Tammy went to the small bath and took a quick shower. Larry was getting to be a problem. Just because he had broken up with his girl in high school was no reason to think he could start feeling over her whenever he chose. She had let Uncle Paul know that she didn't like being touched all the time. She'd have to make it just as clear to Larry.
It wasn't that she didn't appreciate their giving her a place to stay while she attended college. She did appreciate that. She knew that her mother could never afford to send her off to college. When Uncle Paul called last summer to make the offer, she had been thrilled. She had never really known them. She had met them at several family gatherings, but they were not her parent's favorite part of the family. She vaguely remembered other cousins complaining about how Paul Peters couldn't keep his hands off them. That was before Tammy had such to keep hands off of. She and her mother had talked over the offer and decided to accept it.
The brunette remembered the expression on her uncle's face when she arrived. He stared at her ripe tits in amazement, then let his eyes drop to look at her tiny waist and full hips. He checked out her legs, then stared at her tits again. She felt anger rising in her as he kept looking at the oversized boobs. They had been a problem to her for the last three Wars. It seemed for a while that they'd never stop growing. It had been a constant struggle to fend off boy's hands from the luscious breasts.
She'd apparently cured her uncle of playing touch. A few punches in his ribs, a few sharp cares, and he'd begun keeping his distance from her. Larry had been no problem, not at all. That is, he'd been no problem until this week. He'd been content to use up his sexual energies on the little blonde he was dating. Tammy had come home one afternoon and heard them in his room. There was no doubt what they were doing, not the way the bed squeaked and bounced against the wall. Tammy stayed in her own room until dinner. Her cousin had looked over at her once with a sheepish expression on his face. This afternoon Tammy wished that he had made up with the blonde, or had found himself another high school girl to entertain himself.
The brunette paused in front of her mirror. She shook her head sadly. She could hardly blame the men from staring at her. It wasn't every day they could see tits as full and ripe as hers, nor such a dramatically narrow waist beneath them. Her ass jutted out behind her in a terribly provocative way. She shook her head sadly. Why did everyone want to get their hands on her except Dr. Cooper? She'd love to have Tom Cooper pawing over her. The girl spun about, remembering what a thrill it had been just imagining her professor was fucking her.
If she couldn't get Tom, then why not Bart Williams. She'd settle for the tall fellow student. She had gotten him to speak every time they passed on the campus. Today he smiled warmly, his eyes dropping over her curves for just a moment. He'd blushed, though, and hurried on toward his classes. Shit! The ones who interested her ignored her. The others were always around panting.
CHAPTER TWO
"Please!" the Tammy cried as he twisted her arm behind her and pushed her through the door. "No, Larry! Please don't!"
"I'm not about to miss fucking your sweet pussy," he answered hoarsely. "No way I'm going to let this chance get by me. I've been hard every since you moved in. Now I'm going to get some relief for my cock." He pushed her through the worn and released her as she fell onto the bed. He stood for a moment, his breath coming in excited pants as he looked down at the way her tits heaved beneath the tight fitting sweater. His hands shook as he unbuckled his belt and stepped out of his pants.
Tammy leaned back in shock as his pecker waved in front of her. His shorts came down, releasing the angry prick and letting it rise menacingly before her. She had been taken off guard tonight. She had relaxed for a moment, thinking that they could be friends, could have a nice evening together like cousins should. They had rummaged through the refrigerator, gathering left overs, then sat at the table in the kitchen and chattered while they devoured the cold cuts. Larry pulled out a beer and opened it, offering one to Tammy.
"No thank you," she smiled. "Is that allowed? I mean are you allowed to drink beer during football season?" The husky teen-ager was the star linebacker on his high school team. If the local papers could be trusted, he had already been scouted by Alabama, Ohio State and a dozen lesser football powers. Tammy watched the sneaky grin spread across his face.
"You won't tell, will you?" he asked in a conspiratorial voice. "I'll run a couple of extra laps tomorrow to get rid of it." He turned the can up and took a long swallow, then sat back down and began to pile ham and sliced chicken on a slice of bread. Tammy got him to talk about the little blonde he had just broken up with. Larry had resented the girl being so possessive and jealous.
"I'm popular," he bragged. "She just couldn't take the way all the broads hung around me. Sure, she was a foxy chick, but I'm not about to let a broad tell me I can't look at other girls."
Tammy agreed that the girl had been acting too demanding. She wondered how much the boy wasn't telling. Was it looking at the other girls, or had she caught him making out with someone else? Somehow, Tammy was certain that her cousin had given the blonde ample reason for jealousy. She watched him finish one sandwich and begin to stack up another. He took a second mammoth helping of potato salad, and looked over at his cousin, eyes glancing momentarily on her tits before he looked back up into her eyes.
"Hey!" he said, "What about you? Hell, I've been so busy all fall that I haven't even noticed how much you've been going out? You got you a man, yet?"
He was right about having been so busy. He was always gone on weekends before she left to attend any of the pates at the college. Tammy suspected that he didn't get back home until long after she had returned on those nights. Two or three times she had been awake to hear his car drive up, then hear him come noisily inside the house. He certainly didn't let his football training interfere with his social life, at least not on weekends. She smiled back at him, not interested in revealing too much about her own private life.
"No one particularly," she answered. "I have several I sort of switch around between." She saw his eyes sparkle at her. She didn't realize that she had made a mistake, that she should have told of a single man she was very thick with. If she had done that, she might have been spared his later attentions. She was afraid, however, that he would have taken such an answer is an opportunity to pry into her life even more.
"What do you do on dates?" he asked. "I mean do you go to something particular, like a concert or a dance? Or do you just go somewhere and make out?" His eyes pierced into her. Tammy shifted uncomfortably in the chair. Damn it, he was asking too many questions.
"We usually have places to go," she, answered vaguely. "You're awfully nosey, you know," he smiled unabashed at her complaint. He made himself a third immense sandwich and went to the refrigerator for a second beer. He turned back to her a he opened the can and shrugged his shoulders.
"I didn't mean to ply," he apologized. "I just mean that, well, I'll be in college next year and I wondered what all went on. You know, like is everything already planned and all."
"You can do as you please," Tammy assured him. "You don't have to check in or anything like that. If you want to go to a particular dance or concert or party, then you go. I suppose if you wanted to just drive out to the country and park on a lonely road, you could." She didn't tell about the mating grounds as they called the back portion of the campus. She didn't mention the fact that it was almost impossible to walk through there at night without stumbling over a couple wrapped in a blanket.