Twenty-three year-old Debbie stood fully clothed in front of her mirror and thought, "I want him. I want Jackie. We've dated for three months and he is every inch a gentleman. I like it when he feels me up and French kisses me. I like it when he finger fucks me, and masturbates against me but that's all normal. I want to be fondled and kissed, and I like the way he finger fucks me but I think I want the real thing, now. I want to go all the way with him. He hints he wants more but he doesn't force me or beg. I like the feel of that bulge when he jerks off against me. I think I'll let him come inside me tonight. Maybe, I can hook him.
"He's twenty-five years old. He says he has never gone all the way with a woman. I believe him. He says he's afraid that he'll get me pregnant and he's not in a position to marry me. Well, he has a good job now. It's time someone hooked him and I want it to be me. I want him."
Just last week, Jackie told her that Local Engineering Corporation gave him a forty thousand dollar signing bonus in order to get him to come to work for them. He was to start work the Monday following graduation.
"Jackie's here," Debbie's mother yelled up to her. When Debbie finished descending the stairway, her mother quietly said, "Jackie's in the living room. He's a good catch if you can get him."
After a perfunctory, "Yes, Ma," Debbie thought further, "He's got a good education and a good job. He likes children. What more can a girl want?"
Debbie's mother and father noticed the deep scoop neckline of Debbie's dress. "Man trap," her mother whispered to her father. Father fondly felt the groove in his wife's buttocks as he whispered, "Yup.".
Mother called Debbie aside and advised her to wear a cotton scarf to conceal her cleavage from the public. "It's okay if you motivate Jackie, but you don't want to motivate anyone else," she said
Debbie said nothing. She took a blue cotton scarf from the coat closet and wrapped it strategically around her neck.
Debbie, both her parents, and Jackie exchanged pleasantries before Jackie and Debbie left for the movies.
"Where do you want to go, Deb," Jackie asked.
"Can we go to the drive in," she replied as she removed the scarf. "I just want to relax." She handed the scarf to Jackie.
Jackie admired the scooped neckline that the scarf had concealed. He replied, "It's okay with me." His penis was already growing erect with the thought of what might be.
At the drive in, before the motion pictures even started, Debbie excused herself to go to the restroom. When she returned she handed Jackie a plastic bag and said, "Put my scarf in here and put the bag in the back seat."
"What's in the bag?"
"My bra and panties."
Jackie said nothing. His mind drooled as he thought of Debbie's lush pubic bush, her soft stomach, and her moist pussy.
When Jackie's hand slipped into Debbie's neckline, he didn't even find her nipples before she pulled away and started groping with his belt buckle.
"What are you doing," he asked.
"I'm going to give you a hand job now so I can pay attention to the movie," she chided.
"Oh," was all he could say.
Debbie took a firm grip on his penis, admired its silky soft skin, and pumped slowly. They kissed while she pumped and he fondled her tits. His cum spurted into the air and landed on her dress. The tension came out of him with his cum. His penis went limp, he slouched, and his hand left her breasts.
"You sleep for a while, so I can enjoy the movies," she said. She thought quietly, "I would be offended by his going to sleep after I help him cum but Mom told me that Dad always goes to sleep after he fucks her. I guess Jackie is the same way."
Before the first film ended, one of Jackie's hands was holding one of Debbie's tits. The other was exploring her inner thighs. His fingers were trying to enter her pussy.
"Wait. Wait 'til the picture ends," she said as she removed his hand from under her skirt.
The movie ended, the intermission advertisement illuminated the screen, other car doors opened, and their passengers headed for the refreshment stand. Jackie's hand reached under Debbie's skirt. She quickly pulled it away, again. "Too many people walking around," she said.
