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Trailer Trash Ch. 01

By: blndEE



It was my eighteenth birthday and I have been planning for the last two years how I was going to get out of this God forsaken hell hole my father had me living in. After my mom passed away two years ago my dad just went down the tubes. He sold our house, bought a trailer and moved us into a trailer park. I hated it there. The only people that lived there were nasty drunks and drug addicts. My father became one of them. I could not go anywhere without all of those nasty drunk men making cat calls and telling me how much they want to be the ones to pop my cherry. 

I knew I was a pretty girl at 5'2" 105 lbs. I wore a 36DD and all of the men used to say they could not believe how such a small frame could hold anything as big as they were. My mother was Italian so I had naturally olive skin, and my dad was this blond good looking surfer until my mother passed and he let himself go. So I had the blond hair, blue eyes, and naturally tan skin. A lot of boys in school wanted to date me but I was too embarrassed to bring them to where I lived. 

My best friend was the guy who lived in the RV next to us. His name was Mikki. He was in his forties with salt and pepper hair, baby blue eyes, and his body was so ripped. I used to tease him about how a guy his age could look so hot. He was the only guy in that trailer park that didn't hit on me or make obscene gestures towards me. I could talk to him about anything and always did. He knew my inner most secrets and didn't judge me because of them. 

I went over to talk to him that morning. He was sitting in his swimming trunks and asked me if I wanted to take a swim with him. I noticed his cock was hanging out of his pants and I immediately blushed. He asked me if that was the first time I ever saw a man's penis. I couldn't answer at first and he realized it was. He told me that I was a woman now and he could teach me some things so I would not be so uncomfortable when I met the one that I wanted to give myself to. He was my friend and I felt safe with him. I told him I would like to see what it looked like. He took me into his RV and removed his trunks. I just stared at it. It was at least 8 inches long his balls just hanging behind it. I asked if I could touch it. He told me to go ahead. I just made a quick touch at first it twitched a little. It felt so soft and smooth. I touched it again starting at the shaft and running my hand down to the mushroom head. It started to become erect. He apologized and told me it was making him so hot. He asked if I wanted him to put his trunks back on. I was so curious by this time. I told him I wanted to play with it some more. I asked what it was men liked. He said they like any kind of stimulation down there. He told me to wrap my hand around it and move it up and down. I got down on my knees in front of him and did what he said.

He explained to me this is what was called a hand job. It was also how men masturbated. I told him I heard the other men in the trailer park talk to each other about how they "jack off" watching me swim or run. He told me that is what they mean when they say it. His cock was so hard in my hand. I couldn't even get my hand around it any longer. He asked me if I ever masturbated. I told him I couldn't because our trailer was too small and I was too embarrassed my father would catch me. I knew it felt good when I touched down there though. He then asked me to take off my shorts and he would show me. I took off my shorts and sat on the couch. He started to softly touch the other area of my most private area. He just ran his hand along the hair line it sent chills down my spine. He then started sliding his fingers along the line of my lips and my privates started to open for him exposing my untouched vagina. He started rubbing one finger at the entrance to my vagina and it took my breath away for a moment. He explained he was trying to get some of my juices on his finger to show me what it felt like when he rubbed it on my clit which is what caused the woman's orgasm. Once he got enough juices he started sliding his finger up and down the area right above the vagina. It felt so good I just laid back and arched my back. I felt things in my body that I never experienced before. I was tingling all over and my body jerked every time he hit a certain spot on my clit. 

While he fondled my most sensitive area he pulled me back up to the sitting position and his extremely hard cock was right there in my face. He asked me to kiss it just a little for him. He was so hard it hurt and he really needed some release. I kissed the head of it and it was so hot. A little juice got on my lips and I thought it was urine, he told me it was just precum and that is why it was hurting him so much he needed some release. He told me to lick it a little. I licked it along the shaft then started to circle the head. He told me that felt so good. He grabbed the back of my head and started to push his cock into my mouth. I started to get a little scared. He told me it was okay. He just needed to release the load he had built up. He promised he wouldn't hurt me to just wrap my mouth around it like I had my hand. I opened my mouth and let him enter. He let me just get accustomed to the head at first just slowly moving it in and out of my mouth. He continued to fondle my clit and vaginal opening and I could feel how wet I was. 

He then slowly started putting more of his cock deeper into my mouth. His cock was twitching and jumping in my mouth. My head was swirling from what he was doing to my most private areas. I was lost in that sensation until he started stabbing the back of my throat with his huge rod. I tried to pull away and he just kept pushing my head farther onto him. I felt his cock sliding down my throat. I could taste something salty with every stroke then he stated breathing hard and really ramming his cock deep into my throat I could hardly breath and then he let out a huge gush of juice into my mouth. He just held his cock there for a moment. When it went back to being soft he removed it from my mouth. I tried to spit out the liquid and he told me to swallow it. That made every man really hot when a woman swallows. I did as he said. I didn't like the taste but he knew what he was talking about. 

He told me I was wonderful at that and I was going to make men do anything I want them to do one day. Then he laid me back on the couch and kneeled down in front of my pussy. He asked me to open it for him so he could show me what it felt like to have an orgasm. He slid his tongue into my vagina. He moved his tongue around giving me the most wonderful sensations I ever felt. 

He then started licking my clit he took a finger and just put it at the entrance to my vagina. He told me he didn't want to pop my cherry so he couldn't stick it in any further. He continued to suck and lick my clit while running his finger just barley into my vagina. He then took his finger and started running it around the rim of my asshole. I tightened up and told him I didn't want him touching there. He told me to relax he could show me what it felt like to have something inside me without taking my virginity. He told me he wouldn't hurt me. It would feel so good if I just sit back and relax. He just rubbed around the whole while he worked my clit with his mouth. I got back into it and started groaning and my body started to hump his tongue. He then let his finger enter my ass a little. I stopped it hurt a little but it also felt good. He told me to relax and enjoy it. 

He just left his finger a little bit in and kept slurping up all of my cunt juice. He then pushed his finger in a little farther and my breath caught. He wiggled the finger around a little trying to open the whole so it wouldn't hurt anymore. He continued to suck on my clit and lick my vagina. He then reached up and started to play with my breasts with the other hand. My nipples were so hard; my pussy was so wet I started to forget about the pain of the finger in my ass. He pushed the finger a little deeper and started to slide it in and out. By this time it was all feeling so good I started to feel every muscle in my body start to twitch. I started shaking so bad I couldn't control myself and my mind was just swimming in ecstasy. I was screaming for him to take me right then and there. But he just kept eating my pussy and fingering my ass until I just collapsed. 

He asked how that felt and I said like heaven. He congratulated me on my first orgasm. That was the best thing I ever felt in my life. He told me any time I wanted to bring myself to that point I could use his bedroom that way my dad would never catch me. I was so taken with my new found pleasure I couldn't even move. I just laid there and went to sleep. 

Trailer Trash Ch. 01



I'd always been attracted to hands. Big, muscular hands, pulsing veins and red scars as proof that he was a hard worker before he went to work hard on me. When I saw him in the class I was taking, as I watched him tapping his hands on the desk beside me, I knew he would be the one. In addition to his big, used hands, he was tall, athletic, moderately good looking, shaved head, and totally not my type. Plus he was easily fifteen years younger than me. Perfect.

I am married. Married for thirteen years. Happily. But I wanted to fuck another guy. Bad. I didn't consider it to be an act of unfaithfulness. I wasn't looking for love, I just wanted a good hard pounding from a dick attached to a guy I didn't know. What can I say...it isn't my fault women don't reach their prime until they are in their thirties. I wanted to capitalize on it.

As the class wound down and we were dismissed for the last time, I stopped him in the parking lot, made a little small talk, stalling as the cars vacated the lot. I finally got up the nerve and asked if he was interested in a no-strings-attached fuck. The look of shock on his face was immediately replaced by one of sheer joy and anticipation. 

"Yes." I saw movement in the crotch of his pants.

"Do you have somewhere we can go?"

He thought for a moment and said, "Follow me."

I got into my car and drove behind him for forty-five minutes, ending up in the parking lot of an auto body shop. I parked beside him, opened my door and he took my hand, leading me to the corner of the property. There, in the grass and hidden among some trees, stood an RV. He took keys from his pocket and with shaky hands, unlocked the door. 

"After you."

I stepped into the tiny house on wheels, the stale, humid air surrounding me, stealing my breath. Beads of sweat instantly formed on my neck. I turned to leave, but came face to face with him, his stubbly head, his timid smile, his ever hardening dick and I walked into the trailer. I wouldn't grow a conscience now.

He hurried about the cramped space, opening windows, turning on the generator and then the air conditioning. He switched on some music, bluesy music, and poured himself a whiskey, which he drank in one gulp. 

"Want one?" He offered.

I waved it off. His version of foreplay, I assumed.

I sat on a bench on one side of the Formica table, he sat on the other. Having some forethought, hoping he'd say yes, I'd worn my tight, low-waisted jeans, which I believed showed off my best traits---flat stomach, long legs and wide hips. The shirt I'd chosen was tight as well, offering a peek of my belly button. I slipped off my flip flops and put my feet up on the table. He nervously took my feet in his hands and massaged them, pulling on my toes, cracking them. Goosebumps traveled from my feet all the way up my arms. I lifted my foot and placed my big toe in his warm mouth and he began to suck long and steady. The front of my jeans soaked through.

He was twenty-two. I was fifteen years old when he was born. I thought this would be a turn off for him, but it had the opposite effect. "I thought you were in your twenties. You have three kids? You're fucking amazing." And the wetness spread.

I slid up onto the table, sitting on it, inches from his face. I was sure he could smell the sex bleeding through my jeans. I placed my hands on his rough, stubbly head, closed my eyes, then leaned forward and licked his bristly pate. 

"Your shaved head turns me on."

He moaned as I stroked from his forehead to as far back as my tongue could stretch in long, deliberate licks.

I sucked on my index finger then ran it across his lips. He shifted on the seat. I guided his face toward my cunt, and taking the hint, he put his mouth on the front of my jeans. I moaned and leaned my head back. He bit at me, then slid his hands under my shirt, playing with my breasts which were swollen with anticipation.

He stood and lifted me off the table, carrying me three steps to the bed at the rear of the RV. He laid me on the stark white sheets, unbuttoned my jeans and slid them off. He ran his hands along the length of my legs and across my tight stomach, sending shivers up my spine. He undid my bra and rubbed my breasts lightly, pinched and pulled my nipples. His mouth and hands went to my pussy, first on top of my silk panties and then exploring underneath. He stopped abruptly.

"You don't shave?" 

I shook my head and bit my lip. He looked surprised. The teenage girls he had fucked previously must have all shaved their little pink, inexperienced pussies. This was not going to stop us.

Brazenly, I said, "I guess you'll have to shave it for me." Even I wasn't sure I meant this.

He shook his head.

"I want you to eat me. To do that, you want me to be shaved. Since I'm going to be tied up, I won't be able to do it myself. Therefore, you'll shave for me." I smiled, and like a Pavlovian dog, the wetness between my legs spilled onto his white sheets at the thought of being tied up.

"Tied up?" His face went bright red but the bulge in his pants grew huge. "I, I don't know..."

I pointed to his head. "You obviously have practice. You must be good at it. I trust you." I stretched my hands above my head, my long, lean body on full display. I knew I was irresistible and he'd do whatever I asked. Just needed a little coaxing. I held my wrists there for him to bind. "Find something for my wrists," I instructed.

He walked away and I heard rustling noises in the front of the trailer. He came back with two neckties. "OK?"

I nodded and whimpered. He knelt on the bed, hovering over my body, securing me to the bedposts. I dug my heels into the bed. The thought of being helpless while his hands wielded a steel blade on my tender, pink flesh drove me insane. "Oh, god." 

He tugged at his work and, satisfied that I couldn't free myself, he ran his tongue from my neck to my clit, then stuck his hand in the front of his pants to adjust his rock hard dick. He poured water from a gallon jug on the kitchen table into a small cup and rummaged around in the bathroom for a disposable razor. "I don't have any shaving cream. Are you sure?"

"No."

"Too bad," he said. 

He was learning. 

He placed his wet, thick tongue on my throbbing pussy and I grabbed fistfuls of sheets. "For lubrication," he said.

He took the razor to me gingerly, biting his lip and squinting in concentration with each precise stroke, his hand quivering. He started on one side and drew the cold metal up toward my belly in one jagged pull. It hurt like hell, burning like a million little bee stings. He rinsed the razor in the cup of water and started on the other side. The cold water made the blade feel like a singular attack on my pussy. With each stroke, his confidence grew and he moved more swiftly, seeming to enjoy his work. I watched helplessly as the coarse, curly hairs were methodically removed from my body by his increasingly capable hands. The whole ordeal lasted twenty minutes, twenty excrutiatingly wonderful minutes, interrupted only by kisses to my lips, both the ones on my face and the ones he was shaving. I resisted the urge to free my wrists from their bondage. Still, through the pain, the wet spot on his sheets around my sex grew larger and larger.

When he was mercifully through, he stood and admired his work. "Perfect," he said, and he slapped it with an open palm, a tiny pink imprint left in its wake. I winced. I was able to lift my head off the sheets just enough to admire his handiwork. He had left a thin strip in front, in the shape of a "V," but otherwise I was clean and smooth. Small beads of blood formed in the most tender places. Tears welled in my eyes. 

"Does it hurt?" 

I nodded. "Pleasure and pain."

He moved slowly toward me, his tongue dancing as he lapped at the blood on my newly shaved pussy. "I'm sorry," he whispered. 

He sucked on me, licking my clit in slow, glorious strokes, finger fucking me with first one finger, then two, then three. I wriggled on the bed, lifting my hips, begging him to use his mouth. He placed his hot tongue on my clit and moved it in a circular motion, then exhaled hot air into my open, waiting cunt. He thrust his tongue in and out of my dripping pussy. When I came, I came hard and fast, my legs shaking uncontrollably, my feet stretched and pushing against the bed, my wrists still painfully secured above my head. He licked and lapped at my cum until I lay flat on the bed, gasping for breath.

He moved toward my face, stopping to lick my belly, to kiss my neck, his hands all over me. "You have an amazing body," he said as he rubbed his rough head over my taut stomach. He hovered over my face forever, looking at me. Finally he stuck his tongue in my mouth, probing and sucking. He reached up and released my wrists. My hands went to his head immediately, feeling his clean, shaved surface, running over it gratefully. I moved my hands from his head to my cunt, feeling my own clean, shaved surface, running over it gratefully. 

"You like?" He asked.

I purred.

I placed my hand on the front of his jeans, bulging with his erect cock. I unbuttoned his pants and slid them off, letting them drop onto the floor. I knelt before him on the carpet and guided him to stand in front of me.

He stood before me still in his boxers, which were tented by his hard dick. I tugged at them until they fell around his ankles and his penis wagged in my face. I took it into my warm soft mouth and slid the shaft in agonizingly slowly until it hit the back of my throat and I gagged. He moaned low and deep and grabbed a handful of my hair. I slid it out, smoothly in one long pull. He closed his eyes, grabbed onto the dresser, leaned back and swore. "Mother fucker."

"Indeed."

I grabbed his hot, full balls in my hand and caressed them, slid his cock back into my throat, and squeezed his ball sac---hard. He squealed. In and out, in and out, squeeze and release, squeeze and release, until he grabbed my hair and pulled me back until only the tip of his penis remained in my willing mouth.

In a barely audible whisper he begged, "I can't hold it."

I slammed my face down on his cock in that instant and he came so hard that it hit the back of my throat like a bullet, hot and bitter. I was forced back, my knees burning against the carpet. I struggled not to swallow the mouthful he offered---I had other plans. I gently released his dick from my mouth and he groaned and tipped backward.

