As Deej and Carole left the theater after a not-so-good movie, he suggested, "want to get something to eat, baby?"
The petite blond smiled up at him and took his hand, "sure, Deej. Maybe a little something. That popcorn was too salty to eat."
They walked hand in hand the short two blocks to the little hamburger stand, one of the few places open after nine o'clock at night in the small town. Despite their size difference, they made a nice looking couple. She was just shy of being five feet tall, short, wavy, blonde hair, a voluptuous body packed into a very small frame, with large breasts and tiny waist that flared into generous, but not fat, hips and a well rounded behind, all accented by the tight sheath dress she was wearing that night. Her body belied her tender age, but her face looked even younger, her features tiny, except for her full lips, which invited kissing. He was six feet tall with an athlete-lean body, tapering from broad shoulders to a flat stomach and narrow hips, blonde, almost-crew cut hair topping a very handsome face. Anyone seeing the young couple would be struck by their suitability for each other, their clean-cut appearance, and their apparent devotion for each other. The ideal teen couple, many thought.
They ate their small meal as they talked about the movie they had seen, in general just making small talk. When they had finished eating, they stood for a moment on the edge of the sidewalk, looking about at the darkened stores, observing the infrequent passing of cars, before Deej asked, "want to walk around some?"
Carole nodded, "Mm-hmm. That would be nice. I'm tired of sitting."
They often walked around the downtown area at night, window shopping, talking, making plans for the future. There wasn't much else to do in the Fort Lauderdale of the 1960s. You either went to a movie, watched television, or went somewhere to make out. Needless to say, the third choice is what Deej and Carole usually ended up doing on their date nights, and Deej planned for this night to be no different.
They ended up on the next street over from the main drag and had stopped to look in a jewelry store window at the corner at Carole's insistence. She wanted to look at the wedding ring sets on display and Deej didn't object. Although there was a car parked at the corner next to the store, the streets were otherwise deserted, and Deej saw it as opportunity to feel Carole, something she usually accepted willingly.
Deej had his right arm draped across Carole's tanned shoulders as she looked and pointed at the different rings wistfully. Agreeing with her each time she exclaimed how beautiful a particular set was, Deej had begun to rub the exposed skin of her upper chest, feeling the warmth of the crevice her large breasts formed at their meeting. Wanting to feel her nipples, Deej suddenly dipped his hand inside the top of her dress and pushed it inside her bra, cupping her right breast in his palm.
Carole's reaction was quick and one of shock as she grabbed Deej's wrist and pulled his hand out of her dress, exclaiming, "Deej! There's a man sitting in that car!"
Deej looked over at the car, but from his angle couldn't see anyone inside the darkened interior. He argued with the visibly annoyed girl, "Naw, there isn't. There's no one there." Certain he was correct and she was not, Deej dropped his hand to her firm behind and cupped one cheek, giving it a squeeze.
Carole slapped at his hand behind her. "Deej! Don't! There is someone there!"
Still unbelieving, Deej then reached around in front of her, his arm circling her waist, and reached to her crotch playfully. "Don't be silly, baby. Besides, what difference would it make if there was someone there? It wouldn't be the first time a man has seen you felt up."
Again, Carole slapped his arm, then grabbing it firmly with her two little hands pulled it away from where Deej was desperately trying to feel her pubic area. "You're wrong, Deej. There is someone there, and he's OLD." Her accent on 'old' would have amused Deej if it hadn't been for her refusal to do as he wanted with her. She had never been like this before, but always eager to do anything he wanted, any time, and he was both angered and confused by her actions.
Deej completely withdrew his arm from around the grim-faced girl and turned from the window, speaking over his shoulder as he walked to the curb, "Okay, then, let's go. I've seen enough." His tone was gruff as he meant it to be, wanting her to know of his displeasure while hoping she would relent. Either Carole didn't interpret his tone of voice as he intended, or she wasn't going to yield to his demands this time, as she wordlessly stepped to his side and walked with him across the street, heading back in the direction of the theater where Deej's car was parked.
Neither said a word for the entire four blocks back to the parking lot beside the theater. Deej was wrapped up in his thoughts of anger, then of planning his revenge on the reticent girl beside him. Carole had begun to realize that her boyfriend was angry and didn't know what to say, so she walked silently. She didn't know how to make amends and it was beginning to gnaw at her as they neared the car. All she knew was that she couldn't stand it if Deej broke up with her. He was the only boy she had ever loved, even kissed, and she felt her life would end if he left her.
