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.
Reaching down, she grabbed Mike's hand and pushed it into her crotch. She clamped her thighs around his wrist, grinding his fingers into her still-covered pussy. Then she uncrossed her thighs and slid her ass forward on the seat, twisting her pelvis in a desperate attempt to increase the pressure on her pussy.
He shifted to her other breast, and the hunger in her crotch became greater than ever. She was whining and whimpering so loudly she knew Jan and her brother were going to hear, but she couldn't make herself stop.
She had to have more, much, much more. Mike was fumbling blindly with her shorts, unable to find the zipper and button that held them closed. With frantic, desperate fingers, Cookie located the fastening and opened her shorts. Mike pressed his hand against her panties, wriggled his fingers down into the hot swamp of her pussy, pressed the lace of her panties into her soft, sensitive flesh. There was a hot point of pleasure there, and a hungry, demanding, pulsing hole that needed to be filled.
All Mike was doing was pressing his fingers against her covered pussy and squirming and heaving against her as he sucked and tongued first one nipple and then the other. Cookie knew what she needed, but Mike evidently didn't, or didn't know how to do it. He kept squirming as if he was trying to climb on top of her, which wasn't possible in the cramped back seat, of the car. Also, her shorts were tangled around the tops of her thighs, and that wasn't what she wanted anyway.
Grabbing his hand again, she guided his fingers under the top edge of her panties. She let him worm his fingers down along her bare belly, between her panties and her body, probing toward that hot ball of need between her thighs. His fingers pressed into her pussy, against her soft mons and its faint fuzz of fine blonde curls. One finger poked between her labia, into her hot, slippery slot. Cookie wanted to curl her whole body around that probing finger.
Mike's squirming had pushed one of his big thighs against Cookie's fingers. She slid her hand over his hot pants-covered leg, and found a heavy, hard ridge. She froze, trapped between fear and curiosity. Then, hesitantly, her fingers explored the hot lump, measured it. It was huge and thrummed with life. It was hot, and hard, and demanding. She knew what it was, even though she had never really seen or felt one before! Intrigued, she allowed her palm to appreciate the hot warmth coming from the thick bulge while her hole oozed wetness at the thought of fucking Mike.
She traced the outline slowly, until her fingers hit the zipper of Mike's fly. She stopped. She wanted to find the tab and ease it down. She knew the tower in Mike's pants was struggling to be free, but she was afraid.
Then Mike's finger moved deeper into her dripping slit, sending another explosive wave of pleasure and need ripping through her. Her hips wriggled and squirmed, inviting him to pry still more intimately into her slippery, hot secrets.
Her fear was wiped away by the surge of excitement and pleasure his touch triggered. Impatient need made her find the tab to his fly. She opened it anxiously, then struggled one handed with his belt.
Then his pants were open, and there was nothing between her exploring hand and his swollen cock but his flimsy cotton underpants. They felt wet and sticky where they stretched over the searing tower of meat. His column of hot flesh felt bigger and harder than ever. It thrust up impatiently now that it was freed from his confining pants.
