I was very inexperienced with girls, when my American cousin Jacko came to visit. He was about a year older than me, but he was nearly a foot taller, and he seemed much older than just a year.
Although I had a girl-friend, I was still very unsure of myself, sexually, and Stella and I had only ever kissed. I was desperate to get my hands on her little round breasts, but I hadn't the first idea how to go about it and I was terrified that, if I tried, she'd be mortally offended and 'give me up' on the spot – and, even worse, maybe tell her mother, who was a good friend of my mother.
We had been going out together – i.e. going to the cinema twice a week – when Jacko arrived. We only had a small house, so Jacko and I had to share a bedroom and, as soon as we retired on the night he arrived, he asked me about the local girls. He said he had a girlfriend back home, called Cindy, and he said they had been 'making out' for months.
He showed me a picture of her. It was only head and shoulders, but she had long blonde hair and high cheekbones and a very full mouth and, anyway, Jacko quickly filled me in with graphic descriptions of her large breasts, with long, suckable nipples, and her 'cute little ass'. He even described how she had flappy lips on her vagina, and trimmed her pubic hair in the shape of a heart.
He was doing this as we changed for bed and when he pulled his jeans off, it was obvious that he had given himself an erection with all this talk. I was quite embarrassed to see it poking against his undershorts, but he pulled them off without a second thought, and fell back on his bed, stroking it with his hand.
"Man, I could do with having Cindy right here now," he said, his hand sliding up and down his long cock. "Spread naked on this bed – legs wide open! Or leaning over me, her titties brushing against my thighs, and her lovely mouth closing round my cock"
I had a hard-on, too, of course, but I managed to get into my pyjamas and into bed without him noticing it, but I couldn't help touching it once I was under the bedclothes, listening to him talking about what he would do to Cindy if she were here.
Then he asked about my girl-friend and I found myself describing Stella to him. He was still lying naked on top of his bed, and it gave me a funny feeling, seeing him stroke his cock as I talked about Stella.
No sooner had I described her brown eyes and long black hair, than he was asking about the rest of her – her 'tits', her 'ass' and her legs. When he asked about Stella's tits, I was too embarrassed to admit I had never touched them, let alone seen them, and I had to use my powers of imagination – especially when he asked me to describe her nipples!
I obviously did a good job, though, because he closed his eyes and squeezed his cock, hard, with a sigh.
"Man!" he said. "Don't you just love their tits, John? Best thing ever happened to me, the first time I got my hand inside a girl's sweater! How long have you and Stella been making out?"
I took a deep breath, and admitted we weren't actually 'making out', but managed to give the impression the big moment wasn't far off.
"Well," he said, "you'll have to introduce me tomorrow, and then maybe I can meet one of her friends and we'll make up a foursome!"
I agreed, weakly, and more than a little apprehensively, and was relieved when he jumped up, turned out the light, and jumped into bed, still naked.
I tried to settle myself to sleep, ignoring my still-hard prick, but, after only a few seconds, Jacko whispered – "Hey, John! You got a tissue?"
I threw over the box on my bedside table. I had always had some handy, ever since I started masturbating, but I hadn't planned on using them when I was sharing a room. Within a few minutes, though, the sound of rasping breath from Jacko's bed clearly showed that he had no such inhibitions and it wasn't until long after his final deep sigh of satisfaction that I finally drifted off into an uneasy sleep.
The next couple of days reinforced my first impression that Jacko had sex on the brain – well, so did I, really, but he was completely uninhibited about it, at least by my fairly repressed English standards.
Also, it was immediately clear that girls liked him. Even before he opened his mouth and started talking 'American', they noticed his tall, tanned, fair good looks and, once he started chatting them up, their eyelashes started fluttering and their conversation deteriorated into a succession of giggles.
I dreaded him meeting Stella, but it had to happen, and it did, on the Saturday two days after he arrived. Stella had a Saturday job in a supermarket and I always met her in her lunch hour, so we could plan what we would do that night.
I was stuck with Jacko the whole day, and we had been hanging round the shopping mall, talking to every girl who took Jacko's fancy. He was incredibly successful with them, and I could tell that he only had to say the word and virtually all of them would have gone out with him, but he kept it light and moved on swiftly, once he'd got a phone number, or whatever.
But he didn't date any of them and, at last, the moment came when he met Stella. We met in a café, and I was quite pleased when she didn't just ignore me to talk to him all the time, as all the other girls I knew had done. She was friendly, though, and, when Jacko suggested the three of us take a trip to the seaside the next day, she agreed with little hesitation.
I went out with Stella on our regular Saturday date that night. We went to the cinema and she talked quite a lot about Jacko – but not too much. We got a seat in the back row and, though we kissed a lot, I just couldn't summon up the nerve to put my hand on her breast.
When I got home, Jacko couldn't wait to ask me about our date. It was obvious that he really fancied Stella and he wanted me to describe how I had 'felt her up' in the cinema – probably so that he could get a hard-on and have a wank in his bed, thinking about it.
I was frustrated, anyway, and it was probably because of that that I blurted out that I hadn't ever done anything with Stella, apart from kissing. To my surprise, Jacko didn't laugh at me – nor did he seem as surprised as I thought he would be.
Instead, he assured me that he thought Stella was really ready to 'go further' than kissing with me. He said he knew by the way she had looked at me when we were together in the café. Then he said he could probably help – starting the next afternoon. I was dubious, at first, but he went on to describe the first time he had got inside Cindy's bra, and my hormones took over as I imagined my hand sliding confidently over Stella's soft yielding breasts, playing with her erect nipples, and this time, before I passed the tissues to Jacko, I took out a handful for myself ......
The following day, Jacko and I left our house, carrying a bag which held our swimming-trunks, towels and, unknown to our parents, a bottle of sparkling wine and half a dozen tins of lager which Jacko had pinched from the fridge that morning.
We met Stella at the crowded sea-front. She had a bag containing a picnic lunch and a towel. She was wearing denim blue beach shorts and a T-shirt and she said she had her swimsuit on underneath, which was a disappointment to me, as I had been hoping I might get a glimpse of something when she changed into her swimming things.