Yes, mother," she mumbled, her back still turned to hide her embarrassment
"I'm sorry, dear, but I don't like talking to your back, nor can I understand mumbling."
"Yes, I'd like you to make an appointment, mother," she said, turning around with her eyes downcast.
"Fine. As I said, I hope you won't regard this as approval on my part."
“No, mother."
"Well, I'll tell Jud you'll be right down," she smiled, Jennifer recognizing it as a meaningless mannerism having nothing to do with either humor or enjoyment. "Jenny…?" she began.
"Yes?"
"Nothing," Gloria said and closed the door behind her, glad that she had caught herself. She had wanted to ask if Jud was good in bed, but realized that it would have sounded callous or tasteless to her daughter's young ears. None the less, she could not help but wonder about Jud's or, for that matter, Jenny's talents. Fumbling kids, of course. Did she turn him on at all? Well. she could sit around and fantasize after they had gone.
The horizon was pale blue, darkening into black night to the east. Low white caps slid in toward the beach, and broke to wash up over the sand in smooth sheets. Jennifer looked out her window at the Pacific, wondering at her mother's sudden offer of birth control pills. She was glad, but it made her feel odd, as if her mother had intruded into her most private realm, Insinuating something unpleasant.
She turned her eyes to Jud who glanced toward her with a smile. She had been overjoyed when he had awkwardly suggested driving directly to the beach.
She slid over next to him, her leg pressed against his, and laid her hand on the firmness of his thigh.
Jud looked at her with anticipation, and then back to the road. A full moon sequined the ocean with reflected light, and the beach was a sensuous blend of blonde sand dunes and brown shadows.
"What're you thinkin' about?" he asked to break the silence.
"Oh, nothing really. I… no, I was thinking about us,' she forced herself to admit.
"Yeah?"
"Yeah," she grinned, relaxing.
He turned the radio on, amused that he had forgotten about it, and slid one arm around her back. She rested her head against his shoulder, her hair drifting out with the breeze from the car windows.
"Jud… I… love you, darling," she whispered, glad for the refuge of his shoulder.
"Yea, I, uh…" he laughed nervously, squeezing her shoulder. "Yeah."
"Yeah?" she imitated, touched by his shyness.
"I love you too, baby. It… it's just kinda hard sayin' it, you know? A guy… he never knows how a girl's gonna take it."
"Love, that's all, Jud. That's what it means to me. One day at a time, like… like the rest of life," she said, searching herself.
"Yesterday," by The Beatles, blended with the gentle hum of the ocean, and they sat self-consciously through the song. Then their eyes met. He lowered his face to feel the swell of her lips against his, his tongue easing them apart to glide between her teeth to share caresses with her tongue. Her hands glided up to the sides of his face, her fingers playing in the hair behind his ears, her fingernails touching against his flesh. He slid one hand up her back, feeling the softness of the jersey glide between their flesh, and his other hand held her hip, the heel of his hand feeling the top of her thigh while his fingertips played against the resilience of her backside, the leather of her skirt a textured second skin.
Their breathing grew heavier, the movements of their mouths more Insistent, their tongues lancing back and forth. Gradually, they lowered back till she was laid out upon the front seat, Jud sitting on the edge to lean over her. His hand slid around from her back to move up her stomach to her breasts. His fingers curled out and the whole of her breasts was his, a domed swell yielding to his touch.
Their bodies sweltered with heat that burned outward to flush and tingle their flesh. His hand was under her blouse, upon the contours of her belly, over the lace cups of her bra, and around behind her to fumble with the snaps that finally came loose, back around the firm smoothness of her side, and over the hot cushion of her breast, her plump nipple molding to his palm. Her shoulders pulled back, the muscles bunching with the wave of sensation, and she arched against his touch. Her hands were upon the ripples of his back muscles. He was laying atop her. There was too little air and too much heat one moment, but the next moment it was erased from the canvas of awareness by the weight of his loins against hers.
As if in slow motion, their lips separated, the flesh adhering for a moment In reluctant parting. Through clouded vision, hearing only the heavy heaves of their breathing, they looked at one another.
"Baby, do you…? I… I can wait If you want, but… I don't want to," he whispered, their faces almost touching. "I just want you, want to love you.'
"Yes, I… yes." she trembled with a radiance of passion.
"There's a blanket in the back…"
She nodded with a joyous smile; and he slid back, turning the radio off. The door was open and he was outside, and her hands were In his, and she was gliding up and out to feel the coolness of the ocean breeze upon her heated flesh. He opened the trunk and removed the blanket, closing It back. He took the car keys from the Ignition; and they slid their arms around one another. They moved up the beach and back in to the dunes, the sand flowing round their feet.
Behind a dune that blocked the wind, Jud spread out the blanket, a dark blue patch upon the blonde sand. They stood a moment, savoring the sight of one another.
"Jud, I… a virgin," she said, chewing at the corner of her mouth.
"So am I," he admitted, realizing it only after the words were out.