I stood before him and put my mouth on his, pressing my naked body against him. I kissed him hard with my full mouth closed, and then tried to push my tongue through his clamped lips. His face froze. His whole body froze. I realized immediately that he'd never tasted his own milky hot cum. That wouldn't do. I fought against him as he resisted my lips, my probing tongue. I grabbed his balls again and he clenched. I increased my pressure until the pain was too great and he gave in, his eyes closed while he stood on tip toes. He accepted my tongue and I stroked his neck like a dog until he swallowed, then he moved his tongue into my mouth for more. We shared the juices of his manhood, slurping and sucking until I felt his cock grow hard against my thigh again. 

"Now what?" He whispered.

I shrugged.

"I want to fuck you so bad it hurts."

Saying nothing, I bent over the tiny Formica table in the kitchen. My impossibly long legs were stretched and toned as I stood on the balls of my feet, inviting him into my hole. My small breasts were aroused and shown in the moonlight like two perfect peaks. I turned my freshly shaved pussy in his direction so that he could once again admire his work, the smell of sex filling the tiny trailer, my hair pulled back from my face. I pinched each of my nipples until they were firm and pink, and beckoned him with my index finger.

He stood behind me, his dick rubbing against my tight asshole, his fingers exploring both of my holes. I knew he wasn't ready for any ass action, but I would be satisfied with his hard cock filling my pussy. We could do more next time. 

He slipped three fingers from one hand into my pussy while the other hand worked my clit in tight, hard circles. He pressed hard and pushed over and over as I threw my head back and cried out, my hair spilling across my shoulders. The wet dripped from me and he leaned down more than once to lick it from my thighs. When I was about to cum, when I stood on tiptoes and moaned, he pumped me full of his long, erect cock, slamming my legs into the Formica table, bruising them. Over and over he pushed his dick farther and farther into me, lifting me off the floor, until we both came, our bodies trembling in unison. 

He pulled himself out of me and I sat before him on the shaggy red carpet to clean the cum from his dick with my mouth. In return, he ate me one last time, kneeling before me as I had knelt before him, my swollen pussy pulsing and begging. He slapped my clit, licked my shaved pussy and finger fucked me. Unbelievably, I came one last time.

"Are you sure you're somebody's mother?" He asked as he lay back on the bed, his beautiful abs glistening in sweat.

I looked for my underwear, but couldn't find it. I didn't fucking care. I nodded. I paused as I pulled my jeans up over my brand new pussy to admire it. How was I going to explain that to my husband? 

"I am. I am three somebody's mother."

"You're the best fuck I ever had."

I slipped my shirt over my head and held my bra in my hand, turning the door knob to leave.

"Wait." He called.

I stopped.

"If you give me a few minutes, I think I can go again." 



Trailer Trash Ch. 01



Note from Slick: A lot of you enjoyed the "TOMBOY" series and have asked for me to write another story that included sports and some romance. This story starts slow so if you are looking for instant sex go elsewhere. All rights reserved. 

*

The school bus was about five minutes early and had just pulled up to the bus stop when Emily Miller exited her modest mobile home located about half-way down Jacob hollow. "Wait! Wait!" she screamed as she held the four books in her arms while running full speed down the dirt road. Today was the big math final that she had to take in order to have a high enough grade score average to get into Black Mountain State. "WAIT!"

Only the dust cloud and exhaust smell from the tailpipe remained behind the bus when Emily finally made it to the bus stop. She knew the next bus stop was almost a half a mile down the road next to her uncle's house. With grit and determination she took off running knowing that she could run the distance in about four minutes. 

"There she comes," Maggie Miller yelled when she saw her first cousin running after the bus. 

"Should we tell the bus driver?" Paul Miller asked her sister. 

"Na, I'll bet you a buck she won't make it," Margie said holding up a dollar bill. 

"I'll take that bet," Jimmy Davis yelled. Kids were now pushing down the aisle watching Emily gaining ground. 

Suddenly the bus started slowing down way before the next stop. 

"What are you doing!" Maggie yelled towards the bus driver. 

"There's a dog in the road," Rufus shouted. 

"WELL RUN OVER IT!" Maggie cried out. 

Emily saw the bus stopping and turned on her afterburners. "SHU DOG!" 

Rufus opened the door and Emily dashed up the steps to a standing applause. 

"Give me my dollar!" Jimmy said as he jerked it from Maggie's hand. 

"Hey that's my lunch money!" Maggie jumped over two seats not caring that her short skirt rode high over her basic white panties. 

Around the curves and up and down the slopes the bus made its weekday trip to the city about seven miles from Jacob Creek. At the top of the large hill sat the high priced estates that looked down upon Glendale. The Jacob Creek kids stared at the manicured lawn daydreaming that it was their house and the sporty red convertible sitting in the driveway belonged to them. 

Emily saw the familiar stop sign and knew the bus would be very shortly passing his house. She pushed over one of the younger kids to stare at the front door hoping Brandon would be leaving just at that moment. 

"Why do you torture yourself?" Maggie said from across the aisle. "Hillers don't go out with Creekers." 

Although Emily and Maggie were first cousins they might as well had been sisters. They spent most of their evenings and weekends together since........well....since they could remember. 

"Hush, there he is," Emily said as her eyes lit up and a huge smile formed across her lips. 

*****

"Don't worry I'll pick up the dry cleaning!" Brandon yelled as he grabbed his car keys and headed out the door. He glanced quickly at the large yellow school bus driving by and saw her face again. He tried to remember her name but it escaped him. He knew she was a creeker and had her in a few of his classes the past few years at Glendale High but until the past month didn't know she existed. It was almost a month ago when he and his football buddies sat in the bleachers watching the girls taking gym class. 

"Look Coach James is setting them up for a race," Bud Young laughed. "This ought to be funny." 

Brandon saw his girlfriend Missy waving up at him but he quickly looked the other way. His parents had set them up a year ago because her father was the mayor and it would possibly help his father's construction company if he went out with their daughter. 

"Do you think Missy will blow them away?" Bud asked his friend. "I know I can't catch her in a foot race." 

Brandon looked down the line of girls and saw one of them looking up towards them. She smiled and blushed when they made eye contact. "I'll take the third girl from the left," he said. 

"GO!" Coach James yelled. Suddenly twelve girls took off around the quarter mile track stretching around the football field. Missy quickly took the lead and was about four body lengths ahead of the others when she looked up at Brandon and waved. 

*****

Emily was blocked in by two girls, which squeezed towards the inside track. She looked up ahead and saw Missy Johnson's dark brown ponytail flapping as she built a sizeable lead. She knew Missy was going out with her heartthrob and even though she didn't have a chance with him she wasn't going to let a Hiller beat her in a race. 

"Look's like your girl is lagging behind," Bud laughed as he slapped Brandon on his back. 

"There's still a half to go," he said jokingly. Even he had trouble beating Missy. 

"Look she's dropping out," Bud laughed when he saw Emily suddenly stop to let the crowd go by. "I guess you picked the wrong girl." 

*****

Emily couldn't go forward or to the right and the left was not an option so she did the only thing she could do to get free. She glanced behind her and saw a space and suddenly stopped and watch as the group of girl's raced by. 

"Now we got a fair race," she thought as she smiled and took off around the outside of the crowd. Running on the outside track increased the distance but it didn't bother Emily any. 

*****

Bud had lost interest in the race and had turned around facing the other way when Brandon whispered, "You want to bet any money on Missy?"

"Sure, Ten bucks," Bud said smiling thinking his pal had gone wacko. 

"Deal," Brandon smiled as all the guys turned to see Emily flying around the bunch. 

"Damn!" Bud exclaimed as he watched the short hair blonde gain ground on Missy who had not looked back for sometime. "RUN MISSY RUN!" 

Missy smiled up at the guys again and heard Bud yelled something. She just smiled and saw him pointing behind her. She was smiling when she turned to see one of the Creeker girls only two paces behind. The smile turned to panic as she looked for Coach James who was a quarter the way around. No one had ever beaten her in a race since the third grade and she was the one offered a scholarship for track. Her chin rose upward as she pumped her arms to get more speed. Normally she paced herself in a quarter mile race but the footsteps behind her were getting louder and louder. 

The cheerleaders stopped practicing as did the band. The whispers turned into loud words as the whole stadium was watching the two girls approach the finish line. 

Sweat poured from Missy's face as her breathing labored. Her mouth was gapped wide for oxygen. Just a bit more she thought. "I'm going to win again," was her thought when out of the corner of her eye she saw some movement. Her legs were like rubber when the other girl's body blew by her. At the finish line Coach James pushed the button on his stopwatch as Emily ran by. Missy made it to the coach and grabbed her knees in exhaustion. 

"YES!" Brandon yelled. "Ten bucks pal." 

The crowd of girls made it to the finish line and watched as Emily Miller made another lap. She didn't even look winded. 

"A victory lap," Maggie whispered and giggled to the other Creekers. When Emily made it back to the bunch the Creeker girls were waiting and cheering. 

Emily looked for Missy but the girl had already left the field. 

"Emily right?" Coach James asked as he walked over to her. 

"Yes sir," she said politely. 

"Where have you been for the past three years?" 

"Here sir." 

"My god girl why haven't you come out for track? Do you know you almost tied the state record?" 

"I live on Jacob Creek sir. I can't stay after school because I won't have a ride home if I miss the bus." 

"Hell, I'll make sure you get a ride home," Errol James smiled. "You know with times like the one you just had you wouldn't have any problems getting a scholarship." 

Emily heard his words but they didn't comprehend. "A scholarship?" 

Errol looked at the old worn-out sneakers she was wearing. "Do you have any running shoes?" 

"Running shoes?" Emily only had an old dirty pair of sneakers and a nice pair of dress shoes for Sunday services. 

"What is your shoe size?" 

"I.......uh....don't know." The shoes she was wearing were given to her by her aunt and they didn't have a size in them. 

"You look to be about a size seven so I'll see if I can find you a pair. "Stop by my office in the gym before you finish your last class." 

"But sir, I'm not sure if I can be on the team," she blushed. Emily's father was real strict about where she could go and not go. "I have to ask my father first." 

"I understand. If you want I could come by your house and speak to him." 

Emily was ashamed of living in a mobile home because she had heard all the Hiller's remarks about the trailer trash Creekers before. "No........I mean I'll talk to him tonight." 

"Great. By the way where did you learn to run like that?" 

She smiled for the first time. "I run my dogs every night for about two miles. They used to be able to beat me." 

"Maybe I need to get me some dogs," Errol laughed. 

*****

"She was lucky," Missy said to her two girlfriends Allison and Brandy. "She snuck up on me and if I had known she was coming I would have taken off earlier." She smiled when she saw her boyfriend walking down the bleacher stairs towards her. 

"Hi," Brandon smiled. For the first time his girlfriend had lost a race and maybe now he wouldn't have to keep hearing about how great she was. "Tough race." 

"She caught me by surprise," Missy frowned. "I'll get her next time if she even shows up in gym class anymore." 

"Well from the conversation Coach James had with her a few minutes ago I think you have a new teammate." 

"No way," Brandy said. "A Creeker on our team. Can't we vote her off?" 

"I think it's the coach's decision," Brandon grinned. "Besides she might be the piece of the puzzle you need to get the State Championship this year." 

"You don't think I can bring it home?" Missy said as she picked up her books and handed them to him to carry. 

"You can't do it all," Brandon answered. "Why don't you all give her a chance?" 

"Yuck........A Creeker........get real," Allison said while putting her index finger in her mouth like she was going to gag. 

***** 

Emily saw her friends up high in the bleachers after she walked away from Coach James. Maggie was the first to run down the twelve steps to hug her. "You did it! You beat Little Miss Perfect." 

"Shhh," Emily whispered before turning and glancing down at Missy surrounded by her entourage which included Brandon. "I'm going to have to watch my back as it is." 

"I got your back," Maggie grinned. Being the youngest kid with three older brothers she could hold her own with the best of them. Maggie peeked down as well and saw Brandon looking up at them and smiling. 

"He's looking at you," Maggie whispered. 

"No he's not," Emily gasped. "He doesn't even know my name." 

"I bet he will pretty soon," Maggie giggled. 

*****

It was fourth period after her math exam when Emily finally had enough time to get to the coaches office. She tapped lightly on the door but he did not answer it. Another teacher walked by. 

"Can I help you?" Colleen Drake asked. 

"I....uh...was...looking for Coach James." 

Suddenly the door opened and he stood there smiling. "Emily....come on in. I was hoping you would make it." 

Emily held her notebook and chemistry book to her chest as she followed him back into his tiny office. 

"Here..........try these on," Errol said while handing her a nice pair of Nike running shoes. 

"Uh....I can't take those.....they look new." 

"They are new and you can take them. I normally get a few free pairs of sports shoes every year from Sports World for times like this." 

Emily knew he meant charity cases but wasn't going to turn down a chance to get some real running shoes. She smiled as she took them from his hands and slipped off her worn sneakers. After pulling on the right on and seeing it fit perfectly she quickly slipped on the second one. "These are really nice." 

"They are yours." 

"But my father may not let me be on the team," she said sadly while standing on them and jumping up and down a few times. 

"Never-the-less they are yours," he grinned. Errol had always felt bad for the kids from Jacob Creek because of the ridicule they received from the Hillers and even from some of the teachers. "We have our regular pre-season practice starting next Monday so I hope your father says yes." 

"Me too," she grinned. She sat back down to take them off but he stopped her. 

"Wear them to make sure they fit OK." 

Again her eyes lit up and her smile went from ear to ear. "Thank you sir." 

"Please call me Coach," Errol grinned. 

*****

Missy could see the kids whispering as she walked through the hallways later. For the first time in her life other kids were taking about her in a negative way and she didn't like it. 

"What is that girl's name?" She whispered to Allison as they waited near the gym. Allison had told Missy that she had seen the girl go into the coach's office. 

"Trailer Trash," Allison giggled. 

"TT," Missy smiled. Suddenly Brandy turned. "Here she comes." 

Emily was so excited to be wearing the new shoes her eyes were looking downward so when she turned the corner she didn't see Missy until she ran into her. "OHHH!" Emily bounced backwards when Missy's body shoved forward. "Sorry." 

"You are sorry," Missy grinned as she glanced down at the girl's cut-off denim shorts and loose tee shirt. "Don't you know we have a dress code in this school?" 

Emily's face turned red with anger but she knew from pass history that if a Creeker and Hiller got into a fight it would always be the Creekers fault. She stared into the other girl's hateful eyes as she moved up to her. "Don't press your luck." 

Brandy and Allison moved up behind Missy. "And what are you going to do?" Missy asked. 

None of them saw Maggie's body as it moved quietly and with purpose behind both Brandy and Allison. "Are these girls giving you a hard time?" 

Brandy and Allison quickly moved to the side thinking it was a teacher behind them but smiled when they saw the shorter but stockier girl. "Is this your little sister?" 

Emily saw Maggie clinch her fists and knew she was seconds away from pounding them so she moved into Missy pushing her aside and took Maggie's hand. "Come on it's starting to really smell in here." 

"Bitch," Missy said just loud enough for Emily to hear. It was then she noticed the newer running shoes. 

*****

Brandon sat on the first bench in the Chemistry class with Bud as they heard the bell signifying the class to start. Old man Johnson looked over his bifocals. "OK, everyone read experiment 14 and get started." 

It was a couple of minutes later when the door opened causing everyone to look up. 

"I'm sorry I'm late," Emily said to Mr. Johnson. "I was with Coach James." 

"Next time tell your coach that being late is inexcusable." 

"Yes sir," she said while looking down and moving past Brandon's bench. She had been afraid that if she looked at him that he would be able to see how much she liked him. For three years and six months he had never said a word to her until now. 

"Nice race." 

Emily gulped and peeked up into his handsome face and brown eyes. "Tha.......thanks." Her heart was fluttering as she moved to the back bench to sit next to Maggie. 

"What's wrong with you?" Maggie asked after Emily dropped all of her books on the floor. 

"Shut-up," she whispered. 

Brandon had noticed her many times before except she had been so shy that he didn't think she really wanted to talk to him. She definitely was very cute and had a nice body but what he liked about her was her smile. Especially when she sat on the school bus as it passed his house. 

