Different Sex Story Chapter 123: A First, My Friend's Sister Chapter 05

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I awoke the next day relaxed and in a surprisingly good mood. Not surprising considering the beautiful evening Jeanie and I had shared, with our date and the fooling around we'd done afterward in my car. But surprising because of the fact that I still had a pretty big obstacle in front of . I had to finally confront her parents and her brother about the fact that we wanted to see each other romantically. I'd been friends with Jeanie's family, the Delvecchios, for years. Her older brother, Tony, and I had been best friends since pretty much the day we t. And I'd been a good friend of Jeanie's all that ti as well. Now that she and I cared about each other, it could create problems for the family.

How would they take it? Would they be angry? Would I lose Tony as a friend? Hell, would he kick my ass as soon as I told him?

All of these questions hung over my head like a dark cloud, but for so reason when I awoke I just didn't seem to care. I felt good; I felt optimistic. I'd had dreams of Jeanie once again. This ti not bittersweet or desperate at all. This ti they were happy. We held each other sweetly and made love freely and tenderly. And when I woke I felt warm and comforted inside. I was ready for the challenges ahead.

I reached under my pillow and pulled out the pair of panties she'd left for in my car after we'd gone down on each other the night before. They made smile. They reminded of both her irresistible sexuality as well as her sweet innocence. They were white with a delicate floral pattern on them, but they were a skimpy thong. Just like her, simultaneously innocent yet deeply erotic. I could still sll her on them; the tawdry scent of her aroused womanhood mingled with the sweet fragrance of her perfu to create the perfect, most alluring feminine contradiction. I savored the scent for a mont then stashed them back under the pillow and crawled out of bed.

After hitting the bathroom, I noticed my sister Jocelyn's door was open. I walked over to her doorway and heard clicking coming from within. I knocked lightly and looked in. She was lying on her bed on her stomach, her laptop in front of her, typing away, presumably on IM. She barely reacted to my knock. "Yeah, sup?" she murmured, never taking her eyes off the screen.

"Hey, how are you?" I asked.

"Fine, what's going on with you?" she replied, still not looking at anything but her screen.

"Nothing. Gotta work in a couple hours."

"That's nice," she replied apathetically.

"Yeah, right. So... can we talk for a sec?" I asked.

"Uh oh, I know what that question ans," she needled, taking on a slightly mocking tone of voice. Finally she looked up from her screen and stopped typing, but she cocked her head and raised her eyebrows at . "So, what do you have to confess?"

"Confess? Nothing. There's no confession here," I stated defensively.

"Mm hmm," she mocked, "just spill it. I'm assuming it involves Jeanie."

"It does, but this is not a confession of so sort of wrongdoing."

"Oh it's not; what is it then?"

I paused and held her eye contact, giving her a serious look. "I like her, Joss," I said flatly and sincerely. "It's really that simple. I like her; I think she's amazing."

"Well," she said, smirking in her most condescending way, "it's about fucking ti."

"Is it now?" I asked.

"Yeah, it is, Jim. She's been in love with you for like years and now finally you co around and see how aweso she is?"

"I've always known she's aweso, Joss, but don't you think she and I getting together could be a problem?"

"Problem shmoblem," she mocked.

"So you're saying you're ok with it?" I asked.

"Yeah, I'm cool with it. Maybe it's a bit weird but for so reason she likes you so I'm sure it'll make her happy. I question her taste in n, but that's another story," she joked.

I ignored her little dig. "Ok, right, well thanks for understanding. I wonder what her family will say though," I questioned.

"Oh please, they freaking love you. They will welco you with open arms, Jim."

"Yeah, I dunno about that. Tony might want to beat the shit out of ."

"Oh he will... at first. And hell, he might even kick your ass on principle alone. But he'll get over it."

"Very consoling, thanks," I joked.

"Hmmph, that's nothing compared to what I'll do to you if your break her heart."

"Yeah, that's not exactly in my plans, for the record."

"Good, cuz if it happens, you're dead."

"Noted. Thank you, dear sister, for the family loyalty," I said sarcastically.

She snorted, and turned back to her screen. "Jeanie is the sweetest person ever. You hurt her, I hurt you. That's the deal," she said matter-of-factly and returned to typing.

"Hey, hey, I'm not done here," I yelled as her attention slipped away.

"Why, what else do you want to confess?" she asked. "You kidnap the Lindbergh baby too?"

"Actually, why don't you start confessing?" I countered. "How was the prom the other night, huh? You looked a bit... hmmm, what's the word, disheveled - yeah that's it - yesterday morning. Anything you want to tell ?"

"Looking for a confession, are you, huh?"

"Yup," I gloated, "kinda am. What exactly were you up to after the dance?"

"I'll tell ya anything you want to know, if you'll tell what you and Jeanie did..." She let the statent hang in the air.

After a mont I smiled. "Touche," I quipped, raising my eyebrows.

"I knew it. You're evil."

"I am? How long have you been dating this guy and you're doing that stuff?"

"Conversation over!" she declared, but I could tell she was grinning as she buried her nose back into the computer screen.

"Thanks for being cool about the Jeanie thing," I said turning to leave. I heard her say, "Welco," as I was walking away, but suddenly I realized that her reaction had actually been really generous. Jeanie and Joss were friends. Not like best friends, but still pretty close. It would have been easy for Joss to be stubborn about the situation and put her foot down about it. So despite her jibes and the promise to kill if I hurt Jeanie, all in all Joss had been pretty sweet. So I stopped in my tracks and without warning I ran at full speed and jumped onto the bed on top of her. She scread when she realized I was in mid-air coming down at her, but I landed harmlessly on her back and laid on her with all my weight.

"Uhhhhhhhh, Jim," she groaned, "you weigh a freaking ton, get off !" Instead I threw my arms around her and hugged her.

"Thanks for being the best sis ever, Jossy," I said in a corny, overly affectionate voice.

"Yeah yeah yeah, just get off!" she yelled, unable to move under my weight. I gave her a big smooch on the cheek and she yelled, "Eeeeewwww!" But I jumped off and walked out of the room laughing. "You're seriously weird, dorkus," she called after , "I have no idea what Jeanie is thinking!"

I chuckled to myself as I descended the steps and went into our kitchen. My parents were in there hanging out and, as I ate breakfast, I told them about Jeanie and wanting to see each other. My mother knew that we had gone a date the night before, so she wasn't surprised. My father wasn't either, knowing that Jeanie had always liked . They both comnted, like Jocelyn, that it was about ti I ca around, and they both reassured that things with her family would work out fine. They were friends with the Delvecchios as well, so they had confidence that there wouldn't be too much drama or too many hard feelings. At that point I started asking myself why I hadn't dated Jeanie years before since everyone apparently thought it would be no big deal. But they weren't the ones who had to face Jeanie's father or the wrath of Tony. That would be my task, and I planned it for later in the day. No sense putting it off any longer than I had to.

I finished breakfast but before I left the kitchen to go upstairs to shower and get ready for work, both of my parents made it a point to tell that if I broke Jeanie's heart they'd disown . "Man," I thought to myself, "this girl has quite the fan club. She's going to be the death of ." It was a good thing I had no plans to break Jeanie's heart, but still. Who knows what could happen? Well, I'd just have to take that chance.

I showered and before heading to work at my waiting job, I sent Jeanie a text ssage: "Hi beautiful. Cant wait 2 see u again. Can i still co over tonite after work?"

Several minutes later her reply ca: "Hi jas! Yes i cant wait either."

I smiled to myself and sent her another text: "Ok good ill text as soon as im done. Miss u."

Her text ca a minute later: "Miss u too! C u tonite XOXOXO"

I finished dressing and headed to my car. Jeanie had an uncanny way of making feel warm and happy inside. I thought of her all day long at work, unable to get the image of her out of my head. Which wasn't so bad when I saw her smiling and laughing in my mind, holding my hand as we walked and talked, or waving to as she walked away. Those ntal images I could live with. But other, more erotic, images would pop in every now and again as well, making it rather difficult to concentrate on my job. Jeanie naked beneath , bathed in moonlight, as we writhed together in our lovemaking. Or in my car, her legs spread, baring her sex before . I tried to shake these images out of my head but it was no good. Jeanie had infected now; she was in my blood. And I was just going to have to live with these distractions, wanted or unwanted, pleasant or beguiling as they were.

My work day ca and went slowly. I was anxiously anticipating seeing Jeanie, as well as telling her family about us. When my shift finally ended, I headed to the car and imdiately sent Jeanie a text. "Hey sweetie. Off work. Ok to co over?"

As I was driving ho her reply ca. "Hi! Yes cant wait 2 c u. Everything will be ok."

That made feel better. I wondered if she'd already brought up the subject of her and with her family over dinner. By the ti I got ho, I knew they'd be just about finishing up eating. Heck, maybe Jeanie had broken the news and they were all cool with it. Could I be so lucky?

I pulled into my driveway and ran upstairs to quickly change into clean clothes. I had a nervous energy coursing through as I threw on a new shirt and so shorts. Once changed, I eyed my pillow, thinking of the little treasure hidden beneath it. I had to indulge, I thought to myself. I walked over to my bed and pulled Jeanie's panties out from under my pillow. Our lucky panties, I thought, bringing them to my nose and inhaling their scent. So precious, so perfect, so sweet, her aroma filled with a boost of confidence and a shot of erotic anticipation. It was just what I needed.

