Chapter 6

Saturday, March 15, 2031 – London Grove Township, Chester County

“You sure this is a great idea, sis?” David asked as he pulled to a stop in front of the house in Inniscrone Village. “This is your first high school party and you barely know these kids.”

“I’ll be fine, big brother,” Jessie answered. “But thanks for worrying about me.”

“Owen Hanrahan is hosting the party,” Kaylie Denning, Jessie’s best friend, said. “He is a good guy.” Kaylie was sitting in the middle seat of David’s minivan. Kaylie lived two doors down from their family’s home in Landenberg. Dave was giving Kaylie and Jessie a ride to the party.

“I know Owen,” Dave replied. “He’s in my grade. He is a good guy. In any case, give me a call if anything happens that you don’t like. I’ll come pick you up.”

“It won’t be necessary,” Jessie said. “Go enjoy your swim team’s party.”

“Don’t drink too much,” Dave added. “You know how Mom is.” He leaned across his minivan and gave his sister a peck on the cheek. “Have fun and be safe.”

“Thanks for giving us a ride, bro,” Jessie answered. She returned the peck on the cheek before getting out of the car. Jessie opened the side door and helped Kaylie get out of the middle seat. They waved goodbye as Dave drove off. Her seventeen-year-old brother was going to a party the Avon Grove Swim Team was throwing at Mike Hoover’s house up north of Jennersville.

“Ready for a good time?” Kaylie asked as they walked up the path to the Hanrahan house. “Sophia promises there will be plenty of hot guys here tonight. You need to forget about Brophy what’s-his-name. There are lots of cute boys here in Chester County.”

“Brody ... Brody Squitiere,” Jessie said. “I’ve gotten over him.” Brody Squitiere had been her boyfriend for the six months before her family moved from Pittsburgh to Landenberg five weeks ago. At sixteen and in tenth grade, he was a year older than Jessie. He had been a good boyfriend, but she knew she didn’t have a future with him.

Jessie had known Kaylie and their other friend, Anne Boldin, since the three of them were in diapers.

Sophia Schiable greeted them at the door. She was Owen’s girlfriend and the ostensible reason for the party. She turned sixteen three weeks ago. She had her official “sweet sixteen” birthday party then with her family and immediate friends. This party was the real party to celebrate her birthday - complete with music, dancing, and alcohol.

Jessie had begged her parents to allow her to attend the party, without luck, until she reminded them that they allowed Dave to attend his first teen party when he was in ninth grade and BEFORE he turned fifteen.

Sophia had them drop their coats off in the mud room on top of the washer before joining the party. Jessie envied Sophia. She was 5’-5”, 110 pounds and drop dead gorgeous. Of course, she was on the cheerleading squad. She had the best-looking breasts. Jessie especially envied her that. She was growing, but at least a dozen girls in ninth grade displayed more chest than her. Her mom was well endowed. Mom promised Jessie would blossom eventually.

The Hanrahans had a big house. Booze was set up on the kitchen counters and island. Furniture in the living room and family rooms were pushed back to make room for couples to dance. Music was blaring throughout the house. Kaylie and Jessie grabbed beers and mingled with the crowd.

Jessie planned to nurse the beer and scope out the boys for a while. Liam Schiable, Sophie’s cousin, changed her plans. He wasn’t what she was looking for in a boy - short, skinny and pimple faced. At 5’-5”, she was a good three inches taller than him. She probably outweighed him by 15 pounds too. Liam was a nice kid who was in all her classes. He was her lab partner in science. He was so earnest when he asked her to dance, she couldn’t say no.

Jessie guzzled down her beer and went out to dance with him. Liam turned out to be a good dancer and excellent conversationalist. He was the class brain and well versed on so many subjects. Surprisingly, she had fun with him.

An older guy Jessie didn’t know cut in her third dance. “No need to thank me for rescuing you from zit-face,” the tall teen said. “Jacob Pickering.”

“Jessie Martin,” Jessie answered as they danced.

“Martin ... like the Eagles new coach, Kyle Martin?” Jacob asked.

“Exactly like that,” she answered. “He’s my dad.”

“Wow! Cool!” Jacob said. “I play wide receiver for our football team. I’m the leading receiver.”

