She was stunned when she met Terry, the man who was to be her blind date. He was everything her friend had said, In addition, he had a way of looking at her that let her know he appreciated the way she looked. Something about his gaze gave her the impression that time spent with him would be very entertaining.
It was not that Jane was consciously considering the man's potential as a lover. She wasn't able yet to be that open with herself. But the events of the preceding night had definitely had an effect on her relationship with the opposite sex whether she was ready to admit it to herself or not.
Once they were on their way in his car, he drove straight to a restaurant. But as they entered the restaurant he asked, "Something in particular you'd like to do after dinner?”
"Not really," she answered, willing to let him guide the activities.
"Me neither,” he said, smiling. "We'll just see what happens.”
Jane had the definite feeling she was going to enjoy his company that night.
Back at the house, things looked equally rosy for the girls. Jerri, of course, did not realize that her little sisters were depending on her for their evening's entertainment. But this didn't keep it from being so. They had been busy as beavers all day planning for Rodney's visit and they were much more eager, really, than Jerri was. It couldn't miss. They'd rigged up a simple foolproof way to see everything that went on in Jerri's room by just making a few strategic changes in the way her air-conditioner duct opened into the upstairs' bathroom.
Jerri should have suspected something from the ease with which they accepted her order to remain in their room while she entertained her boyfriend. But she foolishly thought the two girls were simply becoming a little easier to handle. As soon as they entered their bedroom as directed, they simply walked on through to the adjoining bathroom, seated themselves at the proper spot, and prepared to watch the whole proceedings.
Rodney was a half hour early. Jerri was already dressed and waiting, so she didn't care. "What are you doing here so early, silly?" she asked, grinning and opening her arms to him.
He threw his arms around her waist and cupped his hands over the firm mounds of her rear end, lifting her off the floor and swinging her feet back and forth as he hugged her. "Because I couldn't wait," he said. "When you told me we'd be able to have the place to ourselves it made me want to get a real early start.”
The firm pressure of her soft front against his chest and groin made them both remember how exciting it had been between them the night before. He brushed his lips past hers, grazed his open mouth down her neck and buried his face just under her collar bone. She made a little noise with her mouth as she lost contact with his lips and he heard it change to a sigh when she felt the wetness of his kiss on her delicate skin. When he burrowed lower and pressed his lips across the tanned expanse of her upper breasts, she didn't stop him.
"You weren't the only one waiting for this," she said in a low voice.
"Then how about showing me your room?" he asked, raising his eyebrows in question.
"I was going to at least offer you something to drink first, or maybe something to smoke," she said. "But I'm getting so turned on from having you hug me I don't want to wait. Come on upstairs and I'll show you a lot more than my bedroom.”
She led him, glancing back on the way up the stairs with open desire in her eyes. She couldn't help noticing the lump in the front of his pants and after she saw it she couldn't keep her eyes off it. Inside, she put her hands on his shirt and drew her fingers slowly down the front. She passed his belt buckle and gingerly handled the hard protuberance that pressed outward from underneath the taut, straining material of his pants.
Rodney was taller by several inches than she was and he buried his face in the top of her thick clean hair as she touched him. He remembered how he'd gotten her to masturbate him only twice before in their entire long months of knowing each other. She'd let him do most of the things he wanted to do to her, but wouldn't do everything to him that he wanted her to. Having her go straight for his organ must mean she was awfully hot for love. Her boldness sent a surge of new desire through his veins. He reached for his fly. He could hardly wait to flop his penis out and get her hands on it.
"Uh-uh, not yet," she warned. "We have lots of time for a change, plus a set of nice clean sheets to get between." She grinned at him mischievously. "I feel like going real slow and doing all kinds of wild things. Know what I mean?”
He'd-been temporarily disappointed when she kept him from unzipping his fly but now things were even better than before. She was even talking about what they were doing-she almost never did such a thing.
"Sure, baby," he agreed. "Groovy! You know damned well I never get all the loving I want from you.”
He hugged her again and she teasingly wormed her braless mammaries into his chest. Jerri wore one of her tie-dye shirts made of cotton so thin he could easily feel the wonderful pressure of her twin nipple tips through his shirt. Her long hair fell over her shoulders interrupted only by a pert yellow ribbon and her skirt, although so thin and soft he could easily make out the sensuous outlines of her legs, reached to her ankles in the style of a Hindu sari. On her feet were leather sandals.
He kissed her cheeks and forehead and she started unbuttoning his shirt. She knew very-well he could feel her aroused breasts better with it off and wanted to give him more of them. He put his hands to work on her back, massaging it up and down in long, slow strokes that grew lower and lower until he reached the tight, hard cheeks of her rear.
The girls were wide-eyed in the bathroom. They'd been momentarily irritated by the fact that Jerri's back was to them and they couldn't see much, but now they could see his hands working up and down her curvaceous back and behind.
"They aren't kissing much, are they?" commented Kathie. "I thought they'd be doing lots of that.”
"No, but they sure are doing plenty with their hands. Look how he's feeling her butt up. Wonder if that would feel good? I never thought of a boy doing that to you," answered Karen.
"I bet it would if it was a guy as cute as Rodney," replied the younger girl.
They wore loose-fitting little shifts and were both barefoot. It was well they wore what they did because watching the couple made them so antsy they kept moving around and changing positions. Excitement at finally being able to really see something was making them barely able to contain themselves.
Jerri had been feeling the wetness of his lips on her face and neck while she unbuttoned his shirt. When it was open she stuck her hands inside and hugged his naked ribs and stomach, then started returning his kisses. The girls watched her pepper his chest and neck with dozens of kisses while he kept it up above. He shrugged off the shirt. The new feeling of warmth caused by her breasts rubbing against him was dynamite. She heard him take in his breath sharply as she returned his hug and pushed her frame into him.
She kicked off her sandals one at a time, raising her feet off the floor and rubbing the soles against his leg. She entwined a leg around his calf and massaged it up and down. For the first time he felt the warm, cushion like touch of her pelvic arch.
"Ummmm," he crooned, delighted at her growing passion. "How come we're still standing here in the middle of the floor, anyway?”
She grinned, realizing how dumb it was for them to stand so long when they didn't have to. "Take your Shoes off then," she said., "And we'll-”
He picked her up in his arms and lay her on the bed. "We'll move to the bed, right?" he said. "That better be what you mean because I can't wait much longer to see you naked between the sheets, baby. Here they go!”
He kicked off his loafers and they flew across the floor. One hit the wall right beside the air-conditioning duct and Kathie jumped inside her hiding place like she'd been shot. She lost no time getting back to her post beside Karen.