It was about ten minutes into the class when Emily noticed Mr. Johnson walk up to her bench. "Ms. Miller. I would like for you to change benches with Mr. Samuels." 

Emily had to think for a minute about just who Mr. Samuels was. She knew most of the kids by their first names. It wasn't until she saw Bud walking behind the teacher. Panic sat in quickly because she knew Bud was Brandon's partner. "But, we have already started the experiment." 

"I think we need to change partners once in a while because I know certain students do most of the work." He glared at Maggie. 

"Hey, I get the supplies for her," Maggie grinned. Maggie wasn't upset because she had thought that Bud was cute. 

Emily gulped and picked up her notebook and chemistry book. She moved around Bud to allow him to take her seat and looked to the front of the room at Brandon who was turned on his seat smiling at her. She suddenly realized that he had asked for her to be his lab partner. 

"My name is Brandon," he said holding out his strong hand. 

"I know," she snapped back at him. After placing her notebook on the bench she looked at the way he had his experiment and noticed it was wrong. "That's not going to work." 

Brandon smiled because he had asked Mr. Johnson before the class started to change his partner with someone who knew what was going on. Of all his subjects he was about to fail chemistry and needed some help because it would prevent him from getting his football scholarship. "Will you help me get it right?" 

"Sure," she smiled at him for the first time not on a school bus. "This tubing comes from the condenser top and goes to the trap." 

"What's wrong with the way I have it?" 

"It will probably build up pressure and explode," she giggled. 

"Oh," he grinned. "So you just saved my life and now I owe you." 

Emily thought he was serious. "You really don't owe me." 

"I owe you $10," he said laughing. 

"What?" 

"I'll tell you after class," he said smiling. For the first time in a long time Brandon felt excited being with a girl. As she pulled the tubing off and reattached it correctly he looked at her soft lips and blue eyes. 

"Don't," she whispered as her fingers tried to push the tubing on the bottom of the condenser. 

"Don't what?" He grinned. 

"Don't look at me." 

"Sorry," he grinned before turning around and looking at his notebook. For the next ten minutes they drew the piping layout and then called Mr. Johnson over to look at it. 

"Mr. Walsh. You just might pass this chemistry class yet." 

After the teacher turned to walk away Brandon reached over and placed his hand on her which was on the bench. "Thank you." 

Emily saw his hand on hers and felt him gently rub across it. It was too much for her little heart to take so she quickly jerked it away. 

"Sorry," Brandon whispered looking disappointed. "I shouldn't have." 

Emily wanted to grab his hand in hers but knew someone in the class would make sure Missy knew about it. Being on a track team where the captain hated her guts was bad enough. Lucky for her the bell sounded and class was over. She grabbed her stuff and almost ran from the room. It was ten minutes later as she waited for the school bus when Maggie strolled up to her. 

"So are you panties wet?" She whispered. 

"God Maggie you are so gross sometimes," Emily whispered back. 

"I saw him touch your hand." 

"Really?" Emily smiled. "I thought I was dreaming it. How did you and Bud get along?" 

"Not bad really," Maggie grinned. "You know once you get to know him he's pretty funny and even nice. So what do you think your father will say about you being on the track team?" 

"He'll say the same thing as always. EMILY YOU DON'T NEED TO BE DOING THINGS IN SCHOOL BESIDES READING, WRITING, AND ARITHMATIC." She said loudly trying to imitate his voice. 




Trailer Trash Ch. 01



Word was already out in the school that Emily had beaten Missy in a race as well as the fact that Brandon won $10 on the race. Emily smiled when Maggie told her. 

"So that's why he owes me $10," Emily thought as the bus moved through the rich neighborhood and then down the hill towards Jacob Creek. 

*****

Missy was the last person in school to know that Brandon had bet against her in the race. She waited angrily at his black mustang convertible as he walked down the long steps from the gym to the parking area. 

"Hi babe," he said smiling while moving his lips forward to kiss her. But Missy was ready for it and slung her open hand around until it flattened hard against his un-expecting face. "SMACK!" 

"Shit! What was that for?" He asked as he rubbed the red skin. 

"YOU BET AGAINST ME TODAY!" 

"That fuckin' BUD!" He grumbled. "I didn't bet until Emily had passed you." 

"EMILY! You know her name?" 

"Missy it was just a gym class race. Everyone knows you are faster than her." He tried to pull her compact body into his but she forcefully shoved him back. 

"I didn't lose the race. She cheated by hiding back until my head was turned. I can beat her any day of the week." 

"I know," he said feeling her arms fall to her sides. He moved his hands down her lower back until he felt the rise of her round buttocks. "My parents won't be home tonight if you want to stop by." Missy had been promising him that they could go all the way if the conditions were right. 

"I have my period," she said lying. "Why don't you call Emily?" She huffed before turning and walking over to her BMW coup. 

*****

Emily hid the new shoes and was sitting at the kitchen table when her father got home. Jim Miller had hit on some rough times the past few years. His wife had left him for another man and he had lost his job at the refinery where he was the supervisor of the men who operated the big equipment. After the bank took their modest house he finally got a job at the post office. The only bright thing in his life was his daughter who had not given up on him. "Hi sugar." 

"Hi Daddy," she smiled as she jumped into his arms for a hug and light kiss on his cheek. "I made you your favorite." 

Jim glanced at the stove and saw the large steel pot which meant he was going to have Pot Roast tonight. "Finally something went right with me today." 

After serving him the pot roast and cooked carrots she moved to the chair across from him. "Daddy you know I want to go to college right and I think I have the grades for a partial scholarship to Black Mountain State." 

Jim sighed and wiped his mouth. "A partial scholarship won't be enough baby. "I've used all of our savings just to buy this pre-fabricated home and lot." 

"I know but.........I have some......really-really....good news." She hesitated when he looked up at her. 

"Well?" 

"The track coach saw me running today in gym class and......." She gulped. "He thinks I'm good enough to get a full track scholarship." 

What she had just said didn't surprise him because he had seen her running with the dogs the past few months. As much as he wanted to say no he knew it was because he was being selfish and didn't want her to leave him alone. "Isn't track practice after school? How will you get home?" 

"The coach said not to worry about it." 

Jim smiled. "Are you sure he isn't just trying to get another body on the team?"

"No............he timed me today and said my time was close to the state record." 

"Let me think about it tonight and I'll leave you a note tomorrow morning on the table." He normally left for work an hour before she even woke up. However the next morning she was wide awake when she heard the door open and close and his truck start up. After sprinting down the narrow hallway to the kitchen she stopped and frowned when she saw the table empty. She was about to turn around and go back to her bedroom when she noticed a piece of paper on the floor. She smiled when she leaned over to read what was written on it. 

"Never look back." 

"Thank you Daddy." 

*****

Only a small light was on in the rear of Bud's garage as the two boys sipped on a cold can of beer. Brandon had told his friend about his argument with Missy. 

"Sorry man I didn't think the word would get back to her about the bet," Bud said. 

"Actually you might have helped me because things haven't been going so well with her anyway," Brandon added. "My father is going to kill me but I'm going to break up with her." 

"The Mayor's daughter?" Bud laughed. "He'll probably have you arrested." 

"It's all about her," Brandon sighed. "All Missy talks about is her life and how great a runner she is."

"Does this have anything to do with the Creeker girl?" 

"Her name is Emily," Brandon said seriously "You know she is really smart in Chemistry. How are you doing with her friend?" 

"She's not as smart but she had me laughing pretty much the whole class. You know talking to a Creeker was a lot of fun because she was not so much into her appearance or clothes." 

"How would you like to go on a double date this weekend?" 

"Holy shit. You're serious about breaking up with Missy. Please do it somewhere where I can see it happen." 

"I don't think so. So do you want to go on a double date or what?" 

"Well hell yes. I hear the Creeker girls all fuck and give damn good blowjobs." 

"If you make any bad remark about Creeker girls in front of Emily I'll kick your ass." 

"Me?" 

*****

Missy had just rolled out of her bed when she heard her maid call for her. She opened the bedroom door and said, "What do you want Marie?" 

"Mr. Brandon is here to see you!" 

"He probably wants to apologize," Missy thought. "Tell him I'll be down in a few minutes!" She quickly ran into her bathroom and combed her hair and gargled. A few minutes later she strolled down the stairs. "Here to say you are sorry?" 

Brandon shook his head and held out his hand. In it was her class ring. "I don't want to go out with you anymore." He had thought of other ways to tell her but decided she would only understand a direct approach. 

Missy stopped about three feet from him and looked at the ring. Never had any boy broken up with her before. "You're joking right?" 

"I'm not joking Missy. Neither one of us is happy so this is the best way." 

Steam built up in Missy's body and anger quickly escaped. "Oh no. You are not breaking up with me. She slapped his open hand causing her ring to fly onto the floor and then swung her other hand up to again slap his face. However his time he was ready for it and grabbed her wrist. 

"We're finished." As he held her wrist he grabbed her necklace and pulled it and his class ring over her head. "I'll give you the necklace back in school today." He turned and left the speechless girl in shock. 

A few seconds later she realized what had just happened. 

Brandon jumped into his black convertible and was backing out when she ran from the large mansion out onto the large lawn. "Brandon wait!" But he just pulled down his sun glasses and drove away. 

*****

Emily and Maggie knew something was up when their school bus pulled into the large drop off area. Kids were all standing around in clusters whispering about something. Not being shy Maggie moved into one of the groups and spoke to them. A few minutes later she caught up with Emily who had started walking to her locker. 

"Em.......slow down," Maggie giggled. "You are not going to believe what I just heard." 

"What?" Emily asked. She had more important things on her mind than gossip. 

"Brandon broke up with Missy." 

Emily stopped in her tracks. "Are you sure?" 

"Oh yes, everyone knows about it." 

"God she is really going to hate me now," Emily thought. But at the same time she realized Brandon was a free man. A tiny smile started gradually on her face and by the time she made it to her locker it was a full blown grin. As she grabbed out her Economics' text book she felt someone tap her on her shoulder. She turned expecting it to be Maggie and looked up into Brandon's eyes. 

"Uh......hi...," he grinned. "I......uh..was wondering if.....you would like to go out with me this weekend." 

Emily heard his words but they didn't make any sense. Her mind was cluttered with so much emotion and excitement that she couldn't even talk. "Agghh.........go........uhhh.......out?" 

"I broke up with Missy his morning." 

"I........uh....heard," she said sweating and feeling flush. "You want to go out with me?" 

He smiled. "Yes." 

"I.........uh...uh....guess so." Her heart was beating so hard she knew he could hear it pounding in her chest. 

"You guess so?" he repeated. "I know we really don't know each other very well but........actually Bud is asking Maggie out as we speak. Maybe we could go on a double date." 

Emily looked down the long hallway and saw Bud and Maggie talking by her locker. "Yes." She smiled. 

"Great," he smiled back at her. "I can come by your house and pick you up around 7:00PM tomorrow night." 

Emily panicked realizing she didn't want him to see that she lived in a pre-fab home. "It might be better if you pick us up at the gas station at the bottom of the hill." 

"Uh..........OK," Brandon said. "Bud and I will pick you two up at 7:00PM. If Maggie agrees." 

"Oh she will," Emily added. 

"See you in Chemistry," he said before turning and walking away. 

Emily had not noticed two girls who were standing in listening range who were now whispering and giggling. She wanted to ask them to please not say anything but she knew it was hopeless. She closed her locker and walked down towards Maggie and Bud. 

"Good morning Bud," Emily grinned. She stopped short when she noticed Maggie's hand in his. 

"So I hope you said yes," Bud grinned. 

"Yes I said yes. Brandon has the details." Emily replied. 

"See you later," Bud whispered to Maggie as he leaned forward and gently kissed her softly on her lips. He turned and moved away. 

"What was that?" Emily said when he got out of hearing distance. 

"What?" 

"Yesterday he doesn't know you and today you are holding hands and kissing." 

"We didn't really kiss," Maggie giggled. "That's tomorrow night." 

"Jesus Maggie. He's going to think you are easy." 

"Maybe I am," she giggled. 

*****

"That tramp," Missy said to Brandy in the girls' locker room before gym class started. "She must have promised him sex or something." 

"That's right. Why would he break up with you unless she promised him she would fuck him?" 

"Just make sure everyone knows," Missy smiled as the other girls walked into the locker room to change into their gym shorts and tee shirts. 

*****

Emily had seen and heard the other kids whispering when she walked by or into the early morning classes. Most of them were supportive but a few Hillers pushed up their noses when they saw her. It didn't bother her until she walked into the locker room and Maggie walked up to her. 

"The rumor is that you promised Brandon that you will fuck him. Missy must have started it." 

Emily quickly glanced over Maggie's shoulder at Missy who was surrounded by four other Hiller girls and started walking her way. 

"You take Missy and I'll take the others," Maggie whispered with clinched fists. 

But Emily had noticed something about Missy. As she moved up to her Missy backed up expecting the Creeker to punch her. Missy knew she could get thrown out of school if she hit the Mayor's daughter. 

Instead Emily smiled and leaned over. "Where is Brandon's ring?" 

Missy's hand moved up automatically to touch it but she realized it was gone. "You're a whore." 

"You're a poor loser," Emily smiled as she turned and walked to her locker. 

Maggie stayed close to Emily while she took off her denim shorts and sweatshirt. The two got dressed and headed out to the track. 

Coach James had the girls lining up again to get another chance at seeing if Emily was just lucky the last time. He knew Missy was upset but figured it would make her put in more training hours and to get into better shape if Emily could provide some competition. 

"Hold up," the coach said when Emily ran out onto the track. Once she was in line he took out his stopwatch. "Once around the track again like yesterday." 

Missy glared down the line at Emily as she took her starting stance. There was no way the Creeker was going to beat her again. Her eyes roamed up into the bleachers where she saw Brandon and Bud as well as half the school who had turned out to see if Missy could lose two races in two days. 

Emily smiled at the other girl and wiggled her toes in her new track shoes. Next to her was Brandy who whispered, "You're going to lose today whore." 

"Well see," Emily whispered back. 

"Ready, on your marks............GO!" Coach James screamed. 

Missy broke away quickly and put every ounce of her speed in order to get to the front. She wanted to get a big lead because she had seen Emily's speed at the end. 

Again Emily found herself trapped in the pile of runners with Brandy squeezing her into the pack. As she moved back again to let the pack go by so did Brandy. Emily was not ready as Brandy's elbow smacked her in her chest causing stars in her eyes from the pain. "OWWWL!" For a moment she lost her breath and even had to pull up for a second. By now Missy was way out in front and even catching the pack would be tough but Emily was not a quitter. 

Missy peeked back and saw Brandy giving her the thumbs up. They had talked about roughing up the slut and it seemed to be working. 

"Shit did you see that?" Brandon asked Bud when he saw Brandy elbow Emily causing her to stop running. "They are ganging up on her." 

Others also saw it and most of the Creekers booed. Coach James saw it as well but was more interested in what Emily was going to do. More than half the race was over when Missy crossed the halfway point. Suddenly the people in the stands were standing and cheering as Emily turned on her afterburners and quickly closed in on the pack. 

Maggie had stayed in the pack and didn't know what had happened until she looked back to see Brandy and Emily behind them. She was pissed but waited until Brandy moved back up behind the pack waiting for Emily once more. 

"Come on bitch," Brandy laughed as Emily's long strides moved her up close to her. As Brandy swung her body to the side to slam into Emily she suddenly tripped over something and went face downward on the track. 

Emily smiled at Maggie and jumped over Brandy's prone body. "Go get her," Maggie yelled. 

Emily blew by the pack and saw Missy had about a ten person lead as they passed the ¾ point. She heard the people yelling but didn't know they were cheering for her until she saw Brandon jumping up and down. "GO EMILY!" 

