just as a hound can smell possum. She leaned affectionately against his broad shoulder as he drove, and nuzzled him, and never knew the lascivious thoughts going on behind his mask of gentlemanly manners.
He’d have to take it slow, he knew. Slow and easy so he wouldn’t scare her. First time’s the big time, he realized, having melted many a cherry in his day. The heavy car sped through the twilight toward the rendezvous with young Tamera West’s destiny, but the foursome inside acted as if this was just another normal night, an evening to laugh and joke and cut up…
The house was spacious, built in a Spanish style in one of the newer, more costly tract developments. It sported white stucco, “exposed beams”, and iron railings, with a wide, well-landscaped lawn around it and a rock garden to one side. It was dark, as Eddie had prophesied. Inside, down in the rumpus room, the four teenagers collected on two spacious leather couches which faced a large fireplace, which was at the moment full of cold ash. The room was rustic in decor, with hanging lanterns, rough walls and posters of Spanish bullfights and scenery. In one corner was a tufted leather-front bar, to which Eddie made a bee-line.
“All right, folks,” be said heartily, “name your poison.”
“You got beer?” Jason asked.
“Come to think about it, I believe we’ve got everything except beer. Tell you what, I’ll mix up a little something I call a ’Tarantula’. I call it that because it leaves a furry taste in your mouth the morning after it bites you.”
“What’s in it?” Tamera asked nervously.
“Ohhhh… a little rum, and a little brandy and a little of this and that,” he said, collecting bottles and glasses. “You’ll like it, really. It doesn’t taste like booze at all.”
“I’ll set up the projector,” Jason said, and went to a large closet toward the stairs. The closet was actually a connecting corridor, with another door at the back which opened out into a private den that was strictly for Eddie’s father. Jason rolled out a large projector on a dolly, plugged it in, and then went back into the closet for the can of film and the screen.
“Is this the one?” he called out. “Says ’Dog Instruction’ the label.”
“That’s the baby,” Eddie said. He was passing out drinks to the girls. Tamera tasted her drink, and to her surprise, found it very refreshing! It was smooth, and reminded her of lemon soda more than anything else. She took another drink before she realized what she was doing, and then another…
Eddie sat down on the couch next to Tamera and put one arm around her so that she was close to him, and he let his hand drop down so that it brushed against her breast casually—almost accidentally. “Hey, baby,” he crooned, “I really dig you, you know?” He felt Tamera jump slightly as she heard him, and he squeezed her tighter, pressing his dangling hand once more against her palpitating breast.
Tamera shivered in his embrace, and the alcohol seemed to diffuse through her system. She pressed her thighs tightly together to control a peculiar tickle which was worming its way through the soft sensitive flesh down between her thighs.
Eddie pressed his attack, feeling the tiny, bud-like nipple of her breast harden under the thinness of her brassiere. Tamera knew she was going to have to stop him soon before things got out of control; she squirmed, moving his fingers away without him noticing it, and her short skirt hiked up over her hips, exposing her thighs and the white crotch-band of her panties. She blushed furiously and tried to pull her skirt down again.
Eddie laughed. “Leave it alone, baby, you’ve got nice legs. Don’t hide what’s there, because you got nothing there I don’t know about!”
That brought a shriek of laughter from Nancy and more livid redness from Tamera. The young girl felt hot, but not wanting to let Eddie and the others think she was square, she didn’t move her skirt, but quickly took an extra heavy swallow of her drink. Eddie leaned across, brushing against her body tauntingly, and refilled her glass from the pitcher on the coffee table in front of them.
“Film’s threaded and ready to roll, C.B.,” Jason said, sitting down beside Nancy on the other couch and picking up his glass. “Camera, action!” And he took a thirsty swallow of the waiting drink.
“In a momento,” Eddie said. He slid his hand from around Tamera and stood up, walking over to the bar again and reaching underneath, to a shelf along one side. “Before we begin the festival, let’s make it a little better for all of us.”
