Unknown - The early adventures of Tracy and Jeannie

"Something like that," Jeannie answered. "We'll show you later!"

Well, that set us off again! We had to lean against the porch railing to keep from falling down, as Ted fumbled for his keys.

As Ted unlocked the front door, Al handed me the tequila bottle with a quizzical smile on his face.

"Relax, Al," I said, sounding stern, and hugging him. "It's just a girl thing. Not at all like a guy's thing," I whispered to him.

As I hugged him I moved my leg slightly between his, feeling his cock on my leg. I smiled to myself.

"Just a girl thing, you know?" This set us both to giggling again, and together we stumbled into the cabin.

"Anyone want a beer?" Ted yelled from the kitchen. "Yeah!" we all yelled, in unison.

We were standing in the doorway to the living room. The place was huge and decorated in a southwestern motif, with pink and green pastels and a lot of desert murals on the walls. On one wall was an original Georgia O'Keefe painting that Ted said was worth a fortune.

"A beer might wash away some of this tequila taste in my mouth," Al said.

Jeannie moved in beside him. "What tequila taste, lover?" She kissed him deeply, sliding her tongue deep in his mouth.

Pressing against him, she broke their kiss and teased, "But I kinda like that taste."

"More tequila!!" Al yelled with a laugh.

Al kept one arm around Jeannie and reached to me for the bottle. Looking over Al's shoulder, Jeannie winked at me. As he took a pull on the bottle, she let her hand drift over his ass, and then around to his crotch. I couldn't see her hand, but I knew where it was headed. I smiled back at her.

Al pulled back to allow her hand to get between them and groaned as she grabbed his rapidly hardening shaft.

Still looking in my eyes, she said, "Tonight just might be a good night for drinking." She emphasized the word "drinking" with a long slow caress of his cock. "If you know what I mean," she said.

As if anyone didn't know what she meant. Al choked on his tequila, but I think she was talking to me.

I knew then that she was planning to suck his cock tonight. Her "drinking" was going to be Al's come in her throat, not alcohol. I stared into her eyes as she continued to stroke Al's cock through his pants.

All of this activity between the three of us, must have made Ted uncomfortable. He was standing in the kitchen doorway with four beers in his hand, and a puzzled look on his face.

From his position, he couldn't see Jeannie's hand on Al's cock, and he had no idea what we were talking about.

Seeing his consternation, and wanting to avoid any discomfort, I quickly moved over to him. I took two of the beers and whispered, "They must be in love. I'll explain later."

I looked in his eyes and winked to let him know that all was okay. He relaxed and smiled and followed me into the living room.

"Anybody for cards?" I asked. "I think a nice friendly game of poker while we drink these beers might loosen this crowd up. You all are much too serious!"

"Oh, gosh," Jeannie cooed, in her best Marilyn Monroe voice, "But I don't have any money, how can we play if I don't have any money?" She batted her eyes at Ted and Al.

Seeing where we were headed, the guys joined in.

"Well, I guess that we could play poker if you insisted on playing poker." Ted deadpanned. "We could play for matchsticks or something. I don't have much money either."

"I'm usually not very good at poker," said Al with a straight face. "But I'm willing to play if y'all are. Especially if all I can lose are matchsticks."

"I think the lady was referring to strip poker, boys," I joined in. "And although, they've started a few fires, I think you're confusing 'matchsticks' with matchsticks." I stared hard at Ted's bulge, then into his eyes.

"Get my meaning, boys," I breathed, doing my Jayne Mansfeild voice.

"I'll get the cards," Ted said, jumping out of his chair. "You guys pick a spot to play. Al, why don't you turn on the gas fireplace. Let's heat this place up!"

"The floor looks good to me," said Jeannie, as Al turned on the gas heater. "Wouldn't want any ol' table getting in the way of me seeing my winnings." She scooted behind Al and wrapped her arms around him. She licked behind his ear as her hands played across his broad chest.

I followed Ted out of the room.

Meeting him in the hall, I put my arms around his neck and kissed him passionately, darting my tongue into his mouth. Our tongues battled for a minute, and then I drew his tongue into my mouth, sucking on it and biting it gently.

I could feel his cock starting to grow between us. Pulling back, I kissed his neck, nibbling on his ear.

"Wow. What was that for?" Ted panted.

"Just a 'Thank You' for bringing us here tonight. I love this place with you."

"Tonight's a special night," I whispered in his ear. "I just wanted to start it special." Reaching between us with my left hand I cupped his large balls in my hand. His sharp intake of breath unmasked his surprise at my boldness.

With my other hand I guided his hand to my breast. Another sharp intake of breath told me he'd "figured out" my lack of a bra. He squeezed my breast excitedly. Kissing him deeply again, I moved my hand up to stroke his cock through his pants. He groaned and moved his hips towards mine.

"I hope I win these pants tonight," I teased. "I'm usually not very lucky at cards." I stroked the full length of his now rock hard cock, starting at the head and ending up cradling his full balls in my palm. I rubbed them gently, sticking my tongue in his ear.

"I can make certain of it," Ted panted. "I've got a sure fire method." He continued to thrust his cock into my hand.

"I'm sure you do, lover," I breathed in his ear.

More than anything, I wanted to open his zipper, then and there, and take his cock in my hand, jerking him off 'till he came all over the carpet.

But, after hinting to Ted about blow jobs in the theater, and the talk with Jeannie in the van, I couldn't get the thought of sucking him out of my mind. What would it feel like? Would I be able to do it without choking or gagging? Should he come in my mouth? And if he did what would it taste like???

And, as important tonight, who would feel a hard cock on her tongue first. Me? Or Jeannie? Our normal, friendly competition had taken an exciting turn this evening. Both of us seemed to have accepted a sort of unspoken challenge to see who would be the first to experience a blow job. And I knew that it couldn't be in this kind of setting, with Jeannie in one room and me in another. If the challenge were to mean anything, one of us would have to see the other perform, just as it had always been.

Jeannie had always been the "first" in most of our little contests. She'd been the first to French kiss, the first to allow a boy to "feel her up", the first, when we were both freshmen, to feel a boys hard cock through his jeans.

I thought that tonight might be different. Feeling Ted's hard cock in my hand, I decided then and there that the first blow job was going to be mine. And Ted's, of course! But how? And when? Could I do it?

It was all so confusing!

All these questions were going through my mind as I stroked Ted's cock through his pants. Finally, I decided that everything would undoubtedly take care of itself. The big questions often had a habit of working themselves out. I hoped that this would be no exception.

"C'mon, lover-boy," I said, squeezing his shaft one last time, "Let's see if you can handle those cards as well as you handle this."

I led the way into the living room because I knew Ted would want to hide the bulge in his pants. He sighed his relief and walked closely behind me.

Entering the living room, we saw Al and Jeannie sitting on the couch, locked in a passionate embrace.