“I’m not sure. I’m trying to remember, but I just can’t be sure,” she responded teasingly.
“Well, it’s true. You are very, very beautiful.” I sipped some more wine and gave her a leering look up and down her body. “And that’s a lovely little dress you have on, too.” She was wearing a white linen sundress that left her shoulders bare except for a couple of very thin straps. “Is it new?”
“You noticed!” she said with surprise.
“Of course!” I eyed her lewdly. With the hand behind her back, I found the hook-and-eye catch and flicked it open and the grasped the zipper and tugged it down.
“I think you have ulterior motives, Mister Valedictorian!”
I gave her my most innocent look and set my glass back on the end table. “Oh, how can you say such a thing? I’m just trying to be helpful! Could you imagine what your parents would say if you came home with a spilled wine stain on this nice white dress? They’d be furious!” I pulled the straps down off her shoulders. Underneath the dress Jeana had been wearing an almost transparent strapless bra, and I doubt it came from K-Mart.
“You’re so thoughtful.”
“I am, I am!” I set her glass to the side and, as she lifted up off my lap, I tugged her dress completely down and off. Jeana was left sitting on my lap in her bra and matching transparent white panties and her ankle-strapped high heeled sandals. Suddenly I felt quite warm, and not because the air conditioning was set too low. “You look spectacular!” I handed Jeana back her wine and she sipped at it silently, while starting to fiddle with my tie.
I popped the clasp behind her back and her bra slipped off as well. “Worried about wine stains there, too?” she asked.
“I really think that would set your Mom off.”
“What would set my Mom off would be simply knowing that I had a bra like this!” she replied.
“Would they kill you first, or me first?”
“I think it’d be a tag team event. Dad would work on you while Mom would kill me, and then they’d swap off.” Jeana handed me her glass, and then lifted her delicious little rump and slipped off her panties. “Forget about them and drink your wine! Don’t you remember? I’m going away tomorrow for ten days. This is our last chance to be together. Hurry up! I need something a lot more stimulating than wine!”
I laughed at her and kissed her, and then helped her strip my tie and shirt off. She was right. Tomorrow morning the Colosimos were heading back to New York for vacation with their family. We needed to screw our brains out this afternoon, since after I took her home today, it was Celibacy City for the next week and a half. We finished off our wine while we made out in the armchair, and then ran into the bedroom to get more comfortable. I was exhausted and sated by the time I drove her back to her parents after we made dinner. We made love four times that day — missionary, cowgirl, doggy, and then missionary again. Jeana had an appetite and ability for carnal dissipation that was world class!
Summer was beginning, and we were planning to spend massive amounts of time together before I went off to college. I was still taking a few more humanities courses this summer, but I would still be able to spend time with her getting hot and sweaty. During the coming week, however, I was able to spend time getting into the swing of summer school over at Towson State.
It was almost two weeks, actually, before I was able to see Jeana again, and our actions were a little limited, since her monthly friend was making an appearance. Furthermore, her parents were acting very suspiciously around us, as if they didn’t want to leave us alone. At one point I asked Jeana what was going on.
“I don’t know, but I think it’s something my Aunt Theresa said to her. My cousin, Mary Jane, who’s a year younger than me, got herself knocked up. The entire vacation that’s all we talked about,” she replied.
“So, do they know what we’ve been up to?” I asked.
“No. You’re still alive!”
I semi-laughed at that, but only semi, since Mr. Colosimo gave me a number of hard looks. I wondered if her mother had found Jeana’s stash of lingerie. Well, a man has to die of something, I suppose. I always used to joke with Marilyn that I wanted to die when I was 80 while diving out a window, being shot by a jealous husband. Her typical reply was that with what I had to offer, I’d die alone in my bed.
The following week Jeana was back in shape for fun, and we were both in the mood for some serious action. Now, however, there was an air of necessity about it all. The 800 pound gorilla in the room was that I was leaving in a few months. It was one thing to date somebody at a school five miles away, but Troy was at least 350 miles away. What would happen when we split apart like that? Would we break up? Try to keep it together? Meet new people?
This was on both our minds, and weighed heavily on us. On my first trip, I didn’t have a girlfriend when I went to college, having broken up with my girlfriend mid-summer. What would we do when I left at the end of August? I didn’t know, and while I wanted desperately to spend as much time with Jeana as I could, I was feeling bittersweet and depressed about it. Jeana’s parents were also being more obstructive. Now that her cousin, her younger cousin, was pregnant, it was like they finally realized that their gorgeous little girl was dating a guy with a car.
That first week we were back together went much like previous ones. Some days I would go over to Jeana’s house after her folks went to work, some days I would pick her up and we would go out, and then back to my apartment. Friday nights and Saturday nights we would go on official dates. Things cooled down some with them, but you could still tell they were watching us a lot more closely than before.
It was the following Friday night that the schedule changed, somewhat. Jeana’s parents had to go to a dinner downtown, so they were going to be out for many hours. We went out to dinner, but then Jeana suggested we go back to her place and screw around. I shrugged and agreed, and we drove back to her house. Jeana was very turned on, and flashed her panties at me on the drive home. Once inside her house I expected that we would run to the basement, but she couldn’t even wait that long! “No, I can’t wait! I want to do it right here!” she said, dragging me into the living room.
“Here? In the living room?” I asked in disbelief. This was the one place we never fooled around.
“I was talking to Mary Jane, and she told me that was where she and her boyfriend used to do it. It made me so hot!” Jeana pulled off her tank top and her bra, and then pushed down her shorts and bikini panties. “Hurry up!”
“You’re kidding me, right?” I suddenly had a bad feeling about this.
“No! Come on, get undressed!” She grabbed my arm and pulled me towards her, and started working on my jeans.
“Jeana, did you tell your cousin that we were screwing, too?”
“Oh, yeah, we talk about everything. Come on, get undressed.”
Oh shit! Now I knew what was going on with Jeana’s parents. Jeana told Mary Jane, Mary Jane told her mother, Mary Jane’s mother told Jeana’s mother… hell, by now half the Colosimo family knew about us! I could feel my life ending. Still, I was being sexually assaulted by a naked centerfold quality girl. The blood had flowed to my small head, and I went along with Jeana’s insane plan. I sat down on the couch and stripped down as well. After all, Jeana’s parents wouldn’t be home for at least another three hours, and I figured I could drag us down to the basement after this first round.
As soon as we were naked, Jeana was in my arms, with one hand stroking my rock hard cock, while she moaned as I roughly fondled her big tits. She was feeling very aggressive that night, and she pushed me flat on my back on the couch. The next thing I knew, Jeana had reversed her own position and had crawled onto the couch on top of me. I found myself staring up at her very wet and very inviting pussy, and I totally lost any capacity for thought when her lips started sucking on my cockhead. Groaning, I gave in. I wrapped my hands around that plump ass and pulled her down, and began slurping away on her pussy lips and clit.