When I ca back downstairs though, all of a sudden my newfound confidence faltered. I opened up my front door and the gravity of the situation hit . "This is it," I thought to myself, "the mont of truth. You've had your fun. You've had the sweetness of Jeanie and now you have to face the music. If you care about her, be a man now and go prove it." I psyched myself up as I walked up the block to her house. Then, just as I was about to ring the doorbell, I took a deep breath. "Here goes nothing," I thought.

I pressed the doorbell and within monts heard the soft footfalls I'd heard so many tis before when I'd rung it as Jeanie ran to the door to greet . Always with that wide-eyed smile, and her sweet, affectionate greeting of, "Hey, Jas!" This ti though, it was her, not her brother, I was coming to see. The door opened and there was Jeanie's bright smile. She stepped out and wrapped her arms around .

"So glad to see you," she whispered in my ear. I pulled her into .

"Everything ok?" I whispered to her. She stepped away from and took my hand. She nodded slightly, still smiling, but her eyes told that our challenge had just begun. Still holding my hand, a tell-tale sign if ever there were one, she escorted into the house. The family was in the kitchen, cleaning up from dinner. Jeanie's mother, Carla, was the first to greet .

"Well hello, Jim, good to see you. You hungry? You just got off work, right?" she asked hurriedly as she ca over to hug . This greeting was not unusual from her, but I did perhaps notice just a hint of urgency in her manner. And I understood why almost imdiately when over her shoulder I noticed Tony shooting a very dangerous look. And in an instant I knew. Jeanie had brought the subject up, or it had co up sohow. They knew. And in that mont I felt the awkward atmosphere in the room, as clearly as if it were an elephant standing there with us. Tony was putting dishes away, while his father, Gino, washed them. Jeanie was cleaning the food up off the table, but none of them looked at one another.

"Um, yeah, just got off," I stamred as Carla released .

"Then you have to eat," she stated. "Giana, make Jim a dish." This certainly wasn't unusual; Carla always made sure I had sothing to eat when I ca to her ho, a kind of Italian tradition. But I knew I was going to have to get the subject at hand on the table before I accepted any sort of gift from the family. Tony was clearly pissed and Gino hadn't looked up from the dishes yet, much less greeted . It was ti to act.

"Hi, Mr. Delvecchio," I said to Gino and waved from across the kitchen.

"Hi, Jim, how are you," he said sternly, but at least he looked up at from the dishes.

"Whatup, Tony," I said to Tony and nodded. He didn't return my greeting, but instead continued to stare daggers at .

"I'm glad you guys are here, and you too, Mrs. Delvecchio. I actually have sothing I'd like to ask you." I clamd up after I said this. I felt a lump grow in my throat as the mont found and I hesitated. Man, this was going to be hard. Carla broke the awkward mont of silence.

"What is it, Jim?" she asked kindly, and I sensed that I had an ally in her at least. Jeanie was watching in anticipation, her eyes sweet and understanding. And when I saw her caring look, I found the strength I needed.

"Well," I began, clearing my throat. "As you know, Jeanie and I went to her prom the other night. And we've been very good friends for so ti. And well, I guess, we both kind of realized that we like each other. So... with your permission, and yours too of course, Tony," I said, looking at him, "I would like to date Jeanie, and uhhhh, spend more ti with her... if I could." I ended my request sowhat awkwardly because I realized everyone was staring at , not saying a word. No one made an imdiate reaction, but after a mont Carla again broke the silence.

"That's very mature of you, Jim, coming to us to ask permission," she said.

"Well, I've known you all for so long that I didn't want this to be weird for anyone," I replied, looking once again at Tony and getting nothing but scorn in return. I could tell there was going to be a problem with him. But Gino piped in after I said that.

"I can appreciate a man who stands up for what he wants, Jim," he said, drying his hands with a towel. "And I like that you had the respect to co right to us and ask. I'll tell you what, if you treat my daughter well, you're all right in my book." After saying this he extended his hand for a shake. I took it and felt the firmness of his grip as both an affirmation and a warning. The ssage was received, loud and clear. "But I gotta warn ya," he continued, "you're on your own with Tony. He's been pissed since Giana told us about your date last night during dinner." He smiled and gave a little wink as if to say, "Good luck, sucker."

I returned the smile but when I looked at Tony he wasn't even looking my way. Carla ca over and hugged again. "You're a good kid, Jim, you know we love you. Just be good to her, that's all we ask," she said, and gave a kiss on the cheek.

"I will," I said, returning the hug. When she let go, Jeanie brought a plate with the pasta and atballs Carla had served for dinner.

"Here you go, Jim, I'll put it on the table for you," she said beaming. She gave the sweetest smile I'd ever seen and her gorgeous brown eyes made my heart lt. She led to the adjoining dining room where the table was. She put the plate down and took my hand, smiling up at .

Just as I was about to say sothing to her, in ca Tony. He snapped his fingers at and pointed toward the living room, a sure indication that he wanted to follow him as he walked away. I looked Jeanie in the eye and whispered, "Wish luck." I took a deep breath but as I was about to walk away she pulled back by my hand and leaned up on her tippytoes to give a quick kiss on the mouth.

"Good luck," she whispered after the kiss. I smiled and raised my eyebrows. That kiss alone made this trip into the maelstrom that was the fiery temper of Tony Delvecchio worthwhile. I broke away from her and walked down the hallway to their living room. Tony was waiting, standing rigid in the middle of the room and looking absolutely furious. Before I could even speak he started spouting off.

"What the fuck, dude," he hissed, struggling not to raise his voice above a harsh, cutting whisper. "You're fucking dating my sister, behind my back?"

"It's not behind your back, man, I'm right here," I countered.

"Last night?" he shot back.

"Yeah, last night was one night. We had dinner and discussed how to approach this. And we decided to be honest and co right out and tell you."

"Oh now you're going to be honest? What about breaking the promise you made to before? What about that, huh? 'I won't lay a finger on her,' that's what you told . All a big fucking lie." He balled his fists and stepped forward, just inches away from , looking harshly in the eye. I held my ground though, unsure if whether in the next mont he would punch in the face. I had to stay strong.

"Co on, Tony, I like her. Really like her. She's not so conquest and I'm not going to treat her like one. I've known her for years, and I just... I just care about her..."

"Care about her?" he interrupted. "What the hell does that an? How is it that two days ago she's just my little sister, and now all of a sudden, out of complete fucking nowhere, you 'care about her?' What is that all about?"

"It's not out of nowhere; I always have."

"Oh shit," he blustered, clearly raising his voice to a level where he could be heard in the next room. "This just gets better and better. Always have?"

"Well, it's not like I've ever done anything about it. I never touched her, man. But it's just that... yeah, you know, I have liked her for a while. A long ti. I just never did anything about it because..." I paused.

"Yeah, because why?" he asked, incredulous.

"Because I knew it would piss you off. And because I knew she was supposed to be off-limits."

"Off-limits? Hmmmm, why would that be?" he asked, his voice dripping with sarcasm.

"Because man, I know she's your sister. I get it," I replied.

"Do you? Do you really get it? So if I said right now that I was with Joss, you'd just 'get it,' would you?"

I thought for a mont, and the ntal image of Tony with my little sister raced through my mind. Yes, it did hurt and I did understand what he ant. I always had. "It would piss off," I said. "I admit it would."

"Gee, thanks for at least admitting that," he shot back. But in a funny way, I could almost hear a little less rage in his voice after hearing admit that I'd be angry.

"I'm not saying you shouldn't be pissed, man, I'm really not. I understand why you would be. I'm just saying that I care about her. And I'm not going to use her or hurt her."

He stood there nodding his head for a minute, but he didn't say anything. After several monts, I decided to take a chance.

"Look, Tony, you like to pick on her, but she's an amazing girl. I ca here to tell you, and your parents, to your faces that I like her and that I just want to treat her right. So if you're gonna kick my ass or be pissed off at , so be it. But I ca here like a man and stood up for her, that ought to tell you that I'm genuine. Ya know, if the fact that we've been best friends for years didn't already."

He held his stance hard for another mont, then, completely unexpectedly, he snorted a derisive laugh and instantly seed to loosen up. "You are such a girl," he snorted. "Seriously? 'I stood up for her.' Really? You crack fucking up," he joked. Despite the fact that he was making fun of , I took this as a good sign. If he was busting on , that ant his anger was lessening and he was calming down and returning to normal.

"Mm hmm, enjoy a good laugh, go ahead, yuck it up," I said, taking my dicine.

He started laughing in earnest at that. "What a puss, I can't even stand it," he mocked.

"Well, you're standing here like you're gonna fucking punch ," I said.

"Yeah, I still might nancy-boy. Give one good reason why I shouldn't."

"Ok, dickhead," I shot back, "try this one. Jeanie's friend Theresa from work... she digs you. We're all going on a double date." I was tempting fate on this one, since as far as I knew Jeanie hadn't talked to Theresa yet, much less gotten her to agree to going on a double-date with us and Tony, but I figured I'd play my highest card and hope for the best.

