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Riding through the crisp darkness in his Porsche, with the soft soul-music creating the atmosphere, of jubilant intoxication filling her, Nadine was afraid that any minute she would awaken and find that it had all been a dream. She kept looking over at him to reassure herself, wishing that there was no such thing as bucket- seats right at that moment; she would be sitting tight against him then, with her hand on his thigh and her other arm over the back of his seat in the accepted manner.
"Your boyfriend was sore," Jamey said, grinning over at her and interrupting her thoughts. "I thought he was going to lose his cool there for a couple of seconds and come at me."
"Please, Rickie's not my boyfriend," she replied quickly, but trying not to be kiddish about it. She smiled tolerantly. "He's really a nice guy and I do like him, but Lord, Jamey, he's just a... a child."
"He's flip over you, Baby," Jamey said, still grinning.
"It doesn't matter," the exotic young girl said, her dark eyes sparkling with the reflection of dash lights mirrored in them. "Now come on, do we have to talk about him?"
Jamey shrugged. He was trying to play nonchalant, while inside he still seethed from the scathing rebuke this girl's mother had humiliated him with. He'd never forget the scoffing look on her face, nor her deriding jibes. Godamn her! Insult him... put him down, would she? Nurse maid, was it? The bitch! Damn her... she was going to find out that it didn't pay to ridicule Jamey Halo... or accept his love lightly. Shelly Granger could tell her, couldn't she... if she could still talk. He laughed aloud, hardly aware momentarily, that Nadine was beside him.
"What're you laughing at? Me?" Nadine questioned, twisting around in her seat and folding her legs up beneath her so that she was facing him.
"What... ? Oh... no, I was Just thinking of the expression on that Thompson kid's face, Baby," he replied, his smile returning quickly. He looked at her for a long moment. "Hey, you're a real living doll, you know that? No wonder the kid's flip. You drool sex, Baby... actually drool it."
He might have said she was the most beautiful girl in the world, just as he did in her dreams, and she wouldn't have felt anymore elated. Nadine sensed her cheeks flushing pleasantly. God, if she was close enough she probably would've kissed him. She loved him, that's all, just plain loved him! She managed to ask: "Where are we going?"
"To my place. Okay?"
"I-I guess so. Why... why did you come back to the school, Jamey?"
"Why? You mean you haven't figured that out yet?"
"Did... did you go watch Mom dance?"
"Sure. She was great. But you see, Baby, all the time I intended to come back and pick you up," he said, the trace of a sneer contorting his young handsome mouth, even as a certain sensual viciousness gleamed in his eyes. "After all, a guy does like a gal more his own age, Honey... especially one as luscious as you."
Nadine's breath caught in her young throat as he reached over and placed his hand on her leg, smoothing it along the fabric of her slacks, over her inner-thigh... up and down slowly in an affectionate gesture until he nearly brushed that crucial, sensitive place between her legs that no one except herself and Ann Trent had ever touched. Then, he took his hand away and she could still barely breathe from the confused, ecstatic moment of bliss it had brought her.
Oh God, she did love him! She did! And there she was beside him, going to his beautiful house alone with him... She could hardly believe it! What would Mom say? She'd have a conniption and blow her mind... call her some nice little unpleasant names, probably... that's what she'd say. But then, maybe it would be simple jealousy... because she loved him, too. Dear God, why couldn't her mother understand that he was just a boy... and that she was too old for him?
It was all plain to her now. Her mother had tried to seduce him... maybe she had, God forbid... Nadine hoped not... and poor Jamey hadn't been able to shake loose of her clutches, or wanted to hurt her. Maybe that was why Daddy had turned to Shelly Granger... God... she'd never considered that possibility before...
"Well, here we are, Baby," Jamey said, ending her stream of unpleasant thoughts as he cut the motor in the darkness of his drive.
He hopped out and hustled around to open the door. When she stepped to the ground, she walked into his arms that slipped around her waist and drew her close to him. God, she felt so good! She raised her face, let her hands rest on his shoulders and waited almost breathlessly for his first kiss. It came... warm, soft, tender in its pressure almost close-lipped and he held it as his hands smoothed over her back and down to her waist, then back up, while her own arms slid upward around his neck hungrily.
Christ, he thought, what a delicious hot piece she was going to be... but carefully... slowly... nothing to frighten the little fawn. Damn Her firm tits grinding against his chest were rich, unplucked fruit, and her soft belly and thighs enough to make him cum in his shorts. She was not only ripe, but she wanted him, Jamey Halo, and he'd wager his ass that she was a virgin... He almost laughed in her face at that. What in hell else could she be with little punks like Rickie Thompson hanging around?
"Come on," he said, slipping one arm around her waist and leading her toward the house. "I think it's time that you and I got really acquainted, Baby. What'd you think?"
Nadine heard her own uneasy laugh. Truly, she was in heaven, but at the same time, she was almost frightened out of her wits "W- Will you be good?" she managed, surprised that the words had come from her lips.
"What is it they say, Baby? If you can't be good, be careful?" He'd stopped door and drew her into his arms once more. This time, he kissed her with open mouth and she felt his saliva wettened tongue playing at her lips, a chill of excitement she had never before experienced running up her spine. She opened her lips and his tongue slipped between them to touch hers exploringly, wet and warm as it moved about inside her mouth, sending vibrant, trembling sensations racing through every portion of her body. Momentarily, she thought her knees would buckle beneath her, but he held her tight to him, his hands caressing warmly down over her back and waist to the softness of her young firm buttocks, clutching them individually and drawing her pelvis tight against his thighs, until she could actually feel the bulge of his manhood... his penis... pressing tightly into her belly!
