Paul Mall - Take A Toss With Tess

Tessie could hear the blare of the jukebox as she ran along the pavement. Shrill voices and the sound of splashing water indicated that something was going on behind Mims house, but Tessie couldn't see that far. It was an overly hot summer night and she was anxious to get into the cool water of the pool.

Summer was just about over. Tomorrow, Tessie would return to the city to spend the nest two weeks preparing for the start of school. She was excited about entering Thoreau High; her junior year, and she was feeling very grown-up. And, Tessie did do a lot of growing up this past summer.

When Tessie's sister first approached their mother with the idea that Tessie spend the summer out in suburbia, away from the grimy city, the answer was a flat "No!" But the two sisters won the argument when they barraged their mother with newspaper clippings of murders, rapes, and other city everyday events. Was that a place for a nice fifteen-year-old like Tessie to spend her days? One week later, Tessie, five suitcases, and one overstuffed teddy bear made themselves at home in Tessie's sister's house. Tessie had more freedom that whole summer than she had ever had in her life. She came alive, blossoming both physically and mentally, and as sad as she was about summer being over, she was eager to see what it was going to be like, all grown-up, back in the city, back in school with all those boys she left behind two long months ago.

As Tessie ran across the lawn in front of the large house, she slipped off her sandals. She could see all the kids now. There were more kids than she had expected and it looked like the ply was in full swing. Mim ran up to Tessie and the two teenaged girls embraced.

"How come you're so late? Can't you even be on time for the biggest party of the summer?" Mim pretended to be annoyed, but she really wasn't at all.

"I didn't know what to wear. Half my things are packed and I couldn't find a top to match my shorts, and -"

"Hey, they're setting up the band. Come on!" Mim ran towards the group of boys who were setting up band instruments.

Tessie had been to this house every day almost, for the past two months, but still she couldn't believe it. Mim was so lucky, she thought. That great big house, a real, under-the-ground swimming pool, complete with diving board, bath houses, and lounging chairs. And a jukebox, too. Tessie didn't even know you could own a jukebox, unless you were a restaurant or something like that. Mim's family must be very rich.

Tessie caught up with Mim and watched with her as Gene, Ray, and Johnny set up the drums, and all the electrical equipment. The piano had been moved outside from the house, and a microphone was hooked up next to it.

Someone handed Tessie a beer and she drank it down with all the experience she had gathered during the summer. Someone else handed her a joint and she toked gingerly on it. Marijuana still scared her, but she was too grown-up to refuse just a toke or two, now and then.

There were lights all around the pool area, but the grounds behind the pool were dark. The bath houses were back there, and Tessie imagined that the kids would take full advantage of the darkness and the six small houses.

"Goin' in the water?"

It was Bob, the same Bob that made Tessie's insides quiver every time she spoke to him. "Uh, yes. Maybe later."

Bob, Mim's older brother, was much older than Tessie. That's probably why he excited her so. He was twenty-three, and Tessie figured he must be very sexually experienced. She looked into his deep brown eyes and the quivering began.

"Why wait?" Bob linked his hand into the long brown strands of Tessie's hair and smiled sexily at her, making sure to flash his perfectly white teeth in the process.

"I – I, uh, just got here… There's some people I want to say hello to." She shivered slightly.

"Okay. Maybe later I'll race you across the pool" He turned away from her and walked toward the diving board.

It was at that precise moment that Tessie knew it would be Bob that she'd visit the bath houses with.

"Come on! Gene is getting ready to play." Mum took Tessie by the hand and both girls moved to get a seat by the piano, close to Gene, the blond lead singer of the group.

Beer flowed in abundance: down throats, over heads, into the pool, and down bathing suite. The heavy anima of marijuana filled the air, and the kids became a blur of movement, making loud noises in the night.

After the music, Tessie played tag, danced, and swam. But she didn't see Bob anywhere. Climbing out of the pool, she looked disappointedly toward the bath houses, hoping not to see Bob emerging from one of them, some lucky girl on his arm. Maybe he's in front of the house, she thought, and went to see. There were some kids by the, wishing well on the front lawn, but she couldn't make out who they were. As she approached them, it was evident that Bob wasn't there either. She turned to walk in the other direction.

"Lost, Tessie?"

"No! That you, Gene?"

"Yeah! Want a toke of some good Mexican?"

"Okay."

Ray and Johnny were discussing a new arrangement with Gene and it looked as if they had been arguing about it. Gene put his arm around Tessie's bare, suntanned waist and held her close to him. Tessie was very stoned, grateful for the chance to rest her head on Gene's shoulder. He suited her five-foot-five frame just perfectly. Clad in a brief bikini borrowed from her sister, she felt her akin become atingle as it grazed against the hairy flesh of Gene's thigh and chest. She felt dizzy and the aroma of his masculine body made her even more heady. Tessie was aware that the nipples of her small, firm breasts were standing rigid.

One look from Gene's icy blue eyes, and Ray and Johnny made their excuses and headed back towards the pool, leaving Gene alone with the aroused young girl. Gene turned his attention back to Tessie and his icy blue stare had its effects on her too. A moment later Gene was crushing his lips against her softer ones. His tongue darted in and out of her mouth, in short, rapid licks. Each time his tongue entered her mouth, she'd suck briefly on it, proud of how well she had learned to kiss during this glorious summer.

Gene ran his hands up and down her sides, pausing to teasingly stick his fingers into the waistband of her bikini bottoms, tugging at the red material, making her wish that he'd just rip them from her body. Then he cupped one hand on her breast, gently holding the firm orb in his palm. She clutched her thighs together, sucked in her stomach, and jutted her breast deeply into his palm, crushing it against his hand. This kind of fondling was new to her, too. Before this summer, no boy had ever touched her breasts or her pussy. Now her body eagerly awaited the new found thrills of petting. Gene's other hand moved to the mound of her pussy. Slowly she gyrated her body against his hand. The thin material of the red bikini hardly cushioned his touch, and she felt as if she were standing there naked as he caressed her body.

"Gene, let's sit down."

"Under that tree over there." He led her to the weeping willow, a few yards away, and they sat down, leaning against each other. "This better?" He licked her earlobe.

"Mmmmmm. Yes."

He licked down from her ear to her neck, up under her chin, then kissed her softly. Gene returned his hand to her breast and gently lowered her down till they were lying side by side. He kissed her again, more passionately this time, and she responded by wrapping both her arms tightly around him. He glided his tall, muscular frame over her body until he lay atop her. His body was well filled out and the seventeen-year-old boy was very aware that the girls in his crowd considered him well-hung. He had a hard-on and he shoved it and his ego between Tessie's thighs. She parted them, just a little, to accommodate him.