Hey, Jessie

More Than a Kiss

Ryan thumped the potato masher into the bowl, turning the tomato into an unappetizing mass of pulp and juice.

"I don't know why we're doing it this way," he complained. "Tomato, orange, grape, cranberry; they all come in juice boxes. We could have used that instead of mushing up the real thing."

"They add Vitamin C to juice, so the experiment wouldn't have worked," Jessie answered. "Now, for your hypothesis, which ones do you think naturally contain Vitamin C?"

"Um, I know oranges do and I think tomatoes, I'm not sure about the others." He rinsed off the masher and looked at the bowl of grapes, not sure how to proceed.

"Try cutting them in half first," Jessie suggested. "I think that'll make them easier to mash."

"God, Ry, why're you letting her turn you into a geek?" Trey wandered into the kitchen, sneering at the on-going science experiment. "Next you'll being wearing dorky glasses and a pocket protector."

"It's just a Science Fair, Trey. I'm not applying for college." Ryan's voice was tentative as he tried to appease his irritated brother.

"Damn straight, you're an Atwood. We don't do college, so don't start thinking you're something special just because Geek Girl here likes playing school." Trey smacked the back of Ryan's head for emphasis.

"What's wrong with wanting to be something besides a pathetic loser like the rest of his family?" Jessie retorted, stepping between Trey and Ryan.

"Watch who you're calling a loser," Trey said. He stood over the younger girl, his eyes burning into hers, his fists clenching and unclenching.

Ryan made soothing noises and tried to pull Jessie back, but she stood her ground, glaring at Trey, refusing to be intimidated.

"Aw, Trey, what're you wasting time with them for?" Robin put her arm around Trey and slipped her fingers into the waistband of his jeans, pulling him towards her. "Let the babies play school if that's what turns them on. We have better games to play."

Trey looked down at her, his face still hard. She fiddled with his zipper, pulling him from the kitchen and into her bedroom, slamming the door behind them.

"Let the babies play school," Jessie mocked in a singsong voice. She stared at the closed door and frowned for a moment, then turned to Ryan and said in her normal voice, "Let's go to my room while they're busy."

Ryan's eyes lit up and he happily followed Jessie into her bedroom, sitting on her bed while she locked her door. He and Jessie had gotten into a pleasant routine of kissing in her room while Robin and Trey played their own games in Robin's room. Ryan thought he was getting pretty good at kissing, plus he was slowly inching his way up the outside of Jessie's shirt. He was pretty sure he was almost to the point where he would actually get to feel her breast. Thinking about that possibility made his dick jump with anticipation.

Jessie twirled around, her skirt spreading out around her waist, almost but not quite rising high enough to allow Ryan a glimpse at the panties hidden beneath. With a glint in her eyes that Ryan didn't recognize, she began unbuttoning her blouse.

"I don't want it to get wrinkled," she explained as she hung it on the door handle.

"Uh, yeah, ok," Ryan had trouble getting words out. He gazed at the lacy fabric covering her breasts, reaching out to caress the prize he had worked so long to obtain.

"Not so fast," Jessie smiled and grabbed his wrists, setting his hands on her naked waist. She pushed him back on the bed and knelt over him, smiling wickedly.

"You've got to ask first," she said, sliding his hands closer to their goal.

Ryan pulled his eyes from her chest to her eyes and then back down. "Yeah, right. Um, hey, Jessie, can I, um," Although the exact words didn't come, she slowly guided his hands up, hissing slightly as his fingers squeezed and fondled her small breasts.

Jessie bent down and began attacking his lips and rhythmically thrusting her tongue into his mouth. She moved slowly to one side and onto her back, encouraging him with her mouth and hands to follow her movements until he lay prone upon her body panting and somewhat unsure.

Her eyes danced with amusement and she slowly slid her hands up Ryan's waist, pushing his t-shirt to his chest. He held his weight on his arms and with a few awkward gymnastics Jessie was able to pull the shirt over his head.

As she pulled him in for another kiss, Ryan realized that Jessie had also unclasped the front of her bra. The warmth of skin-on-skin contact, coupled with a sudden recognition that he was nestled between her thighs with only a few layers of cloth separating the two of them, triggered a fiery rush of emotions. When she began thrusting against him, he abandoned her lips and buried his head into the curve of neck, pushing back to the rhythm she set.

It was over too soon. He barely had time to register her soft cry before he stiffened and uttered his own, amazed and delighted at the wonder of it all.

Ryan slid off to the side and cradled Jessie, smoothing her hair and gently stroking her face. He smiled at her and whispered, "Hey, Jessie, can I kiss you?"