"How was your date?" she asked back, the hint of a shy smile on her lips. When Jessica smiled, there were tiny dimples just under her eyes. Even with her dark glasses on, I could see them.

"How did you know I had a date?"

"Aunt Martha told me, but I would've known anyway." She wrinkled up her nose and gave me a knowing smile. "You smell kind of…"

Jessica giggled and put a hand to her mouth. I blushed. "Yeah, this chick uses a lot of crummy perfume."

My cousin brought her face close to mine, almost as if she could see me. "It's not the perfume, Ross."

This time I really went red. In a weird way I was glad Jessica couldn't see me. "You want to go to bed now?" I mumbled.

Jessie's face clouded. "I didn't mean to make you feel uncomfortable, Ross." She reached out and took my hand. "My gosh, I wasn't exactly born yesterday. It doesn't bother me that you take girls out and… make love to them." Her smile came back. "Not mad any more?"

"Naw. I'm not mad." The conversation had me sweating. For one thing I wasn't used to talking to one girl about another. And also I was starting to see the woman in Jessica for the very first time in my life.

"Was she pretty?"

"Who?" I asked.

"Your date tonight, silly."

"Oh. Well, to tell you the truth, she wasn't so hot-looking." I stood up and jammed my hands in my pocket, wishing Jessica would hurry up and go to bed.

"Does she love you?"

"Shit, no!" I blurted.

Jessica laughed happily at my choice of words. I sat down again, accidentally brushing her warm leg with my own. The hem of her short skirt pulled up a little, but she didn't seem to be aware of what had happened. I swallowed hard and looked down between her smooth-fleshed thighs where the little band of powder-blue silk covered her cunt mound. Jessie's hands were on my face spin, her mouth drawn tight as she concentrated on what her fingers told her.