Sandy Bennett: Jackies family lessons

«Make love to me, Frank,» I moaned, twisting my hips from side to side and lassooing him with my legs to draw him closer to my cunt. «Let's not wait another second.» He still had on his underpants but I could feel his stiff cock throbbing under me.

«Please, Jackie, don't make it hard on me,» he said, pushing me away. «Go on, get dressed.» He jumped out of the car and stood by the side of the lake. One hand was on his hip, the other was moving to and fro. It took me a while to work out that he was doing something to his cock. When he returned I asked him what the matter was, and he just muttered something about blue balls. I was in the dark about everything, but I'd managed to slip back into my tight jeans and my blouse. Frank drove me home at breakneck speed. He didn't say a word until we were in front of my place again. «I'm sorry, honey,» he told me, «but you were tempting me too much. A guy can only stand to be straight for so long and no longer. One more week and then you'll be my virgin bride. Isn't that worth waiting for?»

«I don't know,» I said. He thought I was just saying that because I didn't know what else to say. With a broad smile he opened the door for me and we walked up the driveway to break the news to my parents. Mother was in seventh heaven. She hugged Frank and called him her son, and then sat down to planning the logistics of the wedding. Dad shook him by the hand and said all sorts of nice things to him, but he was less than ecstatic. As for me, I couldn't enjoy the occasion. A part of me wasn't there. My body was besieged by mysterious impulses, strange tremors, my tits tingled and I could feel that my pussy was wet. Apart from those sensations, there was also a burning resentment. Frank had rejected me. His reason had nothing to do with it as far as I was concerned. I had offered myself and he had refused, leaving me feeling on edge and crazy. I played the part of a good daughter and a happy fiancйe for as long as he was there. But as soon as he left I kissed my folks good night and ran upstairs.

Veronica, my cousin, lived next door. Our houses were close together and a large oak tree grew between them so that I could get from my window to hers just by climbing onto one branch, walking down it to the trunk, and then taking another branch up to her. She always left her window ajar in case I felt like a midnight visit and I did the same for her. Since it was still fairly early in the evening her light was still on.

«Hello Jacqueline,» she said cheerfully when I entered through the window. «Back from the big date already? How did it go?» I told her and at first she was very excited and happy for me. But then I began to tell her the important part, and Veronica became silent, sympathetic. «Oh dear,» she sighed when I had finished, «the omens aren't too good. What can we do about this?»

Veronica was my opposite in most ways. Her hair was blond and curly, cropped close to her head. Her shoulders were rather broad and her hips rather narrow, her breasts were hard and small, and she had a tan year round from playing sports and hiking. We were the same age, attended the same school and were in the same class, but more important we were each other's best friend. For as long as I could remember we had made use of the oak tree to come and tell the other our troubles or new jokes. She was different from me in one other way, too: she was no longer a virgin. Veronica knew everyone in our town, she was in on whatever action erupted, and she often went to bed with older men. For boys her own age she had nothing but contempt.

«You see what's happening to you?» she said after a pause. «You'll marry Frank and that will be the start and finish of your sex life. What you need to do is to live a little, right now, before it's too late.» Instead of arguing with her, I nodded. Veronica looked surprised.

«I know you're right,» I said. «I mean, it's scary and all that but my body is in such a turmoil right now.»

«Turmoil? In that case, Jackie, you're going to have to trust me,» said Veronica. «There's only one way to cure that and I know how. Come here, sit on the bed with me, don't make a move, your favorite cousin is going to make you feel all better.» She turned off all but the smallest light in her room and came over to sit beside me. Her arm rested on my shoulder, one hand ran down my long tresses, and her eyes bored deep into mine. I felt embarrassed suddenly. Veronica and I were free with each other but never sexy. Yet now I could smell her sensuality almost! She was seducing me!

«What are you doing?» I asked timidly. She told me to hush and her hands ran over my hair and body more firmly. They came to rest on my breasts and stayed there, softly squeezing my tingling flesh. Veronica shifted over to sit facing me, her legs tucked under her in the lotus position. There was no getting away from her. Her parents were away for a couple of days and her younger brother would be fast asleep by this time. Besides, she was making me feel a wholly different kind of turmoil, a pleasing one.

«I've wanted to do this for so long,» Veronica said softly. Her nimble fingers undid the buttons of my blouse and let it fall open. «Yes, look at those breasts, perfect, just perfect, oh, let me kiss them!» She leaned forward and before I could get out of the way her lips were on one of my nipples. A shock ran through my system. I looked at that blond, curly head that had fastened itself to my tit, and somehow it wouldn't register with me. What was coming across, however, was a soft, insinuating feeling that grew into a ball of warmth that kept expanding until it extended from the nipple all the way to my pussy. Her lips shifted to the other nipple and her hands squeezed and caressed my tits, taking them from warmth to heat and at the same time driving my pussy around the bend with a variety of sensations. My blouse slipped down my shoulders and Veronica pushed me back until I was lying flat on my back, my arms loosely around her as she continued to regale my tits with her mouth and hands. It felt wonderful! Frank had touched my tits often enough but he hadn't done it right … Veronica knew about tits and how to make them feel good.

She seemed happy to go on and on. I drifted into a dense euphoria and let my hands run through her curls absently. Eventually she shifted her attention to other parts of me. Her lips left my tits and kissed their way down to my bellybutton. I hardly noticed the change. My eyes were closed and I was half dozing, drifting down a stream of treacle that was bound to lead to Eden. Vaguely I realized that she was undoing my jeans and that she wasn't having an easy time getting them off me, but none of that mattered to me. I didn't even bother to lift my ass.

Only when Veronica started to run her finger down the slit of my pussy did a fraction of me sit up and take notice. Frank had touched me there earlier and I had enjoyed it very much. Now my cousin was doing the same. Was that right? But I was too far gone to care. I lay back and savored the fine feelings welling up in my loins. Her fingers delicately touched on every part of my pussy, reconnoitering, discovering what was sensitive and what was extremely sensitive. Now and then a low, soft moan broke from my throat. Apart from that I was inert and happy. It didn't even occur to me to reciprocate.

Something warm and wet slithered along the center of my pussy. I couldn't work out what it was but it felt so nice that I had to look. To my horror I found that it was Veronica's tongue. How could she!? As soon as she was finished I would tell her never to do it again. Until then … God, it felt so lovely. Her tongue was like a living creature, an animated snail doing a polka between my cunt lips, sliding to and fro, putting pressure on my clitoris then rushing down to briefly insinuate itself into my hole, in and out, back up, sideways, round and round-my head began to spin in time with her tongue! Her tongue was very thorough. It dug in and lapped, wetting my cunt over and over until her spit combined with my juices to form a rivulet that ran down to my asshole and dripped onto her bed. Now her fingers joined in, holding my pussy lips wide apart so she could get more of her face between them and so her tongue could get into my hole more deeply. The lovely euphoria was shattered by raw lust. Suddenly my pelvis started to push up and down, a staccato of horniness that made it hard for Veronica to keep up. I begged her to stop so I could catch my breath but she only ate me more vigorously.