Unspoken - Kiss of the Wolf Spider, Part I by Sharianne Bailey Read Free Book Online Page B

to you. Can’t I love you?
Can’t Daddy love his big girl like a man should?”
    “But I don’t like ....”
    “And if you do ever tell anyone I will deny it and  ...  Jane ….” His
voice then turned to steel. “I will kill you.” It was not the first time
he had given me that warning and he never joked about it!
    Megan returned with the hot Milo and Tinkie arrived with her suitcase.
Saskia and Sally also burst into the room. Greeting each other  and giggling
hysterically, the girls fell onto my bed. At least my memories had a chance to
fade for a little while.
    “Tell us about it, Tinkie. What was it like?”
    “What?” giggled Tinkie coyly.
    They tickled her and said, “Tell, tell.”
    “What are you all talking about?” asked Megan.
    “At the 21 st on the Blakes’ farm. It was Joey’s 21 st and all the farmers were there. Joey’s youngest brother James is sixteen and
guess who he had the ‘hots’ for?”
    “Tinkie!” gasped Megan. “Did Jamie finally notice you?”
     Tinkie was blushing and they were all shrieking.
    “And guess what they got up to …?”
    Megan gasped. “What? What did you two do?” Turning to the others she
asked, “And how do you girls know?”
    “We were there too and we saw them, all wrapped up in each other’s arms …
oh boy it was love at first sight….” gabbled the girls.
    “Did he kiss you?” Megan was thrilled. “Tell us more, tell us more… what
did it feel like?”
    Tinkie sat up and spoke conspiratorially. We all leant in to hear.
    “First he looked at me across the punch bowl and smiled. I’m sure my
heart stopped beating. Then he poured me a drink ....”
    “What were you wearing?”
    She had to go back to the beginning and describe the hair, nails, make-up
and clothes, right from the borrowed lacy push-up bra to the skinny-rib vest
and tight fit jeans. Then she built up to the meeting at the punchbowl. She
described their hand-holding and their dancing.
    When she reached the part where she told us about the people lying on
blankets and sleeping bags outside on the lawn counting stars she was
interrupted by a girl who said, “Yup – I saw you there.” Turning to the others
she added, “They were messing around in the sleeping bag!”
    “Were not!” Tinkie hissed. “We lay down on the sleeping bag,
covered ourselves with a rug and … we kissed!” The other girls all shrieked.
“First it was just a little peck on the mouth and we counted stars holding hands.
Then he did it a bit longer. Then he touched my mouth with his tongue.” She
squealed. “My heart was beating so fast I thought it would explode. Then… he
put his tongue inside my mouth and moved it all around…then in my ears and back
in my mouth…”
    “What did it feel like?” giggled Sally, breaking the silence and
suspense.
    “Kind of slimy really,” Tinkie answered.
    “Oh gross!” screeched Sally.
    “Yummy,” responded Tinkie.
    “What did you do?” asked Megan.
    “I kissed him back with my tongue in his mouth …”
    “A French kiss! How did it feel?” whispered Saskia, enviously.
    “Amazing. And you start to get  …”
    I listened in horror. They liked this!
    “Did he do anymore?”
    “Mmm. Fingering. Under the blanket.”
    “What is fingering?”  I whispered.
    “When he touches you inside your pants with his fingers, silly!”
whispered  Saskia.
    Megan fell back and groaned. “Tinkie you slag!”
    “No I’m not. I’m in love!”
    “What did you do when his fingers were ... you know?” asked Sally.
    “I stared at the stars… and kissed him …”
    “Did you like it?” asked Megan.
    “Wonderful!” she replied dreamily.
    “Did he … you know … do the whole thing?” asked Saskia in awe.
    “No, don’t be crazy!” Horrified, Tinkie interrupted the spell of the
moment, throwing a cushion at Saskia. “There were too many people around. That
is a very private thing. Besides, we don’t need to. He said that was enough for
now. He likes