John Reskind - Kappy

Jean Wilson could not rid herself of the feeling that they were being unduly persecuted. She studied her young husband of five weeks who stood on the opposite side of the bed watching as he removed his shirt and trousers to reveal his lanky frame, a tender emotion of deep affection filling her. They had done nothing… absolutely nothing, she reasoned incredulously as she unzipped and stepped out of the maid's black, petite uniform that the Keeles insisted she wear. Yet, there they were, serving a ridiculous probationary period, and all because of a miserably decrepit judge…

"It could be worse, honey," her husband spoke assuagely, interrupting her thoughts, the warm smile brightening his sharp-angled, boyish features meant to lessen the oppression that had been with her since Judge McGraw had sentenced them earlier that day. "So, we didn't know anything about the damned grass Nick had… they could still have thrown the book at us. Ignorance is no excuse, you know… and I'm thinking that if it hadn't been for Chief Lannigan and Max Keele… well, we'd both be taking a nice hike…"

"But how could we know Nick had marijuana on him? My God, we had just met them not an hour before… then, like a pair of idiots we had to go along to their party," the seventeen-year-old, honey-haired girl reflected lamentably, her wide and innocent green eyes puddling with tears as they had time and again throughout the ordeal of the past ten hours.

"I know… I know, baby," Ken Wilson conceded, sensing the lump rising in his own throat at the little tears trickling down her angelic face. He stood awkwardly running his hands through his own long, chestnut hair, his shorts alone covering his nakedness.

Damn, what a fine beginning he'd gotten them off to! Married five weeks, eloping the way they had against her parents' wishes, and now this mess. Her father'd been right… he'd never amount to a "row of ashcans"… college dropout, vagabond… a worthless bastard at twenty, that's what he was. Hell, he'd had no right marrying her and he'd known it from the start, but he hadn't been able to help himself… he'd loved her from the first moment that day he'd seen her on the beach, reminding him of a golden Venus in her tiny white bikini… just as she did at that very second, her wispy nylon panties and abundantly filled bra enhancing the curvaceous loveliness of her golden-tanned, satiny-skinned body.

"… If only we'd never met them, none of this would've happened," Jean persisted, unable to shake her dejection as she turned and walked to the vanity for a facial tissue.

Ken swallowed tightly, his discerning eyes automatically fixing on the provocative rippling movements of her curvaceous young hips and perfectly ovaled buttocks, the length of her blonde silken hair falling to the middle of her back, her slender, waspish waist and long, shapely legs. He felt a stirring inside his shorts and mentally berated himself for harboring such thoughts at a time when she needed consolation rather than him on top of her.

"How could we know, Jean, honey?" he questioned, moving around the bed toward her. "They seemed like right guys… and they were… I mean, a couple of joints in a cat's pocket doesn't make him public enemy number one just because the establishment decrees it so. They were just three ordinary guys knocking around the country and trying to find themselves is all…"

"Oh, I know, darling, I know…" Jean sobbed, dabbing at her little nose and big eyes with the tissue as she turned to face her new husband. He opened his arms and she quickly drifted into them, as if welcoming the security of their strength. "It was that terrible judge… I feel certain that Chief Lannigan intended to let us go. He seemed to believe us… but then something happened after Mr. Keele came, and the next thing I knew we were being arraigned in court… Oh, if Daddy ever finds out…"

"There, baby… now don't start worrying about that," Ken tried at reassuring her, stroking his hands over the smoothness of her back as he pressed her to him, feeling the firmness of her resilient breasts against his naked chest, his hands caressingly grazing downward to clutch the softly yielding moons of her young buttocks and draw her snugly to him. "Your father is two thousand miles from here. Besides, it'll all be over before we know it; three months isn't long… and at least we'll be together."

She looked up into his face and he saw the tiny amber lights sparkling in the depths of her green, and sometimes grayish-hued eyes… then he heard her almost inaudible gasp of arousal as she felt the urgent throb of his swelling penis against the softness of her belly.

"Oh Ken, I don't know what I would've done if they'd separated us," she whispered, her warm, soft loveliness seeming to melt into his virile, lanky body. She raised her sensuous, almost quivering lips and he kissed them tenderly. "I-I love you so much…"

"And I love you, baby," he replied, letting his hands possessively massage the intoxicating mounds of her buttocks inside her soft nylon panties, while his ever-hardening penis jerked slightly against the soft, silken flesh of her belly. He tried to concentrate on the immediate urgency of their situation, but his mounting desire for her was making that next to impossible; anyway, he didn't want to give her the slightest inkling that he did not trust their new benevolent overseer. And he couldn't reason why Max Keele, the Juvenile Director of Correction for the state, had so kindly taken them into his home as maid and odd-job man rather than let them be sent into individual detention institutions to serve their time. In fact, it had been the big, smiling, gray-haired man who had approached the bench and pleaded for probation for them… and surprisingly enough that finky judge had listened and granted it…

"Darling… let's get into bed," Jean whispered against his cheek, the sweet warmth of her breath interrupting his train of thought and inciting him as always. "I-I need you so badly tonight… after all that's happened…"

"Mmmmmm, I've been waiting for that, you hot little minx," he hissed while he unfastened her bra and smoothed his hands beneath to cup the lavish dunes of buoyant, pink-nippled flesh, their tiny buds like little marbles burrowing into the palms of his hands. Christ, she was a lovely little creature… if only she would let herself go… try to shake off the damned religious fetters her parents had shackled her with… but he could wait… damn, yes, he'd wait forever if necessary…

Jean loved the warm, rippling sensations the closeness of her husband's masculinity and the caressing of his hot, gentle hands on her naked breasts sent coursing through her belly. From the very first time it had been the same, and he had been the first boy to possess her… that night, one of so many beautiful moonlit, star-crested nights on the beach. But he was hardly a man at twenty; yet anything but a boy. He was her lover! That's what he was… her lover, and soon, she felt certain, that he would find the secret of really fulfilling her budding young sexual hunger.

She thought these things as she pressed her desire-aroused flesh with unstained innocence needfully against his, her mind desperately trying to blot out the unwarranted circumstances imprisoning them. Of course, Ken was right; ignorance of the fact was no excuse, and the penalty could have been so much worse… but she'd been certain that the happy-faced, robust, Chief Lannigan had intended to let them go after she'd told her story, and then Mr. Keele had arrived on the scene. Still, as Ken said, at least they were together, and their room was comfortable. It would only be for three months, certainly not a lifetime, and the luxurious house was beautiful even if it was on the same grounds with the Detention Home for Girls. At least, she didn't have to be locked up inside that horrible place, being that she was on restricted probation… and Mrs. Keele had appeared to be a kind, as well as strikingly beautiful woman in an austere way. There was nothing about her that suggested the position she held as superintendent of a girl's reform institution.