“That’s nice,” Jessie commented. They danced through the remainder of that song and then did another. This boy was more like what she was hoping for in a boy. He was about 5’-11” tall and about 160 pounds. He’s a football player and obviously worked out. Talking with him was OK. He was a little self-absorbed but most cute guys were to an extent.

“You want a drink?” Jacob asked after the next song.

“Sure? Why not?” Jessie agreed.

“I’ll get them,” Jacob offered. Jessie had a seat on one of the couches. He came back with two bottles - the BIG bottles. He plopped down on the couch right beside her and slid in closer until Jessie was pinned against the arm. “Drink up!” Jacob said as he had a big swig of his beer.

She tried it. It was an imported German beer and was quite tasty. She had a few sips of something similar when her dad let her try a taste of his at home.

Jacob pressed himself close to Jessie as they talked. He talked about his exploits on the football field and asked questions about her dad’s team, mostly. She drank her brew while he talked and rubbed her knee and thigh with his hand.

Jessie knew if she wanted to make out or do more, Jacob would be more than willing to go along with her. Did she want to? He was handsome and older. She was sure he was experienced. She had been up to third base with boyfriends before she moved so she had some idea what she might be getting into.

Kaylie caught her attention from across the room as Jessie considered the possibilities. She was a little confused. Kaylie was still dancing with Logan but waved Jessie over. Jessie downed the last of her lager just as Jacob draped his arm over her shoulder and snuggled against her side.

“Excuse me, Jacob,” Jessie said suddenly as she stood. “I’ve got to pee.”

“I’ll be here,” Jacob said. “Should I get you another beer?”

“I’ll take care of myself,” she answered. Jessie hurried out to the entrance hallway. Kaylie and Logan Hall, her date that evening, met her there.

“Ew! Ick! Jake Pickering?” Kaylie stammered. “No! You don’t want to go there.”

“Why?” Jessie asked. “He’s cute. He’s seems nice enough.”

“He’s a total jerk and all hands,” Kaylie answered.

“Kaylie’s right,” Logan added. “You DO NOT want to go there.”

“Who do you suggest then?” Jessie asked. “I hoped for more than standing along the wall and drinking beer tonight. I won’t find a boyfriend that way.”

“Look the crowd over,” Kaylie suggested. “I’ll give you the low-down on whoever looks interesting.”

Jessie scanned the crowd. One boy jumped out at her. He had to be at least six foot tall and had blond hair. The boy actually looked a lot like her brother but a little shorter. “Who’s that?”

“That is Adam Morrison,” Kaylie replied. “He’s my cousin.”

“Introduce us,” Jessie suggested. “I’d like to meet him.”

“OK, I can do that,” Kaylie agreed. She followed Kaylie across the room to her cousin, Adam.

“Adam, I would like to introduce you to a good friend of mine, Jessica Martin,” Kaylie said. They shook hands. “Jessie, this is my cousin, Adam.”

The two exchanged, “It’s good to meet you.” Kaylie and Logan took off to dance.

“Do you go to Avon Grove?” Adam asked. “I don’t remember seeing you around the school.” He gave her a wink. “You’re so pretty, I know I would remember you if I had seen you before.”

“I just started at Avon Grove,” Jessie answered. “My family moved from Pittsburgh a few weeks ago.”

“Moving must suck,” Adam commented. “Not knowing anybody here and everything. Do you want to grab beers while we talk?”

“Sure,” Jessie agreed. “Moving does suck but I do know some people around here already. I’ve known Kaylie since we were both in diapers.”

“Really? How is that?” Adam asked.

“My dad’s job took us to Denver and Pittsburgh over the years, but we always kept the house I was born in here in Landenberg. Kaylie’s mom and my mom were pregnant and next-door neighbors. I was born about five days after Kaylie. Even when we were in Denver or Pittsburgh, our family always spent a month in the summer here in southern Chester County at our ‘real’ home.”

“That’s cool,” Adam said. He handed her one of the bottles of beer. It didn’t have a screw cap. She looked around for a bottle opener but didn’t see one.

“My motto is ‘Be Prepared’,” Adam said. He pulled a bottle opener out of his pocket, popped open her bottle and then his own.

“Your motto is ‘Be Prepared’?” Jessie asked. Adam blushed.

“All right,” Adam said. “I’ll admit it. I’m a Boy Scout.”

