Rose and Jacob

The night I became a woman…

Sneaking out of the house had JT catching me, again. I owed him an Our Gang comic. He sure was getting a lot out of me.

Jacob was waiting for me at the bottom of the drive. I ran straight into his arms, and we kissed and kissed while he spun me around. “I’ve missed you so much,” he caressed my face, “my Rose.”

“Always.”

“Let’s go, before we miss the bus.” He took my hand as we walked to the bus stop. We should be more careful because I didn’t want Father getting wind of me going out with someone other than Richard. But when Jacob was holding on to me, I really didn’t care.

We were going to see The Shocking Miss Pilgrim with Betty Grable. I loved her movies so I was really looking forward to watching it. Going with Jacob only made it better.

Jacob held my hand all the way there, and during the movie, I cuddled into him, moving slightly to give him a quick kiss.

After the movie ended, we only had time to catch the bus home, but we jumped off a stop early. We walked along the cliffs toward my house so we could spend a few extra moments together. Jacob had his arm wrapped around my shoulders with my arm holding him tight around his waist. He felt so amazing. I never wanted to let go.

Suddenly stopping, Jacob turned me to face him and held my face in his hands, caressing me with his thumbs. “Rose, I love you,” he whispered.

I reached out to him with my hand and tangled my fingers in the hair at the nape of his neck. He shivered and covered my mouth with his. I moaned as I searched out his tongue and slid mine along his in a dance as old as time. Our breathing started to grow heavy. I moved in closer to him. He placed his hands on my hips and guided me in even closer while he continued his assault on my senses.

“Make love to me, Jacob.” He looked startled but seemed to recover quickly.

“Are you sure?” he asked me in a whisper as he moved my hair behind my ears with an unsteady hand.

“More than ever.” I kissed his palm.

“We’re too far from my apartment.” He looked distressed.

“Then let’s go to our place on the beach. It’s late and there won’t be anyone around. Plus, it’s dark and secluded.”

He groaned. “Rose.” I took his hand and led him toward the beach. We had only taken a few steps when he picked me up and carried me the rest of the way. He retrieved the blankets he’d hidden there the other night.

He laid the blankets on the sand, and then looked up at me and took my hand.

We stood facing each other as he started removing his clothes. First his blazer, followed by his shirt and tie. I unfastened the buttons on the front of my dress and let it slide down my body, kicking it to the side. I followed that with my slip. Standing in our underwear, I couldn’t help but stare at him. He had broad shoulders, a muscular chest, and a trim waist with only a sprinkling of hair on his stomach, which disappeared into his shorts. I licked my lips when I saw the rather large bulge growing in them.

Taking my hand into his unsteady one, he pulled me close. I placed my hand on his naked chest and smoothed my hands over his skin. He was gorgeous. I glanced up at him, seeking his eyes in the starlight as I came to terms with the riot of emotions in me. I felt brave and started kissing his chest, and then his nipples, only to hear him groan.

He stopped me and moved us both onto the blanket. He pulled me into his arms and kissed me with such passion, I was breathless.

He unhooked my brassiere and removed it, inhaling sharply in delight as he leaned over me. Placing kisses all around my breasts, he gently suckled my nipple into his mouth. I shivered. He moved his mouth lower and took hold of my underwear with his fingers before he looked up at me, as though he was asking permission.

“Yes.”

He pulled them down

my legs before he quickly removed his own. Kneeling between my thighs, he just stared at me as though he was drinking me in. “You’re beautiful, Rose.” His voice sounded hoarse.

I couldn’t believe how I felt, all tingly and overheated. I still didn’t feel nervous, only excited.

He moved back up my body and stroked along my collarbone lightly before his fingers traced their way to my breasts. He bent his head and suckled one of my nipples into his mouth, alternating between each nipple as he licked and sucked. I couldn’t stop moving. Every part of me felt alive at his touch, and I couldn’t believe the incredible warmth between my thighs.

Opening my legs, he placed a kiss between, which embarrassed me slightly.

He moved between my legs and lay on top of me while he caressed my face. I could feel his penis on my thigh—hot and pulsing with his need for me.

He stroked my curls with his fingers and his breath was even more ragged when he dipped his finger inside me. He moved slightly and nudged my legs open wider. His penis pressed against the space between them. “Rose, I need you.”

“Love me, Jacob.” His eyes blazed down into me.