Kent Collins - First Time For Sister

Another truck went by on the road nearby and Billie held her breath until she heard it rattle away. She was just about to look at the third picture when a strange sound came from the trees where Jed had disappeared. It was a kind of moaning sound… more like an animal of some kind than a person. Billie tried to imagine what it could be, and the more she wondered, the harder it was to sit still.

The moan came again and she hid her pictures back in the book and quietly pushed her door open. It was easy to tiptoe through the weeds, but she had to be careful not to step on any dry twigs. A bird flew up in front of her once and she stopped, but the strange sound from the trees came again to her ears and she pushed on. Carefully she slid under the thick branches of a bush and peeked into the dark little grove under the trees where the noises were coming from. Billie found herself behind and a little to one side of Jed as he sat leaning against a tree trunk. The sight of what he was doing sent an odd twinge of itchiness through the nipples of Billie's titties where they rubbed on her orange shirt, and she held her breath until she was sure Jed didn't know she was there.

Jed was rubbing her panties against his face, snuffling and kissing them like crazy. But it was what he was doing with his other hand that made Billie's legs go all shaky and weak. The fly of his overalls was open and his naked cock stuck out of his clothes. With his free hand he was pumping the skin of it up and down in a steady thumping rhythm.

While Billie watched, Jed made a moaning sound like she'd heard from the truck.

Ever so quietly she shifted to one side to see better. It didn't take her any time to guess that what Jed was doing to himself gave him a good feeling… maybe like the strange feeling Billie'd felt in her bedroom that very same morning when she'd touched her clit.

She was close enough now to see the purple mushroom head of his cock and the way it seemed to surge bigger every time he brought his hand sharply up against the underside of the swollen ridge. Billie's crotch was wetter than ever and she could feel some of her gushing juice dampening her tight jean shorts. It was hard to keep from panting. The look on Jed's face and the way he was jerking and twitching seemed awfully naughty.

"Jesus!" he groaned, and his back slipped further down the tree. Billie could see that he had begun to lick the narrow crotchband of the panties he still clutched. Her panties.

Billie's feet tingled. Her bare bottom tingled, too, and the throbbing little parts between her tightly clamped thighs were begging to be scratched, but she gnawed her lower lip instead and stayed quiet.

With another crazed groan, Jed shoved the blue nylon underwear down and wrapped them frantically around his shaft. Using both hands, he rubbed the silky things back and forth over the taut skin of his cockhead, and Billie saw a tiny jewel-like droplet form at the very tip of the bursting organ. It hung there for an instant, then disappeared in a gushing fountain of thick white juice that spewed in a long string up over the front of Jed's overalls. His hand slowed a little, and for a second or two nothing happened. Then another spurting jet burst from the head, larger than the first. Amazed, Billie-Ann watched with wide eyes as a puddle of the milky-looking fluid formed on the front of Jed Judson's pants and dribbled off onto the ground. The panties she'd given him were still wadded in his hands, soaked through with the stuff that kept oozing out of the tiny slit at the end of his cock.

Billie slipped silently out of the trees and stumbled back to Jed's pickup. She wasn't sure she wanted to be with him any more that day. It would be hard to know what to say after watching him do… that. And with her very own panties, too.

Still shaking from what she'd seen and felt inside, Billie snatched the book Jed had given her, and making sure the pack of photographs was back inside it, she ran into the woods on the other side of the road.

It would be easy to stay out of sight until Jed had driven off, then walk back to the fork. Maybe someone would give her a lift up into the hills if she was lucky. But even walking all the way home was better than having to talk to Jed any more that day. In a way, Billie knew she was hurt that the awkward, unhandsome fellow had chosen to… to handle himself rather than kiss her. Not that she especially wanted to kiss him, but more that she wanted someone to think her pretty enough to kiss. Down deep Billie-Ann was disappointed that her nylon panties seemed to be the only thing Jed was interested in.

After a while, she heard him calling for her from the truck, but she stayed well out of sight. Then the pickup started and rattled away down the road toward Dooberville. Billie came out onto the gravel at the side of the road and started walking home, her bare bottom rubbing in a nice kind of way against her tight jean shorts.

"I hope Jed doesn't show anybody my panties," she said aloud. "I'd just plain die if he did."

In a half-hour Billie-Ann was almost back to the fork where she could take the shortcut home through the woods. But before she got to the place where the path began, she heard the sound of an engine somewhere behind her. The thought that it might be Jed coming after her made Billie lunge for the trees on the roadside. But there wasn't time. A pickup truck cleared the top of the hill and started down. Billie was relieved when she saw that it wasn't Jed Judson after all, but the next moment her heart jumped and she still wished she could disappear from sight, because Hanson Allen was behind the wheel and it looked as if he were stopping.

"You want a lift?" he called, pulling up next to her in a cloud of dust.

Not knowing whether to ignore him or run in the opposite direction, Billie stood staring up into the handsome brown face, wondering if Hanson had lost his mind. Young white girls just didn't get into cars alone with young black men and he surely knew this. She was angry and scared at the same time.

Hanson was still watching her, laughing quietly. "God almighty BillieAnn, I didn't remember that you were deaf and dumb from when I was home last time."

He knew her name! Billie would never've thought that Hanson remembered her at all. She'd just been nine… maybe a little more when he'd gone away to school.

"Guess I'd better just go on walking," she managed to say. Glancing down at her skintight shorts and clinging T-shirt, Billie suddenly felt awfully naked, especially with her panties missing underneath. Of course Hanson couldn't know that, but…

"You got a long walk ahead," Hanson said. He had his arms folded on the edge of the window and an unlit match twitched in the corner of his mouth. "Won't take me fifteen minutes to drop you off."

Billie-Ann wished she could hide the book with the pack of pictures inside, but there was nothing to do except press it tighter against her tummy and hope that Hanson wouldn't find out what she had. "Really, I … I just as soon walk," she said, smiling for the first time.

Hanson gave a knowing laugh. "Shit, Billie," he said. "You act 'bout as bad as them struttin' small-town snobs down there in Dooberville. I can hear their mamas tellin' 'em now." Hanson wagged his head back and forth and put on a silky-sweet white woman's way of speaking. "Now, honey, don't you ever get in a car with no niggah… you heah? Why, he might just rub black all over you."

Billie wasn't sure what Hanson'd said that made her laugh, but suddenly there she was, laughing fit to kill. It made her remember him from before when he'd worked for her dad sometimes. He'd always been kind of funny to listen to then.

"I didn't mean it like that," she said. "I just…"

Hanson interrupted. "You just wanted to walk eight miles in the blazing sun in the middle of a dirt road with them silly little sandals on. Is that it?"