“Nothing wrong with that,” Jessie answered. “My older brother is an Eagle Scout. One of my younger brothers got his First Class last month. I did Girl Scouts up until last fall. The Senior Girl Scout Troop in my area in Pittsburgh sucked though, so I quit.”

“That’s too bad,” Adam said. “What was wrong with the troop?”

“I wanted to do outdoor things,” she explained. “Camp out. Go backpacking. Go canoeing. They were all worried about cookies sales and sing-alongs.”

“Do you camp?” Adam asked as he smiled at her.

“I love it,” Jessie answered. “I lived in Denver for seven years. We really enjoyed the outdoors out there. My family got to do less camping in the last six years, while we lived in Pittsburgh.”

“Backpacking? Really?” Adam said. “You would have loved what I did last summer. My crew sent a group out to Philmont Scout Ranch and we spent two weeks backpacking in the Sangre de Cristo Mountains in northern New Mexico. It was a fantastic trip.”

“That sounds like so much fun,” Jessie said. “I bet you flew into Denver to get there?” Adam nodded yes. “Your bus drove right by our old house in Lone Tree on your way south.”

“Lone Tree?” Adam said. “Yeah. I think we ate lunch at a Country Buffet in Lone Tree.”

“The one on Park Meadow Drive?” she asked excitedly.

“I have no idea,” Adam said. “I wasn’t paying any attention to directions. All I know is we hopped off the bus in a Sam’s Club parking lot and hiked up over the embankment to the restaurant.”

“Yeah, that’s the one on Park Meadows Drive,” Jessie said. “I know it well. It’s about half a mile from my old house.”

“It’s small world,” Adam marveled. “You should come and check out one my Venturer crew meetings some time. We have an active program and we have fun.”

“When do you meet?” Jessie asked.

“We meet the second and fourth Tuesday nights at the Avondale Scout Cabin,” Adam said. “Seven o’clock.”

“I may check that out,” she responded. “I should drag my Eagle Scout brother, Dave, along. He would enjoy more camping opportunities too.”

“Dave ... Dave Martin?” Adam asked. “David, of course. He’s in my AP U. S. History class. He’s a junior like me.”

“He is,” Jessie agreed.

“Dave is an Eagle Scout?” Adam remarked. “I had no idea. I have a couple more merit badges to finish and need to do my project.”

“You’re sixteen?” I asked.

“Sixteen and a half,” Adam answered. “I have another nineteen months until I turn eighteen, so I need to hurry up and finish my Eagle.”

“You’ll make it,” Jessie offered.

“I’m pretty sure I can,” Adam said. “Do you want to go catch some of the music in the living room? We could dance and talk some more.”

“I’d like that,” She agreed. She looked Adam over as she followed him to the living room. He was about 6’-0” tall and weighed maybe 160 pounds or so. He looked like he worked out or played sports or something. His body was well muscled. All-in-all, he wasn’t a bad catch for the night.

Adam and Jessie danced a bit when they got to where the music was playing. After a few songs they would stop and talk - mostly about their mutual camping interests. He was a good conversationalist, keeping things going. They danced some slow tunes together. She enjoyed having the strong boy hold her as they swayed to the music. He popped a boner while they danced.

The boner didn’t bother her. She had two teen-aged brothers who are always getting boners. If Davey didn’t have one, then Danny did. More likely they both did. Anyway, she knew Adam’s hard-on meant he found her attractive.

Jessie thought she looked pretty good for a ninth grader. She wasn’t as big breasted as her Mom, yet but she had decent endowments for someone who turned fifteen a week ago. She was 5’-4” tall and weighed 112 pounds this morning after she took her morning shower. It was nice to have a teen-aged boy agree with her assessment of her looks.

The next slow dance they got a little carried away and came together hard. Adam’s boner gave her a good poke in the belly. He backed off immediately, mortified. “I’m sorry,” he begged. “I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean to...”

“It’s OK, Adam,” Jessie replied. “I have brothers. I understand. You get hard when you are with an attractive girl.”

“Attractive? No ... you ... you’re hot,” Adam said.

“That is sweet thing to say,” Jessie responded. Adam leaned his head in towards her face. She understood. She leaned in too until their lips met. The kiss was sweet and gentle yet conveyed Adam’s passion. They broke apart and stared into each other’s eyes for a moment before kissing again. The third kiss Adam ran his tongue along the seam formed between their lips. She immediately touched his tongue with her own. Both shuddered as they felt each other and slid their tongues together. Their bodies melted together as they made out.