"Wait, Theresa? The hot one, the one with the..." He held his hands up in front of his chest to indicate big boobs.

"Yeah, that one. And would you be going on a date with her if I wasn't dating your sister? Bam! No chance, sucka." Again, this wasn't necessarily true but desperate tis called for desperate asures.

He stood looking at , nodding his head for a mont. "So, you hook up one double-date with a hot chick and I'm just supposed to be ok with you putting your slimy hands all over my sister?"

"Yeah, that's pretty much what I was banking on, actually," I shot back.

"All right, douchebag, but you're on probation. I see you groping her or sucking face with her or otherwise touching her in any way and I will fucking pound you."

"Right, makes sense, so I'll just date her but I won't touch her?"

"That's pretty much it, or you're toast."

"Ok then, got it." After a few awkward monts, I broke the silence. "So... wanna shoot so stick tonight?" We sotis went to play pool at a local parlor, and I figured getting him alone so we could talk one-on-one might be the best idea right now. It sounded better than staying ho and having him see Jeanie and together. That might re-light his fire.

"Not hanging with your girlie tonight, Casanova?" he joked.

"You and I should hang out. Give you a chance to really make fun of and get it out of your system."

He considered it. "Oh it'll never be out of my system, but you're on," he said after a minute, "and you're paying."

"Yeah, ok," I replied. I waited to see what would happen next. And in typical Tony fashion he started walking past back toward the kitchen, but right before he went by , his hand shot out and delivered a quick, solid punch to my stomach.

"Co on, nancy, your dinner is getting cold and your little girlfriend is waiting for you," he said after he punched . I doubled over in pain, cursing myself for not seeing it coming. How many tis was he going to get with that move? I rubbed the soreness in my belly and walked back out to the dining room. Jeanie was waiting for there. I smiled at her and sat down, trying not to grimace from the dull pain in my stomach.

"He punched you, didn't he?" she whispered, careful not to raise her voice too loud that it could be heard by her parents or Tony in the kitchen.

"Yeah, really hard, but I'll survive," I whispered back. "We're going to go play pool later, so I think everything is cool."

She just smiled. "I knew it. I knew you'd make it work," she gushed. I smiled back at her. Just at that mont, her parents walked in. Gino piped in.

"So Tony says you boys are going out tonight?" he said happily to . "That's good, no hard feelings and all."

Carla smiled. "All right, let's let him eat dinner," she said, "the kid's probably starved." She took Gino by the arm and started leading him away. "You kids have a nice ti; we'll be in the other room."

As soon as they left, Jeanie leaned in close and whispered, "I heard everything you said in there." She held my eyes with hers.

"Yeah?" I asked.

"Mm hmm," she nodded, "and you want to know what I think?"

"Yeah," I whispered.

"This is what I think," she said softly and sweetly. And without another word she put her hand behind my head, her fingers tangling in my hair, and pulled my mouth onto hers. The kiss was long, warm and tender and it made my heart skip a beat. For a fleeting mont, I worried that Tony might see us and blow his stack. He had just warned that he didn't want to see touching his sister, and I had no idea where he was. But that thought evaporated completely in a heartbeat as I felt Jeanie's soft lips massaging mine so sweetly.

After several monts she broke the kiss softly. She looked in the eyes. "Have you really liked for a long ti?" she whispered.

I nodded. "I could just never admit to myself," I said.

She shook her head slightly, but curled her lips into a little smile. "So much lost ti," she said.

"I know," I said, pursing my lips in disappointnt.

"We could have been doing this years ago," she laughed, and pulled in for another kiss.

"Don't rub it in," I said, after she broke the kiss off.

She laughed. "Ok, eat, I'm sorry, I know you're hungry." She let my head go and I dove into her mother's delicious pasta and atballs. I was hungry. The day at work, and the stress of knowing the confrontation I'd just had with Tony was looming, had built up quite an appetite within . While I ate, Jeanie and I talked. She'd heard tell Tony how Theresa wanted to double-date with us. She wasn't mad that I'd said that, she said she would have done the sa to help deflate Tony's ire, and she was confident Theresa would say yes when she proposed the idea. She promised she'd call Theresa that night after Tony and I went out. Once I'd finished eating, Jeanie and I held hands and joked for a bit.

After a few minutes of hearing our laughing, Tony stuck his head in the door. "You gonna play kissy-kissy all night or are we going out?" he asked sarcastically.

"Yeah, I'm ready. You go put your makeup on and I'll et you at the door, princess."

"Uh huh, 'bout freaking ti," he said and ran out into the hallway and upstairs to get ready.

I turned to Jeanie. "I'll miss you tonight, Francesca," I lanted.

"Awwww, I'll miss you too, Jas," she replied, jutting her lower lip out sadly. The gesture made her look so cute I couldn't help but steal another kiss. That made her smile and she walked to the door. A mont later, Tony ca bounding down the stairs as Jeanie and I held hands, saying goodbye.

"Enough of that crap, let's go," he declared hastily. I smiled and winked at Jeanie as I followed him out the door.

"I'll call you later," I told her, walking away.

"You better," she responded. I just smiled and waved.

"I'm driving," Tony yelled as he opened the driver's side door of his Grand Cherokee. He was able to get a nice, newer model with the good money he was making landscaping. It sure beat riding in my old Grand Am. Don't get wrong, I loved that car but it definitely had so miles on it.

The evening went really well with Tony. He acted pissy and gruff at first but as the night wore on he softened. And soon we were talking and joking like nothing had happened. That was the way Tony was. His temper made him bluster and rage every now and again, but if you could weather the storm he would usually calm down and be cool. Of course, it didn't hurt matters that about halfway through the evening I got a text ssage from Jeanie that read, "Theresa said yes! Yes yes yes! Friday nite!!!"

I smiled when I got it, and my heart leapt in my chest. "All right dude," I said to Tony, "Jeanie set up our double-date for Friday night." I neglected to tell him how relieved I was; it was a huge load off my mind. If Theresa had refused I might be back at square one with Tony having to explain that I'd lied about her wanting to go out with him. Crisis averted, I thought, and my spirits were lifted even further. Everything had co off very well for Jeanie and .

"Sweet," he said, "so it'll be just like one of our patented double-dates; only difference is you won't be scoring at the end of the night, cuz if you do, you're dead."

"Right, exactly," I agreed, although I didn't tell him that if the opportunity arose, I was definitely going to score. What he didn't know wouldn't hurt him. I sent a ssage back to Jeanie. "U did it! Smart, beautiful & gorgeous, how did i get so lucky?"

A few minutes later ca her reply, "U r lucky. But i luv that u know it!" I laughed reading her text, but as he was lining up a shot, Tony yelled, "You gonna text sweet nothings all night or are you here to play pool?" I got his point and put my phone away. I could tell that he'd be busting my balls about the Jeanie thing constantly, but that was ok. It was a small price to pay to be with her.

The rest of the evening went well and Tony and I made plans to hang out during the week. Jeanie still had a few weeks of school left to complete so I wouldn't be able to see her much on weekdays. It was a bumr, but a necessary evil. So the week leading up to our double-date featured only phone calls and one brief hangout while Tony got ready for us to go a movie.

"This sucks that we can't hang out," she lanted to , as we sat on the couch talking.

"I know, but in a couple days we have our double-date so we'll see each other then," I said.

"I don't want to see you then; I want to see you now," she declared.

"You are seeing now," I reminded her. "See, here I am."

"No, silly," she said, shaking her head, "I want to really see you."

I raised my eyebrows as if I didn't understand. She rolled her eyes and scooched closer to on the couch, then leaned in for a kiss. Almost imdiately her tongue darted out and pushed into my mouth, swirling and pressing against my tongue. Her hands ran down my chest and caressed . After a mont she pulled away and looked in the eye. "Get it now?" she asked. "Really see you."

"Yeah, I think I get it now," I replied, "but another demonstration might really help drive the point ho." I went to lean in for another dirty kiss but at that mont we heard Tony stomping down the stairs. We backed away from each other so that he wouldn't see us so close.

"You ready, jackass?" he yelled to .

"Yeah, one sec," I replied. He held his finger up as a warning to us as he retreated from the room. I just nodded at him and turned to Jeanie, standing up from the couch and helping her up. "So, I was actually wondering sothing."

She raised her eyebrows. "What, sweetie?" she asked.

"Well, when you introduce to Theresa on Friday, I just, I guess I wonder..."

Jeanie gave a cute, little half-smile. "What do you wonder, Jim?" she asked, as if she already knew what I was going to say.

"Um, I guess I'm wondering what you would call . Like what would you say I am?"

"Well, what are you, Jim?" she asked expectantly, her eyes sparkling and expectant.

"I... think you should say that... I'm your boyfriend," I said softly, wondering what her reply would be.

"Are you?" she asked.

"Yes. I an, I want to be. Do you... want to be?"

She nodded and smiled sweetly. After a mont she whispered, "Am I your girlfriend, Jim?"

I nodded as well. "Yes," I replied, "you're my girlfriend."