When they reached the car, Deej held the door open for Carole, still not speaking, then went around the car and got in the driver's seat. Carole sat there silently, looking down at her clasped hands, wondering if Deej was going to break up with her, her mind racing for a means to keep that from happening. Then, as if nothing had happened, Deej put his arm around her shoulders and drew her to him, tilting his head to kiss her, his lips first lightly brushing her full, unpainted lips, followed by his tongue lightly probing, then opening her warm mouth as Carole responded, her heart seeming to jump with joy that this perfect boy would still want her to be his girlfriend.
The passion in their kiss deepened as their tongues danced together, then began to spread to both their bodies, the rapidly increasing breath from both caressing each other's cheeks warmly. As he felt Carole's eager response, Deej used his left hand to gently massage her breasts through her dress, his touch increasing the young girl's passion dramatically. Deej used his right hand to stealthily unhook the snap at the back of her dress, then began to work the wide straps off of each shoulder to the middle of her upper arms. Pulling the now-willing girl slightly forward, Deej reached inside the open back of her dress and fumbled with the hooks in her bra, mentally cursing the design of the two metal hooks he had to undo before the bra would loosen. After several tries, Deej finally achieved his goal as he felt the elastic in her bra pull the strap apart in his hand, freeing her breasts from the tight restraint of the cotton material.
Deej's left hand immediately moved inside the drooping top of Carole's dress and pulled the unhooked bra off of her mounds of flesh, tucking it under her chin. His hand then pushed the material at the front of her dress down until it rested under the creamy white globes, both breasts now pointing forward, the youthful flesh non-sagging and firm. Deej's fingers moved to the nipple on one breast and began to lightly roll it between his thumb and forefinger, feeling the soft, wrinkled skin grow outward with his manipulations, becoming hard and erasing the wrinkles. Deej broke off the lengthy, breathless kiss and bent his head to Carole's exposed breasts, taking the nipple he had been massaging into his warm mouth, his tongue flicking the distended, sensitive flesh, pausing briefly to nip at it with his front teeth, then sucking on the nipple like a newborn baby, gradually enveloping the darker pink skin surrounding the nipple with his mouth. He heard and felt Carole's breathing increase as he sucked on her tit, her breasts heaving as the passion overcame her. Deej moved his left hand to the hem of Carole's dress and pulled it upward, having to pull the tight material first up one leg and then the other, until it rested at her rounded hips, revealing the crotch of her white panties, starkly contrasted against the deep tan of her thighs.
Deej rested his hand on the middle of the now bare thigh and Carole's legs immediately parted invitingly. He returned his mouth to hers, resuming their feverish kissing, as he moved his hand up and down the inside of her thigh, marveling at the smoothness of her skin as though it was a new discovery. He brought his fingers up to the crotch of her panties and was pleased to find that her passion had dampened the double layer of cotton, further betraying her desire. Deej's middle finger lightly probed against the cloth, making it sink into the hot, wet folds of skin beneath and causing Carole's breathing to increase even more, the fingers of one hand digging into his shoulder as she felt the now-familiar touch.
The probing hand moved up Carole's flat belly to the waistband of her panties and began to work them downward, stretching the elastic to near-breaking, until they were just a roll of material encircling her curvy hips, exposing a curly triangle of hair slightly darker than on her head beneath her white belly. Using both hands, Deej pulled the rolled up panties down to Carole's knees, then, lifting first one leg and then the other, pulled the undies over her shoes and dropped them on the floorboard. His hand returned to her now-naked crotch, first cupping the warmth in his hand, then teasingly running his fingers through the silky hairs and lightly down the swelling lips, causing the heated girl's body to twitch slightly and her legs open wider with her pent-up desire. After a couple of minutes of Deej's torturous stroking of Carole's palpitating pussy lips, Deej let his finger enter the juice-filled lips, stroking the hidden entrance to her body, letting his finger lightly, agonizingly, brush the erect clit above the entrance, making the muscles in Carole's firm thighs involuntarily tighten and loosen with each touch. It seemed like an eternity to her before Deej let his finger slide into the small opening to her pussy, and when she felt the finger sink into her hot insides, Carole raised her hips to meet the probing digit, eager for the sensations she had come to love since the first time Deej had shown her the pleasures of his touch.
Just as quickly as Deej had begun his seduction of her willing body, he stopped, removing his hand from her very hot and wet pussy, and straightened in his seat as he suggested, "Let's go somewhere."
