It was late in the summer of '85, Jen was twenty-one now. She was young, free, and single when they crossed each other's paths at the family reunion. It was the first one she had been in about ten years.
Her family drove about eight hours to get to a small town at the outskirts of Atlanta, Georgia, just over the state line. Coming from the coastal area of Mississippi, she was not used to the territory; it all looked about the same, boring!
Some of the other distant family members had already arrived at the hotel , and that evening they were all meeting for dinner at a local restaurant. She rolled her eyes, not wanting to join them, but knowing all the same that she had to, because it was family, and what else was she going to eat!
It turned out to be pleasant, for the most part. The food was good, and she saw a few of her cousins that she hadn't seen in years. All of the girls huddled around a table by themselves and talked girl talk, boys and sex.
Jen did not feel the need to talk about her former boyfriend, as he had broken up with her when his family moved back to Chicago, and she didn't feel that she knew any of these girls well enough to discuss her deepest feelings about him, unlike the way they outwardly talked about their boyfriends and their formers. When asked, she told them that she had been with out one for quite a long time, because other things had kept her time occupied.
"Oh, I can only guess!" one of them sneered. She smiled and shook her head thinking Amy was such a bitch, and was not impressed by their hen cackling.
"If this is what y'all do when you get together... I prefer to be alone. My friends back home don't trash anyone like this."
She got up and left the table, going outside to get some fresh air and away from the stale chatter of the others. She was propped against the outside wall, just beyond the door when a voice came to her.
"Hey, I saw you inside, and wanted to introduce myself, but didn't get a chance." he walked up to her, hoping she wouldn't ignore him. She looked at him, smiled, and looked back across the field just beyond the parking lot. "Well, I'm Anthony." He leaned against the wall and stuck his hands in his pockets.
"I'm Jeana, but everyone calls me Jen."
"Yeah, I know, Stacy told me who you were when you got here." he looked at her, brushing his elbow to hers. "They said you're from Gulfport?"
"Long Beach, really, but close enough."
"What's it like down there?"
"Oh, I guess its ok. I get to go to the beach whenever I want to."
"That sounds cool." he shuffled his feet.
"Yeah, it's fun. I'm going to miss it while were up here."
"There's a lake and a pool out there at the park where the reunion is, it shouldn't be too bad."
"I don't know," she shrugged her shoulders looking at him, "pools can be boring if there's no one around to play with." she flashed him a quick smile.
"I'll be around, I mean, if you want to play?" he looked at her, catching her eye, seeing something there he liked.
"I think I would!" she turned to face him, propping her shoulder against the wall, entangling her fingers with his, "do you always come on to girls you don't know this way?"
"No, just you."
"Pretty bold for some one your age." she ran her hand up to his shoulder and moved in closer to him, "I didn't think they had guys like you up here."
"You'd be surprised."
"So," she was inches away from his lips, hers wet with desire to kiss him, "what kind of surprises are there here, the guys at home can be pretty boring too."
"I don't know, I guess well have to wait and find out." he put his arm around her waist drawing her closer and met her lips. Her breast pressed against his chest, and she could feel his tight stomach against hers as his arms locked behind her.
Their kiss was gently unsure as they felt a well of heat between them, but a first kiss always is a bit awkward. She pulled away, looking at him and smiled. "Sorry, but, I just wanted to taste a Georgia boy."
"If this is what all the girls are like in Mississippi, well, I think I'll move."
"No, not all of us, just me," she winked, grazing her lips to his again.
The kiss was more open this time, tongues entwined and embraces tightened. He pulled her against him as he rolled his back against the wall for leverage.
She felt his hardness press against her thorough his jeans, and wiggled a little just to make sure that was what she was feeling. He moaned into her mouth, and she kissed him harder, making his head swim. They were interrupted by voices calling her name.
She looked at him, slipping her hand down his body to his bulging manhood, "Too bad we don't have more time, I'd like to see what the rest of a Georgia boy tastes like."
He groaned in pleasure as she pressed against him, licking his lips with the tip of her tongue. When she was called again, she pulled away from him, seeing how flustered he was. "I'm sorry Anthony, I have to go. Maybe we'll see each other tomorrow?"
