Babs is growing up.
written by:
Jeanie

According to my mother, I was the fortunate recipient of the best of the family gene pool. By the time I was a senior in high school, I was getting my name out there in the modeling world. Local gigs through an agency came easy, mostly booth work at conventions and print work in free newspaper media, and one Sears catalog shoot in the women's underwear section.

I received some grief at school for the Sears photos, but not as much as I expected. The girls in my class were more envious than anything, and who knows what the boys had to say. I had had it with those guys, I couldn't wait to graduate.

My first boyfriend had bragged to his buddies about things that were true, but private. Then he had also lied to them about his sexual prowess with me in the backseat of his mother's Subaru. Word had spread fast but I wasn't looking for that type of attention. The second and third boyfriends weren't much better.

The man who actually seduced me had wined me and dined me over on South Beach, the mecca of modeling in this part of the world, talking big about the jobs he could get me, specifically a plum photo shoot which involved the new State of Florida tourist brochure. The wine I had had gave him cool, and he was smooth and dressed very nice. He took me upstairs to his Art Deco hotel room to explain. Twenty minutes later I was taking the down elevator feeling really stupid and ashamed.

I had lost my virginity in record time while moments later the stooge was near asleep in his bed. I shook him and asked him about the business we needed to talk about. "Don't call us, we'll call you", he said as he rolled away from me. I sat there naked on the side of the bed, sick to my stomach but ready to kill. I grabbed the man's phone off the end table and called my best friend. Lucy always told it like it was. She also had a boyfriend a foot shorter than she. I had to confess to someone what I had done and she was the only one I would ever share that kind of private info with.

"I told you, that is a nasty business. Why don't you listen to me? ...Here's what you do. Order room service and have them bring two bottles of the most expensive champagne they have, like hundreds of dollars apiece. We can get shitfaced on it later. Order some food along with it so that when the tray comes with a knife, you can cut his balls off, too."

She could always make me laugh, no matter how bummed out I might be. Fortunately, she did have another more toned down idea about the man's phone, it's camera, and emailing a certain shot of his face. I arranged it that the con man was recognizable with his open, snoring mouth, framing him using just my boobs as a pillow before I snapped the image. I then sent the snapshot to his Contact List, caption reading, "This man is a very lousy lay, yours truly." ...He never called me back.

I had been somewhat deceptive to my mother regarding my whereabouts that evening. South Beach was always busy and I stopped in a sidewalk cafe for a Coke while I rubbed off my eye makeup. If you are a female in the modeling industry, South Beach will not raise your spirits. Every girl was "on" as she strolled by on her way from one club to the other, and each was more gorgeous than the last. The competition was fierce and I had to face it. My boobs were almost too big. I went home humbled and weary.

Mom had been dating a guy from a northern suburb of the city and she gave the news to me one evening that they were thinking about getting married. He was nice, I suppose, but I sure wasn't interested in this new turn of events. Mom and I were getting along just fine. Mom had inherited the family home back when I was in grammer school and we were both more than comfortable. My first question had been,"We aren't moving, are we?"

She said, "Ben and I have been talking it over and he is going to sell his house and move in here. Jesse, his young friend, was born in Russia and adopted by some real lowlife Americans. Ben's sister volunteered at an orphanage back then and Jesse was brought to them when the couple split up. She called Ben and Jesse has been supporting him through school ever since. Isn't that sweet? Jesse is now going to the University of Miami and by them living here, it will save us a bundle of money if he stays out of the dorms. He's going to have the pool house."

I threw a small tantrum at that. "No, no. You know I've always wanted to live out there. Who the hell is he to come in here and take what he wants?" I was non-communicative for a week to show my displeasure.

I had met Jesse a couple of times. The adults would have special occasion dinners at the small country club nearby but I knew what they were about. They wanted us to get to know each other, as in blending.

Jesse was tolerant, I'll give him that. My answers to his questions were all single syllable throughout these get-togethers. He handled it by exaggerating how much he was interested in every word I had to say. When the meal was over, he would usually split off to go out with his friends as we exited the club, but not before he would pinch my cheek real hard and taunt me, "You are just the cutest little thing. Damn, am I lucky to get you for a friend." Ben would usually scold him but Jesse would laugh in his cocky way as he gave mom a peck and waved goodbye to the rest of us. I pretty much hated him.

Ben decided to keep the lake cabin he owned because it was a great family place for all of us to enjoy. We met there for a weekend and I was pleasantly surprised. There were two sleek craft in the boathouse and the ‘cabin' was a couple bedrooms larger than our home back in Coral Gables. There was even a pool. Mom was very familiar with the cabin, which led me to believe that maybe there had been a few trysts up here. Those business trips she took? Hmmm.

