Jessica tried not to look her age, though her friends assured her nobody would be suspicious. Her ID showed nineteen, but she was three years younger. Everybody else in their group was really at least eighteen.
She’d been planning this night for six months, and had jumped through enough hoops to make it happen that the stress had delayed her period. She was determined to see Monica Raven in concert and nothing was going to stop her.
It was a small, unwired gig and the crowd at the area’s hottest club was unusual, her friends said. Cindy said it was usually a college crowd. Lexie passed her a drink and Jessica looked at it hesitantly. ‘What is it?’ she wondered.
“Blue ball special,” she thought she heard. Indeed, it was blue, and had two olives in it.
The club mix was loud and the concert didn’t start for another twenty minutes. She looked around in wonder at this forbidden world. The atmosphere was like a sexual war zone. Lights flashed or glowed dimly in the darkness, and music pounded to a beat that sounded like fucking, even to a virgin’s ears.
I pumped and I pumped, my hand surrounding and moving quickly along the full length of my stiff erection as I sat on my sister's bed jerking off.
In my mind I ran images of naked women, though mainly my sister, and I wondered how it would feel to be inside her, to make love to her, something Mom probably wouldn't care to let me do, or even know I was thinking.
I turned to where Mom was sitting in the chair beside the bed, watching me masturbate. My sister Kerri was laying on her stomach beside me, casually flipping through pages in some fashion magazine.