A tidal wave of unfamiliar sensations raged through Cookie's eighteen-year-old body. Her nipples, tiny little pink buds, ached as they stabbed impatiently into the cups of her bra. Her insides felt all achy and weak and quivery. Between her slender tan thighs her shorts were bunched up in her crotch, making her feel all hot and damp and sticky and hungry and empty and itchy.
Suddenly Mike's mouth was pressing down on hers, and his tongue was wedging into her mouth. Her resistance was changing to acceptance as wave after wave of a thrilling new feeling raged through her maturing body. She had never felt anything like it in her life. She clung to Mike desperately as she was tossed on the storm waves of newly kindled sexual excitement. His hand squeezed her breast through her clothes, and it hurt, but it felt so good, so wonderfully, incredibly good, too.
Percolating dimly through the seething haze, increasing Cookie's building passion, were the sounds from the front seat. She could hear Charlie, groaning softly, steadily. Also, there was a wet sucking noise. Cookie wondered vaguely what Charlie and Jan were doing. Then Mike's fingers were on the top button of her blouse, and her fear surged upward.
"No, Mike," she pleaded weakly, uncertainly. Oh, God, how could she be afraid of anything that felt so incredibly good?
The drive-in's loudspeaker rattled and squawked unintelligibly. On the big screen, in full color, bodies writhed, flesh met flesh in a tight, lewd tangle.
Cookie wasn't watching-she didn't need to-she was living it! Mike was unbuttoning her blouse-he was undressing her! And she wanted him to! She wanted to be free of her suffocating, restricting clothes. She wanted to feel cool air and his hot hands all over her naked breasts.
Only she didn't, either. What if someone came by and shone a flashlight into the car? She'd die with shame if anyone saw her breasts. Charlie had said this was the safest drive-in in town, but what if he was wrong? What if a cop came along and caught her like this with Mike?
She leaned forward enough to let Mike ease a hand between her back and the seat, up under her loose blouse. His other hand was desperately clutching her breast through the thin cotton of her demure bra. She could actually feel the weave of the fabric as he scrubbed it across her burning nipple, could feel the material wrinkling as he squeezed her tender little mound.
When she had brought the bra, it had been a little big. Now it felt too small. The breast that wasn't being tormented by Mike's hand was aching and swollen, demanding some attention for itself.
Burying her face in Mike's shoulder, Cookie clung to him, and dug her fingers into his back. He was having trouble with the hooks of her bra. He was pinching her as he fumbled blindly with the elastic band. She wished he weren't so incredibly clumsy. She didn't know whether to help him or not. She didn't know if he would mind her help, and wasn't sure she could help him-it would be too much like going along with what Was happening. She couldn't do that, could she?
What was happening with Charlie? She could hear him wheezing and panting and grunting. What was Jan Peters doing to him? The wet sucking sound and the soft whimpering from Jan was driving Cookie crazy with curiosity.
Then she felt her bra come loose, felt Mike pushing the cups up off her breasts. Cool air touched her nipples, making them swell and ache and stiffen even more. Mike tried to push her back, but she clung to him, afraid to let him see her still-developing breasts. They weren't at all like the big, full mature boobs they had in magazines. Next to Jan even, Cookie felt positively flat. Of course, Jan was older, but only by a year.
It didn't seem fair for Charlie to pay so much attention to Jan and so little to his own sister. She and Charlie shared the same house, yet he had never paid any attention to her. He had even stopped the horrible tickling that used to drive her crazy. All he did now was pant after Jan-Jan with the big boobs and rotten reputation.
Mike's hand closing on one of her bare breasts blasted Cookie's jealous train of thought out Of her head. His palm felt blazing hot against her swollen tit.
"Lemme see you," he whispered harshly.
"No," Cookie whimpered, clinging to him desperately. "No."
"Come on," Mike said impatiently, pushing at her shoulder, trying to pry her free of him. "I'm touching you, aren't I? So why can't I look at you?"
"I'm-I'm embarrassed."
"Shit! You think I've never seen a bare tit before? I've seen lots of them."
Cookie doubted it. She and Mike had been dating for long enough for her to know this was new territory for him, too. He had probably seen lots of naked women in magazines. But she was willing to bet she was the first girl who had gone this far with him.
"Come on, let me see," Mike pleaded.
The loud noises from the front seat had stopped. Cookie looked up anxiously. She was relieved to see that Charlie was looking at his lap, and that Jan was out of sight. But what was she doing?
"Not so loud, Mike," Cookie said anxiously, not wanting Charlie or Jan to look back and see what was happening.
"Well, come on, then, or I'll really bellow," Mike said ominously.
Reluctantly, Cookie let go of him and pushed away slightly. Her head hanging, her arms pulled forward defensively, her shoulders hunched, she let the light from the movie screen flicker on her naked chest. Between her pose, and her blouse and bra, both unfastened and rumpled, she was exposing nothing at all.
Mike reached out and pushed her blouse aside and raised her bra, and then moved one of her shielding arms out of his way. Her head still hanging, Cookie watched as one of her small mounds was spotlighted by the glow coming through the windshield. Her nipple, a tiny, shy pink bud, was stiff and sharp on the small, creamy mound.
Mike inhaled sharply, admiringly. Encouraged by his response, Cookie lifted her head and pulled her shoulders back. She brushed a strand of her straight blonde hair back behind her ear and looked at Mike defiantly.
His eyes were large and shining with excitement as he studied her bare breasts. He licked his lips. When he reached out to touch her, his fingers shook visibly.
Cookie sucked in her breath in reaction to his admiration, and the hesitant fiery touch of his fingers on her tit. She forced herself to leave her hands in her lap as his fingers brushed and jolted over her nipple. She closed her eyes.
She felt him shifting next to her, but kept her eyes closed. His touch on her breasts became bolder. His fingers pinched and rolled one nipple, making it burn. The hot, wet feeling in her crotch was worse than ever. She squeezed her thighs together, and locked her ankles. She squirmed against the seat, twisting involuntarily under his exploring touch.
Hot breath touched her bare chest. The fingers that had been pinching her nipple suddenly encircled her whole breast. Mike's lips touched her nipple, and flames lashed through her slender body. The fire in her crotch became a conflagration, and roared up through her, making her stomach knot. Without even thinking about it, she curled her arms around Mike's head and pressed his tickly curly red hair against her bare chest. The itch in her crotch was worse than ever.
Mike's fingers touched high on her thigh, on the inside. Cookie unlocked her ankles. Her muscles quivered as the strain on them was released. She let her knees open, feeling her legs shake as she did. That itch in her crotch had to be scratched, somehow. Mike could do it, if he would.
She didn't want him to touch her-down there. But, she had to have him touch her there, she just had to. The itch and fire were too great to ignore. And the way he was sucking on her tit, battering the little bump with his tongue, was making the itch greater and greater and greater. His teeth dug into her breast as he sucked on her nipple. Pain streaked down and added to the hunger in her groin. Whimpering, she let her head roll from side to side as the delicious agony grew and grew and grew.