"Really?" she asked with surprise, having assumed any male as handsome as Jud would have had more experience than she. She felt her nervousness ease, a sense of comradeship pulling her even closer to him.
"Yeah," he nodded sheepishly.
"Good," she smiled.
"You're not disappointed?" he asked.
"We'll learn together."
She was in his arms and his hands were sailing up her sides to raise the blouse, her flesh velvet beneath his touch. She lifted her arms and it was over her head, her moonlit hair spilling back down around her face. The light cloth fluttered to the ground, and the straps of her already unfastened bra slid down her arms to join it. Her fingers freed the buttons of his shirt and she felt the blond hair of his chest fur her breasts, arid he sighed at the press of the warm flowerings.
Nude from the waist up, their hands grazed over their exposed flesh, his chest and her breasts flowing together, their mouths blending. They knelt and the catch of her skirt was free, the zipper slid its length, and the skirt was a loop of leather around her knees. His fingers parted her nylon briefs from the ripe swell of her buttocks to feel the silken roundness beneath his oscillations. His other hand encased her other cheek, and the panties were rolled down.
They leaned over, the blanketed sand shifting to the press of their prone bodies.
Her fingers cleared his belt and freed the button of his pants. They coiled in his pubic hair, touching the root of his prick, curling down and plucking it loose from the hold of cloth to circle it in a firm squeeze.
His mouth worked with an impassioned fervor, coming loose of her lips to guide his tongue to her ear, letting the point spiral inward, his breath a diffused massage of warmth. His hands flexed the luxurious yield of her derriere, his forehead furrowed to her tremulous manipulation of his throbbing staff. His tongue slid to the juncture of her throat's graceful curve and the supple valley above her collar bone, burrowing in against the flesh, and he felt her body roll against his, her fingers tightening their undulating hold.
Jennifer's fingers hooked round the tops of his slacks and underwear, working them down over his fiat rump and below the stallion thrust of his machine. She cupped his balls and stroked the length of his prod, her tongue at his ear as she swung her hips against the press of his thigh. Then he was gliding up and away from her and she reached out lest she lose him, but he was not standing, only kneeling to lower her panties to her skirt, pulling both down the length of her legs and off. He paused a moment, feasting his eyes for the first time on her total nudity. His breath labored, he let his eyes gaze over the long legs, auburn thatch, tapered belly, and upthrust breasts.
Jennifer blushed lightly at his loving inspection, and lifted up to take hold of his pants, pushing them down to his knees. He smiled and dropped back to the blanket, and they were both naked. Her eyes memorized the definition of his muscled body, the bunch of his stomach muscles, his handsome face, and his throbbing manhood that arched straight out from his body.
Her hands curved to the tops of his thighs and she was sinking down to touch her mouth to the light purple bulb, her hair trickling over his loins in minute sweepings of sensation. Her hands slid up to his hips and her tongue and lips wove a casing of fire over the swollen head. One hand curled under a breast to cup It, and his back arched to press his head down into the embrace of the beach.
She savored the taste of the bauble of flesh and took it all Into her mouth, her lips easing down around the shaft. She sucked deeply, quaffing the taste of his skin, her hair a cascade upon his belly. She felt him tremble within and lift up against her, and her hands skied over his belly and loins, coming together to cradle the tight purse with its holding of his testicles. His moan lolled against the muted roar of the sea, and his hand tightened on her breast as he shifted. She started to speak out, to stop him, but turned onto her side as he pivoted to graft his mouth to her lush furrow.
His tongue sliced the voluptuous sanctuary, and her nether lips parted to his snaking probe. She shivered at the dip and infiltration as he savored the sweet pulsing; and he felt his body ease and contract with the convulsions she played on his prick He felt the press of her opened portals and ringlets of her hair upon his face, and felt his tongue catch under the pearlike node of her cit He flicked the tip over the firm kernal, his lips holding back the soft furls of its embrasure. A fragile perfume filled his nostrils, her taste was sweet.
Jud felt himself skim the periphery of paradise, his mind embroiled within the bombardment of his central nervous system, his stomach pulled in upon itself with the intensity that quivered his loins. His eyelids closed, and his hands tightened around the domes of her backside.
Rapture disintegrated the facade of Jennifer's social being, and she was freed to the quake and flash of her body responding to Jud's searing tongue and knowing touch. A wave of lightning coursed through her.
They writhed and bucked against one another, moans and cries spilling around mouthed flesh. The blanket twisted and bunched beneath them, and their fused flesh vibrated with their pulsations. Jud jerked at a sudden rush of flaming spasms, and tried to pull free of Jennifer. But she held him tightly and his mouth opened wide against her tender lodging, and he was consumed with the lava bursts of his climax. She took in his explosive come greedily, and he bucked loose of her lamb pit with a cry of release, his face contorted with the vastness of engulfing satiation. Then it was moving past, but his body continued to jerk with the depth of his response, and he fell away from her, turned from the waist to lay back gasping. He tried to move back but was too weak. She lifted her head from his spent flesh, her eyes glistening with happiness over what she had given him. She started to sit up, but his hands encircled her hips and slowly tightened.