She squealed happily and jumped into my arms, pressing a kiss on my lips. "Hey, yo!" Tony yelled from the other room, peering in at us. "Hands off the lady, butthole!"

But Jeanie didn't care. She planted another kiss on , then broke away and ran down the hall past Tony yelling, "Don't call my boyfriend a butthole, butthead!" And as I heard her bounding up the stairs she yelled down, "Have fun tonight, Jim!"

"Thanks, Jeanie!" I yelled up the stairs after her.

Tony just stood there shaking his head and rolling his eyes. "Boyfriend, sheesh," he muttered sarcastically under his breath. But his annoyance didn't matter. Jeanie was happy and so was I. We were in such a good place, even though we were a tad frustrated not getting to see each other enough.

Between that exchange and the subsequent teasing phone calls and text ssages between us, I was beginning to get really frustrated by the ti Friday night rolled around. But even so, I couldn't be happier when I finally got out of work that night and raced ho to shower and get ready for the big double-date. I walked over to the Delvecchio house and found Tony and Jeanie ready to go. Tony grabbed his keys so we could take his Jeep. It would fit all four of us better than my car or Jeanie's.

Jeanie wore a cute, form-fitting blue dress that hugged her curves magnificently. It was at once formal, yet the way she carried herself was casual, as though she would look comfortable at either a fancy party or a backyard picnic. Her makeup was also subtle, so that she didn't look overly done up, but instead just like her sweet, easygoing self. She had let her hair keep its natural little curl so that she looked sprightly and lighthearted as it hung down to her bare shoulders. I drank in the sight of her, so lovely and pretty.

Unable to tell her what I really thought in front of her brother, I just looked her up and down and silently mouthed the word, "Wow." She instantly got what I was hinting at and gave a wide smile and the tiniest curtsey to say thank you. I held the door open for her and she climbed into the Jeep.

As we drove to pick up Theresa, I could tell Tony was in a really good mood. He barely picked on Jeanie at all, in fact, he actually asked her a few questions about Theresa and what she liked. I thought that was a damn good sign. Not just that Tony might eventually grow to accept Jeanie and I being together, but also that he was taking this date seriously. That would make life a lot easier.

When we arrived at her house, Theresa erged looking just as gorgeous as Jeanie. It was clear those two had planned out their wardrobes beforehand, because Theresa wore a very similar form-fitting dress to Jeanie's. Theresa's was a dark green color and it accentuated her in all the right places. Her cleavage made my jaw swing open and the dress hugged her hips so perfectly that she was absolutely breathtaking upon first glance. I hid how truly impressed I was, but I did raise my eyebrows to Jeanie to let her know I thought Tony would be very pleased. Jeanie did a little eye roll at , but she smiled. She knew damn well I only had eyes for her. I was just glad Theresa was every bit as beautiful as she had seed in her picture. This would definitely make Tony happy. And a happy Tony ant a happy Jim and Jeanie.

While we drove, the girls were in the backseat while the guys rode up front. We'd have to make sure that didn't happen at the table at the restaurant though. I made sure to text ssage Jeanie while we drove so that we were on the sa page with the seating arrangent. She texted back, "Good call." We had dinner at Dominique once again. There was almost an incident on the way when Jeanie said to Theresa, "I can't believe I get to go to Dominique twice in one week!"

I tried to act nonchalant, but that went out the window when Theresa gushed, "Wow, Jim, Dominique, huh? I'm impressed, great first date."

I thanked her but as I looked over at Tony he was shooting a dirty look. "Dominique?" he whispered. "The sexiest restaurant on Earth? You are so dead." I looked away and tried to ignore him. Hopefully the date would go well so that he'd forget.

When we arrived, I told the girls not to get out so that Tony and I could open their doors for them. They were both thoroughly impressed and Jeanie gave a little wink. She had told earlier in the week that Theresa's ex had been kind of a dick, and that if Tony really wanted to get in good with her, he should be a complete gentleman. I was doing my best to make sure he did just that. And when he held the door open for her and pushed her chair in for her, everything seed to be going quite well. Our table was circular shaped, so we were able to make sure Tony and Theresa were next to each other, but we were still right there to help with the conversation.

As it turns out, we needn't have been concerned. The chemistry between Tony and Theresa was obvious from the start. They joked with each other freely and Theresa was every bit the spitfire Jeanie had described her to be. Her quick wit kept right up with Tony's sense of humor, and within minutes she was playfully putting him in his place. Never on all the double-dates we'd gone on was Tony this comfortable or this happy. It was plain that Theresa was aweso and Tony was into her. And it certainly appeared Theresa liked him as well.

The evening was a blast. Tony didn't even seem to mind when Jeanie held my hand or when she fed bites of her food. We all laughed and joked and the al went perfectly. Afterward, we decided to go play miniature golf. The girls looked a little out of place in their slinky dresses and heels, but we had a great ti.

It actually turned out to be ideal because not only did Tony help show Theresa how to play, she actually wound up having a better score than him. It was the perfect ending to a very incredible evening, and Theresa had no qualms about gloating in Tony's face. We all laughed, but his humiliation was tempered when she said, "Don't worry, Tony, I'll let you win next ti." As soon as she said it, Jeanie and I looked at each other and smiled. She'd ntioned a next ti; that was a very good sign.

The only downside of the evening was the constant, dull ache I felt for Jeanie. I wanted her so badly. Just to press against her and feel her softness. To claim her mouth with my own and lt into her. I could tell she felt it too. Every now and again we'd make eye contact in just the right way and I could feel her hunger rivaling my own. It had been a long week of not seeing each other except for a few minutes here and there. By now our desire for one another was boiling over and there was nothing we could do about it without risking the wrath of Tony. Even a kiss held too long could set him off; I certainly couldn't have touched her or held her close. So we were stuck concealing our desire and trying to pretend to not want to tear into one another every second of the date.

By evening's end, everyone was in a great mood. We dropped Theresa off first and Tony walked her to her door. Jeanie and I sat in the Jeep, whispering excitedly. "They're gonna kiss, I'm tellin' ya, she's gonna let him kiss her," Jeanie whispered, her voice almost a squeal.

"No way, not gonna happen," I countered, just for the sake of arguing. I did think they would kiss, but I wanted to be playful with Jeanie. "All he's getting is a quick hug."

"Oh yeah? You wanna make a wager on that, tough guy?" Jeanie teased.

"Just na the terms, sweetcakes," I joked back.

"Ok, if I'm right, you can't kiss until I say you can, no matter what I do. And if you're right, sa rule goes for ..." she proposed.

"You're on, beautiful," I said, shaking her hand.

"Ooooh, here we go," she said, as it looked like Theresa and Tony were just about to say good night. They leaned in close to one another and it appeared they kissed. "Ahhhhhh, I was right, I was so right," she gushed.

"Now just hold on there, buttercup, that might not have been a kiss; it was awfully quick," I retorted.

"Oh BS," she yelled, "quick or not that was a kiss, which ans I win."

"I want verification before this bet can be substantiated, hold on," I demanded. Tony made his way back to the Jeep and hopped in. He gave a nice, big smile. "Well, well, you are quite the gentleman; I'm impressed," I said to him.

"I am and you should be," he gloated, as he started the car and pulled away.

"So was that a kiss we just saw?" Jeanie piped in from the backseat.

"Mind your own business, Frankie," he chided her.

"Co on, Tony, settle a bet for us, kiss or no?" she pleaded.

"A bet?" he yelled. "Look, I'm not taking part in your weird little perverted gas. In fact, you both sicken for even watching," he yelled again, but I could tell he was mostly joking.

"You did," I chid in, "you kissed her; I can tell."

"Well, that depends, which one of you was betting I would and which was betting I wouldn't?" he asked accusingly.

"I said you would," Jeanie yelled proudly.

Tony shot a look and shook his head. "My best friend. My best damn friend. First he's getting it on with my little sister..."

"Hey!" Jeanie yelled.

"...then he's betting against getting a goodnight kiss. Well, for your information, pal, I totally kissed her so in your stupid face, punk!"

"Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha," Jeanie gloated from the backseat. "So aweso, so freaking aweso. You lose, Stillman; way to go, big brother."

I just looked at Tony and smiled. "Thanks," I said to him.

"Shit, whatever you lost I hope it hurts, you deserve it for doubting ," he said flatly.

"I'll never hear the end of it, that's the part that hurts," I replied.

"Hey, you wanted her," he reminded , a smug smirk sared his across his face, "well, you got her."

All the while Jeanie was in the back singing a little victory song to herself. "Giana was right, Jim was wrong, that's why I'm singing my victory song. Jeanie rules, Jim drools, Jeanie is a genius, and Jim is a fool..." On and on it went like that practically the whole ride ho. But everyone was in a great mood and Tony was beaming. He even inford us that he and Theresa had made plans for a second ate tomorrow night. All in all, it had been a pretty outstanding night.

When we arrived back at their house, Tony got out of the car and headed into the house. Despite his good mood he announced, "Say goodnight and do it fast. And no making out on the porch; I'll be watching." We both laughed as we got out of the car, and I took Jeanie's hand as I walked her to the door. She had a big, goofy grin on her face as well.

"No making out, well, he won't have to worry about that. You can't even kiss , Jas," she whispered smiling.