Jesse was swimming laps in the pool, basically ignoring me. Once I had told him that I wasn't interested in attending college, he pretty much lost interest in me. He assumed I was dull, I know that's what it was. I climbed in the pool and swam around for awhile but he still didn't respond to me. Back and forth, back and forth. I reached out and hooked his suit with my finger as he motored by and it slid down to bare his white butt. "What the hell?", he said.

I couldn't stop laughing, I hadn't meant to do that. He dunked me a couple times and we wrestled. The guy was strong as an ox. We wrestled some more and that's when my top came off. I didn't realize it until he snatched it out of the water. He held the bikini top high as I climbed all over him in my attempts to reach it. He then threw the skimpy material out and onto the deck but still held me around the waist.

"Can I give you some advice as housemates? I don't want to offend you."

"Yeah, I suppose." He was staring me in the eye. I wondered if he was going to kiss me. My nipples were hard on his chest and I enjoyed the warmth of him.

"You cannot be embarrassed by what I say."

"You mean more than I am now with my top off?"

He looked down at my chest and said, "How old are you, eighteen, nineteen?"

"I'll be nineteen this summer."

"Your body is okay. You have full boobs. But you are the best you are going to be unless you start working out. You need to firm up your core or you'll get real soft and pudgy. I can show you what to do." He touched my upper breast. "These muscles up here will start to loosen soon because of gravity. You have to get on it." He toyed with my chest for a moment, touching my nipples and losing concentration. Then he looked me in the eyes again. "That was dumb, wasn't it?", he said. He gently let me go.

"The other thing is this old house is a bit crooked. When you want privacy, you have to lock the door. They will pop open sometimes by themselves. You were lucky today, they went into town."

My eyes bulged. "Did you look into my room?"

"Just for a sec. Cute tush. Now we are even." He began swimming laps again.

Somehow, I wasn't that mortified. When I played with myself, I liked to let my fingers do the walking while on my belly with my posterior elevated. This morning, I had done it five feet from the bedroom door. He had gotten a real eye full, and I had no secrets left. I remembered finding the door ajar but had disregarded it. How long did he watch? I climbed the steps out of the pool and walked over to pick up my top. Jesse was doing his thing, paying no attention to me whatsoever.

The next few weeks were busy ones. Ben's house sold faster than expected so he and Jesse had moved in with mom and I. And I was becoming a little more interested in the wedding plans. We didn't see much of Jesse, though. He had a near full time job after school each day but weekends he was able to take a breather.

One afternoon after a shower, I stretched out on my bed to have a little private time after the gym. I hated the performing the exercise, but it made me feel sexy, too. And it made me proud that I had been accepted at the University and couldn't wait to drop that on the family. There was a porn movie showing on the computer, and I began to relax myself with both my index fingers before getting serious. But there was something under my pillow and I pulled out a package. It was gift wrapped with a card and the thought made me smile. Who found out? It was Jesse's handwriting that said, "To the girl who never locks her door. That was the second time, playgirl."

I quickly tore the festive paper. He had seen me again. It had to be yesterday when I could have sworn that I left the door open when no one was home. But when I had gone to leave the room, the door was closed. That shithead.

The gift was unrecognizable at first. Then I got it. It was a plastic dildo. I jumped up and looked out the window. Jesse was doing laps. I needed to have a word or two with that boy. I threw on a t-shirt and shorts and then ran down the steps and out to the pool. He was inside by that time. I barged right in and I could hear him in the shower. The bed was always made, he was so tidy. I sat on it and couldn't wait to return his ugly gift.

When he came out of the bathroom, he had a towel in his hands, rubbing his hair, and not another stitch on him. "Hey, Babs. You might turn your head. I don't want you to get all flustered."

Wouldn't you know, his body was beautiful. I turned away but only for a moment. I watched him put on a robe. "I didn't like your sick little joke. It's not nice to spy."

"The dildo is a joke, and you need to lighten up. Secondly, they are fun to use and you might enjoy it. My goodness, you must play with yourself as much as I do. Each time I pass by your room, you are whacking off."

"It's still not funny, and this thing doesn't work, anyway."

He approached me and picked up the offending instrument. "Batteries, braintrust. The girl in the shop said she had one just like it and that it was her best friend." After inserting the power cells, the dildo came to life when he tried it. It was so weird looking, I laughed as it wiggled.

