"Okay," he said, sitting down in the living room. "Now what is it you want, kid?"
"To begin with, I'm not a kid," she told him. "Now remember, you promised you'd do anything I wanted."
"Yeah, yeah, sure thing, anything at all."
"Well, to begin with, I hear you were quite a make-out artist with the girls. I'd like you to tell me about at least one of them."
"Hey, you're just a kid," he muttered. "I can't talk about stuff like that."
"You promised," she softly insisted, pushing him back into his seat when he would have risen.
"Yeah, well, look, kid, it's been some little time since I scored with any chicks. I mean all that booze took its toll on me. I sorta can't… well… it's hard to explain… "
"You're saying you can't get it up," Jo Ann said nonchalantly.
"Hey, come on, cut it out," he all but roared. "You're just a kid, you know."
"Well you haven't had any beer or anything alcoholic for the past couple of days," she reminded him. "I'll bet if you wanted to, you'd be able to raise cain, and I do mean a BIG ‘cane'."
"That's not nice talk coming outta a young girl like you," the handsome senior insisted.
"It's about time you recognized the fact that Fm more than just some dumb young kid. I'm growing up, Christ. I want to learn. The best way to learn is to talk to someone who already knows, who can explain feelings. Now how about it?"
He sat there looking at her for a moment, then stroked his chin and nodded, saying, "Well, just so's it's only talk… I suppose… "
"Sure," she nodded. "I'll bet some of those girls you dated were real knockouts, huh?"
He stared at her for a long moment, looking at her lovely heart-shaped face, and then he said, "You know, kid, there wasn't a one of them who had a face as good as yours. I'll bet, when you get a little older, you'll have one of those bodies that won't quit."
"Come on," she said, sitting on the arm of his chair, purposely leaning against his arm if only to make him aware that under her jumper she had growing breasts, "I'll bet you really knew how to make a girl feel good, huh?"
Jo Ann felt the sizzling thrill run through her as her breasts became aware of the hard muscles in the man's arm. A wild thrill ran through her again and again. She felt the arousal building, building very rapidly. It was a lascivious thrill that made the young girl lean forward, her unlipsticked lips wet and parted, her eyes half-closed, her breast continuing to brush against his muscled arm as she said, "Come on, now. You promised. Tell me all about it."
Chris leaped up and pulled away from the young girl, suddenly aware for the first time he was becoming aroused, and by a kid of all things. This just wasn't right.
"All right," he told her. "I'll tell you. There was this girl I met at the bar not too long ago, a brunette. I went to her place with her and she got undressed, and well… we… did it."
"You mean you screwed her," Jo Ann smiled, triumph written all over her face as she realized he was perspiring.
"Yeah, I screwed her," the senior nodded. "It's just that I don't like usin' that kinda language with a kid like you. You're fresh and wholesome, not like those… "
"Shame on you," she said. "Was she a whore?"
"Nah, she was just a kid lookin' fer a good time, and… "
"Then you have no business calling her any kind of name," Jo Ann told him. "What she did, she did because she liked you and wanted to be with you for a little while."
"Yen," he nodded, sweating heavily as he stared at the girl, aware for the first time in his life desire for her was building higher and higher. God! What was wrong with him? Two minutes ago, she was just a kid. Now, all of a sudden, he was feeling this almost uncontrollable urge to screw the ass off her. This was ridiculous. It was wrong, dead wrong. Why the hell had he allowed her to get him on this subject?
Jo Ann was aware of the effect she was having on Chris. The wild look in his eyes mirrored the same look she had seen in Dean Joseph's eyes the past Monday. But this time she was in no hurry. This time she was the one doing the seducing. Unbuttoning the top button on her blouse under her jumper, she asked, "Was the girl any good?"
"Yeah," he muttered, staring as she walked from the living room toward the room she had come to know as his bedroom. His eyes followed her though he remained standing where he was.
She undid the straps on her jumper and Jet it fall to the floor outside his bedroom. With her foot she kicked it into the room, and stood there in a snowy white brassiere and panties, and shoes and socks.
"Did she have big breasts?"
He was staring at her with his mouth hanging open. This was impossible. She was just a kid, though he had to admit she didn't have a stick-straight body like he had supposed. He was able to see her breasts, the same breasts she had pressed against his arm, so round, so smooth inside that white brassiere. She had a nice, thin waist, and if her hips didn't actually flare out, they had a silky smoothness to them. Unable to help himself, he began walking toward her. He wanted to tell her not to do this, to get dressed and get out of here. Hell! Maybe if he kept talking long enough, he'd be able to keep from doing anything foolish. In fact, if he talked long enough he might become impotent after a while. At the moment there was nothing impotent about the hardness between his thighs. God! It was long, it was thick, and it had been so long since he had buried it in a female, his adrenal glands were pumping away insanely.
She stepped into his bedroom and he hurried after her, finding she had turned on the light in there. She was shifting her young weight from hip to hip as she asked, "Did she have big breasts? You didn't answer me."
"Now you stop that," he grunted, but made no move to try and keep her from undressing, as she finished removing her brassiere and let it fall to the floor.
"Did she look as sexy as me?" she asked, then mentally corrected herself, as I.
The young man gulped as he stared at the lovely little blonde girl. Christ! She was one sexy piece, all right, really sexy. Jesus! It had never occurred to him a kid this young was capable of radiating so much sex. Wow! She was really something, this one, really something. Her legs while not long, were slender and were beginning to develop that sexy taper, and when she turned her back to him, he saw the tautness of her asscheeks under the panties. She undulated from side to side as she walked closer to the bed. Without a word, Chris watched her go, looking at the rhythmic rise and fall of her buttocks as he hastily gulped and shut the bedroom door, afraid someone might come home inopportunely and spot them there. Not that it would happen. Both his parents worked, and neither would be come until five.
She walked over to the bed, naked except for her panties, and she lay down, assuming a sexy pose she had seen in a movie magazine once, with one leg raised and the other extended as she looked at him with soulful eyes, eyes that held him magnetically so that he was unable to think of her as anything other than a sexy female. Her small breasts were firm and didn't fall back into her chest, but stood up, the nipples pointing straight at the ceiling. Slowly she straightened her bent leg, then parted her thighs wide. He was standing at the foot of the bed, looking at her youthfully delightful body, his eyes zeroing in on her groin, plainly seeing the imprint of her luscious vagina as it pressed against the tight, white band of her panties. As he stared, wiping the back of his hand across his mouth, she allowed her youthful hips to gyrate sensuously.
With a gasp the young senior male was on the bed, unable to restrain himself any longer. He fell on top of her, still fully clothed, and his hands were suddenly running up and down over her slender, willowy tan body. He was absolutely shocked and surprised because of the intensity and abandon of her sexual response. She ground her lovely hips against him and her hands pawed at his clothing, trying to get it all off him while her open young mouth kissed him and her hot tongue ran rampant through his oral cavern.