"You seem awfully happy about that, Francesca, and here I thought you wanted to kiss ," I said, making a pouting face.

"Oh I do, you're the cutest, but I just love winning so much I have to have so fun with this," she laughed. Once on the porch she turned and put her arms around my waist. "So... have so fun I will," she whispered.

I ran my arms around her waist and pulled her close to . "You can't do this to , Jeanie, I am dying here," I whispered back.

"Do what?" she asked. "I'm just giving you a little hug is all." As she said this she stepped into and pressed against .

"I'm serious, sweetie, I'm like in pain," I said.

"Awwwww," she said sweetly, jutting her lower lip out, "I don't want you to be in pain." Her hands ran down my back seductively and she stood on her tippytoes to rest her head on my shoulder. I leaned down and held her tightly to , feeling her warmth and stirring the desire within .

"Be nice, Giana," I whispered in her ear.

"Aren't I always nice?" she whispered in mine, her breath warm and tickling against my earlobe.

"Mmmmm, you are, baby, but you're going to drive wild."

"Oh we wouldn't want that now would we?" she whispered seductively, her lips gently tickling my ear, breathing her breath warmly against . I felt my cock harden in my pants and I pressed it against her.

"Jeanie, sweetie, you feel what you're doing to ?" I asked.

"Mmmmm, yeah," she moaned, "I bet you'd like to kiss right now, wouldn't you?" She dragged her lips slowly across my cheek and down toward my mouth. But she backed away just enough so that I could feel her warm breath against my lips, but I could do nothing about it.

"Yes, very much so," I whispered.

"But you can't, Jim," she whispered, her breath tickling my lips, "not until I say so."

"Then say so," I insisted.

"Not yet," she said, "not until I know you're not just in this for the seduction."

"Don't be silly, sweetie," I said, looking her in the eyes, "you know I'm crazy about you."

"Are you sweet on , Jim?" she asked, gazing into my eyes.

"You know I am, Jeanie," I whispered.

"Then tell what I want to hear," she said, her voice barely audible.

I looked at her for a mont, then I whispered softly to her. "I dream about you at night, and you're the first thing I think about in the morning. You're my girl, Giana, and I want you to know..."

"Jim," she interrupted.

"Yeah?"

"Now's the ti to kiss ." Without a second's delay I pressed my mouth to hers and drew her bottom lip between mine. She moaned softly and we held our kiss for a long mont. I pulled her into by her hips, my mind beginning its descent into wanton lust, but I rembered her brother's warning and cald myself. I broke the kiss and looked into her eyes.

"I never want to stop kissing you," I said softly. She smiled sweetly up at . "Tell we can hang out tomorrow night, just you and ?" I insisted. With Tony seeing Theresa again, it made hanging out with Jeanie simpler and much more guilt-free.

"Definitely, of course," she said, "you know I can't wait."

"Ok, I'll call you after work. We'll get dinner and do... whatever," I said.

She laughed. "Dinner and whatever sounds good to ," she said.

"So... it's a date," I whispered, "dinner and whatever." I nudged her nose with mine and stole another kiss. I pulled her body closer to mine so she could feel my strength and my hardness just for a mont. Then I stepped away. "I should go before your brother cos out and punches ," I said. "Better not push my luck."

She smiled. "Plenty of ti to push your luck tomorrow," she said seductively, her voice barely more than a whisper. She raised her eyebrows and I knew exactly what she ant.

"Good," I said as I descended the stairs backwards looking at her, "because I'm feeling very lucky."

"Are you now?" she asked, the corner of her mouth curling into a wicked grin.

I returned her grin with one of my own. "I am."

"Well, we'll see," she said slyly, turning toward the door.

"Goodnight, Francesca, I had a wonderful ti," I called up from the driveway before she opened the door.

"Goodnight, Jas, I did too," she called after .

I smiled at her once more then broke towards ho. Before I even got inside my front door, my phone buzzed with a text from Jeanie. "U r so sexy. Missing ur kisses already." I sent one back. "Not as much as im missing yours." I went up to my bedroom, threw off my clothes, and plopped down onto my bed. Thoughts of Jeanie swirled through my head. How did I get so lucky to have such a great girl like this much? I felt blessed. And as I brought myself pleasure, aching to feel her physically, a dull emptiness swirled inside that only she could fill. And not even my draining climax as I imagined having her again brought the satisfaction I craved.

The next day at work was torturous as I counted the minutes and hours until I was done. I had nothing but Jeanie on my mind, and nothing but Jeanie could make happy. I anxiously anticipated our ti together, forcing myself to concentrate on my job and not to daydream the day away. When my shift finally ended I sent her a text telling her I was done. I raced ho and showered and we decided to just go have a laid-back pizza dinner at a local place we liked a lot. I picked her up and everything went smoothly. Tony had already left to go on his date with Theresa, so there was no tension in the air when I entered the house. Jeanie wore another cute sundress and I struggled to keep my thoughts clean as I chatted with her parents.

But as we walked to my car, I just had to ask her a question that popped into my head the second she had co down the stairs. "How many of these dresses do you have, anyway?" I asked, tugging gently on the billowy yellow fabric.

"Oh, a few," she said smiling. "Why?"

"Because you look ridiculously cute in them, and they make happy," I replied.

"Do they really?" she asked.

"Yes, they remind of how sweet you are. They're like the perfect thing you could possibly wear."

She wrapped her arm inside mine and hugged close. "You're off to a good start," she said and gave a beaming smile. I returned it and opened the car door for her. We laughed and joked as we drove to the pizzeria. During dinner we talked about how well Tony and Theresa had hit it off. She had talked to Theresa during the day and it looked like all signs were positive. Theresa thought Tony was aweso and even though I hadn't talked to Tony yet, I knew he felt the sa about her. Normally he was pretty shy about making the next move after a date. And sotis, if he was being picky, he'd all but blow the girl off if he wasn't interested. So the fact that they were going on a second date the very next night was a trendously good sign, and I told her so.

"Oh it's a good sign for more reasons than one," she said, her eyes getting that certain gleam in them.

"Why's that?" I asked, intrigued by her little change in attitude.

"Well, think about it," she said. "Tony will be out on his date all night. He'll be totally out of our hair."

"Yeah, that's nice," I agreed.

"But that's not all," she continued. "He's out of the way, and my parents always go to bed early. So we'll have the family room downstairs totally to ourselves. To do, ya know... whatever."

That was when I finally got her point. "Oh," I said, my interest piqued. "Well then what the hell are we doing here? Finish that pizza and let's go!"

She laughed. "They won't be in bed yet, silly!"

"So? This is still valuable ti we're wasting here!"

"Ok, Stillman," she said laughing, "give one good reason why you deserve to have alone right now and I'll finish this so we can go."

I leaned forward in my chair. "How about because all I've thought about every day is you. Because all day long today I've been waiting for tonight to be with you. Because you are the most gorgeous girl in the world and I can't stand being away from you for a second. Because..."

"Whoa," she interrupted, "I said one reason." Her eyes were burning into mine and I could feel her desire emanating from them.

"Well, there are several," I whispered.

"Yes, I noticed," she said. "Let's get out of here." As she said this she dropped her unfinished slice of pizza onto her plate.

"Sweetie," I said, "we don't have to go right now; I was just kidding about that."

"I wasn't," she said simply. "Let's go." She took by the hand and stood up. I stood with her and collected our plates and cups. I dropped them hurriedly in the trash as she practically pulled out of the pizzeria. I let her into my car then slid into the driver's side. I turned to say sothing to her but before I could her mouth was on mine kissing .

"You know how long..." she said between kisses, "I've waited... wanted... longed... to hear you say those things to ?" Before I could answer she was kissing again, her mouth crushing mine and her lips pulling and holding mine. She was moaning and with every kiss she pulled closer to her.

I realized what this mont ant to her. She'd had this crush on for so long. To now hear say I felt the way about her that she'd always felt about must have ant the world to her. So I pulled her close to and kissed her hard, every ounce of passion flowing from to her.

Finally, after several monts, she broke the kiss, practically pushing off her. "Start the car and drive fast," she said hurriedly, and I could feel her desire, palpable in the air.

"Right, yeah, drive fast," I muttered, doing exactly as she told . I got us ho in record ti, but of course it was still early. When we entered her house her parents were still up watching TV in their big living room. We chatted a bit with them. They were wondering why we were ho so early; Jeanie's curfew wasn't for another couple hours. But she explained that we just wanted to relax, and that we were heading downstairs to the family room to watch TV and hang out. Both parents gave us a sideways glance when she ntioned this, but they allowed it. Jeanie took by the hand and led to the kitchen.

We grabbed so snacks and soda and headed downstairs. Once we were in her family room, she clicked on a light and turned the TV on, leaving it on whichever station it was already tuned to. Then she walked over to , stood right up against and whispered softly. "Ok, here are the rules. We'll totally hear them coming if they co this way. The floor squeaks in the kitchen to give us warning. But still, we gotta control ourselves until they go upstairs to bed. Then they won't be able to hear anything. Got it?"

"Yeah, got it," I said. "Control myself until they go upstairs, check."