He held it high for a moment, and then he attacked me with it, going for the ribs. I screamed and screamed as he teased me and we rolled around on the bed laughing till we cried. His robe came open and he threw it to the side. He pulled my t-shirt over my head. Then he unbuttoned my shorts and peeled them off. "No underwear. Naughty girl. Okay, now I'm going to show you how this thing works." He jerked my legs around to where I was on my back and he was sitting on his heels between them. I was spread wide for him and at a loss as to how to react.

"Not bad", he teased. When he saw the expression on my face, he laughed. Leaning down to his elbows, he ran his nose along my cheek. He whispered, "This is going to be really fun for you so I want you to relax. Don't worry about anything, just let your body go with it. Those high school guys you have been hanging out with are just interested in being inside you and getting their rocks off. This is how it should really be. ...When you come, I want you to yell, BLAST OFF."

I laughed and began to relax. He raised up again. He pushed his penis down to where it rubbed my sex. He was going to put it inside me. But I was wrong. He gently slid it up and down my lower lips, moving it side to side to get my clitoris involved. He really knew what he was doing. I could feel my heat growing. He leaned forward to fondle my breasts, all the time dragging himself back and forth across me. Then he leaned in again to suckle me. It was so nice. He whispered, "I'm going to use my mouth on you. You are awfully cute down there. I can't wait to taste you and get you really wet. It's okay to come, too, because you are going to be doing a lot of that."

Jesse put his arms under my legs and lifted most of me off the bed effortlessly. With his knees sliding more forward, I was looking upward as he gave me an initial kiss right dead center. This was nothing like the porn I had seen. He moaned and mouthed me as if my body was a succulent. He said, "When a guy talks, he's usually full of bullshit. But when he goes down on you, he really lets you know how he feels."

I loved the moaning noises as he slowly rolled his face into me. Tiny flashes shot through my brain, coming in bunches and then slowing down, but they would return again in a flurry as I moved my hips into that wonderful tongue. He had me running like a faucet when he finally put me down. I had to catch my breath. What had he meant? I couldn't concentrate. I looked at the clock, had we really been here thirty minutes?

My lover widened my legs all the way and gave me a thousand little kisses down there, and then lapped me up. My legs were shaking badly when his tongue entered me and I yelled, "BLAST OFF!." I held his head to me as the aftershocks had me shivering. He didn't slow his tongue until I eased him away. I relaxed and splayed out my arms and legs. "Sex is fucking great!", I said. Immediately he was sliding into me.

The buzzing of the dildo gadget filled the room. He placed the unit between us and slowly moved his hips to force it against me. The strong vibration caused me to flail my arms. I couldn't get away from him. This orgasm caught me by surprise and I forgot what to say. Jesse eased off and I relaxed, and then he leaned into me again. I yelled something this time.

A phone alarm filled the room. "Damn it", he said. "I have to go to work. We just started, too. Crap." He threw the dildo aside and pushed my knees forward. He slammed into me a few times in frustration, holding me tight, wagging inside me from side to side, then grabbing at my flopping breasts for awhile before slowly removing himself. He leaned down to kiss me. He was very sweet and warm. He slid his penis along my belly. His face was contorted and he was mumbling.

I teased, "Does Jesse the Red have a crush on me? I believe he does. He kept calling me ‘Sweetheart'. Imagine that."

He was being shaky. He said, "I want to come so bad. I think I'll die if I don't. ...Tomorrow, Ben and your mother are going boating with friends in the afternoon. You and I are going to resume our lessons at that time. Four hours ought to do it. By the way, get rid of that crappy porn you're looking at. 95% of women give bad head because they see bad porn. I have a disk of a woman who has got it down. Learn from it. Men will be putty in your hands. ...And no more jerking off. That's my job."

He was out of breath and squirming around, rubbing his manhood across me. His eyes were glassy as he tried to keep himself under control. He kissed my lips as through he were down below. My belly was on fire. I found that I was suddenly very confident, even when covering this new ground. I grabbed ahold and using his cock to stabilize things, I slid myself under him a ways. I was now rubbing him on my breasts. He was getting antsy and I slid further under him. By tugging on his penis, I was able to pull his balls down to my face. I nearly swooned as I rolled my face under him, using my tongue to manipulate his sack. He was watching me with a semiconscious expression. "You're not leaving until you come", I said.

I squashed the head of him onto my lips and his skin felt hot. I rubbed it back and forth with pressure until he began whimpering. A smile came to my face, I owned him now. I pulled gently on his hips, then opened my mouth to allow him in. ...As I tasted him, my toes curled.