"Jen, you can count on it!" he pulled her back to him and kissed her again, then let her slip away. "I knew she was hot, but damn!" he opened his hand to find the chain she had been wearing around her neck, "How the hell did she do that!" and smiled as he put it around his throat.
Both of them slept restlessly. She couldn't believe that she came on to him like that, like a horny vixen, but then again, it had been a long time since Donny. What, eight months or more since he left her, and Anthony, he was hot.
Broad chest, eyes like ice, long hair, strong arms, and it felt good when he held her. And how clever had she been, slipping her chain in his hand, as if it were some prize, or perhaps, an invitation for another time.
She smiled to herself as she thought about his hardness, the feel of it though his tight jeans. Her hand made its way to her wetness, and she quietly worked herself into a tizzy, thinking about Anthony's lips, body, and manhood! Thank god she was allowed to share her hotel room with only her sister, because it would be odd to be masturbating with her parents around.
"Oh." she softly moaned, thinking of how he held her, how he smelled, how much she wanted to feel him, and fuck him. It had been too long since Donny had touched her, and the heat that was building up for Anthony only pushed her further. Damn she wished she would have asked where he lived, or maybe invited him to the hotel. Sure, how the hell would you get away with fucking him, and your sister in the room! That's ok, there was always tomorrow.
Across town, in his own room, Anthony was thinking about her. The way she kissed him was audacious, like they had known each other for years. She was confident in her self, and she wasn't afraid to show it. He stroked her chain he had placed around his neck, as he stroked himself.
He remembered how she smelled, and the color of her eyes, how her long hair felt against his arms when he wrapped them around her waist. He couldn't remember what she wore, but he sure liked the way it enhanced her breast when she pushed against him as he towered over her. They were pert and soft, bigger then any of the girls he had ever dated.
What was that she said about tasting a Georgia boy? Oh, yeah, I'd like to see what the rest of a Georgia boy tastes like. He groaned out, thinking how much he liked it when she tasted him, and how much more he wished she would, shooting off a hot load in his hand and on his belly. "Damn Jen, if only I knew where you were staying tonight!"
The first day of the reunion was typical, families trickling in from all over the place. People getting lost and having to find their way to the park, and mingling with family members of the clan.
Too many people for Jen's taste and she wandered away from the crowds, finding a quiet path that led to the lakeshore. She took off her shoes and waded at the edge of the water, wishing she were home. A voice brought her from her thoughts, and she smiled at it's sound.
"You are a hard person to find."
"Not as hard as you were last night, if I recall." She looked up and smiled at him.
"Yeah, well, that wasn't fair, you leaving me like that." He walked closer to the edge of the water, hoping she would come out.
"Well, it's not like I had the chance to do anything, I mean, it was a public place." she kicked the water up at him; he jumped back so he wouldn't get wet.
"Would you have?"
"What do you think?" she smiled, easing herself from the water to him.
"I think I jacked off three times last night because of you."
"Only three." she snickered, "damn, I must be loosing my touch." She was standing in front of him now, her hands on her hips, waiting for him to make a move.
He grabbed her hand, and yanked her to him, grasping around her waist to hold her close. She gasped a small breath of excitement and shock, his lips grinding into hers.
Her hands went around his neck and she pushed her body into his, wishing that she could get closer. The kiss was heavy and sure, not like the one the night before. This was demanding and possessive, as if he were taking ownership of her.
She liked that thought, letting him think that he was overpowering her, yet, she still had control of him, making him do her bidding. It was even between them, because he was thinking the same things about her.
She pushed into him, feeling his growth grind into her belly, wishing it were pounding into the wetness of her pussy. She moaned into his mouth, their tongues dancing in frantic lust, bodies heating, melting to each other.
Something splashed behind them and they quickly drew apart, looking away. Voices came from behind the trees, and they adjusted themselves so they didn't look obvious. She plopped down in the grass, him following her, and the sat nestled to each other, holding hands out of sight of anyone.
"Well, I see you found Jen." Stacy gloated as she walked past them.
"It wasn't that hard, I figured she would be down at the water," he looked at Jen, "figured she missed the beach, and this is the closest thing we've got." He looked at her, wanting to kiss her again. Jen looked at Stacy and smiled.