"Right," she said flatly, then stared into my eyes for a few monts. Finally, she asked, "So, you've got here; aren't you going to kiss ?"

"I thought I was supposed to control myself?" I asked.

"Yeah, but I'm not going to make it easy for you," she said quickly, then craned her neck upward and pressed her mouth to mine. Imdiately I took her by the waist and pulled her into . Our bodies pressed together as our mouths tangled with lust. I squeezed her soft hips and the desire within began to pour forth. I'd been fantasizing about her all week, dreaming of the mont when I'd have her alone again. And now, finally, it had co. I had her all to myself, to feel her soft, warm body against mine.

I picked her up by her waist and gently moved her to the couch. We sat down together, never breaking our kiss. Within monts I lost myself to my desire. Jeanie was kissing so passionately, her tongue invading my mouth so sweetly, that I was almost overco with longing.

My hands began wandering her body practically of their own accord, and I felt her hands searching mine in return. Up her hips and along her curves, over the pert, little mounds of her breasts, to her neckline. Her hands scratching down my chest and over my back, her nails raking against . All the while our mouths dancing together hungrily in our desire.

I broke our kiss and dropped my mouth onto her neck, slling and tasting her sweet perfu. Ravishing her with kisses and licks from her neck to her ear, feeling the hair behind her ear tickling my nose. Taking her earlobe into my mouth and nibbling it, hearing her exhale sharply as I massaged her softly with my tongue. The desire between us building, the mont threatening to get out of hand.

The minutes ticked by indiscriminately. I lost track of all sense of ti as Jeanie and I tangled on the couch in passion. Her hand dropped down and ran flatly along my belly, stirring the desire within . I felt myself stiffen in my pants as her hand neared my manhood, aching and craving her soft touch. But she stopped at my waistline, curling her thumb just inside my pants above the button and zipper. I arched my back to move myself toward her touch but she held it back. Instead she leaned her head back and exposed more of her own tender flesh to .

Without hesitation I ran a long lick from her ear down to her chest, until I felt the gentle rise of her breasts. She groaned softly as I planted soft kisses on the soft skin just above the neckline of her dress. Very slowly I felt her fingertips go lower until they were gently rubbing against the hardness in my pants.

"Mmmmmm, Jeanie," I moaned as her fingertips just barely grazed and massaged my swelling cock. I reached my own hand up and curled my fingertips into the neckline of her dress, gently pulling it back to reveal more of her flesh to . As I yanked it down I kissed more and more of her breasts in turn, dying to get inside her bra to the soft, tender areas beneath it. She groaned again as I let my fingertips search her breasts, seeking out the hardened little nubs of her nipples and gently stroking them. I began to pull outward on her bra to expose more of her to , letting my tongue lash against every new inch of flesh I exposed.

Her hand ventured further downward and took hold of my cock in earnest through my pants, gently squeezing and rubbing it. Now my desire was reaching its peak, a point where I wouldn't be able to ta it. Her other hand raked across my back and pulled closer to her as I pushed her left breast upward and out of her bra so that I could feast upon the tender nipple within.

"Oh Jim," she moaned as I ran my tongue in a circle over her nipple. The nails on her one hand dug into my back as the other squeezed my cock in my pants. I ran my other hand along the back of her leg and squeezed her thigh. I wanted her so badly. The long week of teasing one another on the phone and over text ssages had built my desire into a frenzy. I was supposed to be controlling myself but I was losing that control by the second.

Just then, as we pawed each other furiously, lost in our passion, we heard a creak upstairs. "That's my parents," she said desperately, "holy crap!"

In an instant reality swept in and we separated and began putting ourselves back together. She smoothed her dress and ran her fingers through her hair. I adjusted my pants and backed away from her so that we sat a little distance apart. We heard the creaking in the kitchen and then the door to the downstairs opened with a little squeak. "Jeanie?" her mother called down.

"Yeah mom," she replied.

We heard the stairs creak one by one as Carla ca down them. "Hey, you two," she greeted us once downstairs. "We're headed up to bed so I just wanted to say goodnight."

"And to check on us, right?" Jeanie added cheekily, but not in a spiteful or an-spirited way. Just a little joke to poke fun at her mom.

"Yes, of course," Carla replied, her eyes darting to the TV which I finally noticed was actually on a news channel with the volu barely audible. It wasn't not like Jeanie and I weren't smart, or that we didn't ever watch the news, but it certainly would appear curious that we were watching the news alone together on a Saturday night. "Oops," I thought to myself, "probably should have checked that." But I couldn't help it; all I wanted was to get at Jeanie as soon as possible. I hadn't even thought about checking what channel the TV was on.

Carla's eyebrows raised a little and I thought I saw the hint of a smirk play across her lips, but otherwise she didn't bring up her suspicions. "You kids have a nice ti and be good," she said sweetly. "But your curfew rule is still in effect, Giana," she reminded us, "sorry Jim but you're out of here in an hour."

"I understand, Mrs. Delvecchio," I said.

"Ok, now co here and give a hug," she said, holding her arms out toward .

"Shit," I thought to myself, "this could get awkward." I had tried to calm myself down and relax as though nothing had been going on down here, but there was only so much I could do. I was still pretty stiff in my pants and I wondered just how obvious that fact would be now that I had to stand up. And give Carla a hug, for crying out loud. There was no ti to hesitate or stall; I had to just do my best to conceal it. I stood up off the couch and slouched just a little in the middle to try to hide my erection as best I could.

I took two long strides across the room to et Carla. She wrapped her arms around as I tried my best to stay bent in the middle so as not to rub my hard-on against her. I hugged her with my arms and shoulders but she clung to tightly. "Holy shit," I thought to myself, "she has to know." I wondered how bad this could get. Had she seen? Can she feel it? Will she get pissed and order out of the house? Will she forbid Jeanie and from seeing each other? I practically felt myself shaking as our hug played out for what seed like hours, but in reality was probably only a few seconds.

"She has to feel it," I thought to myself as I loosened my grip and tried to end the hug, willing myself unsuccessfully to ta the rock-hard erection jutting out against my pants. It was pressed firmly into Carla's mid-section, just above her mound, even though I'd tried to avoid it making contact. She had pulled tightly into her and there was no avoiding it touching her.

I was practically shaking anticipating her reaction. I thought for sure I was busted. And sure enough, just before she broke the hug and moved away, she shifted just slightly and I felt my cock rub quickly but brazenly across her belly and hip.

Carla was certainly an attractive woman. In many ways Jeanie looked a lot like her, but Carla was just a bit taller with wider curves and fuller breasts. Ordinarily I wouldn't have minded rubbing against such a beautiful woman like this, even if I had known her for years and she was my friend's mother. But now she was my girlfriend's mother, and I'd just been fooling around with her daughter. I didn't want my own excitent to sabotage the truly wonderful thing Jeanie and I had between each other. The next mont was like torture as Carla stepped away from and looked in the eyes.

I was expecting her to say sothing, to comnt on the raging erection she'd just felt pushing against her. One clearly caused by my fooling around with Jeanie. Surely she would tell to get out of her house imdiately. But she didn't. Instead she curled her lip into a tiny, almost imperceptible, grin and whispered softly, "Good night, Jim." She held my eyes for a mont then stepped away. "Ok, co here, Francesca," she said to Jeanie.

Jeanie got up from the couch and hugged her mother as well, as I stepped out of the way and sat back down on the couch, trying to hide what I thought must have been very obvious by that point. I was amazed. Was she really not going to say anything? It was so blatantly obvious what was going on; I thought for sure she would definitely bust us.

But after a mont, Carla and Jeanie broke their hug and both said goodnight to one another. As Carla was mounting the stairs she called to us, "You kids be good tonight," and with that disappeared back upstairs into the kitchen.

Jeanie stood for a mont beside the couch staring at the ceiling, clearly noting the creaking sounds and what they ant. After a minute she whispered, "Ok, they're both upstairs in bed now." Then she plopped down onto the couch next to .

"Holy freaking crap, Jeanie," I whispered harshly, "that was nuts!"

"I know," she said, "I didn't expect her to actually co down here to check on us."

"Yeah seriously," I said, "and I had to hug her! I an, I tried my best to hide it, but there was only so much I could do."

She looked at questioningly, not realizing what I ant. I gestured with my eyes down to my crotch where my erection still strained against my pants.

"Oh shit," she snickered, putting her hand over her mouth.

"Uhhhh yeah," I said sarcastically, "kind of hard to hide, huh?"

She laughed out loud, looking down at my hard-on, but then she looked in the eyes sympathetically. "Well, that's what you get for having such a big one," she said.

To this I laughed as well. "No," I said, "that's what you get for making it so big."

She put her hand over her mouth in mock surprise. "Oh, did I do that?" she asked, feigning innocence.

"Yeah, you did that," I said quickly, and reached out to pull Jeanie's face to mine, mashing her mouth with my own and kissing her passionately, almost desperately. Our mouths and tongues tangled together in ecstasy, both reveling in how naughty and exhilarating it felt to be young and exulting in our blossoming sexuality.

She spread her leg over my lap and mounted , grinding into but never breaking our kiss. I ran my hands up the backs of her legs onto her ass and squeezed, loving the feel of her bare skin and dying to see how pretty she looked in her little thong.