"No, darling, just lay back and… " she began.
His mouth fell back into the garden of her underbelly, and she felt him recup her cut, sucking at it as his tongue dueled with it in raindrop slashes. She floated back down and her fingers curled ineffectually around his softened tool.
He consorted with the focal point of her awareness, holding the pearl in a setting of fluctuating flesh that circled, flicked, sucked and vibrated it with kisses. Caught upon the spindle of his tongue, she squinned and thrashed under the flurry within the tender yield of her depths. Then, the center point of sensation surged out to blanket all her senses into one shattering roar that rushed upward, pulling forward into the blinding flash of a realization of infinite pleasure. And she was afloat In serenity.
He raised up onto one elbow and their eyes met, and the joy of a shared world shined and reflected and there was no need for words. He turned around and they embraced, holding one another to tightly press their flesh together as close as possible.
"Whew, Jen, I…"
"Yeah," she smiled. "Want to go for a swim?" she asked after a minute.
Refreshed, he stood and lifted her up with him. They kissed and ran down toward the water. The tan of their bodies, broken only by the white of their loins and her breasts, danced into the sea, splashing gaily. The water swirled around their knees, and they dove out into the surf to appear a few moments later, surging up amid a moonlit spray, their hair a shimmering wash flaying the air.
Standing, they came into one another's arms, feeling the wet slide of flesh between them. Her mouth opened to the turn of his lips, and their hands slid over the moist contours of their bodies. Despite the wash of cool water, Jud felt his flesh begin to harden again. White froth surged and swelled around their loins, churning between their thighs and swaying their bodies together.
His hands covered her shoulder blades to press her breasts in a wet glide over the water matted hair of his chest She felt the hair curl and uncurl around the hardened rise of her nipples, the supple cupolas of the aureoles pressed back against her. Her hands fondled his sides, and she felt the lunge and shift of his hardened cock against her belly.
Jud reached down and plucked his straining shaft from the broiling water, guiding it with the flow into her amber harbor. He leaned forward from the knees, rolling his hips to dive up into her. He felt the resistance of the membrane and checked his movement Their eyes met and held for a moment, their mouths lounging against one another; and she nodded. Her lips writhed against his and he felt her tongue churn into his mouth.
Jud unlocked his legs to let the shifting of the sea play the head of his lance against the resistance of her hymen. Her mouth tightened against his and her teeth bit softly into his lower lip, and suddenly the veil broke, and he felt the suddenly permeable fissure taking In the length of him.
A pink plume slid from the blend of their flesh to immediately disappear in the green and turbulence. Jennifer tightened at the shredding under Jud's penetration, only to suddenly relax at the detumescence; and then there was no pain. Her mind spun on a carrousel of awed rapture, his tapering plunge an exaltation of her senses. They trembled to the dialogue of flesh, the electric currents leaping through their united bodies, encased within the tapestry of tumbling ocean currents.
The moist sand shifted under the press of his feet, and the sudden crest of a wave tossed Jud to the side. Still linked, they fell, rolling to keep their heads above water, and they knelt in the tumult, his loins telescoping up into her suckling cover. Digging his feet into the sand, Jud lunged up and Jennifer moaned as he lifted her with him. Standing again, he seized her thighs just below the sway of her backside and pulled toward him, and her legs rose with the support of his grip. She locked her ankles at the small of his back, and her ripe cul-de-sac blossomed to the drive of his spar and her mouth lashed at his.
He moved back toward the beach, his braced legs webbing the air with splashes of glittering light. With each step, Jennifer rocked upon the spindle of his prick, feeling the wedge of it roll and toss against her liberated confine.
He stumbled up onto the sand that sparkled with pearls of moonlight as the blankets of moisture ran back down, and then back up in a cascade of foam and froth. He dropped to his knees, holding Jennifer braced against him, and then slid his hands up her back to lower her down to the pale glimmer, his hands returning to the dimpled small of her back, and over the swell of her buttocks to encase her thighs. Her legs spread, and he was dipping down into her uplifted cleft.
Her shoulders slid upon the sweep of the tide, her hair twining streaks of blonde and gold in the silver as he polished the tender chamber, building his pace, feeding his staff up into her. The moon shimmered against the night sky behind his head; and she thrust and bucked up against his fall. And they both cried out against the rumble of the ocean.
His torso turned and twisted to the heat of his loins, and he sucked in great lungfulls of air, gulping at it greedily, his vision swimming. Jennifer felt her senses leap beyond their loveplay in the dunes, vast surges seizing her. Her mouth opened wide, her breathing stopped at the dancing lances of reflected moonlight that seemed to leap up around them to blind her sight. And they both cried out, their bodies sealing together with a consumptive culmination, shaking them to their deepest recesses.
Gradually their tension eased, slowly hearing returned, vision refocused, and their hearts and lungs pumped feverishly. It was as if they had been granted sight after a life of blindness, and they covered one another with their lips and touch, words of love tumbling with the waves. As they dropped back, the moon, bright above them was a sheet, and the softness of the beach was their bed.