Because Missy jumped out so quickly her body was quickly draining of its energy. Her eyes looked ahead at Coach James who had the stop watch in his hand. With all of her last bit of effort she made it to him just before Emily blew by her on the outside. "I WON!" She screamed. But no one was clapping. She was breathing rapid as she turned to the stands to see them rooting for her but they were all looking at Emily who continued running around the track again. "Coach..........I won," she directed at Coach James who was also watching Emily. 

Emily was disappointed she had not beaten Missy but was thrilled that most of them were cheering for her. She continued the run around the track and as she once again crossed the finished line the cheers were deafening. Embarrassed she gave everyone a slight wave of her hand and moved over to the fence where Brandon, Bud and Maggie stood. "I guess I lost." 

"No, I think you are the big winner today," Maggie giggled. They looked at Missy who stood alone in the middle of the track. 

"Do you know you ran the mile in about six minutes?" Coach James asked when he walked up to her. 

"Sorry," Emily answered. "I think I can do better than that." She knew she didn't go all out the last lap. 

As they all walked from the track back to gym Maggie and Bud walked ahead of Brandon and Emily holding hands. Emily was nervous walking like this next to the most popular boy in the school with many kids watching. Her heart almost exploded when he moved his hand down to take hers. She smiled and looked up into his brown eyes. 

Emily had about fifteen minutes to shower before the next class and had wrapped up in a large towel before removing her underwear. She moved into the shower room and saw one of the shower stalls empty. After moving inside and adjusting the water she moved her somewhat tired but very excited naked body under the warm spray. It was about a minute later when her shower curtain opened and a naked Missy stood there looking at her. 

Missy's world had turned upside down in only a matter of about 24 hours. She was not the fastest runner in school anymore and had lost the most popular guy. She knew her body was one of the best if not the very best she had seen in the school so she figured she would let Emily know it as well. After waiting for the Creeker to go into the shower she pulled open the curtain and grinned. Her smile lowered when she saw Emily's full and very firm uplifting breasts with rosy pink nipples. The girl's abs were tight and creamy leading down to a full blonde bush between her firm and smooth thighs. 

"Can I help you?" Emily asked as she turned and displayed what only a few of her girlfriends had ever seen. After hiding it under the baggy clothes Emily was proud now showing it. 

"I.......uh.......thought.....this shower was empty." 

"It's not," Emily said while turning to show Missy her nearly perfectly shaped hips. She heard Missy close her curtains and thought about how Missy had shaven her pubic mound. Emily had read of such things in Cosmopolitan in the library but until now had not seen it. Her fingers parted her thick golden bush and rubbed over her swollen clitoris. For the first time her body was alive and excited. 

*****

It was after school when Maggie ran up to Emily. "I have us a ride home if you want to go shopping." 

Emily normally didn't spend too much of her hard earned money on clothing but this was not a normal time. "Really?" 

"Yes we need something to wear for tomorrow night." 

"I'll call my home and leave a message for Daddy," Emily giggled. An hour later the two girls walked through the mall and up to the Victoria Secret store window. "And why are we looking here?" Emily asked. 

"Well I hear that Brandon only broke up with Missy because you promised you would let him fuck you," Maggie whispered. "So you will need some sexy underwear." 

Emily punched her friend on the shoulder. "Don't even say that as a joke. I won't need sexy underwear because he won't get that far." 

"Too bad," Maggie giggled as she held up a tiny matching set of black panties and a bra. "It's about time we lost our virginities." 

"Speak for yourself," Emily blushed when an older woman who overheard Maggie walked by. Emily too purchased a sexy pink panty and bra set but not as tiny or sheer as Maggie's. After buying a new and tighter blouse Emily and Maggie then headed over to the front of the mall where Maggie's aunt picked them up. 

"I'm in here," Jim yelled when he heard his daughter come home. 

Emily moved into the small living room and put her book bag on the chair. Inside of it were her new clothes that she didn't want him to see. "Hi Daddy." 

"So why the last minute trip to the mall?" 

"Uh.......there's a party tomorrow night and Maggie and I are going to go to. I just wanted something to wear." 

"You look good in anything," Jim grinned. "So show me what you bought." 

"It's just a blouse," Emily lied. "Not much." 




Trailer Trash Ch. 01



"That's OK. I like seeing what you buy," Jim said feeling uneasy about her reaction. 

"I.......uh....have to go to the bathroom," she said as she grabbed her book bag. She tossed it in her bedroom and moved into the bathroom. 

Jim knew he shouldn't do it but he had to see what all the secrecy was about. He jumped from the sofa and quickly moved into her bedroom. After opening the zipper he saw and looked down into the gold Victoria Secret bag and gasped. 

Emily took her time in the bathroom hoping he would forget about looking at the clothing she had purchased. After finishing an article of her teen magazine she flushed, washed her hands and moved outside. She froze when she saw her book bag open and her clothing bags missing. "I can't believe you took my clothing bags," she said as she walked into the living room.

Jim held up the pink bra and panties. "Is there something you want to tell me?" 

Emily thought quickly. "After the party a few of us girls are going to have a slumber party. I..............I mean we all sit around in our underwear and pajamas. Most of my underwear is old and..." Suddenly her eyes teared up and she started to cry. She didn't want to complain to him about her lack of nice clothes because he had lost so much the past few years. 

Jim felt about three inches high. "Oh God I'm such a jerk," he whispered as he hugged her body into his. "I have to remember you are almost a woman now and you should have nice clothing. I wanted to surprise you but I got a promotion at the post office and will be making a lot more money." He reached into his pocket and pulled out a hundred dollar bill. "This is yours." 

"Oh Daddy. I love you so much." Her tears turned to tears of joy. 

***** 

Brandon was sitting in the family room watching TV when he heard his father's voice, "Brandon will you please come up here?" 

"Sure...........what's up?" He asked when he turned the corner only to see Missy's father the Mayor standing there. 

"Mr. Cameron," Brandon said nervously. 

"Hello Brandon," the Mayor said without smiling or offering his hand to shake. 

"The Mayor just told me that you broke up with his daughter," Paul Cook said. 

"Uh.......yes sir.....," he said softly. 

"Well Missy has taken it pretty hard," Mayor Jack Cameron said. "She said you were pretty abrupt and didn't even give her a chance to reconcile any problems you might have thought you two had." 

Brandon wanted to let the pudgy short and bald man have it but he held back because of his father's business. "Sir, things haven't been good for us for quite a while and......" 

"Well I think you owe it to all of us if you would just give her a call and maybe get together this evening," Paul said. 

Brandon couldn't take any more. "You know my dating Missy was arranged in the beginning and it was a mistake then. I'm sorry sir but I think it's best for all of us if we just stop it right now." He turned and moved back down the stairs. A few minutes later he could hear the Mayor speaking loudly and then heard the front door close. His father walked down a few minutes later. 

"You broke up with her because she wouldn't let you fuck her?" 

"That's not it," Brandon said calmly as he gripped the football tightly in both hands. "To be truthful Missy only cares about herself." 

"Well fuck son. What am I going to do about the contracts I have with the city?" 

"I'm sorry Dad but I can't do it any longer." 

"No but you can date some trailer trash girl from Jacob Creek?" 

That was it for Brandon as he rose and stood five inches over his father. "You know I've always been proud of you. Until now." He moved by him and their shoulders smacked firmly together. 

"Me too," Brandon heard his father say as he moved up the stairs. He needed to talk to someone and found his car heading over the hill to Jacob Creek. 

*****

Maggie had just finished her work shift at the gas station when she noticed the black sports car pull up. "Well look at that," she said to the man who was taking the next shift. "I'll help him." 

"Hello," Maggie grinned as she walked up to his car. "Fill er' up?" 

"Oh hi Maggie," Brandon said. "Actually I was looking for Emily." 

"I thought the date was tomorrow night?" Maggie asked suspiciously. 

"It's is but I.........I guess I should just go back up the hill." 

"No...........wait," Maggie said. She knew Emily would kill her if she had sent him away. "Let me give her a call and see if she can see you." Maggie knew Emily was ashamed of her mobile home. 

As Brandon waited in his car Maggie quickly called Emily's cell phone. She answered on the second ring. "Hello." 

"Em........it's me. Brandon is down at the station looking for you." 

"Now?" 

"Yes now. He wants to see you." 

"Oh God," Emily said as she looked at her image in the window next to her bed. "I'm a mess." 

"What do you want me to tell him?" 

"See if he can wait about fifteen minutes. I'll be there as soon as I can." Emily said before hanging up and running into the bathroom. After washing her face and combing her hair she ran back into the bedroom and pulled off her nightshirt. She thought about putting on her new underwear but didn't. A few minutes later she moved into the living room. "Dad I'm going down to Maggie's for a few minutes." 

"What?" Jim asked when she woke him up. "Ok........just don't be too late." He quickly fell back to sleep. 

Emily put her track shoes on and ran down the dirt road about ¾ of a mile. She saw his car when she turned the curve and started walking slowly. When he saw her he moved out of his car and walked up to her. "Thanks for coming out." 

"Is there something wrong?" she asked hoping that he had not gone back with Missy and was breaking their first date. 

"Well.....sorta but...." He looked over his shoulder at Maggie who was standing near them trying to listen. "Can we go somewhere?" 

"Uh......" Emily remembered her father's warnings about getting into a car with someone she really didn't know. "Why don't you leave your car here and we can walk down to the elementary school?" 

"Sure," Brandon answered. He went back into his car and as he parked it next to the garage Maggie ran over to Emily. "What is going on?" 

"I don't know," Emily answered. "He wants to talk?" She lifted her shoulders. 

"Do you want me to follow you?" 

"No, we are just going to the school to talk. I'll be OK." 

Brandon walked back over to the two girls and then walked next to Emily about a ¼ mile away to the school. "Are you OK?" Emily asked. 

Brandon smiled. "I am now. I've found someone who really cares if I'm OK." He realized they were now out of site of the garage and reached down to take her hand in his. "Thanks for coming out tonight." 

"I was bored anyway," Emily grinned. She rubbed her small thumb over the back of his strong hand and felt her body heating up again. A few minutes later she led him to the playground and to the swings. She didn't want to let his hand go but did when she sat in one swing and he in the other. "So welcome to Jacob Creek." 

"I've been here a few times," Brandon grinned. "I never really had much reason until now." 

Emily blushed at his reference to his desire to see her. She wanted to ask him why he was there but waited. Finally after a few quite minutes he said, "Missy's father came by my house tonight." 

"The Mayor?" 

"Yeah........big deal......Mayor of Glendale," Brandon laughed. "She told him that I broke up with her without giving her or us a chance to reconcile our differences." He realized that maybe Emily didn't want to hear about Missy. "I'm sorry. I know Missy is not your favorite person right now." He had heard about their verbal exchange in the locker room. "She shouldn't have said what she said about you." 

"That's OK." Emily smiled. "People who really know me know that it's not true." 

"How come I've..........I mean........we have......never........you know....talked?" 

Emily laughed. "I'm a Creeker and you are a Hiller." 

"I know but I have some friends down here that played on the football team." 

"How many Hiller guys date Creeker girls?" Emily asked. "Or even Hiller girls date Creeker guys?" 

"That's pretty bad isn't it?" 

"It goes both ways," she said as she jumped off the swing and moved over to a wooden bench by the slide. "A lot of my girlfriends wouldn't think of dating a Hiller guy." 

"Why not?" Brandon asked while moving next to her on the bench. 

"Let's see," Emily said as she patted her index finger on her lips. "Hiller guys are conceded, have big egos and are normally into themselves. Did I miss anything?" 

"Uh.........no," he grinned. "Do you think I'm like that?" 

She reached down and took his hand in hers again. "If I did I wouldn't be here right now." Suddenly their eyes locked and their heads moved closer and closer until his lips pressed against hers. 

Emily didn't have any sexual experience but could kiss with the best of them. He was patient by not trying to french her but she wasn't. It was her narrow hot tongue that licked across his lower lip until his mouth opened just enough for her tongue to dash inside. 

After dating Missy for so long Brandon had forgotten how exciting it was to kiss and to let the girl know how much he enjoyed kissing her. Emily's lips and tongue quickly had him aroused and breathing heavily. Finally after two minutes of deep wet kissing she pulled her lips from his. 

"Jesus," he said while smiling and taking a deep breath. 

Emily giggled at his reaction and peeked down at the swollen member pushing up on his jeans. "I'm glad you came by tonight." 

"I told my father and the Mayor that Missy and I are through," he said as he caressed the tiny blonde hairs on her forearm. 

"That tickles," she giggled however she didn't stop him as his fingers moved slowly up her arm onto her covered shoulder and then slowly up her soft neck. "That........feels good," she purred. They played with her earlobe and then moved over her cheek to her closed lips. She kissed the fingertips before they continued to her other ear. He was quickly turning her on and getting her passions up to where his were. As his fingers moved down her neck towards her other shoulder his wrist brushed against her right breast. She gasped and he quickly pulled his arm and hand away. 

"Sorry.........I wasn't.......trying to......" 

Emily had dreamed of this moment for so long and now that it was here it was moving too fast for her. "I know," she whispered. "Let's talk some more." 

Brandon smiled and leaned back with his hands behind his head. "What do you want to know?" 

"Tell me about Brandon," she whispered as she took his arm and pulled it over her head and down her shoulder. "What do you like and dislike?" 

"Let's see........I like football and basketball........and pizza and....video games. I.........uh...........dislike.....mean people and liars and ...............Mayors. Emily laughed and took his hand over her shoulder and brought it up to her lips. She kissed the tips of each finger. "Is that all you like?" 

"No.....," he grinned as he moved his face down to look into her eyes. "I like you." 

Again Emily blushed because she had never really had that serious of a boyfriend before. "You don't even know me." 

"I know enough and when I was having a hard time at home tonight the only person I could think of was you," he whispered. He closed his eyes and again moved his soft lips to hers. This time their tongues met at their lips and moved aside to allow the other intruder in. 

Emily was lost in her passions as they turned their bodies to get closer. She moved her hand out to pull his hips into hers when her fingers pressed into his hard-on. Her eyes opened and her tongue moved back but he would not let her go. She quickly moved her hand from his crotch and returned her tongue into his lips. It took three minutes this time before they broke apart. "I didn't mean to...." She said blushing. 

"I know," Brandon laughed. Then she laughed. It was then Maggie ran up onto the school yard. 

"Emily your dad is looking for you." 

"I better go," Emily grinned as she stood and took his hand. "I live up this way." She pointed to the hollow behind the school. 

"Thanks for coming out and seeing me," he whispered. He wanted one more kiss before they parted but Maggie stood there gawking. 

"Uh Maggie........." Emily said as she pulled out of his arms. 

"Sorry," Maggie smiled as she turned and looked away. 

Emily melted into his big arms and body and felt his hard penis right away. Her body would not allow her to pull away so she pressed into it harder until she measured its length. It was huge. 

Brandon also was surprised at the large breasts now pressing into his muscular chest. Her baggy clothes had definitely hidden her assets. As their tongues danced together one last time that night their hands and fingers explored each other's backs but above the waistline. 

"Ah hem," Maggie said after another minute had passed. 

Emily broke away and whispered. "I can't wait until tomorrow night." 

"Me too," he whispered back. He turned and moved back down the road to the gas station. 

As soon as he was out of sight Maggie smiled. "Did you see how big he is?" 

"No," Emily lied. "Why do you have to make everything relate to sex?" 

"Tell me your panties are not wet," Maggie giggled. 

Emily wanted to lie but couldn't. "Well..........just a little." 

"Right." 

When Emily walked into her mobile home she found her father sitting up. "Why did you call Maggie?" 

"Your cell is on the counter in the kitchen. You never leave without it and why didn't you get on the phone when I talked to Maggie?" 

"I walked down to the gas station for some gum. Maggie had to finish the dishes." She lied. It was the second lie she had told him that day and she couldn't remember the last time she had lied to him. 

"Sorry but.........you know I worry about you," he said. "Tomorrow night I'm going over to Bobby's house to play some poker." 

"I remembered," she smiled. "I'm going to bed. Goodnight daddy." 

"Goodnight peaches." 