He brought up a tin that English cigarettes are often packed in, and brought it around to the others. “Here, each take one,” he offered, opening the tin. Inside were hand-rolled cigarettes of a peculiar brownish texture. Tamera had a sinking suspicion what the odd cigarettes were.
Marijuana!
“Light up,” Eddie went on to say, and pushed the tin in front of Tamera. “Go on, baby, take one,” he urged.
Tamera’s mind was wrought with indecision. She’d heard too many stories and lectures from adults, but she was just as afraid of looking like she was a kid. She glanced at Nancy for support and guidance, and was shocked to see that her girlfriend was already lighting one up, eyes shut, completely oblivious to Tamera’s plight.
“What’s the matter,” Eddie growled, “aren’t you game?”
“I… I never smoked one before,” Tamera blurted. She instantly wished she hadn’t admitted that, for now she really sounded uncool. She wished she hadn’t drunk all that concoction he’d made, for she wasn’t thinking clearly and felt awfully warm, and there was a weight pressing down on her forehead and eyes.
“A little grass never hurt nobody,” Jason scoffed.
“Yeah, don’t worry about a thing,” Nancy said, exhaling.
Don’t worry… She’d said the same thing to her mother only hours earlier, and here she was! Worried!
“Aw, I knew she was a baby all along,” Jason sneered. “Take her home, Eddie, so we can watch the film in enjoyment.” Tamera blanched under the direct punch of his contempt, and rebellious resentment welled up inside her, forcing her to take a cigarette and place it reluctantly between her lips. A child, was she! A baby!
“Let me light it for you,” Eddie said solicitously. “Once you’re high, you’ll feel things you never felt before.” He lit the cigarette, and trembling slightly, Tamera drew in her first drag. She coughed.
“Oh, for God’s sake,” Jason said disgustedly.
“Let her alone,” Nancy said. “She’ll learn. Remember how I was the first time? Tamera, hold the smoke down in your lungs. Try again, and take it slow.”
The second inhalation was easier, and the naive young girl held the sour-sweet smoke down until she thought she’d burst. She exhaled, looked around with a smile of triumph, only to see that the other three were obliviously smoking their own joints. She followed suit, and by the end of her cigarette, she began to float.
“How you feeling now, baby?” Eddie asked as he switched off the lights and flicked on the projector.
“Like I’m on the moon!” Tamera had never felt better in all her life; she was happy and carefree, without a worry in the world. She felt warm and close to everyone here, and she turned her blissful eyes to the screen.
The screen, which Jason set up in front of the fireplace, showed nothing but dancing white images as the first few feet of film rolled through the projector, percipient to the actual movie.
A woman and a bedroom came into focus. The woman was a statuesque brunette, wearing a clinging black gown accentuating her body underneath. She slipped the gown slowly upwards, exposing slim, well-rounded legs, full thighs, and a pair of silken stockings which contrasted with her creamy smooth skin. Then the dress was over her head, and in nothing but her stockings, bra and panties, the woman took the dress and carefully laid it over a chair. Then she bent forward and slowly, tantalizingly, unhooked her bra—Tamera heard a sharp intake of breath from the other couch at this point—and the full beauty of the woman’s firm, proud breasts burst free. They stood high and beautifully formed, their quivering nipples stood out on the luscious half-spheres. Almost naked now, she turned and bent over seductively and with her back to them, she drew the panties down over her curved hips and buttocks, brushing them sensuously against her smooth thighs and calves and then discarding them at her feet.
She stretched languidly and teasingly swung around to face the camera. All her delicious nudity was exposed now, from her high rounded breasts to the soft dark triangle of her cunt below. She lay back on the bed, scissoring her legs open and closed to expose the thin slit of her vagina nestling in the soft dark hair of her pussy, and she twisted her buttocks against the bed as though she were trying to bury herself in it. The camera was at her feet now, catching every detail of her sensual slow build-up into sexual arousal.
Tamera gasped with astonishment, for she had never expected anything like this! Especially to start a film! What could possibly happen next? She gulped nervously from her glass, and as she did so Eddie lit her another