I broke our kiss and kissed my way down her chin to her neck, nuzzling into her ear and giving her little licks to turn her on. Jeanie ground her hips into as I ran soft, wet licks around her ear and down to the nape of her neck. I gently squeezed her bare ass, my fingertips nudging against the fabric of the thong between her cheeks.

I slipped my fingers on one hand beneath it and slowly slid down her crack until I found her soft wetness. She moaned into my mouth as my fingertips gently played against her plump folds, her slickness coating my fingers and making want so badly to plunge into her.

She bucked her hips backward into my gently probing fingers and I indulged in what we both wanted. I pulled her earlobe between my teeth, and spread her lower lips apart with my index and ring fingers, leaving my middle finger free to caress gently at her entrance.

"Nnnnnnn, Jim," she moaned, running her hands behind my neck and tangling her fingers in my hair. I released her earlobe and kissed my way down to her chest, sinking my finger slowly into her as I did so. I pushed my nose into the neckline of her dress, nuzzling it out of my way so that I could plant wet licks and kisses on her cleavage.

Gently I began to slide my finger into and out of her warm pussy, eliciting moans and gyrations of her hips with each insertion and withdrawal. I ran my other hand under her dress and up her belly until I reached her breast and cradled it. She then ran her other hand down my front and over my crotch, squeezing my hardening cock.

I groaned into her mouth and hooked my finger inside her. She broke our kiss and sighed, "Ahhhhhhh." She looked deep into my eyes, a devious grin curling on her lips. "You feel what you do to , Jim?"

"Kind of like what you do to , Giana," I growled and thrust up into her hand. She squeezed my cock tighter and pressed her mouth to mine, pushing her tongue inside. We both began bucking our hips into one another, our dry-humping becoming passionate and desperate. I used my hand to yank her bra down and free her breast, claiming it with my mouth and sucking it hard.

She gasped and shrugged her shoulder upward, allowing freer access to her exposed breast. I suckled her taut nipple between my teeth and gently chewed it. Our desire was building again, becoming the raging inferno we shared between us. My finger slid easily in and out of her soaking wet pussy, as she ground against my engorged cock. I licked and sucked her nipple again brazenly then pulled her head down into another kiss. We breathed hard into one another's mouths, gasping in our desperation. After several monts I had to break our kiss.

"Francesca, sweetie," I hissed breathlessly, "we gotta stop. I want you so bad I'm gonna lose it."

"Stop?" she asked sweetly, still panting. "Why, baby?"

"Because you have so turned on and if we can't keep going..."

"Why can't we keep going?" she asked, her eyes searching mine tenderly.

"Well, your parents..." I began, but before I could continue that mischievous grin returned to her lips.

"They're upstairs; they won't hear us if we're quiet..."

"Oh," I said, smiling.

"Yeah, so, I can be quiet if you can," she said, holding my eyes intently with hers.

"I can be quiet," I whispered, raising my eyebrows expectantly.

"Then let's... keep going," she whispered smiling.

"Mmmmmmm," I groaned, pulling her mouth to mine and kissing her deeply. She rocked her hips forward and back, sliding against my finger still inside her. She was so tantalizingly warm and soft, I was longing to feel and taste more of her. All week we'd teased each other and hadn't been able to indulge in fooling around. Now, finally, I could satisfy my lust for her.

I slid my finger gently out of her and she broke our kiss. She looked at expectantly but I just grinned. I began to slide down the couch beneath her, escaping down between her legs.

"What are you doing, Stillman?" she asked, her voice humming with desire.

"Sothing naughty, ssshhhhh," I whispered, looking up at her as I scooted down between her legs. Once I had slouched down low enough, I lifted the bottom of her dress and put it over my head. I heard her giggle from beneath her dress. There I was greeted with an absolutely breathtaking sight. From beneath the sundress I could see Jeanie's sexy little bra and panties set. They were both yellow with lacy white fringes, made of light cotton, almost perfectly matching the sundress itself. I lifted my face up slightly and kissed her tummy, making a trail of light, little kisses from just above her navel down to the lacy top of her panties.

"Mmmmm, Jim," she moaned lowly, "that is naughty." I snickered and ran my hands up her front, cupping both of her breasts and squeezing her soft, little hills, feeling her nipples pebble into hardness in my palms. I kissed her mound gently through her panties, savoring her musky, feminine scent, my face just inches from her sex. I could feel the little tickle of her hair through her panties against my lips as I kissed her. Slowly I dropped lower until my kisses found her folds, where she had soaked clean through the crotch of her panties, the fabric there a shade darker than the rest, warm and moist against my lips.

I breathed deeply through my nose and drank in the heavy scent of her wetness. Intoxicated, I snaked my tongue out and massaged her folds through her panties, getting my first taste of her sweet womanhood. And god, how I'd craved it. My head swooned as I ran long, soft licks against the now saturated fabric, hearing Jeanie moan above . "You tease," she whispered in a hiss.

Hearing that, I let myself slide all the way down beneath her and off the couch. I crouched down under her dress and ca up on the other side of her, her back facing . She turned and looked back at , still bent over the couch, her mouth hanging agape. "Tease, am I?" I asked her.

"Mm hmm," she humd, "a naughty, naughty tease."

"Well," I whispered haughtily, running my hands slowly and seductively up the backs of her legs, "then I guess it's about ti to stop teasing you, isn't it?"

"I'd be just fine with that," she said, closing her eyes as my hands dragged the hem of her dress upward to reveal her nakedness to . Her ass looked absolutely precious with the thong riding invitingly between her cheeks. I knelt down behind her and placed warm, wet kisses and licks on both of her soft, round cheeks, enjoying how smooth and tender her ample flesh was. I ran my hands up the sides of her hips and took the waistband of her thong in my fingers. Slowly I pulled it downward, slipping it out from between her cheeks, and guiding it down the backs of her legs over her feet.

"God damn, you turn on, Jim," she sighed in a husky whisper.

"Do I?" I asked.

"Holy shit, yes," she hissed, looking back at . I smiled and humd my approval, as I slowly leaned back in and placed a soft kiss on her ass cheek. Ever so slowly I kissed my way over and downward to where her pussy lay bare and open before .

"Not as much as you turn on," I whispered, placing a soft, wet kiss on her pussy lips. She whimpered and bowed her head against the back cushion of the couch, spreading her legs wider to open her sex for . I responded with a long, flat lick up the center of her lips, separating her and lapping up her nectar. She tasted simultaneously salty and sweet, her essence both floral and animal. It intoxicated and I laid into her vigorously, licking and pawing away at her sex with wanton abandon.

I used my thumbs to hold her folds open as I ran long, hard licks over her pussy, from her clit to her ass. She moaned throatily into the couch cushion, encouraging to give her more. I pressed my palms against her ass cheeks to spread her wide, taking in the tawdry view of her pussy and ass wide open and inviting .

Feeling brazen, I ran a single, light lick over her little brown asshole and waited for her reaction. Her hole puckered a little and her body stiffened. I waited to see if she wanted to stop but she moaned approvingly as a sign she enjoyed it.

Again I licked her hole with just the tip of my tongue and again she moaned. Encouraged, and absolutely drunk with desire, I descended on her, ravishing her most secret place. I ran circular licks around her asshole, feeling the little wiry hairs there drag against my tongue. I licked her in circles over and over until I heard her long, growling moan, barely stifled by the back of the couch.

"Nnnnnnn," she groaned, lifting her head up from the cushion and turning backward to look at . "What are you doing to , Stillman?" she asked.

"Stop?" I asked, craning my neck around her ass to look at her.

She reached her hand behind her and grabbed the back of my head. "Don't... fucking... stop," she growled and pulled my head back into her. I obliged, burying my face back into her ass and pressing my tongue firmly against her asshole. I pushed into her tight muscle and gently massaged. I ran lick after lick over her, slowly feeling her body relax as she let go of her inhibition and succumbed to the pleasure of having her ass licked.

She had so turned on I abandoned all thought and laid into her with all of my ecstasy. I groaned into her ass, both reveling in the dirtiness of the situation and loving the intimacy of knowing Jeanie like this. She was so tight and my tongue worked lovingly against her soft, taut little rosebud, gently massaging it. As I pushed a little harder, I felt her open up just a bit and the tip of my tongue worked just inside her hole, swirling in a circle and teasing her, feeling how firmly it gripped against .

The mont overwheld . Jeanie groaned my na. "Fuuuuuck, Jim," she moaned, "that feels so fucking good." I continued to work her with my tongue, feeling rivulets of my drool running down my chin and into her pussy. Finally, after several more wet, perverted licks, I backed my tongue and face out of her ass and looked down to enjoy my handiwork.

She was soaking wet and dripping, her pussy and ass saturated from my ministrations. She lifted her head up from the cushions and looked back at . "That was a first," she said, her voice humming with ecstasy.

"Was it ok?" I asked.

"It was insane," she said, "I can't fucking believe how good it felt. You make feel so good, Jim, everything you do. Everything is just..." She paused, looking back into my eyes.

"What, sweetie?" I asked.

"Amazing," she whispered, smiling sweetly.