Emily moved into her bedroom and locked her door. She didn't even look for her nightgown as she quickly stripped and moved under her covers completely naked. Her mind thought back about how hard and stiff he was when she accidentally touched it and how long it felt pressing against her stomach. Her fingers parted her blonde bush and toyed with her raised clitoris until she was ready to cum. Never before had it been so good and so exciting. 

Brandon too was in his shower thinking about Emily's hot kisses and soft breasts. His eyes were closed as he imagined sucking on her hard tips and caressing her round ass. But most of all he imagined being naked with her in a bed hugging and touching. He only lasted a couple of minutes before the hot spray washed away his spunk. 

*****

The next morning Brandon hopped down the stairs in the best mood he had been in for quite a while. He hoped his father was not around and smiled when he saw his mother at the table. "Hi Ma." 

Sylvia looked up when her son walked in and saw the smile on his face. "What are you so happy about?" 

"Didn't Daddy tell you?" 

"Well yes but I got the impression you were having a hard time." 

"No he's having the hard time because he's only worried about losing the construction contracts. I guess those are more important than my happiness." 

Sylvia smiled because she had never really liked Missy anyway and knew the girl was all about herself. "I'm glad you are happy. Now tell me about this........other girl." 

He grinned and pulled a bagel from the large basket on the table. "I have never met anyone like her before. She's up front with you and has a great smile and I just really like being with her." 

Sylvia grinned because it was the first time she had seen his eyes sparkle just from talking about a girl. "I'll talk to your father." 

"Thanks Mom," he said while leaning over to kiss her cheek. "You know I think I like Emily because she reminds me of you." 

Sylvia felt her eyes tearing up. "Well she must be nice." 

"She is." Brandon jumped up and moved into the game room to play some video games to get his mind off of Emily. 

*****

Emily slept in the next morning until she heard her father tapping on her door. "Emily can I come in?" She pulled the sheet up over her nakedness and watched the doorknob turning. "Give me a minute!" She yelled. 

Jim stood outside wondering why she had locked her door. A few minutes later the door opened and she stood there in a long blue terrycloth robe. "You are locking your door now?" 

"I......uh....was trying on clothes." Again she lied. 

"Well......I just wanted to tell you that your mother called this morning and she wants to talk to you." 

"I don't want to talk to her," Emily snapped back. Since her mother left her father for another man Emily had only spoken to her about five times. 

"She said she has broken it off with Bill and is living alone downtown. She wants to meet with you for lunch sometime." 

"I don't want to speak to her," Emily said firmly. 

"Emily she left me not you," Jim said standing in her doorway. "She felt it was best that you stayed here with me and all of your friends." 

"I'll think about it." 

"Good." 

*****

It didn't take the Mayor long to get the city engineer to call Jim and tell him he did not get the large drinking water plant contract. Jim had not gotten much sleep the night before because of what his son had said about not being proud of him. He definitely regretted what he had said back to him. He knew he should have cooled down but his temper got the best of him as he shoved open the Mayor's door. 

Mayor Cameron pushed his chair back when he saw Jim barge in. "What do you want?" 

Jim leaned across this desk and looked the small bald man eye to eye. "I just wanted you to know I'm glad my son dumped that stuck up princess of yours. And, I want you to also know that I know all about your brother getting the waste disposal contract." 

"How dare you come in here and threaten me. I can have you arrested." 

"I don't think you want to bring the law into this," Jim grinned before backing away. He looked at the picture of Brandon and Missy on the Mayors bookshelf and picked it up. As he pulled off the back and took out the print he said, "I'm proud of my son for doing something he should have done a long time ago." With that he ripped the photo in half and took the half with his son on it. 

Mayor Cameron looked down at the torn photo on his desk of his daughter Missy as Jim turned and walked out. 

*****

Maggie stood behind Emily as they combed their hair for about the tenth time that afternoon. "God I feel like this is my first date," Maggie giggled. 

"It is the first one I've had with someone I really like," Emily added. 

"Let's put on our new undies," Maggie giggled again. 

Before Emily could answer she looked into mirror and saw Maggie pull off her tee shirt and sports bra. Two small but perfectly shaped breasts appeared with two hard cherry red nipples in the centers. "I wish mine were as big as yours." 

"I have always wished for smaller ones," Emily blushed as she pulled off her shirt and bra. "I know they slow me down some when I run." Both sets of eyes looked at the 36C mounds and large light pink areoles. 

"I'll bet Brandon likes them tonight." 

"Would you stop? This is our first date and he won't be seeing these tonight," Emily smiled. 

"I spoke with Bud this morning and he said they want us to come over to Bud's house tonight because his parents are out of town." 

"I don't think that's a good idea," Emily said before unsnapping her shorts and pushing them and her plain white panties down over her pink hips. When she stood back upright Maggie was also naked showing her newly trimmed light brown bush. "When did you do that?" 




Trailer Trash Ch. 01



"This morning. I read that most guys like it. You should do yours." 

Emily looked at her wild growth of Golden Fleece. "I told you he's not going to get that far." 

"I saw how you two kissed last night. I think you want it more than he does." 

"Those were just kisses," Emily said before turning and picking up her new panties. She pulled them up over her thick growth and saw the many escapees. "Maybe I should trim it some." 

*****

Brandon was home alone that afternoon still playing some video games when the doorbell rang. He opened the door to see Missy standing on the doorstep. "What do you want?" 

"That's not a nice way to greet someone you dated for two years," she said. "Can I come in?" 

"It's not a good idea." 

"At least give me ten minutes," she said before pushing open the door and walking inside. "Are you alone?" 

"Yes." 

"Good.......maybe we can have some privacy." 

Brandon noticed the micro short and tight skirt and the almost sheer pink silk blouse. Since it was Saturday afternoon he wondered why she was dressed up. "What's the occasion?" 

Missy peeked down at the semi-sheer blouse and her new half-cup bra. "Us." 

"Missy there is no..........US.......anymore," he said quickly looking up from her pink mounds. 

But she only smiled as she walked by him into the familiar den that they had necked so many times before. "We had a lot of good times on that sofa." 

Brandon watched as she sat down but didn't worry about her skirt like she normally did. "Those times are over." He did remember the many nights that she had allowed him to fondle her bare breasts under her shirt or even touch her bare pussy under her panties. Never had she allowed him to see either of them. Only once did she jerk him off to completion which left many a night with him having a hard-on after she left. Never had she worn a short skirt while they were alone. 

"So can I have a drink?" She purred. 

"Missy.....you have to leave." 

"It's just a drink and then I'll go." 

"Diet Pepsi," he said before turning and walking into the kitchen. He knew her clothing was getting his excitement up and wanted to get her out of the house. "Here you go," he said as he walked back into the den. He froze when he saw her naked body lying back on the black sofa. "What the fuck?" 

"It's what you wanted right?" she giggled as her left leg opened wider to show him her pink slit. "You don't have to go to Jacob Creek to get it." 

Brandon was speechless because so many times he had tried to imagine what her naked body looked like and now it was there all laid out for him. Her breasts showed no sag and her nipples were begging for his attention. 

"Come here," she commanded softly. 

Brandon's body failed him as it did what she said. He sat at her feet looking down into her glistening and swollen pussy lips. She reached down and took his hand before guiding his fingers up to gently rub across her opened outer lips. 

"Touch me." Missy whispered as she let go of his hand and opened her legs wide for him. 

It had been a few weeks since she had allowed him to touch her down there but this was the first time he had free access to explore. His middle finger captured her dampness as it moved down over her bald pubic area and then down over her raised clitoris. "Ohhh," she moaned as her legs opened even wider. Now she was totally open for him to do as he pleased. 

The video game kept making the same sounds as his fingers moved down into her pinkness. He was about to pull away and push down his shorts when his finger moved into her pussy up to the middle knuckle. His puzzled face looked into her eyes after realizing she was not a virgin. "You're not a virgin." 

"It's Ok," she giggled. "You won't have to worry about hurting me with your large....." she giggled. "Take off your shorts and put it in." 

"But...........when?" He moved his hand back from her moist lips. 

"When you broke up with me I was really mad and I called Jerry." 

"Jerry! Fucking Jerry Rhodes." Brandon knew that they had dated before the Mayor set her up with him. 

"He doesn't mean anything to me," she said as she sat up next to him. Her fingers pulled down his zipper and reached in to pull out his hard long cock. "I love you." 

It was the first time she had said those words. Before he could stop her she lowered her mouth and engulfed his huge crown. "Oh God," he moaned as her tongue flicked up and down his shaft while her lips moved the same. "Stop," he said while gaining enough strength to pulled her mouth from his hard-on. 

"Did Jerry teach you that too?" 

"Yes......but I'm yours now," she giggled while pushing him back and throwing her leg over his lap. Her fingers aimed his cock up at her bald pussy lips as she lowered her body downward. As the crown pushed into her inner lips she felt his strong hands jerking her up and off. "Brandon don't." 

"Missy........I'm going upstairs. When I come back down I want you out of here," he snarled at her. 

"But........I want you to fuck me." She sobbed. "Isn't that why you broke up with me? " 

"No, I broke up with you because I don't like you. Go and get Jerry to fuck you." 

"Brandon please," she begged but he was gone. 

Jim Walsh decided to call it quits that day after his blowup with the Mayor. When he pulled into his driveway he noticed the silver BMW coupe of Missy's parked next to Brandon's car. "This should be interesting," he grinned as he moved into the front door. He heard a door close upstairs and walked softly down the hallway. He looked into the den and saw Missy pulling up her white lace panties over her bald pussy mound. His eyes roamed up to her nice titties and tiny nips. It had been a while since he had seen someone as beautiful as she was. He tried to turn and back away but she looked up and saw him. "Mr. Walsh!" 

Jim turned expecting her to be covering her nakedness and shocked but instead she stood proudly showing him her privates. "Oh I'm sorry.......Missy........I didn't know........." 

Missy was shocked at first but realized that he was a man and she had this power over men. "It's OK. I'm sure you've seen naked women before." 

"I......uh.....better let...you...get dressed," he could see her shaven slit through her sheer panties. 

Missy dropped her bra and walked slowly up to him. "I was hoping you could talk to Brandon about us." 

Although Jim was mesmerized by her nakedness he was no fool. "Brandon has made his decision and it's his to make. Right now I think he made the right choice." Jim smiled and walked up the stairs. 

Brandon was lying on his bed listening to his IPOD when he heard a tapping on his door. "Shit," he said before jumping up and opening it. "Missy let it go!" 

Jim smiled. "I think she will after today." 

"Dad." 

"I just wanted to say that I was very wrong and am sorry. I'm so proud of you." 

Brandon smiled and hugged his father. "I'm proud of you too dad." 

*****

Maggie was lying across Emily's bed reading a magazine when her cousin walked in wearing tight jeans and her new blouse. "Damn girl.........are you sure you are my cousin?" 

"Yes," Emily giggled as she turned showing the tight jeans across her round buttocks. 

"Well we have ten minutes to get to the gas station." They grabbed their purses and hurried out of the door. 

Bud and Brandon were 30 minutes early and anxious as they waited for the girls to come and meet them. One of the guys from the football team named Scott Miller stopped for gas and saw Brandon. "Yo...whasssup?" 

"Just waiting for someone," Brandon grinned. 

"Yeah I heard about you and Emily. You know if you mess with her I'm going to mess you up." 

Brandon smiled at the 260 pound linebacker who had messed with a lot of opposition the past year on the field. "I'll remember that," he smiled. 

After he left they saw the girls walking down the narrow blacktopped road. "Holy shit," Bud said when he saw the two girls in tight jeans and silky blouses. 

Brandon only grinned as Emily walked up to him. "Hi." 

"Hello," she said softly. 

"You look really nice." 

Emily blushed as she saw his eyes checking out her tight clothing. "Thank you." 

"Would you like to get something to eat?" Bud asked as he put his arm around Maggie's back. 

"Sure," she grinned. "I'm starved." 

"Let's go," Brandon said as he held open the passenger door for Emily while Bud did the same in the rear for Maggie. A few minutes they were driving back up the hill. They passed Brandon's house and Emily smiled as she remembered all the times on the bus when she looked at the front door hoping he would come out. She glanced at him and saw him looking at her. 

"Uh......keep your eyes on the road," she giggled. 

"Sorry," he said looking sad. He then reached over and took her hand in his. She didn't let it go. 

"Your table is ready Mr. Walsh," the short woman said to them as they waited at the country club restaurant. Brandon could see the woman was puzzled as to why he was not with Missy. "Thank you Janet." 

"Wow, I feel like royalty," Maggie giggled as Bud pulled back her chair and waited until she sat down. 

"Me too," Emily smiled as Brandon did the same. The dinner was going perfectly until Brandon saw Missy walk in with her parents. 

"Shit," he whispered as he quickly looked away. 

Emily heard him curse and turned just to catch Missy's glaring eyes when the girl saw her sitting next to Brandon. "Ut....oh." 

"Ignore her," Brandon whispered. They managed to do just that as they finished their salads but just before the entrée's came Emily saw Missy's feet next to her chair. 

"Well look what we have here. Creekers eating at the County Club. Who would have thought?" 

"That's enough Missy," Brandon said as he tossed down his napkin and started to stand. 

"Don't worry I'm leaving," Missy grinned. "Make sure you tell her about our fun we had today at your house." She licked her lips and walked away. 

Brandon gulped and glanced at Emily who stared back at him. "Your house..........today?" 

"It's not what you think," Brandon said quickly. 

"I hope it's not what I'm thinking," Emily said feeling the anger rushing to her fists. 

Bud and Maggie sat back watching it all unfold. 

Emily waited for him to say it was not true but he just looked at her. "And, I thought you were different." A few tears formed in her eyes as she slowly dropped her napkin onto the chair and stood up. She turned and quickly walked towards the restroom. 

"Emily wait," Brandon said but she was already out of the room. Maggie quickly got up and followed her. 

"What was that all about?" Bud asked. 

"Missy came by today and offered herself to me thinking it was why I broke up with her," Brandon whispered. "We messed around some before I came to my senses.' 

"Shit man. If you screw up my date with Maggie I'll........" Bud stopped after realizing Brandon was six inches taller than he was and weighed about thirty pounds more most of which was muscle. "Never mind." 

Brandon glanced over at Missy now sitting next to her father. She winked at him and smiled. 

***** 

"Emily you don't know what happened," Maggie said outside the stall her cousin had locked herself in. "At least let him explain." 

A few seconds later Emily walked out wiping her eyes. "I guess you are right........I mean...he said he doesn't like her anymore." 

"Jesus, I never thought I'd see you crying over some guy," Maggie said as she hugged her. "Go out onto the patio and I'll send him out to talk to you." Maggie turned and moved back into the restaurant. 

A few minutes later as Emily looked out onto the well landscaped golf course she heard the door open behind her. She didn't turn around. 

Brandon walked up behind her and started to touch her shoulder but stopped. "She came by today unannounced and I told her to leave but she didn't. After I got her a drink I found her......" He stopped. "I found her naked on the sofa." 

Emily took a deep breath and moved away from him as she tried to control her anger. He moved up behind her again. "Emily......I won't lie to you. I touched her and then realized it was only you I want to touch. But she was so determined. She unzipped me and..." 

Emily had heard enough. "I guess your desires to touch me were not enough were they?" She wiped some more tears from her eyes and moved towards the steps leading down to the putting green below. 

"Wait..........I stopped her and told her to leave. I knew I shouldn't have done anything with her but.......I'm such an ass." 

Emily stopped in the middle of the stairs and turned. "You stopped it and told her to leave?" 

"Yes........I only want to be with you.......I mean I don't mean you know...." He realized that she could take his meaning as only sexual. 

"You are an ass," she said as she moved up to him. "But you told me the truth and that means a lot to me." 

"Will you forgive me?" 

"I'll think about it," she answered as she took his hand in hers and led him back into the restaurant. 

"Whew," Bud said when he saw them holding hands. "Your french fries were getting cold so I ate them," he smiled at Brandon. 

