'You going to see her again?' she asked finally, dreading the answer.
'Sure am.'
'Tramp,' Cookie muttered to the dark window, too softly for Charlie to hear. He asked her another stupid question. She shut him up with a quick, sullen answer.
How could he be such a dope over a girl like Jan? Cookie's jealousy was a seething pool of lava in her guts. She'd split them up, somehow.
CHAPTER III
Jan's head appeared around the door. All Charlie could see was her face.
'Come on in. Hurry up,' she urged in a loud, theatrical whisper.
'Uh, hi,' Charlie stuttered, awkwardly stumbling over the threshold. He caught his balance and turned just as Jan closed the door.
Holy Jesus! His heart slammed to a stop, paused just long enough to make his chest ache and his eyes fog over, then began pounding so hard it bruised his ribs.
She was naked. She was as naked as that night at the drive-in. She stood facing him, her feet apart, her hands on her softly rounded hips. Her conical breasts thrust out at him, her nipples looking like the fuses on an artillery shell. She was all pale skin and black hair, all curves and naked flesh. The patch of hair at her crotch was a jet black trapezoid angling down to between her thighs.
Charlie gulped. His cock rammed out against his pants. It didn't have anywhere near enough room. He felt all weak and hot just looking at Jan's naked body. She wasn't making the slightest effort to hide anything from him. She was as naked as the girls in magazines. Only Jan was alive, was right there in front of him, close enough to touch. His hands itched to run over her naked skin, to press her gorgeous firm breasts and comb through her thick kinky black pubic hair.
'I was taking a sunbath out by the pool,' she announced. 'Come on out. Do you want a soda or anything?'
'Uh, yeah, a cock, uh cola, or something,' he said stupidly. As he followed her, he watched the rolling movement of her firm, round bottom. He studied the play of muscles in her graceful legs, the way her shoulder blades shifted as she swung her arms. She was a graceful symphony of nakedness in motion.
'I've got a cooler of stuff out here,' she explained, leading the way out the kitchen door, out into the blinding sunlight.
Charlie couldn't take his eyes off her as she crossed to the cooler. Her skin looked very white in the harsh glare, and contrasted vividly with her jet black tresses. When she bent over the cooler, her lush ass thrust straight at him. It was one hell of an ass-tight and round, a dark crack between two shining moons, a hint of ebony curls high up between her thighs.
She straightened, and turned, and Charlie was treated to a front view as she came toward him, the sun gleaming on the slopes of her breasts, her thighs scissoring around the black patch of her pussy. Her breasts jiggled delightfully with every step. She started to hand him his drink, and then set it aside instead.
'You're way overdressed,' she observed, tugging his tee shirt up his torso. 'Come on, out of your clothes.'
Cowed, Charlie ducked forward and let her haul his tee shirt off. When she had called and invited him over, he had not expected anything like this! He had some hope, but had squelched it with the thought that her parents would probably be there, wanting to meet him-and to chaperone them.
'Mom and Dad are gone for the day,' she informed him as she unbuckled his belt. 'Won't be back until late tonight. How long can you stay?'
Charlie's voice cracked in a way it hadn't done in years. 'Uh, all afternoon, I guess. Maybe even for dinner, if I call my folks.'
'Great.' Jan tugged his zipper-down, giving his stabbing cock room to straighten out, room to ram urgently against his underpants. 'You know, it's funny, but no matter how hard I try, I just can't get a tan.'
Charlie tried to rally his brains and get back in control of his lust-crazed body. 'Gee, that's too bad. You burn easily, huh?'
'Uh uh,' Jan answered, prying his feet out of his shoes. 'I just stay pale and pink. All over, see?' Having freed his feet from the tangle of his pants and socks, she stood up. She invited his scrutiny, posed for him, deliberately drew attention to her naked body. Her hands on her hips, her shoulders drawn back, she turned slightly and aimed one tit straight at Charlie's naked chest. She twisted slightly from side to side, bringing one breast to bear on him, then the other.
'You get nice and tan, don't you?' she asked.
'Uh, yeah,' Charlie agreed.
'Bet I know one part of you that isn't tan,' she giggled. She reached down and touched his rock-hard phallus through his strained jockey shorts. Her touch tickled and burned at the same time. He could feel an oozing drop of secretion drying coldly on his underpants where they were stretched over the head of his cock.
'Let's see,' she murmured, tugging on the elastic of his shorts, heaving it out over his upthrust shaft. Hot sun burned his cockhead and the pale skin under his pubic bush. She hauled his underpants down and off, then stood up.
'Yep, as pale as a baby,' she observed, gently turning his prick this way and that as if she were really studying it carefully. 'Don't forget your drink,' she added, teasing.
Charlie's mouth was dry. The hand that reached for the cold can shook noticeably. The fizzy soda cut the dust in his mouth and prickled his tongue and throat He chugged half of it down at once.
'We'd better get some sun tan oil on your poor prick before it's like a lobster,' Jan observed.
Charlie's ears were ringing. His eyes fogged as he followed his hostess. He felt clumsy and stupid. His cock swayed and tugged heavily with every step. Cool air touched his balls, high on his thighs, and dried the sweat in the crack of his ass. He had never in his life been so aroused.
'Here we are,' Jan said, picking up a plastic squeeze bottle. Turning, she dribbled cool white cream on the top of his prick, just behind the head. Then he set the bottle aside.
Her fingers closed around his cock, feeling hot and soft and unbelievably exciting. Tenderly, she rubbed the sun tan oil into his phallus, from the rounded, bulbous head, all the way back to his pubic hair. She covered both the top and the incredibly sensitive underside with the thick oily liquid. Charlie was afraid he was going to cum in her hands and spoil everything.
'That's enough,' he said hoarsely.
Releasing his phallus, Jan strolled gracefully over to a wide lounge and stretched out on her stomach. 'You want to oil me down?' she asked.
Charlie thought he was going to die from excitement. Her breasts had squashed out as she lay on them. The rounded swell of her ass was shining in the sunlight.
'God, you're beautiful,' he said, then regretted it. She had been so-so matter-of-fact about the whole scene. He was acting like a stupid, inexperienced jerk.
'Thanks,' she replied. 'Come on and oil me, okay?'
'Uh, yeah, sure,' he agreed, picking up the lotion.
Her skin was soft and cool and flawless under his hands as he smoothed the sun tan oil into her graceful, blemish-free back. The oil left her skin glistening and shiny. He stroked down from her shoulders, down her spine, to the small of her back. Unsure of himself, he stopped there, feeling stupid and cowardly.
Then he goaded himself into dribbling sun tan oil on the cheeks of her ass. When she didn't object, he smoothed it into those soft, yielding globes with both hands, first one buttocks and then the other. They were incredibly soft when she was in this position. He smoothed the oil down into the crack between them, ready to pull back the moment she objected. But she didn't, and he actually got his fingers clear down to the bottom of her crack!
'Mmmmm,' she purred, sliding her legs apart.
Charlie gulped as he worked his hands into her crotch. He touched her twisting curls of black hair, felt the
