Phyllis Baxter - A loving family

"Well, you're just going to have to get used to the idea because that's where we're going to live," he said, getting up to leave her alone to finish dressing.

"Yeah, I guess you're right. I might as well give it a chance," she agreed. She slid her dress over her shoulders and patted it down. "Wait. Zip me up, then tell me how I look," she ordered. He obeyed, impressed at her beauty. Then he sat back down to stare at her. "You're really beautiful," he said in an awed tone. He meant it. The dress fit her like skin, revealing her trim hips and tiny waist, while the low cut bodice barely contained her lush rounded breasts. "You're sweet," Linda cooed, "but will Kenny like it?" Paul felt a stirring in his cock and a slight twinge of jealousy as she bent over to reveal the deep cleavage between her melon-like breasts. He brushed aside the pang of guilt he felt and said gruffly, "Any guy in his right mind would." Then, remembering his own evening activities, he added somewhat sheepishly, "Say, Linda, another thing I wanted to talk to you about…"

"Sure, Paul," she said smiling, "I'm loaded." Linda fumbled in her purse on the dresser and commented, "Consider it payment for all your flattery," she said, tossing him a five dollar bill.

"How did you know that's what I wanted to talk to you about?" Paul asked, pocketing the money.

"It's your usual Friday night topic of conversation…" she laughed, brushing her long blonde hair and tying it neatly at her neck.

"Well, thanks Linda. I can pay you back Monday."

"Right, then hit me up again on Friday. Forget it; it's a gift," she said gaily, her previous ill humor forgotten for the moment.

"Gee, that's really nice of you Linda. And you really do look super," he complimented her. "I'm not just saying that because you gave me money either!"

Linda kissed him impulsively on the mouth and patted his cheek.

"Enjoy yourself… and behave!"

"Me?" the thirteen-year-old said in mock surprise. "You know what a goody-goody I am. It's you that better watch your step."

"Don't you worry… I can handle Kenny Meyer," she said grinning lewdly. Mike ignored the implication of her words and moved towards the door. He was a bit troubled, but looking at her, he knew Linda was able to take care of herself. She was quite a girl!

"Okay, see you later!" he said as he left her room, striding down the hall. He looked the perfect athlete, and at times, Linda wished she could meet someone as handsome and virile as her cousin. Well, she thought to herself, Kenny Meyer will just have to do for now.

Linda wasn't especially looking forward to her date with Kenny Meyer, although he was considered a big wheel at school. He was a handsome devil, she had to admit, and he knew it. They had a lovely dinner at a nice restaurant, and in spite of the fact that Kenny didn't seem able to talk about anything other than himself and his car, Linda had enjoyed the first part of the evening. In a way, she didn't blame him for being excited about his flashy sports car, but then she'd been out with a lot of guys with great cars, none of which seemed to worship their automobiles the way Kenny did. What's more, she thought sourly, a girl could expect a guy to give her a little more attention on a date. After all… she was hardly the wallflower type. Nor was she the kind of girl who fell all over a guy. It was up to him to come to her.

As he walked her out of the restaurant and to his car, she wondered what he had in mind for the rest of the evening. As if reading her thoughts, he said, "How about a drive? It's a nice night…"

"Sounds great," she conceded. "Maybe we could go out to the old highway…" She glanced at him to see if he caught her hint. The place was a notorious rendezvous for lovers.

Kenny shot her a sharp look, a new gleam in his eyes. "Fantastic idea, sweetheart! Sort of had it in mind myself."

As they drove through the town, Linda thought he shifted gears unnecessarily so he could rub her thigh and knee, and she wondered if he had the idea that she was an easy lay. I guess I am, she thought to herself, barely able to suppress a giggle, but still, she refused to be taken for granted. He had already admitted that his intentions were to drive out to the old highway, and that told her a lot. He acted like he expected her, or any girl for that matter, to open her legs for him, just because he was a big football wheel and owned an expensive car. Linda resolved quietly that he had a surprise coming. He wasn't going to get into her pussy just by snapping his fingers and batting his eyelashes at her.

She had been to the old highway too many times, with too many guys like Kenny to get all carried away. This was going to be her night. They would play the game her way or not at all… if he wanted to play by her rules, she just might let him fuck her, but if he got too smart, he would lose out on the best lay he'd ever had.

The beautiful blonde teenager was getting bored with her date's constant chatter about cars, and she wasn't favorably impressed by his inept efforts to rub her thigh. He was a phony, she decided. He hadn't been out with half the girls he'd like everyone to think he has. She wouldn't be surprised if the creep were a virgin!

Shifting about in her cramped quarters, Linda wondered why guys bought these kinds of cars. They were too small to do anything but sit and drive!

Kenny turned the car into a narrow lane overhung with trees and drove a short distance into the woods. They pulled up in a moonlit glade beside the river, and the moss-laden trees gave the spot an ominous feel at night. Linda listened to the sound of the water and the night birds, and suddenly, her thoughts were far from Kenny Meyer. She began to think about her father… her wonderful father who she hadn't seen for so long. He would be returning very soon now, and Linda wondered if he would still love her as much as before. She had never had to share her father's love with another woman, not since her mother, who she hardly remembered died. She knew she would have been much more resentful of his marriage if it had been to anyone other than her Aunt Jean; she was okay, really okay… and besides, she was Paul's mother!

"It's really beautiful here," Linda said dreamily. It was truly a romantic spot, a remnant of long ago when the world was a less complicated, easier place to live.

"Speaking of beautiful, baby, you're up with the best," Kenny smirked. It was the first word he had spoken all evening that directly concerned her, and she had been miffed, earlier that he hadn't commented about her dress.

Linda smiled and Kenny reached over to kiss her. He was surprised by Linda's instant response, shoving her tongue into his mouth and making him jump. As his hand slid down over her breast, she flicked her tongue in and out of his gasping mouth. She thought he would reach for her thigh or crotch, but he just rubbed her breast, as if to see if it were real.

She moved her hand down to his waist and expertly unzipped his pants. Then she put her hand inside and grasped his thickening cock, maneuvering it so that it came out of his pants. She moved the loose skin up and down and almost giggled as he began to moan deep in his throat as if he were in pain. Linda wondered if he would ever get around to grabbing at her pussy, but he seemed hung up on her firm breast. He had slid his hand down inside her brassiere and was playing with the taut nipple, rolling it between his thumb and forefinger. She liked the feeling, but it didn't compare with having her cunt played with.

She began to move her hand up and down on his cock, squeezing it hard and bringing the thick shaft to full, stiff erection. Then she made a tight ring with her thumb and fingers and encircled the swollen head, working her hand firmly over the cock-head. She was beginning to warm up to the young man, but was becoming a little irritated that it took him so long to get with it.