But Brandon's only thoughts were on this girl who had so quickly captured his heart. As they finished their meal they held hands up onto the table so Missy could see it. 

*****

The desert part of the meal went great as Emily fed her small éclairs directly into Brandon's mouth making sure Missy could see it happen. By the time he signed the check all four of them were excited about heading back to Bud's house. Brandon and Emily were quiet as they heard the other two making out in the back seat 

"Ouch!" Bud cried out when Maggie pinched his hand that was trying to get under her blouse. 

Both Brandon and Emily looked back and saw Maggie grinning. "He was being bad." 

"Bad boy!!" Brandon laughed. Finally the sports car pulled into Bud's driveway and then into his four car garage. 

Bud pushed the remote button he had taken before he left the house and the door closed. Both girls realized they were now trapped inside of this house. 

"Well are you coming?" Bud asked Emily as he walked by her door. 

"Yes," she said nervously. They all moved into the large kitchen, past the dining room and into a huge sun room porch overlooking the gigantic back yard. "What does your father do?" Emily asked. 

"He's the plant manager at the refinery," Bud said casually. 

Emily stopped. "It was your father who cut all of those jobs two years ago?" 

"No, he was only an assistant then. Why?" 

"My father lost his job," Emily answered. She looked around the very rich and decorated house. "Does your father make enough to afford all of this?" 

"Na," Bud laughed. "My mother is rich." Bud moved to one of the large leather sofas and pulled Maggie down next to him. "How about a movie?" 

Emily glanced at Brandon and saw the nervous look on his face which probably meant it was time to turn down the lights and to get to know each other better. "Music is good enough for me," she smiled as she moved to the other sofa placed 90 degrees from the one Bud and Maggie were on. 

Bud picked up a remote control and suddenly soft music was playing. He hit another button and the lights suddenly got really dim. "I bet you've done this before," Maggie whispered. 

"Not that much," Bud whispered back. "My older brother set it all up." 

Emily took off her shoes and pulled her feet up under her hips as Brandon settle in next to her. "Thank you for a wonderful dinner," she whispered while he leaned his upper body towards her and his lips lightly to hers. Before their tongues could reacquaint themselves they heard moaning on the other sofa. They kept their lips together while looking over at Maggie and Bud who were now lying next to each other with their lips locked. 

Emily wanted to go further than she had ever gone before with a boy but not as fast as Maggie was going with Bud. After a few minutes of giving Brandon her hottest kisses he pulled away and took a deep breath. "Where did you learn to kiss like that?" 

Emily giggled. "My cousins." 

"Cousins!" Brandon exclaimed. 

"Just kidding," she giggled. "Haven't you heard that Creekers marry their cousins?" 

"Not really........is it true?" 

Emily elbowed him. "No......of course not." 

"Just kidding," he smiled. "But I'm not complaining." 

"I'm sure you aren't," Emily whispered before returning her open lips to his. 

"Don't," Maggie said loud enough for Emily to hear. Emily broke away her mouth from Brandon's and saw her cousin's blouse unbuttoned and Bud's hand roaming over the small black lace bra cups. 

"I think we should go somewhere else," Emily whispered. Seeing Maggie and Bud going so fast was making her feel uneasy. 

Brandon too was feeling uneasy and didn't want to upset Emily by going too fast. "Good idea." He moved off the sofa making sure to twist his body preventing Emily from seeing his forming hard-on in his slacks. After the morning with Missy it didn't take him much to get excited. He looked out over the pool and remembered the guest house. "Let's go over there." 

Maggie didn't know that they were alone until Bud pulled down her bra cup and her hard nipple popped out. She jerked it back up and looked over to see the other sofa empty. She then giggled and pulled the cup back down again and felt a boy's lips on her breast for the first time. 

Bud didn't waste anytime as he suckled on her two small tips. He had done the same to his last girlfriend however she had never allowed him to touch her pussy. "Maybe tonight?" He wondered as his mouth opened to engulf most of her small breast. 

"Ohhh," Maggie moaned feeling like a woman for the first time. She could feel his manhood pressing against her upper thigh and wormed her fingers under their bodies to curl around its thickness. Maggie had jerked off a boy a few months ago at her eighteenth birthday party. 

"Ahhh," Bud moaned when she squeezed and released his throbbing rod. He thought that it gave him the go ahead to open the snap on her jeans. 

Maggie's head was back while he licked and sucked her nipples. She wanted to pull out his penis but decided to take it slow. That is until she felt him open her jeans and pull down her zipper. "Bud no," she said releasing his cock and pulling up her zipper again. "Not tonight." 

Bud sighed and moved back. He had gone too fast but it was her who had touched his cock. He moved onto his back and looked up at the ceiling fan. 

"Sorry," she whispered as she moved her naked breast over onto his shoulder. "No one has ever touched me there and it is our first date." 

"Really?" He asked before he thought. "No one has touched you down there?" 

Maggie pushed him back. "Just because I'm a Creeker you think I'm easy?" 

"No........I........didn't mean....." But she jumped over him and moved to the other sofa. But she stayed bare breasted. 

"Maggie....come back over here," Bud begged. 

*****

Emily stopped short when the guest house door opened and she saw the king size bed in the center of the room. 

Brandon gulped and saw she had stopped. "Come down onto the rug with me." He dropped down onto his back and offered her his hand. 

She bit her lower lip as her body moved downward until she was lying directly on top of his hard body. She felt the hard lump between his legs as her lips once again found his. A few seconds later his thigh pressed between her legs and up against her inflamed pussy. "Ohhh," she moaned into his mouth. Suddenly her body lost control as her hips rubbed up and down his muscular thigh. 

Brandon's head was spinning because he knew she was getting close to climaxing as he was. But he didn't want to cum in his slacks. "Wait..." His hands moved down and touched her nice soft buttocks for the first time. 




Trailer Trash Ch. 01



"What's wrong?" she whispered between large breaths. "Don't you like it?" She had made sure to rub against his hardness. 

"Yes too much," he chuckled. "I........uh...don't want to.......cum in my slacks." 

Emily giggled and blushed. "Oh." She put her lips into his neck and licked his tender earlobe. "Will you show me what to do?" 

Brandon was shocked at first that she was willing to jerk him off but wasn't going to pass up the chance. "Are you sure?" 

"Yes. I don't want Missy to come by your house anymore," her lips sucked in his earlobe sending shivers up and down his spine. "Take it out." 

"Jesus," he whispered as he reached down and opened his slacks. His fingers pulled out his throbbing member and moved up to take her trembling fingers. She didn't resist as he guided them downward until they touched the swollen tip of his bare cock. 

Emily wanted to look down at it but was too afraid. Instead her fingers rubbed and explored down its length to the opening of his boxers and then inside to cup his balls. It was a first for her so she wanted to take the time and learn. "What do I do?" 

Brandon's eyes were closed and his mouth opened wide while he curled her fingers around his thickness and then covered them with his. He then started a slow up and down stroking motion. 

Emily got the motion and after he pulled his fingers away got it going really good. Then she stopped. "When you cum you are going to mess up your slacks." 

"Take them off for me," he whispered. 

"Oh God," she thought as her body moved back and she glanced down at the hard long penis in her fist. Her face was bright red as she released him and jerked his slacks and boxers down to his ankles at the same time. This time when her hand returned to his hard-on she kept her eyes on it as she stroked him. 

"Oh God Emily," Brandon moaned. He moved his hand up under her blouse and up across her bra strap. As his fingers toyed with the clasp her fingers stopped and she sat upright. He thought he had blown it but instead saw her unbutton her blouse and then reach behind her to release her new pink bra. She smiled as she turned and showed a boy her naked breasts for the first time. 

"God they are so beautiful," he grinned while moving his large hand up to cup the closest one. Her long hard nipple pressed into his palm while he caressed and rubbed up and down it. He was about to lean over and kiss the hard tip when she pushed him back and then moved on top of him. Her mouth found his again and her body moved up and down his hard length.. It was only a few seconds later that he groaned and warned. "I'm going to cum." 

Emily tried to move off but his hot spunk shot from the hard tip and covered his thick pubic hair and the front of her jeans. Her fingers quickly grabbed it to aim it to the side while load upon load of his cum emitted from his hose. Finally he moaned and dropped back. 

Emily smiled because she had pleased him without going too far. Most of the girls she knew had jerked off boys before but she had never found one worthy enough until now. "Did I do OK?"

"God yes," Brandon whispered as he sat up and saw the mess on her jeans. "But I didn't want that to happen." 

Emily looked at the door leading into the bathroom. "I'll see if I can clean it off." As she started to move up she picked up her bra but he grabbed it from her hands. 

"Please don't put it back on," he begged. 

She blushed and stood up over him while looking down at his now limp penis which was only about five inches long. "That is amazing." 

"So are those," Brandon laughed as he lunged up to cup her titties but she jumped back. 

*****

"Are you still mad?" Bud asked as he realized he had to go to her. 

"Yes. You thought that I was easy because I live on Jacob Creek." 

"Not really," he said while moving next to her and leaning over to nibble on her neck. "I was hoping we could really get to know each other." 

Maggie sighed and moved her head back on the cushion as his tongue left wet marks while moving down her neck to the small valley between her bare breasts. "I'm not mad anymore," she giggled while taking his head in her hands and pulling his mouth to her waiting nipple. 

"Ummm," she moaned softly. After two minutes of kissing her hard tips he moved up to her mouth. 

"I'll do only what you want to do," he whispered. He figured it would be better if she called the shots. 

"Good," she said smiling. "Take off your pants and underwear." 

"What?" He asked suddenly fearful of being totally naked in front of a girl. He knew his penis was not as big as Brandon's. 

"You said you would do whatever I wanted." 

"Yes but...." When she pushed his lips back from her chest he said, "Ok, I'll do it." 

Maggie sat back and watched a boy undress for the first time. When he pushed down his briefs and stood back showing his six inch hard-on she smiled and motioned for him to walk to her. 

Bud had never had a girl touch him before so when Maggie's right hand grabbed his hard cock he almost shot his wad right there. 

"It's nice and hard," she whispered while rubbing her thumb across the few pre-cum droplets. "Come here and sit on my lap and face away from me." 

Bud quickly turned and lowered his naked ass onto her lap and felt both of her hands move around from the back to once again capture his shaft. "Lean back and let me take you to heaven," she giggled. 

Bud did just that and marveled at the way she would bring him to a climax and then back off. Her lips sucked on his ear while she stroked him fast and then slow. "You're mine now Bud Sampson and down forget it." 

"I............uh.......won't," he moaned. His hips were now rising and falling as she jerked him off. 

""Ready?" 

"Yes oh God YES!" Her fingers suddenly kicked into overdrive and his hot white fountain erupted. "NOW MAGGIE NOW!" 

She did her best to hold onto his exploding cock but it finally slipped from her fingers because of all the lubrication now covering his pubic area. "You better go and clean up." She whispered. 

*****

Emily partially closed the door and removed her jeans. She felt the dampness between her own thighs as she leaned over to wash out Brandon's passion. She didn't see or hear the door open but did feel his hands on her waist just above her tiny pink panties. "Brandon!" She yelled as she dropped her jeans into the sink and turned. "You shouldn't see..........me like this." Her hands moved down and covered the visible blonde bush coming through her panties. 

"But you saw me," He grinned. His fingers moved slowly down her arms to her fingers. One by one he gently pulled them away until they rested to her sides. "You are so beautiful." He whispered while tracing his fingers around the waistband of her silk undies. When they met at her center they dove under the elastic and pulled outward. 

"Don't," she whispered not believing it herself. But his fingers now under the elastic moved back outward to her hips and then pushed downward. 

Brandon took his time uncovering her soft mound of blonde curly hairs that was neatly trimmed into small triangle. "So soft," he whispered while rubbing his fingers through the golden mons. 

Emily's body had taken over the control now as she put her hands on his shoulders while his body lowered her panties down over her bush and dripping slit past her thighs and down off her legs and feet. She lifted one foot at a time and watched his eyes move up her body as he stood back up. She grabbed the bottom of his shirt to make him naked like her. When his naked front moved into hers they both realized how great it felt. 

"Touch me," she begged as her legs opened. Brandon did just that and quickly found out she was indeed a virgin. "Oh God Brandon, touch me right here." Her fingers guided his to her throbbing clitoris. 

He did as she said and soon it was her that was moaning and groaning as her body was about to explode. "Ah God......I've never........Oh my............It feels so..........GOOD!" Emily Miller for the first time lost total control of her body as she climaxed. "It felt so good she was about to scream. "Stop or I'm going to scream!"

"Good," he laughed as he rubbed her clitty faster and faster. 

"NOW I'M GOING TO CUMMMMMM!" The windows in the guest house shook when her high pitched voice shattered the air. As she climaxed her mouth moved to his and her tongue fucked in and out of his lips. Finally after another minute she pushed him back. "See what you made me do!" 

"What?" 

"I didn't want you to see me naked tonight and not only did you see me you touched me and made me cum!" 

"Sorry," he grinned. 

Emily turned and pulled her damp jeans from the sink. "I better put these in a clothes dryer." She pulled up her panties and then her bra before pulling on her blouse. By the time she was finished Brandon was dressed and was holding the door open for her. 

"I can't go into the house in my panties," Emily said. 

"Take them off," he laughed while grabbing her jeans from her hands and running towards the house. 

Emily being quicker passed him at the sunroom door and jumped inside. Brandon was right behind her and they both stopped when they saw a naked Bud sitting on Maggie's lap. 

"Jesus Maggie," Emily said when she saw her cousin stroking Bud's soft penis. She realized then that Brandon was very well-endowed. 

Bud quickly reached down and pulled his slacks up over his dangling participle. "You two could have knocked." He saw the blonde bush through Emily's pink panties. "Talk about us." 

"Don't look," Emily said blushing. She jerked the jeans from Brandon's hands and covered her nearly exposed pussy. 

"The dryer is down the hall to the left," Bud grinned. He watched Emily's cute nearly naked ass as she turned and moved away. "Nice ass." 

Emily shocked them all by wiggling it. 

*****

"Uh Brandon do you mind?" Bud asked as his best buddy stood there gawking at his nearly naked body on Maggie's lap. 

"Sorry," Brandon laughed before moving down the hallway to find his girl. 

Emily put the jeans in the dryer on the warm cycle so her already tight jeans wouldn't shrink anymore. After pushing the cycle button she moved into the small hall bathroom to dry off under her panties. 

"Emily," Brandon said as he tapped on the door. 

The door opened and she walked out and into his arms. As their lips meshed his hands explored her panty-covered buttocks. 

She pushed back and looked into his eyes. "I don't want you to think that I'm easy." 

"I don't........." 

"We are going too fast......" 

"I know....." 

His fingers gently massaged her soft cheeks while his lips nibbled at her neck and earlobe. 

"Stop........" she said as she pushed him back. 

"Don't you like it?" 

"Yes...oh God yes....I like it too much. That's why we have.....to stop." 

*****

Bud quickly pulled up his briefs and slacks and then sat back down next to Maggie. "It's not fair. You got to see me but I only saw your breasts." 

"It gives you something to look forward to," she giggled. Her hand moved behind his head and pulled his lips down to hers. 

After about ten minutes Emily's jeans were dry enough to put back on even with the objection of Brandon. They finally sat on the sofas and watched a sitcom when Emily realized it was almost midnight. "OH NO!" 

"What's wrong?" Brandon asked. 

"It's late and my father will be home before me," she gasped as she stood up. "We have to go." 

The four of them hurried to Brandon's car and then sped down the hill towards Jacob Creek. "You can drop me off here," Emily said when they got to the gas station which was just about ready to close. 

"I better take you straight home," Brandon said while driving past it. 

"Let me out at the school," Emily said nervously. 

"Emily you have to get home," Maggie said. "She lives about a half-mile up that road." 

Emily looked for the landmarks and when she saw her aunt's house she said, "There it is," Maggie was about to say something but Emily glared at her. She looked at Brandon and leaned over to lightly kiss him. "I better go." Before he could say anything she opened the door and jumped out. Maggie did the same. 

