Jon Reskind - Sir Launcelot volume 1

"What're you laughing at? Me?" Nadine questioned, twisting around in her seat and folding her legs up beneath her so that she was facing him.

"What…? Oh… no, I was just thinking of the expression on that Thompson kid's face, baby," he replied, his smile returning quickly. He looked at her for a long moment. "Hey, you're a real living doll, you know that? No wonder the kid's flip. You drool sex, baby… actually drool it."

He might have said she was the most beautiful girl in the world, just as he did in her dreams, and she wouldn't have felt anymore elated. Nadine sensed her cheeks flushing pleasantly. God, if she was close enough she probably would've kissed him. She loved him, that's all, just plain loved him! She managed to ask: "Where are we going?"

"To my place. Okay?"

"I-I guess so. Why… why did you come back to the school, Jamey?"

"Why? You mean you haven't figured that out yet?"

"Did… did you go watch Mom dance?"

"Sure. She was great. But you see, baby, all the time I intended to come back and pick you up," he said, the trace of a sneer contorting his young handsome mouth, even as a certain sensual viciousness gleamed in his eyes. "After all, a guy does like a gal more his own age, honey… especially one as luscious as you."

Nadine's breath caught in her young throat as he reached over and placed his hand on her leg, smoothing it along the fabric of her slacks, over her inner-thigh… up and down slowly in an affectionate gesture until he nearly brushed that crucial, sensitive place between her legs that no one except herself and Ann Trent had ever touched. Then, he took his hand away and she could still barely breathe from the confused, ecstatic moment of bliss it had brought her.

Oh God, she did love him! She did! And there she was beside him, going to his beautiful house alone with him… She could hardly believe it! What would Mom say? She'd have a conniption and blow her mind… call her some nice little unpleasant names, probably… that's what she'd say. But then, maybe it would be simple jealousy… because she loved him, too. Dear God, why couldn't her mother understand that he was just a boy… and that she was too old for him?

It was all plain to her now. Her mother had tried to seduce him… maybe she had, God forbid… Nadine hoped not… and poor Jamey hadn't been able to shake loose of her clutches, or wanted to hurt her. Maybe that was why Daddy had turned to Shelly Granger… God… she'd never considered that possibility before…

"Well, here we are, baby," Jamey said, ending her stream of unpleasant thoughts as he cut the motor in the darkness of his drive.

He hopped out and hustled around to open the door. When she stepped to the ground, she walked into his arms that slipped around her waist and drew her close to him. God, she felt so good! She raised her face, let her hands rest on his shoulders and waited almost breathlessly for his first kiss. It came… warm, soft, tender in its pressure almost close-lipped and he held it as his hands smoothed over her back and down to her waist, then back up, while her own arms slid upward around his neck hungrily.

Christ, he thought, what a delicious hot piece she was going to be… but carefully… slowly… nothing to frighten the little fawn. Damn! Her firm tits grinding against his chest were rich, unplucked fruit, and her soft belly and thighs enough to make him cum in his shorts. She was not only ripe, but she wanted him, Jamey Halo, and he'd wager his ass that she was a virgin… He almost laughed in her face at that. What in hell else could she be with little punks like Rickie Thompson hanging around?

"Come on," he said, slipping one arm around her waist and leading her toward the house. "I think it's time that you and I got really acquainted, baby. What'd you think?"

Nadine heard her own uneasy laugh. Truly, she was in heaven, but at the same time, she was almost frightened out of her wits. "W-Will you be good?" she managed, surprised that the words had come from her lips.

"What is it they say, baby? If you can't be good, be careful?" He'd stopped door and drew her into his arms once more. This time, he kissed her with open mouth and she felt his saliva wettened tongue playing at her lips, a chill of excitement she had never before experienced running up her spine. She opened her lips and his tongue slipped between them to touch hers exploringly, wet and warm as it moved about inside her mouth, sending vibrant, trembling sensations racing through every portion of her body. Momentarily, she thought her knees would buckle beneath her, but he held her tight to him, his hands caressing warmly down over her back and waist to the softness of her young firm buttocks, clutching them individually and drawing her pelvis tight against his thighs, until she could actually feel the bulge of his manhood… his penis… pressing tightly into her belly!

Oh God! It was heaven… heaven… heaven! Then, he slowly released her and said: "But most of all… we'll be gentle, baby… Come on."

He took her hand and moved ahead of her, turning on soft lights as they made their way into the plush living-room. Of course, she knew the house well, had even helped her mom clean it for him on occasion when they lived on the estate.

"I see the bungalow is lighted," Nadine said, noticing it when they had driven in, and happy, at the moment, for any topic that might help ease the mounting and confused tension within her. "Do you have a new caretaker?"

"Yeah… a young couple… Mike and Leslie Sayer… know them?" he said, walking behind the small bar.

"No, I don't believe so," she answered, following him and leaning onto one of the stools that rested between her and the bar. "Is she pretty?"

Jamey gave her a quick glance, then shrugged. "Didn't notice," he lied. "What can I fix you, baby?"

"F-Fix me… to drink, you mean?" She laughed nervously. "Wow… I don't know, Jamey I never…"

He leaned over the bar and placed his hand beneath her small, pointed chin, holding it in his palm between thumb and fingers and smiled, his eyes alive with licentious explosions that caused a tiny shudder to pass over her. "It's up to you, baby," he said, almost in a whisper. "I-I got the impression a few minutes ago that you'd grown up. Was I wrong?"

He held her chin and she looked straight into his eyes, hardly breathing. Well… here it was, she thought; he was challenging her. It was now or never, wasn't it… the culmination of all her dreams.

"I-I'm not much on knowing what to drink, Jamey," she said huskily. "Y-You fix me something."

He grinned, drew her face to him and kissed her lips softly, then, whirled away. "I've got a little something here you'll love, doll. It's called Pernod… nice sweet taste… goes down easy… gives you a soft little glow after two or three glasses… and it really relaxes you."

"Good. I think I need something like that," she said with finality, determined to prove to him that she was a woman and not a child. She turned away then, and crossed the room to switch on the stereo radio. She found the station they'd had in his car and the soul-music immediately helped lessen the tightness inside her.

Jamey came around the bar and approached her, handing her a glass of yellow milkish liquid, it's appearance surprising her.

"Try it," he said.

She did, feeling a certain wickedness in tasting the first sip, once more surprised at the sweetish, licorice flavor. "Hmmm," she responded. "It's good."

"Thought you'd like it," said Jamey, smiling. "It won't hurt you. Drink it all and I'll make us another."

Momentarily, she hesitated, then, lifted it to her lips, consuming it all in slow, small swallows. "Wow," she exclaimed, laughing and catching her breath as he took her glass. "It does taste good."