Understand one thing. Jessie may be a virgin, but she was not innocent. She had a seventeen-year-old brother who had been screwing anything in a skirt for the past two and a half years. Maybe she was being too harsh on her brother. He didn’t string along multiple girls at the same time. He’s monogamous but his relationships never lasted very long.

She had a twelve-year-old brother, Danny, who leaves sticky tissues and sticky old socks laying around his room all the time. The boy must jerk off hourly. He has figured out sex is interesting but hasn’t figured out girls yet.

Jessie had been going on group dates, double dates and more recently one-on-one dates for the last two and a half years, since she started seventh grade. She had had three serious boyfriends. They’d covered almost all the bases, except for home plate. Her last boyfriend back in Pittsburgh, Brody Squitiere, and Jessie had planned out an afternoon a couple days after Christmas where they would pop each other’s cherries. Jessie chickened out when it was time to do the deed. Brody and Jessie had a fight about it and broke up that afternoon.

It worked out best for her. Five weeks later when the Philadelphia Eagles hired her dad to be their new head coach, she was happy to move back to Chester County and the house in Landenberg where she had been born.

Jessie didn’t resist when Adam ushered them over to an empty chair in one end of the living room. He sat down and motioned for her to sit on his lap. She climbed aboard. The teens continued making out. She could clearly feel Adam’s big boner against her bottom. It turned Jessie on to know she excited this boy. She felt her pussy juicing as his boner poked her and they continued making out.

Adam’s hands went for her breasts after a few minutes. He kept them on the outside of her sweater thankfully. She wouldn’t mind his hands on her bare breasts, but she didn’t plan to put on a show for the rest of the partygoers. He felt her up for about five minutes before making his next move.

Adam tried to slide a hand under her sweater and T-shirt. She swatted the hand down.

“Too public here,” Jessie sighed as she pushed his hand away. “That is best done in private.”

“We can do that,” Adam said. He pushed her up and stood up too. Anyone could clearly see the big bulge in his pants. Adam was well endowed. Jessie could only wonder what his dick looked like.

Adam led Jessie upstairs. He checked first two rooms they came to. Both had locked doors. She felt a little trepidation. She knew what the couples in those rooms were doing. Was she ready for that? The third bedroom they tried was empty. Adam led her in, then closed and locked the door behind them.

“Now we have some privacy,” Adam said. He stripped off his shirt and stood bare chested in front of Jessie. Her guess earlier was correct. He was built like Michelangelo’s David.

“I should warn you I am a virgin,” Jessie said.

“I won’t lie,” Adam said. “I would love to go all the way with you, but you decide how far we go tonight. I will follow your lead.”

“Thank you for not pushing,” she replied. “That makes me feel better.”

“Could you take off your sweater so we can go back to where we were downstairs?” Adam asked.

“I can do that,” Jessie agreed. She pulled off the sweater and the pulled the T-shirt up over her head. That left her in the lacy bra she had the foresight to wear that night.

“Can I help you with that?” Adam asked. He expertly unhooked the clasps of her bra and helped pull it off. Jessie knew she was in the hands of an expert in the ways of a woman. Brody, her last boyfriend, hadn’t mastered unclasping a bra in half a dozen attempts last fall.

“Oh God!” Adam sighed. “You’re beautiful. Are you sure you’re a freshman? I’ve seen juniors with less impressive tits than yours.”

“I am a freshman,” Jessie confirmed. “I turned fifteen in the beginning of March.”

Adam pushed her back to the bed. She lay down on her back. He lay down beside her and they continued making out. First one hand and then soon both hands drifted down to her chest and began to play with her titties. His touches were soft and caresses gentle. She felt juice leaking down below every time he rubbed her erect nipples.

God! Could she seriously be considering going all the way with a boy she met tonight? Adam certainly made all the right moves so far.

He kissed his way down her neck and onto her chest. He kissed her titties, licked and then sucked at her nipples. She thought her brain would explode. Her panties were soaked. Maybe she could trust this boy to pop her cherry.

Adam used his hands, lips and tongue to show his admiration for Jessie’s titties. His technique was splendid. Any hesitation at allowing Adam access to all of her body was floating away on the blissful clouds of good feelings he was producing.

