Unknown - The early adventures of Tracy and Jeannie

"Where did this come from, guys?" I asked the front seat. "Somebody raiding somebody's liquor cabinet?"

"My mom 'forgot' she bought it," Ted replied. "Too bad, huh?"

"Yeah," I said, leaning forward to pass him the bottle. "Too bad we have to drive home. I wouldn't mind tying one on tonight, seems like a great night to party."

As I spoke, I slid the bottle into Ted's lap, pushing it between his legs. As I released the bottle, I dropped my hand onto his dick, which immediately started to grow under my fingers.

I turned my head to look at Al. His gaze was riveted on my hand in Ted's lap. I smiled and repeated, "Yeah, a great night to party." I squeezed Ted's cock, grinned at Al, and leaned back into my seat, my hand slowly gliding along the length of Ted's shaft, and out of his lap.

"Hang on to that bottle boys," I cooed, settling back into my seat. "But take it slow, you might need your strength."

Both boys laughed nervously.

Jeannie, meanwhile had swiveled her seat around and was facing the back of the van. When I turned my seat to join her, she leaned over to me and whispered, "God, I am so hot! I've never felt this way before. Watching you in the movies, with Ted's cock in your hand was too, too exciting!"

"You too," I replied. "I can't believe we did that!"

"They'd kill us if they knew," Jeannie said with a scheming smile on her face. "I don't think they're ready for that. But the sight of Ted's cock coming off in your hand! God! He's sooo BIG!"

Her eyes rolled back in her head, in mock dismay, and I laughed at her antics.

As she was speaking, her hand moved up to her heaving chest, and started to unconsciously move back and forth across her breasts.

"I can't stand it!" she whispered.

I dropped my eyes to follow the movement of her hand, and my own hand crept up the front of my blouse. "Me too!" I whispered back.

"You know," Jeannie continued, "I thought that I had gotten as hot and as high as I was going to get, sexually speaking, without actually fucking Al. But after tonight I realize how little I really know about this stuff. I don't think we have to lose our precious virginity to get off with a bang. Or," she said, motioning with her eyes towards the front seat, "to get them off with a bang".

"Oh, they're easy," I said with a laugh. "Ted is perfectly happy when I give him a slow hand job. I let him play with my tits, and use his wonderful fingers in my pussy." I shuddered thinking about that. "And he knows damn well that I don't plan on losing 'anything' right now."

My eyes stayed on Jeannie's hand, which was starting to unbutton the buttons of her blouse and was slipping inside, moving slowly over her bra. Her eyes were closed as she listened to me.

I was transfixed by the motion of her hand and the expanse of flesh that was showing. Jeannie and I had seen each other naked on hundreds of occasions but I'd never looked at her this way. Now it was so sexual I really didn't know how to feel. I did know that it was getting me hot. I'd worry about the rest later. Tonight, after all, was party night.

I sat back and continued to caress my own breasts. Jeannie was getting me hot with her hand motions. It was like watching an X-rated movie starring my best friend!

Her hand slipped under her bra as she continued her fondling, and my eyes followed each move. My hands followed her lead, squeezing my own tits through my blouse.

The guys were absorbed in quiet conversation in the front seat. I couldn't hear what they were saying, but occasionally I'd hear our names, or some "key" words, so I assumed they were talking about us just as we were about them. I turned my attention back to Jeannie.

"I was just thinking," she said dreamily, "Thinking of how hot I got watching you jerk Ted off. It was sooo hot!"

Her fingers traced lazy circles around her nipples.

"Tell me something, Trace," Jeannie whispered, leaning close to me. "Have you ever thought about sucking his cock? I mean it looks so hot in those movies. It's kind of like just jerking him off but you just use your mouth." Her voice had taken on a dreamy tone. And her eyes had glazed over. I don't think she was in need of an answer, so I just let her continue. Her words were getting me hot!

"Al's been hinting," she was whispering. "I think he's getting tired of hand jobs."

She leaned close to my ear, with a conspiratorial look on her face.

"And I've been wondering what it would be like to – you know – to suck him."

She looked at me with wide eyes, searching my face for some kind of approval, or support.

I was too confused to offer either, and I guess a response wasn't really necessary. Instead I just mumbled something like "Hmmm," and kept my eyes focused on her hand.

Her hand slipped back into the top of her bra, searching for, and finding a nipple. She moaned softly, under her breath, as she pinched it.

"I'll tell ya Jeannie said, I've tasted his come a bunch of times, but I've never really sucked his cock. Maybe it's time." She was working herself up now, her hand busy under her bra, and her legs were opening and closing to some unheard rhythm.

She wasn't really talking to ME, she was just talking. Maybe trying to convince herself.

"I think that maybe I'm ready for that." Her eyes opened to two slits and locked onto mine.

"And Al's hinted that he wants to, you know, eat me! Use his tongue on my pussy! And I know I'm ready for that! God! That would feel sooo good. I just know it!" Her left hand slid into her lap, rubbing her pussy mound lightly through her jeans.

Her voice, although just barely loud enough for me to hear, was getting raspy in her growing excitement.

Her breathing slowed as she attempted to regain her composure. Her eyes opened and she looked at me. "Geez, get a grip, Jeannie, huh?" she laughed. "I'm losin' it here!" She shook her head.

"Gimme that bottle!" she yelled to the front seat. She reached over, and behind her head, making a clutching motion with her hand.

"Hand it here, you stud muffins!" she said with a laugh. Al passed the bottle, and fit it into her outstretched hand.

"You're not getting drunk back there, are you?" Al asked with a hint of concern in his voice. Jeannie looked at me, as if to say she knew his "concern" was coming more from his lap than his heart.

"Don't worry, loverboy," she said, looking at me with a smile. "I'm only getting drunk enough so you can take advantage of me!"

Jeannie laughed at the silence coming from the front seat. "It's so easy to shake 'em up!" she whispered to me.

I was anxious to resume our conversation. Talking about sex with Jeannie was one of my all time favorite things to do.

"I've thought about sucking Ted's cock," I whispered to her. "God, I think about it all the time. If I knew I could do it like we see in the movies I'd blow him right now. I'm just not sure how it would go, and I want Ted's first blow job to be something he'll remember all his life." My hands continued to stroke my tits. "Maybe I should practice on someone else first!" I said laughing.

"I'll call Jim Burkley!" Jeannie laughed back at me. That broke us both up. Jim Burkley was a basketball player at our high school who, although he wasn't overly handsome, had a reputation for being extremely "well endowed". Rumor had it that his cock, when fully erect, measured a full fourteen inches long with a circumference of close to five and a half inches!

Julie, who's a close friend of Jeannie and I went out with him once, and reported to us that the rumors were entirely true! The guy was huge, she said. She could barely close her hand around his cock as it grew in her hand, and she had to use both hands to jerk him off! But Julie did jerk him off, and more, and now they'd been going steady for about four months. They both looked really happy, but Jeannie and I still talked about his "horse cock".