"Geez, they really wanted to get rid of us," Bud said as the two girls walked towards the older wood frame house. "Well she was late and I don't want to get in trouble with her parents." 

"I think she lives with her dad," Bud said. "Maggie said her parents split up when he lost his job at the refinery." 

"It must have been tough on Emily," Brandon said as he backed out of the dirt driveway and headed back down the long dark two lane road. When they got to the school Bud found Maggie's purse. "Shit.......here is Maggie's purse," he said. "Let's go back and give it to her." 

Brandon did a u-turn in the school parking lot and headed back up the hollow. As they got to the house where the girls went into Bud grabbed the purse and ran up to the door. Brandon watched as he tried to see what Emily's father looked like but instead an old lady answered the door in her robe. Bud talked with her for a while and he saw the lady point up the road. When Bud returned he said, "That was Emily's aunt. Emily lives six lots up the road." 

"But why would she say she lived there?" Brandon asked himself as he drove up the road counting the lots. When he got to the sixth one he saw the mobile home. "She lives here? In a trailer?" 

"I told you she was trailer trash," Bud joked. 

*****

Emily and Maggie took their time walking up the road to her mobile home because they could see her father was not at home yet. They giggled as they talked about seeing the boys naked and were almost into her driveway when they saw headlights coming back up the dark road. 

"Oh God.......it's them," Emily gasped as she grabbed Maggie's wrist and pulled her behind a large bush by the entrance to her dirt driveway. "Duck down." 

The car drove very slowly up to her driveway and then pulled into it. 

"She lives here," they heard Brandon say. "In a trailer?" 

"I told you she was trailer trash," they heard Bud laugh. 

*****

"We better go," Brandon said suddenly realizing why Emily had not wanted him to take her directly home. As he turned to look over his left shoulder to back out he saw Emily and Maggie standing next to the car. Emily had tears in her eyes and Maggie looked as if she was going to kill somebody. He stopped the car and saw Emily's eyes pouring. She suddenly ran towards the trailer. 

"EMILY WAIT!" Brandon yelled. 

"You asshole," Maggie said before swinging her open hand and smacking across Bud's face. She too turned and ran after her crying cousin. 

"Fuck Bud!" Brandon said wanting to smack his friend like Maggie had just done. He put the car in park and moved up to the door. "Emily." He said as he knocked on it. But no one answered it. He knocked again. "Talk to me." 

He was about to knock again when he saw another set of headlights pull up behind his car. He turned to watch a tall man walk up to him. "Just who are you?" Jim asked. 

"Brandon Walsh sir," he answered nervously. 

"And what are you doing here?" 

"I........uh....need to talk to.....Emily." 

"You do huh?" Jim said. "Well you wait here and I'll go and see if she wants to talk to you." He pushed Brandon aside and moved inside. When he opened the door he almost knocked Maggie over. "Uncle Jim," she said. 

"What is going on?" 

Maggie was still mad as a hornet. "Emily is crying in her room because those boys called us trailer trash." 

Jim knew he should have counted to ten but to hear his baby crying in the other room was too much. He pushed open the door and grabbed Brandon's shirt collar. Even though Brandon was well-built he was not prepared when the man shoved him off of the small wooden porch. "Sir let me explain," Brandon said as the man moved down to complete his ass whipping. Jim was about to grab the boy again when he heard Emily's voice. "NO DADDY....JUST LEAVE HIM ALONE." 

Brandon looked up at the girl who had taken his heart. "Emily I'm sorry I........" 

"JUST LEAVE!" She sobbed before turning and running back into the house. 

"EMILY PLEASE!" 

Jim took another step. "You better leave son before I do something we both will be sorry for." 

"Brandon lets go," Bud said from the car. 

*****

When Jim entered the trailer his daughter was sitting next to Maggie on the sofa. "What the hell was that all about?" 

"Daddy I'm sorry but I........I mean we.......had a double date with those boys tonight. After they dropped us off they....I mean we over heard them calling us trailer trash." Emily wiped her eyes again. "I'm sorry I lied to you about us having a slumber party." 

"Those boys live up on the hill?" 

"Yes sir," Maggie said. "We thought that they were nice and...." 

"Well you are not trailer trash or any kind of trash. I'll go speak to their parents tomorrow and straighten this all out." 

"No please don't." Emily said. "I made a mistake and thought I knew someone. I didn't." 

Jim knew what she was saying because he thought he knew his wife before she walked out on him. "I know baby. Just remember you will always have your family." 

"I know," she said wiping her eyes again. "I love you Daddy." 

"Me too sweety." 

*****

"I should kill you right now," Brandon said to Bud as they drove back up the hill. "FUCK!" 

"Shit man I was just joking. You know me." 

"I told you to not joke about Creekers. FUCK!" 

"I'm sorry man. I know you really liked Emily too." 

Brandon didn't respond as he tried to figure out a way to get her to talk to him again. 

*****

It was Sunday morning when the sun came up again for Emily. She had cried most of the night until her body finally dozed off. Her father let her sleep while he drove down to the small Christian church by the gas station. 

Emily was still asleep when her cell phone woke her up. She picked it up expecting it to be Maggie, "Hi." 

"Emily it's me," Brandon said quickly. "Don't hang up." 

"Why you are calling trailer trash?" she said angrily before hanging up. 

"Wait.......it wasn't me who...." He said before he realized she had disconnected his call. He called back but her cell phone was busy. When he got her answering message he said, "Emily I didn't call you trailer trash. It was Bud and he was just joking. God I want to see you again so bad. Please don't be mad. Call me please." 

Brandon put his phone down on the table and saw his father walk into the kitchen. 

"Sorry but I overheard your message," Paul said as he poured himself a cup of coffee. "It sucks being a teenager doesn't it?" 

"It's not fair," Brandon said. "I finally found someone I really care for and Bud screws it up." 

Paul sat down. "So this girl is something special?" 

"Dad........I've never felt this way towards a girl before. I think about her when I get up, all day and then before I go to sleep." 

Paul laughed. "I know how you feel." 

"Really." 

"Yes and I married her," Paul grinned. "Now I'm not saying you should marry her but I sure wouldn't give up." 

"Yeah but she is really pissed." 

"Does she care about you like you do her?" 

Brandon sat upright. "Well yes.......I think so. I mean before Bud screwed it up last night." 

"Well right now I expect she is hoping you'll make things right." 

"How do I do that?" 

Paul smiled. "I have no idea. Ask your mother." He stood and walked out the door. 

Sylvia pushed the shovel down into the dark dirt by her blue ribbon roses. As she picked up the shovel load she saw her son walking up to her. "Are you here to help me dig?" 

"Yes if you will give me some advice," Brandon smiled. She handed him the shovel and he took the next five minutes to tell her about his date last night minus the sex part. "So what should I do?" 




Trailer Trash Ch. 02



My body came alive after having my first orgasm. All I could think about was sex. Every man I saw I wondered how big their dick was and what kind of wonderful things they could do with me. I got hot every time I saw a man looking at me with lust in his eyes. 

I started to wear more revealing clothing just to attract the attention of men. I enjoyed the way they looked at me. I loved knowing how much they wanted me. I even caught my teachers staring at my cleavage, and I fantasized about them taking me right there on the desk. 

One day after school I went over to see Mikki. I didn’t realize he had a work buddy over. He asked me to come in anyway. His friend was pretty hot. He was a younger guy probably in his mid twenties. He had brown hair, nice tan, muscular build, and a really nice ass. They were watching a porno and drinking beer. Mikki introduced me to his friend Jake. Blushing Jake quickly turned off the TV. I giggled at his embarrassment. We sat around chatting for a while. Mikki told Jake that I just had my eighteenth birthday and was now a woman. 

Mikki then said that reminded him about something and asked me to come back to his room. As he opened his bedroom door he told me the package on his bed was a present for me. As I was bending over the bed opening the gift he came up behind me and started to grind his cock against my ass. He was holding my sides and it sent goose bumps all over my body. His cock rapidly grew to its maximum length. He told me how he couldn’t stop thinking about me. I was the most beautiful woman he had ever seen and just thinking about me made him so horny. I enjoyed his touch, and his grinding was driving me wild. 

Inside the package was a vibrator. It was pink and gel like. He told me it was called a rabbit. He explained how the little nub would rub my clit while the shaft of it ran in and out of my pussy. He told me I probably shouldn’t use it in me because I was still a virgin and I it would be better if I lost my virginity by making love. 

He started to kiss the back of my neck while still grinding my ass. I was rubbing my ass up and down the length of his cock. Just then I remember Jake was still in the living room. Mikki went out and talked to Jake while I turned on the vibrator to see how it felt. I ran it between my legs and felt the tiny vibrations through my pants. I couldn’t wait to put this to use. My pussy was dripping wet just from the grinding Mikki was giving me.

When Mikki came back he closed the door. He told me Jake understood that he needed to show me something real important. He began to passionately kiss me. My body melted into his. He laid me down on his bed and started to unbutton my shirt. He removed my bra letting my breasts loose. He climbed on top of me and started grinding his cock against my pelvis. I was so horny I just wanted him to take me. He began to play with my nipples while squeezing my breasts. 

While continuing to suck on my breasts he started fumbling with my pants. Without looking down he had my pants unbuttoned, unzipped and off. Seeing me in a thong really turned him on. He rolled me over so he could see the back. He started to kiss my smooth ass cheeks. I spread my legs to give him a good view. He then started rubbing the vibrator between my legs. It felt so good that I started fucking the vibrator through my underwear. He told me how much my coming to terms with my sexuality excited him. 

He then pulled my ass cheeks apart and started kissing my asshole. With the kisses I could feel his tongue fondling my ass. He then started to press his tongue against the hole. It was tight and gave him quite a bit of resistance. He slid his hand underneath my thong and started to rub my clit with the vibrator. This sent a sensation all through my body and his tongue was able to slip in my hole. He stuck in a little at first while still rubbing my clit with the vibrator. He then was able to push his tongue in further. This was the most wonderful feeling I have ever experienced. I started to rub my tits and play with my nipples. My inhibitions were starting to diminish and he was able to stick his whole tongue in my ass. While fucking my ass with his tongue he slipped off my thong. 

He put the vibrator down and started to play with my pussy with his fingers. I was so horny I had no control over my body. Next thing I knew Jake was standing next to me with his dick in his hand jerking off in my face. At first I was shocked and started to jump up but Mikki then put the tip of the vibrator in my ass. This of course took me to a new level and I didn’t care if there were fifty people in the room at that time. Mikki took it slow trying to get the vibrator into my ass. It was so tight it was hard to fit it in. I could feel it pulling me apart with every inch he slipped in. It would hurt at first then all of my muscles would start to shake with pleasure. He continued to do this until it was all of the way in. then he slowly started to run it in and out. He would bring it out until just the tip was in then push it back in. 

At that point I was ready for anything. Jake started pushing his cock against my lips. I was starving for some dick and I plunged it into my mouth, all the way down the back of my throat. I was twirling my tongue around the shaft and slipping the tip of my tongue along the slit. Jakes eyes rolled back in his head and he started to moan. 

Just then Mikki told me to relax. He wanted to fuck me so bad but he didn’t want to pop my cherry. I wanted him to take my virginity; I needed to feel his stiff cock slamming into my hot, wet vagina. He started to push the head of his dick into my ass. He was too big, I couldn’t take him there. I started to stop him, and he told me to just relax. He tried to push it in again but he was just too big. He explained to me that I had to relax and push back against his dick. He told me once he got the head in it would be okay. I did what he said and pushed back against his cock. It was hurting and I really wanted him to stop but I just needed to be fucked. He pulled my ass cheeks as far apart as they would go and slowly tried to push his dick in again. His dick was slippery and I knew he must have put some oil on it. 

Then I felt it tear into me. I screamed out as it slipped through the ring. He just held it there for a moment so I could adjust to having something this size in there. If felt really good and after a moment the pain started to subside and my pussy started gushing with its juices. He slowly started to push more into me. This made me crazy. I could feel every vein on his dick against the walls of my ass. I loved having his dick in my ass. I felt my whole body get hot. My nipples were hard and tight and my cunt was dripping. He kept pushing more and I went back to sucking Jakes dick. I was groaning from the pleasure and this really got Jake hot. He started really slamming his dick in my mouth. He was pushing into my throat with each stroke. I started to play with his balls while he fucked my face. His balls were big and heavy and his dick tasted so good. I was pumping my head up and down and his stiff shaft. 

Mikki was finally able to get his whole dick in my ass. I was pumping my ass against his body and he was ramming his cock deep into me. I was full from the all of the dick I had inside of me. I could feel Mikkis’ dick all the way to my stomach, and Jakes past my tonsils. I enjoyed having a dick being plunged into my ass and one in my mouth at the same time. As I pumped both of my holes onto both men I could feel my nipples rub against the bed which turned me on even more. I started to feel the familiar quakes rush through my body. Then when I couldn’t take it anymore my body exploded. I started to scream but the dick in my mouth muffled the sounds. I came so hard Mikki felt my pussy squirt juices on his balls. He then started breathing heavy and plowing hard into me. Then with one last thrust he filled my ass with his seed. I could feel his cum slipping out of my ass around his dick. 

Jake then shot his load down my throat. I didn’t even get a chance to taste his cum because he shot so fast and hard it just slipped down my throat. My nose was squeezed right up against his pubic hair while he held my head right up against him so I could get every drop. 

Mikki slowly slipped out of my ass. I felt it hit my clit as it slid out which sent another orgasm through me. Both men started kissing my naked body and telling me how much they enjoyed that. I could not even get up for a minute because my legs felt like Jell-O. I could not believe what I had just done. I never imagined being with more than one man at a time but I really enjoyed it. Both guys were just lying on the beds with their dicks lying limp. My nipples were erect and I was still horny.

I decided I wasn’t done playing yet. I started to jack both of their dicks at the same time. It wasn’t long before I had both of them standing at attention again. I then bent down and started kissing Mikkis’ dick while rubbing Jakes shaft. I started sliding the tip of my tongue around the head, and then moved on to running it up and down his shaft. Mikki was moaning in pleasure. I then took him into my mouth I took it as deep as I could. His cock was very hot and hard. He fondled my breast while I took him into me. 

Jake couldn’t take it and laid me down on the bed. He lifted my body up so my ass was at the tip of his dick. His member was not as big as Mikkis so it slipped into my ass pretty easily. With my hole already lubricated with Mikkis cum he was able to slide it in and out with no problem. He said it was the first time he ever ass fucked anyone. He really liked this and he was starting to get over excited already. He stopped for a minute and looked at how his dick looked going into my deep hole. He enjoyed watching it slide out all shiny then plunge back inside to the base.

Mikki straddled my face and pushed his dick back into my mouth. He tasted so good. His cock was so huge I could hardly get my lips around the whole thing. I couldn’t get down to his body like I did Jakes but I enjoyed every inch of what I could take. 

Jake started to rub my clit with his finger as he started pounding my ass harder. This was so intense it made me dizzy. I started to suck on Mikkis’ balls and jacking his dick. He saw how hot this was getting me and bent over my body and started to run his tongue on my clit. His sweaty body was on top of mine as I sucked his nuts and he tongued my clit. This was all Jake could take he started fucking so fast he felt like a jackhammer. He started loudly groaning and calling my name. I felt all of his muscles tighten and he thrust real hard as deep as he could go. I felt his hot cum filling me up. His dick was smaller but he shot a lot more cum then Mikki did. 

Once Jake fell out of my ass he collapsed. Mikki was able to really get into eating now that Jake was out of the way. He slurped all of my juices from my pussy. I could feel his hot tongue fucking me. I took his long, hard rod back into my mouth. I started pulling him into me as far as I could take. I was running his dick in and out of my mouth while playing with his balls with my hand. He was circling my clit with his tongue making me twitch uncontrollably. This caused me to thrust my body onto his tongue. My snatch tightened as the orgasm grew. I was screaming and twitching begging him to fill my mouth with his sweet cum. Just then he jumped up took his dick in his hand and shot his cum all over my tits. I wiped the cum off my tits with my fingers and licked them clean. 