"Jeanie," I whispered back, "you amaze . All this ti I've known you, but it's like I've never really known you at all. Not until now." As I said this I stood up behind her, and began unbuttoning my pants. Her eyes widened as I tugged open the zipper and spread them apart, the bulge of my raging erection popping out, obvious as it strained against the confines of my boxer briefs.

"Oh Jim," she whispered, her eyes intent on my hard-on. I stepped slowly behind her, holding her eyes with mine, and nestled the tip of my cock against her pussy. She grabbed hold of the couch cushion with both hands, still craning her neck back to watch , her eyes coaxing forward. I took my cock in my hand and gently rubbed it between her lips, feeling the tip get soaking wet with her juices. It was stiff and throbbing, dying to enter her warm softness, and I held it straight and erect at her opening. Her hands balled into fists on the cushions and she moaned lowly.

"Are you ready for , sweetie?" I whispered, knowing this would only be the second ti I would enter her. I knew she might still be a bit nervous about us doing this, and this position, with her bent over the couch, might be intimidating for her.

My fears were completely allayed though when her mouth curled into an almost defiant sneer and she growled, "God yes, fuck , Jim."

This was all I needed to hear. I leaned my weight forward just slightly and began to enter her. Her pussy gripped tightly around the head of my cock, holding firmly as I slid slowly into her. I groaned an almost painful exhale. It felt so incredibly good to finally be inside her again. To feel her soft, satiny pussy massaging my hardness. It felt like ages had passed since we first made love; I was aching to feel her again.

She moaned as well as I slid inside her. Her wetness allowed entrance, but the tightness of her little pussy clamped down on my cock as I glided into her slowly, inch by inch. Soon I had my entire cock buried inside her. I held it there as we both breathed heavily in unison, taking in the enormity of the mont. Finally we were together again, attached and held together as one, as we'd both longed to be.

I pressed my hips against her ass cheeks and grabbed hold of her hair in my one hand, pulling gently on it to arch her back, allowing the fullest, deepest access into her tight pussy I could get. We both groaned simultaneously. Then I pulled my hips backward gently to let myself slide out of her, all the way to the tip. I held myself there for a single mont, then slowly but firmly sunk back into her as deeply as I could go.

Again we both moaned at the closeness of our lovemaking. I heard pleasure in her voice so I began to gently rock back and forth, sliding in and out of her smoothly. She leaned forward and buried her face into the couch cushion to stifle her moans as I slowly increased the pace and depth of my thrusting.

Soon my hips were slapping lustily against her ass cheeks as the rhythm of our fucking increased in intensity. My balls slapped against her clit and our collisions made a "whump, whump" sound as we rocked against one another repeatedly.

She reached her one hand underneath herself and I felt her fingers swirling against her clit. I found this so sexy, that she was comfortable enough with to seek out her pleasure any way she could. I groaned deeply and increased my rhythm.

"Oh fuck yes," she moaned, turning her head against the cushion to look back at as we fucked. She bucked her hips in ti to my thrusts as we found our perfect pace, both swirling and gyrating in unison.

"You like that, sweetie?" I grunted, never breaking rhythm.

"Uh huh," she groaned, her mouth hanging agape.

"Tell you like it, Giana," I hissed, "tell you like fucking you."

"Nnnnnnn," she groaned, "I love it. I love you fucking , Jim."

I groaned throatily hearing her talk dirty to . I brought my other hand up and grabbed a handful of her bunched-up dress, balling it in my fist. As I tugged it, the top pulled downward and exposed her breasts, her one tit already slipped free of her bra. I let go of her hair and reached my hand beneath her, cupping her breast and gently tugging on her nipple.

Again she buried her face into the couch and groaned. I felt her increase the intensity of her fingers swirling on her clit as I tugged and squeezed at her taut nipple. I increased the depth and intensity of my thrusting until I was pounding into her and driving her against the couch.

She was so incredibly wet and gripping my cock so tightly I could barely contain myself. "You're so wet, Jeanie," I whispered, struggling to keep my voice down.

"You make that way," she whispered back and I moaned, struggling to maintain my composure. I tried to stay quiet but it was intensely difficult. Our fucking had reached a fever pitch and I felt my orgasm building like a runaway train. There could be no holding it back. We had teased one another and craved one another for too long. I was a volcano ready to explode; trying to stifle it would be no use.

I ran my hand back and grabbed hold of her hip, guiding her motions, tuning her to the ideal rhythm to get off. "Oh Jeanie," I moaned, "you feel so good. I'm so fucking close, sweetie."

"Do I, Jim?" she whispered. "Do I feel good?"

"Oh god, yes," I whimpered, "so fucking good."

"Mmmmmm, then cum for , baby," she humd. Hearing her say that turned my world upside down. I felt the onrush of my explosion hurrying upward. I rocked my hips back and forth savagely, slapping into her ass on every thrust, the sound of our fucking echoing off the walls. I thought to myself that we were being too loud; it was too much, surely her parents would hear us. Surely they'd co stomping downstairs to be greeted with the sight of fucking their daughter doggie-style on this couch. But I didn't care. All I cared about was Jeanie's glorious pussy and how good it felt to be inside her, feeling her coax my orgasm from so inexorably.

My body went limp as my cum boiled to the surface. I groaned weakly, "I'm gonna cum, Jeanie, oh fuck, baby, you're gonna make cum..."

"Oh yeah, oh god, cum for , Jim," Jeanie growled, her hand swirling against her clit feverishly. I slumped over her back as my orgasm jetted out of . I felt spurt after spurt shoot from into Jeanie, and as they did, Jeanie's body shook with spasms as her own orgasm overtook her. I held her body close to , my arm across her front pulling her near, as I leaned on her back, letting every drop of my pleasure drain into her.

I felt her body tremble and convulse, not a huge, wracking orgasm, but a release and a shivering embrace of her own pleasure. As I ca into her, I made a vow that I would introduce her to real pleasure. As she grew more and more comfortable with and her own blossoming sexuality, I would show her what real, exploding, energy-sapping, completely satisfying orgasms were. But for tonight I held her close, and I let us cum together, releasing the frustration we felt from not being able to do this for so many days.

And it was wonderful. We breathed together as we both ca down from the high of our mutual orgasms. Finally, after a few minutes, as my cock slowly flagged, I gently slipped it out from her and sat on the couch next to her. Her hair was ssy and hung in her face from constantly burying it in the couch to muffle her moans.

I reached over and brushed it gently out of her face as she curled up against on the couch. I wrapped my arm around her and held her close, our breathing slowing. "Jim?" she whispered.

"Yes?"

"It's so amazing to be with you like this. Do you like it?" she asked.

"Of course," I replied, "sweetie, I love it."

"Do you really?"

"Yes, absolutely," I said.

"It's just that this is my first ti doing this stuff, and it's so good for , it's really incredible, and I just want to know that you feel the sa way. Because I don't know..." I put my finger to her lips to silence her.

"Jeanie, this is incredibly good for ," I said. "Everything we do, everything you do, it's all so good. I love being with you like this. I just love being with you. Every second. Everything we do. So don't worry about pleasing or being happy. I am happy. You make happy in every way. Ok?"

She smiled at and threw herself into my arms. "Thank you, Jim," she whispered sweetly. We held each other for several monts and when we broke the embrace, we both looked down simultaneously, laughing at the fact that my pants were still down and her dress was still pulled up. We both giggled as we put ourselves back together, pulling my pants up and she slipping her panties back on and adjusting her dress.

Once dressed, we cuddled for a while on the couch until her curfew ti rolled around and I had to leave. As she walked to the door we both giggled in muffled whispers about how we'd gotten away with having sex in her family room while her parents slept upstairs. We both felt so giddy and naughty about our escapade, smooching and laughing, trying to stay quiet and not wake her parents.

On her porch, she stood on her tiptoes and kissed long and hard. "Call tomorrow?" she whispered.

"Of course," I whispered back, kissing her again. When we broke the kiss she looked up at intently, and opened her mouth as if to say sothing, then hesitated. "What?" I asked.

"Nothing," she replied, shaking her head. "It's nothing."

"What, sweetie?" I asked again, curious as to what was going on her head.

"It's nothing, Jim, another ti," she replied, and leaned up to kiss one more ti emphatically. After our kiss she stepped back from but still held my hands. "Call tomorrow," she stated.

"I will," I replied, still a bit curious. But I decided to let it go. I stepped away from her and begrudgingly dropped her hands, missing holding her already. I backed down her stairs and waved a final ti back to her as I made my way down her driveway. She blew a final kiss, then disappeared inside her door.

I skipped my way up the block to my house, content and nearly giddy in my affection for Jeanie. She was the perfect girl. Sweet, smart, funny, a pleasure to be around. Yet sexy and even dirty when we were alone fooling around. I couldn't wait to see her again. She made my heart light and happy, and the world was a sunny, dreamy place with her in it. Tony's disapproval was behind us, and the world was bright and full of wondrous opportunities and pleasures.

But I thought again of what she'd ant to say before we kissed goodbye. What was on her mind? I'd find out soon enough, I supposed, but for tonight all that mattered was the love of a beautiful girl and the mory of our incredible sex to lull into a contented, satisfied sleep.