Adam made his next move a few minutes later. He tried to slip a hand inside her jeans. Jessie stopped him.

“I’m sorry,” Adam apologized as he stared up at me between her two titties. “Is this too far?”

“I was going to say, ‘Let me get that’,” Jessie answered. “It will be easier that way.”

She unbuttoned and unzipped her jeans. Adam climbed out of bed and helped her pull them off. She didn’t protest when he dropped his own pants to the floor and pulled his socks off before rejoining her in bed.

Adam’s dick formed a long bulge in his Calvin Klein boxers. Jessie knew her hand was six inches from palm to the tips of her fingers. That bulge had to be a little longer than that. It put poor Brody’s little dick to shame. Brody might have measured four and a half inches when he was erect. She guessed it isn’t fair to compare a fifteen-year-old boy to another who is sixteen and a half, almost seventeen. She had seen enough porn pictures to know Adam’s dick was above average, even for a grown man.

Jessie didn’t know if it was too much beer or the lust she was feeling but she lifted her butt off the bed and pulled her panties down to her knees. Adam finished pulling them off Jessie. She allowed her knees to drift wide apart, giving Adam full view of her body.

The boy paused for a moment and drank the picture in. “You are the most stunningly beautiful girl I have ever seen.”

“Thank you,” Jessie said as a blush spread across her face.

Adam placed one hand on her outer labia and forced her slot apart. He fingered the wet, floppy inner labia as he stimulated her desire towards its peak. One finger found its way to her opening.

“May I insert a finger?” Adam asked solicitously.

“Yes, you may,” Jessie replied. What her mom taught her echoed in her head. If you have any doubts about whether you are ready for sex, you aren’t ready. Adam carefully inserted half a finger into her wet hole. Jessie came to her resolution as this boy began to finger fuck her. She had no doubts. Adam Morrison would be her first lover, and it was going to happen in a few minutes.

Adam finger fucked Jessie with one finger for a couple minutes before carefully inserting a second finger. That stretched her a bit, but not as much as his big dick was going to shortly. Adam’s thumb found its way up to her clitoris. He knew a girl’s anatomy well enough to recognize what he was rubbing and her desperate need for him to do it gently.

Adam strummed his fingers in and out of Jessie’s body while his thumb unwired her brain’s synapses. Adam needed a couple minutes to bring her to a glorious orgasm. She shook and tried to stifle a shriek of joy as she came. Adam sat back on his heels and watched her enjoy her orgasm.

The boy lay down on top of Jessie while she recovered. He showered her with kisses on the lips and on her titties. She felt his hard lump pressing into her belly again. She returned the kisses when she recovered. Adam rubbed his boxer covered hard-on up and down against her pussy and clitoris as they made out.

After a few minutes, Adam stared into her eyes and asked, “Would you like ... you know, to go all the way?”

“Did you bring condoms?” Jessie countered.

“Um ... uh...” he gulped. “Aren’t you protected against pregnancy?”

“I am,” Jessie admitted. “I would prefer you to wrap up though. Do you have condoms?”

“Um ... yeah, out in the car,” Adam said. “I hadn’t expected to find a hot girl like you and that I would need ... them. Do you really want to waste ten minutes while I go find them?” Adam continued rubbing, making sure his bulge was mashing against her clitoris. The tingle made it hard for her to concentrate and demand protection.

“Have you been with many girls?” she asked. “I am worried about STIs.”

“Um ... no, not many,” Adam answered vaguely.

“How many?”

“Three.”

“Virgins?” she asked.

“The first two,” Adam answered. “The most recent girl I slept with wasn’t, but she isn’t some slut who sleeps around. She’s clean and I am too. We don’t need condoms if you are safe from pregnancy.”

“My Mom got me on birth control as soon as I hit puberty,” Jessie said. “Our extended family has had too many ‘accidents’ over the years.”

“Do we waste the ten minutes while I get the condoms or do we get the fun started now?” Adam asked pointedly.

Jessie took a deep breath. “Let’s get started now.” Adam hopped off her and skinned out of his Calvin Kleins. He climbed back in bed between her out-spread knees. Adam sat back on his heels, his big dick aiming straight at her. The head was large, pinkish-purple and too big for Jessie to wrap her thumb and finger around so they would touch. The shaft tapered as it approached his body, a circle of brown skin showed the scars from his circumcision.