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CHAPTER TWO

Jessica's aunt, Mildred Whithers, was asleep when they arrived, a small blessing she was indeed grateful for, as Aunt Mildred had a tendency to ramble on for hours, particularly when she had me rare privilege of meeting new people. Jessica helped her boyfriend make up his bed on the sofa and tip-toed upstairs to her bedroom, kissing him affectionately before her departure.

She unfastened the clip at the back of her head and brushed the day's knots and tangles from her thick blonde hair, sitting before the antique vanity mirror on a padded stool. Her thoughts went back to the last time she and Phillip had been together, other than their daytime meetings for job-hunting. They had borrowed a car from a friend of his from school and driven up into the New York upstate hillsides. Her heart nearly missed a beat even now, thinking about me beauty and romance of it all. They had found a gorgeously secluded place for sharing their picnic lunch, and before either of them realized it, their warm kisses had become flaming hot caresses. She remembered Phillip's hand on her breasts; the way she'd offered no resistance as he unfastened her bra, thinking that nothing would be wrong with it, the tender tingle of his fingers on her young nipples, the way he made her gasp for breath and squeal as he played with her breasts there on me grassy hillside beneath a sheltering elm tree. And she recalled also how she'd been so dreamily unconcerned with the reality of it all, blinded by the rapturous music of romance, that she hadn't stopped his hand as it slid up her leg with one smooth, unhesitating movement and went straight under the thin sheerness of her panties to the pink moist lips of her vagina. Even now her mouth went dry at the memory of that moment, at the frightening closeness she had experienced that afternoon, a closeness to losing her virginity she had failed so blindly to see coming. She had been nearly crazy with love for Phillip that day when his fingertips played tenderly with me ragged pink flanges of her pussy, tweaked playfully the tender nerve-filled bud of her clitoris. His fingers had probed deeply into the hot thin vaginal passage up between her slightly parted legs as he had tried to tug her panties down. It seemed now that perhaps it was the chill of the air on her unaccustomedly naked thighs that triggered her response, returned her to normalcy. Phillip had first pleaded, then argued, and finally, demanded that she cooperate, but she had resolutely stood her ground, and in me end, she emerged the winner. He had pouted for awhile, looking for all the world like a five year old who'd been deprived of a toy. Then, he'd finally begun to speak to her again, offering to do anything she liked to make it safe. Use rubbers, pull it out in time, anything… and the rest of their day was far from the spring-like romance it had been before. They had driven back to the city in near silence, speaking only as necessary, and then only in monosyllabic mutterances, her with an uncomfortable wetness between her legs that soaked her panties and threatened to stain through her dress. And Phillip with that bulging hardness under his trousers mat she could see so clearly in the light from the automobile dash gauges.

And now this! How could she reconcile all that with what had just this evening happened? She couldn't pretend she didn't know what Marty Felder wanted of her, that she didn't know the full lurid extent of his proposition. How could she leave her own real love alone on the sofa when tomorrow she would be called on to… Oh God, she just couldn't bear to think about it! It was just more than she could handle tonight… tomorrow would have to take care of itself.

Jessica undressed and slipped between the cool crisp sheets and soon sank into a tossing, fitful sleep.

Jessica's restlessness had kicked the covers off her naked young body as she dreamed a tormented dream of lovemaking, of Phillip's nakedness against hers. And of Marty Felder.

Her door opened gently and squeaked a shrill alarm that seemed a dozen times louder in the quiet of the night. Jessica opened her eyes as Phillip stepped into the room, wearing nothing but his white undershorts.

"Phillip! Have you lost your mind?!" she tried to whisper and shout at the same time.

He came over toward her in the pale moonlight from the open second story window; she could see the bulging mound concealed inside his shorts and knew instantly what was on his mind.

"Phillip," she repeated, "you must be crazy. Aunt Mildred will hear you and throw us both out! You have to leave… now!"

But he came at her and pulled her up into his arms, yanking her nakedness up against his strong body and kissing her furiously, his tongue snaking between her lips hungrily. She felt frightened and strangely excited at the same time, and a kind of emptiness ached in her belly. He pushed forward and she yielded to the powerful pressure, falling back onto the bed beneath his crushing weight. His hand began to rake her body, smoothing over the ripe swell of her bare breasts; his lips found her pink crinkly nipple and he bit into it painfully. She covered her mouth hurriedly to stifle the cry that nearly escaped.

"No, Phillip, no!" she whispered angrily, aware now of the dangerous position she was in.

But his hand roamed caressingly over her body, gently over ribs and belly, stroking the fragrant, sparse fleece of her pubis so that she itched between her legs and squirmed to escape his teasing touch. But his hand soon found her treasures again and pushed aside the soft pink lips of her pussy as his tongue had pushed aside hers. She gasped, nearly choking from the surprised entry, squirming still, but now against his fingers rather than away.

"Oh, Phillip, please," she murmured, breathlessly now, "We can't… we can't."

In an instant, he was out of his shorts and Jessica could feel the huge, hot throbbing of his penis against her hip in the darkness. His ravishing fingers probed deeper and deeper in her tender virginal passage. Her neck arched off the mattress, her teeth gritted, as she managed a weak, rasping, "N-No, Phillip… p-please…"

Phillip took her hand and placed it on his prick; she recoiled at the initial touch. God, it was enormous… she'd never realized they were so huge! His own fingers over hers began a slow massaging motion and when he pulled away, her fingertips continued the gentle caressing movement on their own. As much from curiosity as from passion, Jessica allowed her fingers to drop down to the hairy swollen firmness of his balls, and she stroked them gently, holding their heavy weight in her open palm. Phillip was grinding his teeth noisily and grunting between breaths. She felt the first oozing drop of semen on her thigh as his immense cock rested there; for a moment, she wondered if that might be his ejaculation, but his prick was still as hard and rigid as a young sapling.

"Jessica, darling, please… we've got to, honey, or I'll go crazy!"

"Phillip, we've been through this before. I told you… no, no!"

And even as she mouthed her words, refused him, Jessica knew it wasn't right. Dear God, how can I refuse him? How can I refuse myself?!

She knew she couldn't stop him if he really wanted to; only yelling to Aunt Mildred for help could stop him, and she'd never do that. After all, this wasn't any villainous intruder. This was Phillip!

"Jesus, I've got to have you," he moaned and rolled onto her. She squirmed to get from beneath him, but was not strong enough to lift his weight.

"No, please, no!"

She clenched her thighs tight together snub felt the immensity of his throbbing, lust-inflated cock between them, long and hard in the vise-like grip of her bare legs. In one last effort to ward off his frightening advance, Jessica squeezed her legs even tighter together. It can't be like this! I've got to have time to think!

There was a gasp… Phillip moaned, holding his breath interminably, and suddenly Jessica felt his prick expand and shudder as if alive. He gasped a quick breath, then gasped again and again as Jessica felt the hot sticky flood of his climax splatter over her thighs and drip down between them.

His weight was like a dead man on her as he lay there very still his breath erratic and panting. She stroked his head tenderly, afraid now that his cries might have awakened Aunt Mildred. But there was no sound from down the hall if, indeed, she was awake.

He lay there a very long time, then climbed wearily to his feet, searching for his undershorts in the darkness. She grabbed his arm and pulled him to her face, kissing him warmly. There were no words… and there seethed no need for any.

Jessica closed her eyes as she heard the bedroom dour softly shut. And in a few minutes, she was asleep again, as though he'd never been there nakedly beside her…