Oh God! It was heaven... heaven... heaven! Then, he slowly released her and said: "But most of all... we'll be gentle, Baby... Come on."
He took her hand and moved ahead of her, turning on soft lights as they made their way into the plush living-room. Of course, she knew the house well, had even helped her Mom clean it for him on occasion when they lived on the estate.
"I see the bungalow is lighted," Nadine said, noticing it when they had driven in, and happy, at the moment, for any topic that might help ease the mounting and confused tension within her. "Do you have a new caretaker?"
"Yeah... a young couple... Mike and Leslie Sayer... know them?" he said, walking behind the small bar.
"No, I don't believe so," she answered, following him and leaning onto one of the stools that rested between her and the bar. "Is she pretty?"
Jamey gave her a quick glance, then shrugged. "Didn't notice," he lied. "What can I fix you, Baby?"
"F-Fix me... to drink, you mean?" She laughed nervously. "Wow... I don't know, Jamey I never..."
He leaned over the bar and placed his hand beneath her small, pointed chin, holding it in his palm between thumb and fingers and smiled, his eyes alive with licentious explosions that caused a tiny shudder to pass over her. "It's up to you, Baby," he said, almost in a whisper. "I-I got the impression a few minutes ago that you'd grown up. Was I wrong?"
He held her chin and she looked straight into his eyes, hardly breathing. Well... here it was, she thought; he was challenging her. It was now or never, wasn't it... the culmination of all her dreams.
"I-I'm not much on knowing what to drink, Jamey," she said huskily. "Y-You fix me something."
He grinned, drew her face to him and kissed her lips softly, then, whirled away. "I've got a little something here you'll love, Doll. It's called Pernod... nice sweet taste... goes down easy... gives you a soft little glow after two or three glasses... and it really relaxes you."
"Good. I think I need something like that," she said with finality, determined to prove to him that she was a woman and not a child. She turned away then, and crossed the room to switch on the stereo radio. She found the station they'd had in his car and the soul-music immediately helped lessen the tightness inside her.
Jamey came around the bar and approached her, handing her a glass of yellow milkish liquid, it's appearance surprising her.
"Try it," he said.
She did, feeling a certain wickedness in tasting the first sip, once more surprised at the sweetish, licorice flavor. "Hmmm," she responded. "It's good."
"Thought you'd like it," said Jamey, smiling. "It won't hurt you. Drink it all and I'll make us another."
Momentarily, she hesitated, then, lifted it to her lips, consuming it all in slow, small swallows. "Wow," she exclaimed, laughing and catching her breath as he took her glass. "It does taste good."
"The second one will taste better," he said, going behind the bar once more.
Nadine followed, climbing onto a stool. She watched him pour from the bottle, then add water.
"Jamey... is my mother in love with you?" she asked all of a sudden.
He looked up at her, hesitated, then: "Why do you ask that?"
"Because... she is... I know she is," the beautiful dark-eyed girl replied. "She... she wants you for herself... She'd die if she ever knew I was here with you like this... I'm certain of that."
"What makes you so sure?" he asked, pressing her drink toward her and leaning onto the bar, his somewhat glazed eyes searching hers with new interest.
"Oh God, Jamey, don't you suppose I can see what's been going on?" she said, pretending at sagaciousness. "And... and don't try to tell me that she hasn't tried to seduce you... because I won't believe it."
Jamey couldn't help the slow grin that spread across his lips. He said: "All right, I won't try to tell you anything, Baby. You just tell me."
His making light of it angered her, and she hadn't wanted that at all. She picked up her drink and took down half of the sweet- tasting contents.
Damn him, he was treating me like a child. Well... it was time she showed him that she was any thing but that. She said: "Furthermore, I think that's the reason my father was carrying on with Shelly Granger... and why he's dead right now." Her words struck him with the impact of a bullet of ice. Jamey felt the blood draining from his face. He stared at her, his eyes narrowing. "What the hell are you talking about?" he snapped.
"It's true," Nadine replied, his sudden change of expression frightening her momentarily. "I saw them... my father and your Shelly Granger... naked in the woods one day... making love. They didn't see me, but I watched them for a long time. Jamey, I believe my father knew how Mom felt about you and... and turned to that girl. Later, filled with remorse, he just took his own life... he couldn't go on any longer. And that's what his note said, remember? Can't make it. Nothing to live for. It's too complex... and there's no love."
Jamey swallowed tightly. He drank from his glass, his eyes never leaving her beautiful young face. He had to keep hold of himself. "I think you're letting your imagination run away with you, Doll," he said, his little smile returning.
"Are you trying to tell me that I didn't see them in the woods together?" Nadine asked, her almond-shaped eyes widening, a twinge of anger sparkling in them. "You think I'm blind, too, as well as being a... a stupid little girl?"
"Hey... , " James said, coming around the bar to where she sat. He took her hand and drew her off the stool into his arms. "Who said any thing about you being stupid or little? A girl, yes... and what a girl..." He kissed her then, and she gave herself to him, letting his tongue play at her lips once more... "Man... what a girl," he whispered, "but I wonder if there's any woman in that luscious body of yours?"
Once more, a little tremor of fearful delight surged through Nadine, and too, at the same time, there were new, unexplainable sensations rippling through her as his strong arms held her tight to him and his hot mouth engulfed her own, his tongue plunging between her soft lips, beyond the barrier of her teeth and deep to the point of nearly choking her. She felt his hands cupping her buttocks as the swelling bulge in the front of his trousers pressed into her softly quivering belly. Automatically, she sucked and nibbled at his tongue, the tiny tingles that had suddenly burst into being in her virginal loins, seeming to spur her on.
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