"Jackie, just hear me out!" Stella exclaimed, holding her ground. The ex-wife of Phil Burnside was a headstrong, iron-willed woman, and she fully intended to do exactly what she thought was best for her troubled young daughter. And anyway, the mother consoled herself, it wasn't as if she was trying to get Jackie to do anything. All she wanted to do was get the young girl to listen!
"Okay, Mother," the blonde girl replied sullenly. "But if you're going to try to fix me up with a date again…" She didn't finish the sentence. She didn't have to. Stella knew well enough what the pretty blonde teenager was referring to. It was that ill-fated blind date she had arranged for Jackie last summer.
Gary Starkoff was a football player who had graduated from high school in June, in the same class with Jackie. He'd taken a summer job in his father's stationery store, two doors down from the Double-X Theater, and like every other red-blooded man in the area, he had become immediately infatuated with the magnificently proportioned older woman who sold tickets in the glass booth out front. He'd invent excuses to walk by, and when the stationery store closed at five, he'd come over to talk to Stella between movies. A couple of times, she even gave him tickets to see an especially exciting feature, like the time Candy Knockers came to the stage in person.
Stella had never personally had anything to do with young Gary Starkoff, although Lord knows she would have liked to. He was one of those Eastern European broad-faced, husky types – a strapping big boy with maturely broad shoulders and an endearing, almost innocent smile. His eyes were intense, cadet blue, his hair was sandy blonde-brown, and he lumbered around like a kindly bear.
One night, he had heard Stella answering the phone which was hooked up to the ticket booth, and he had gasped in disbelief when he heard her say into the receiver, "Yes, this is Mrs. Burnside…"
When she hung up, Gary croaked, "A-Are you Jacqueline Burnside's mother?" Around school, Jackie Burnside had a king of prudish, hands-off reputation, and Gary Starkoff couldn't believe that the open, friendly ticket-seller could possibly be related to the standoffish classy chick who had been his classmate. But as he looked again at the dark-haired mother in the glass booth, he recognized the fine proportions, the statuesque beauty, and superb curves of the blonde girl in his high school class. It was incredible.
"Why, yes, Gary, I am!" Stella had replied in a pleased tone. She lost no time in setting up a date for the young man and her daughter, thinking to herself that if any boy could get through to Jackie, charming young Gary Starkoff should be able to!
Gary had decided to take Jackie to a drive-in movie. The blonde teenager knew that her father would have flatly refused, but Stella was absolutely thrilled, and sent them off immediately.
At first, Jackie thought that Gary was polite and thoughtful, but early in the second feature, his hands began to wander sensuously over her firm, youthful curves, pausing suggestively over the large, rounded mounds of her nipple-peaked breasts. Unconsciously, the teenager's tiny pink nipples spiked up hard under Gary's fervent caresses through her tightly fitting sweater, and she shuddered convulsively with the unwanted, unexpected sensation.
"OOooooh…" Jackie moaned over the muffled sound of the movie. Gary had surreptitiously turned the volume down, so they couldn't really make out what was being said, but the hum of the sound track made a pleasant background to conversation for the teenager's encounter. Gary's experienced fingers found the hem-line of the young blonde girl's sweater, easing it up so he could stroke and massage the smooth tanned skin of her flat belly and slender, indented waist. Jackie groaned and squirmed away, knowing in her mind that what the just-graduated high school senior was doing to her was wrong and forbidden. But strangely, her body didn't seem to agree with her mind's conclusions, and she found herself leaning toward the football player's strong-muscled chest while he continued to run his hands over her tingling virginal flesh.
When the dusty-blond boy's face zoomed in close to hers, so close that she could feel the hot rasps of his breath, Jackie could hardly force herself to turn away! Every fiber of her young, inexperienced being was tense and taut with anticipation, and she arched her neck so that her full, ruby red lips were parted sensuously just below Gary's freshly shaved chin, and she didn't even resist when he clamped his hot mouth down over hers. His long, wet tongue shot lewdly between her surprised lips, and his cheeks suctioned voraciously until she thought that her whole mouth would slide right down his throat!
The excited, youthful athlete held the kiss for what seemed like hours and his hands grasped firmly the thin jersey of Jackie's light sweater, yanking it roughly up over her shoulders until it encircled her neck like a bulky, bunched up necklace. His big, roughly calloused hands were at her bra hook immediately, groping frantically to release her full female mounds from the confines of the skimpy white brassiere her mother had bought for her deliberately. It was only then that Jackie's turquoise eyes flew open in dismay, and she jerked against the youth's firm body.
"Mmmm… MMMMPH!" she sputtered into his hotly clasping mouth. "Oh!" she gasped, pushing against him with both hands to free herself from his intense, dangerous grip. "Gary, don't… Oh, God, please I…"
The young football player grinned menacingly as Jackie looked down and saw that her upper torso was almost naked. Her slinky blue sweater was bunched up around her neck and her brassiere was hanging precariously from the heaving fleshy orbs of her lushly ripened breasts, threatening to fall off completely as soon as the last hook was loosened. Instinctively, her small hands flew up to cover her virginal exposure and pull her sweater down, but the sudden movement only served to release the last tiny hook-and-eye of her bra clasp.
"Oooooooh… Ooooo nnnooo," she wailed shamefully, as the filmy garment fell to the car seat, revealing the painfully distended melons of her breasts to the young boy's lustful gaze.
"Jesus Christ!" Gary sputtered. His cock was growing impossibly inside his jeans, and he yanked his fly zipped down desperately when his eyes first caught the sight of Stella Burnside's daughter's firmly mounding breasts. To himself he remarked, I bet they're as big as her old lady's tits! In his comparatively vast experience, the hot-blooded high school football player had seen a lot of girl's tits – and, yes, even some grown woman's adult breasts, too – but never before had he laid eyes on quite so fine a pair as Jackie Burnside's. He released his blood-filled cock from the confines of his pants and began stroking it automatically, skinning back the thick foreskin to expose the shiny, purpling head.
Jackie gasped again when she saw what her companion was doing. She tried to pull her sweater down again, but she was trembling so badly in her apprehension that she succeeded only in half-covering her body, and one heaving breast still protruded lusciously from under the bunched up blue sweater. Her eyes were riveted uncontrollably on the youth's hugely blood-engorged penis, and she recoiled fearfully when he took it in one palm and shook it at her.
"You like my old cock?" Gary rasped lewdly. "You want to taste my head… or would you rather I stuck it up your tight little cunt?"
His obscenely crude words made the innocent young girl wince, but deep inside her belly, she felt a strange lurching of arousal, almost as if her body was responding of its own volition to what the young boy was saying and doing. Aloud, Jackie said nothing – she was speechless in her aroused confusion, but her mind whirled insanely. Oh, God, did Mother know he was going to do this? What did she think I would do? Oh, God! What would Daddy think? I just can't let this happen! I can't… but… but what can I do?
"Come on, baby," the youth prompted her, gaining boldness with his increased arousal. He could feel his whole pelvis beginning to rock with the rhythm of his own masturbating strokes, and the nearness of the beautiful, inaccessible teenaged blonde was almost making him cum. Christ, he had to stick it to her! He longed to tear that short summer skirt off her slender rounded hips and am his throbbing erection right up her pussy, but he knew that it would take too long. His eyes rested on the frightened young girl's mouth, and he hunched his hips up off the car seat as he pulled her shoulders toward him with his free hand. "Oooooh, shit, Jackie! You've just got to suck my cock! My balls are aching like hell!"