I have never felt this good in my life. They both dressed and left. I cleaned myself up and got dressed. When I left the bedroom both of them were sleeping in front of the TV. I kissed them both on the cheek and went home. This was a day I would never forget.



Trailer Trash Ch. 02



I wasn't sure I would hear from him again. I left as he slept soundly, his limp dick between his legs, my email address written in marker on his hand. 

After our night of multiple orgasms, I went home to my husband, and put my newly shaved pussy on display for him, telling him it was a gift. I allowed him to take me, pushing his long hard dick into my sore, wasted cunt until we both came, although I don't know how I ever did.

When I checked my mail the next morning, there it was---an email from him. The subject line read, "Again?" I smiled, clicked on it and read. Just the thought of him as I read what he wrote made juices pour from my pussy while I sat at the kitchen table where I had fed my children breakfast. I shifted on the chair, undid the button on my jeans and slid my hand into my pants, pleasuring myself as I replied to him.

"Meet me at the RV Thursday." 

I wanted him as bad as he wanted me, but he had a young, anxious cock and I wanted him to wait. I knew that the anticipation would drive him crazy and when we were together, he would be ready to blow.

I prepared myself for him in the best way I could. I took a long hot shower, shaving the hair that had started to grow back on my cunt. I wore a red push-up bra and matching panties. I covered the welcome mat to my pussy with honey flavored lube, spread some on my engorged lips, and around the entrance to my ass. I pulled on jeans and a t-shirt, and wore flip flops so that he could easily suck my toes.

I knocked on the door of the RV and it swung open, inviting me in. The smell of mothballs and stale, humid air hit my nose and the familiarity of it made my pussy leak. He looked better than I remembered, his freshly shaved head glistening in the moonlight, his penis hard in his jeans the instant he laid eyes on me. "Shit," he said. "You're more amazing than I remembered."

I walked up the steps and licked his lips before sitting at the table and laying my feet out for his mouth. He licked the arches of my feet and sucked on my toes. I took his right hand in mine and saw a long, jagged cut from his knuckles to his wrist. It made me hot to see evidence of his hard work. I pulled his fingers in and out of my warm mouth in long, throaty pulls, until neither of us could wait any longer. 

He stood to carry me back to the bed, but I jumped up before he could and told him he would go first tonight. He closed his eyes and moaned, his hand moving to the front of his pants, stroking himself. "Oh, shit." 

He walked backward toward the bed until he fell onto it, his hands running across his bald head. I quickly grabbed his arms as they remained above his head and secured first one and then the other to the bedposts with his neckties, which we'd left on the bed from our last tryst. I pulled them tight until I was sure he couldn't escape. He arched his back and looked panicked. I placed my hand on his stomach.

"Never? Never been tied up?"

He shook his beautiful head.

"I won't do anything you don't want. Pick a safe word."

"Safe word?" He asked, his voice cracking.

"A word to use when you want me to stop. When you can't stand it anymore. But remember," I teased, stroking his cock, "Use it wisely."

"Shave."

"Good enough." I went to work right away as he writhed on the sheets in horny anticipation.

I unbuttoned his pants and licked his hard abs, his belly button, the trail leading to his pulsing manhood. It wasn't much, but the touch of my tongue mixed with the feeling of helplessness drove him mad.

I knew. I'd been there many times myself.

I pulled the zipper down with my teeth and lightly sucked the tip of his dick, which peeked through his boxers, a hot, wet drop of cum waiting for me. He pushed his heels into the bed and moaned low and long. I took off his pants and then admired his toned body and hairless chest. 

I stood before him and stripped, my hands trailing across my body, pinching my nipples, my lips, my fingers finding their way to my smooth, bare clit. His cock got harder when he saw that I had kept my pussy shaved clean. "I prepared dinner for you." He eyed my wet, waiting, hairless cunt with desire and pulled at his restraints.

"Oh, god," he moaned.

"That's for later. You'll eat when I'm through with you. Trust me, you'll need my sweet cum to replenish your strength." 

I sat on his chest, my throbbing pussy inches from his face and prepared to masturbate, butterflies fluttering in my stomach. I'd never masturbated in front of anyone and my nervousness was a good companion to my desire. I hovered over his face, my hands stroking his stubbly head, my breasts barely touching his lips. He stretched, trying to pull my erect nipples into his mouth, by I kept them just out of reach, teasing him in the worst way. Instead of allowing him the pleasure, I tugged on my small breast and craned my neck down, sucking on the pink, hard nipple with my own mouth. He whimpered as he watched.

I opened my legs in a wide "V", bent slightly at the knee, and ran my fingers through my hair. His eyes locked on my trembling hands. I gently pushed my fingers into his mouth, allowing him to suck them, then I removed them and placed my lubricated fingers on either side of my engorged clit. I rubbed both sides simultaneously---up and down, back and forth. My breathing matched the speed of my fingers. A moan escaped my throat as I slipped my index and middle fingers into my swollen pink lips. I slid them in and out, coating them with my wetness, which I rubbed into my clit in tight circles. 

I moaned as I spread my lips with my right hand, the fingers of my left slamming in and out at lightning speed. He looked into my eyes as his hard cock rubbed against my ass cheeks, growing ever harder, demanding my attention. I ignored it. My eyes were half closed, everything fuzzy, but I didn't break contact with his. My fingers found my clit again, and I went back to making tight circles on my blood red sex. The muscles in my pussy contracted and held my fingers inside as I moaned and stroked the inside walls of my cunt. My breathing grew shallow. I was close. My juices flowed freely, like a river running down my thighs and pooling on his stomach. I laid my hand flat on my clit, and pressed, ground, and wiggled against it, my hips moving up and down on his chest, my wetness making slurping sounds as it rubbed between our bodies. I dug all four fingers into my cunt and scratched his chest with my free hand until my pussy was drained of all its joy. I put one finger in my mouth as he watched, and slowly licked it clean. I thrust this same finger back inside me and painted his lips with my milky cum, then poked through, entering his mouth. He sucked it clean and licked his lips. 

"Please," he whimpered, moving on the bed, trying to touch me, any part of me.

I stood beside the bed and licked his stomach, lapping at the milky white puddle like a cat until there was no evidence of my masturbatory cum left of him. He writhed and moaned while I worked. I crawled up the bed and spread his legs apart, smiling at his total submission. I thought he might explode.

I touched the sensitive skin along his thighs that led to his balls and watched as they, too, grew, in hope and pleasure. A large drop of his sweet cum sat on his knob, a second small gift for me. I tenderly sucked it clean. Instead of plowing straight ahead, I lay my warm, full lips on the crown and touched the tip of my tongue to the small hole in the shaft. I licked the underside of his dick, shamelessly bringing him close to insanity. I leaned over and guided his cock into my wide, open mouth. My lips closed at once, wrapping tightly around his shaft. My tongue explored his sweet member. 

His thighs and abdomen clenched as I sank my lips over the end of his shaft, tight and smooth. He closed his eyes and tried to breathe. My mouth didn't just accept his cock, it enveloped it, completely surrounding the rigid pole with my sweet, tireless mouth. Obviously, the inexperienced little girls he'd been with had never brought him this close to heaven.

My hair fell like a curtain around my face, concealing it as I sucked, but the slurping sounds could not be hidden as I worked hard to please him. His hips lifted off the mattress, inviting, compelling me to accept more of his cock into my mouth, which I readily did. I choked a little as his dick repeatedly hit the back of my throat, enticing my gag reflex. There was little he could do to stop the culmination of my assault.

He whimpered, "Suck harder." 

I did. Not longer or faster, just harder. I collapsed my mouth on his shaft in growing strength, increasing the suction, drawing the semen from his balls with sheer force. I pulled him farther and farther into my mouth as he climaxed, his shaft pulsing against my muscular tongue. He cried out as he came, supplying me with a load that filled me until it dripped out the sides of my mouth. I held his cock in my mouth as it continued to throbbed, my lips like a second skin on his hard member.

I released him, and he fell back onto the bed, sighing audibly. I drew my body over his, leaned over his mouth and shared the sweet cum with him, which he accepted readily this time. He could hardly breathe.

I turned around so that I was facing away from his face, my naked pussy on his chest, his flaccid dick on his stomach. I leaned forward and placed my fingers gently on his balls, which tucked up inside of him at my hot touch. I explored farther down, running my fingers across his hairy thighs and placing a finger on the edge of his ass. Every muscle in his body tensed.

"Shave," he muttered.

I teased his ass a little, running my finger around his hole until he unclenched a bit, but not wanting to ruin the trust, I stopped, turned and released his wrists.

"I, I..." He began.

"Yes?" I asked as I took his red, swollen hand in mine, licked at the tender spots and placed it on my throbbing, waiting pussy.

"I won't be able to cum again. Not after that," he apologized.

I smiled."Then you'll have to make me cum. Twice."

I rolled off of him and spread my legs wide. "Taste," I said, remembering the sweet honey I'd spread on my clit, my ass, my lips just for him.

His head disappeared between my legs and moments later his thick, warm tongue was working it's way up my inner thigh. When he reached the honey, he stopped and looked at me. "Shit," was all he said and he began to eat me with such force, such vigor I had to concentrate so that I didn't cum too fast. His tongue worked fast, in and out of my lips, lapping and sucking at the sweetness mixed with my own wetness. 

In a fit of passion, he bit my labia, causing me to raise my hips off the bed and squeal.

"I'm sorry," he panted.

"Fuck sorry, do that again."

He disappeared again and bit playfully at my lips, tugging and stretching as my hips aimed for the sky and I squealed over and over in painful delight. I placed my hand on his shaved head, feeling the prickly roughness on the tips of my fingers and pushed him gently to the side. "Go slow," I reminded him. 

He backed away, sat up and without ceremony shoved three of the fingers on his amazing hand into my wet, pulsing cunt. I came instantly, and he began to stroke my clit. His hand inside of me and the pressure on the outside was too much. My orgasm slammed me again and again until I was gasping for breath, my body glistening with sweat. 

He slowed his pace, bringing me back down until I stopped shaking and my hips returned to the bed. I lay there, motionless with my eyes closed and a smile on my face. 

His mouth went to my sex without me asking, eating me with such force, licking what was left of the honey. I began to grind against him. He sat up, clearly intrigued by this development---tasting the sweet honey on both holes, he wondered, had I prepared my ass for him? His palm rested upon my hot flesh, savoring the warmth. His fingers flexed, groping my lubricated softness. He slid one finger into the well-defined fissure between my cheeks then down the cleft until he found a soft depression of my ass. I gasped and fought against clenching as he had.

"I've never..." he began.

"Me either," I said.

He rubbed a circle around the tiny opening, appling pressure to my clit with one hand and my ass with the other, clearly as intrigued as I was. I inhaled a shallow breath and he could feel my muscles relax with his touch. His finger slid in easily. And I whimpered as my thighs shuddered. He began to trace ever-narrowing circle around both openings. My hips moved in a copy-cat motion and I groaned. Excited by my obvious enjoyment and apparent welcome, he bent his thumb and pushed. I froze and my cheeks flexed. I resisted the intrusion initially, but gradually loosened my muscles as I got used to the probe, allowing both knuckles of his thick, wide thumb to penetrate my ass.

His thumb had barely stopped when I reached down and put pressure on his hand, pushing back. His eyes widened and his cock grew hard against my thigh as he straightened his thumb. Then he reclined against the head of his bed where he had only recently been bound, and watched as I eased back, impaling myself upon his widest digit. As my cunt came to rest against the edge of his forefinger, I began guiding his hand, his thumb, within the snug confines of my ass. When he understood, I removed my helping hand and began to move my hips again, matching my rhythm to the rhythm of his probes. The muscles in both holes gripped his fingers, refusing to let go. 

I could feel every inch of his massive erection as he watched me wiggling my ass on his thumb. He became confident suddenly and took matters into his own hands, moving his index finger along the length of my crease. He wiggled his finger across my clit and my body shuddered, a warm burst of liquid erupting from my pussy, soaking his hand. He withdrew all digits that had invaded me and held his dripping, amazing hand above my face, depositing the sweet cum into my open mouth, licking stray drips on my face with his tongue. I grabbed his hips and thrust his dick into my ripe cunt and pulled him in and out of me with such force that he grabbed onto the bed for support. We both came again, his dick pulsating against the sensitive inner walls of my cunt as his cum filled me full. He collapsed on top of me, breathing heavily, our sweat, our cum, our breath intermingled between our bodies. He fingered the outside of my shaved pussy one last time before falling fast asleep beside me, his arm draped across my tight abdomen. 

I lay there for a few minutes, relishing the sweet joy of a young lover. Then I stood and dressed, kissed the tip of his limp penis, eliciting a groan from his sleeping body, ran my hands across his shaved head one more time, and left.



Trailer Trash Ch. 02



Note from Slick: A lot of you enjoyed the "TOMBOY" series and have asked for me to write another story that included sports and some romance. This chapter continues to go slow so if you are looking for instant sex go elsewhere. Please read "TRAILER TRASH CH. 01" before starting this chapter. All rights reserved.

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"He's still there," Maggie whispered twenty minutes later while peeking out the small door window. She turned to look at the clock. "You dad should be home by now." He was forty minutes late. 

"Maybe I should go and talk to him?" Emily said. "He really wasn't the one who called me Trailer Trash." 

Maggie smiled because she knew Emily really liked him. "Maybe you should." 

Brandon was nervous waiting for Emily's father but he felt it was the only way to let them both know his feelings. He heard the door open and turned expecting to see Maggie but saw Emily instead. "Emily." 

Emily closed the door and sat down next to him. "So welcome to my Trailer." 

"Emily I don't care where you live or what you live in," Brandon said turning to face her. "Bud was just joking and being a jerk." He reached over and took her hand in his but they didn't talk for over a minute. Suddenly the door opened and Maggie ran out. 

"Emily...the hospital is on the phone! Your dad had an accident!" 

"OH GOD!" Emily cried as she stood and ran inside. Brandon and Emily ran in behind her. She listened on the phone before hanging up. "Will you drive me to the hospital?" She asked Brandon. 

"Yes of course," Brandon said. 

"I'll go tell my parents," Maggie said. "We will meet you at the hospital." She took off down the dirt road. 

"Come in I need to get changed," Emily said to Brandon. She ran into the door and down the narrow hallway to her bedroom. 

Brandon moved inside and surveyed the inside of a mobile home for the first time. It was quite small but very clean and modern. A large TV sat on the one side of the living area that was positioned at the front of the trailer. He stood in the kitchen and peeked down the hallway at Emily's doorway. She leaned her face out. "You can come back here if you want." 

Brandon moved down the hall and into her doorway. He froze when he saw her only wearing panties and a bra. 

"Don't act as if you've never seen me like this before," she said as she pulled on a tee shirt and her jeans. After slipping on her new running shoes she moved up to him and lightly kissed him. "I've missed you." 

"Me too," he smiled as he pulled her softness into his hard body. "We...uh...better get to the hospital." 

"Oh God I hope my Dad is OK," Emily said with tears falling from her red eyes. 

"He will be," Brandon said to comfort her but really didn't know for sure. She took his hand and led him out to his car. They sped down the dirt road to the blacktop road by the school and then up the hill. Fifteen minutes later he parked the car by the small hospital and they ran to the front desk. 

"My daddy is here. He was in an accident," Emily said to the young black woman behind the desk. "His name is Jim Miller." 

The girl glanced down the list of patients on her computer monitor. "He's still in surgery. There's a waiting room down that hallway. Go as far as you can and make a right." 

"Thank you," Emily said clutching Brandon's hand tightly. "Oh God he's in surgery." They ran down the hallway and found the waiting area that was empty. She peeked through a door window and saw a nurse standing by the doorway. She pushed it open. "Will you help me?" 

"Maybe...how can I help?" 

"My daddy had a vehicle accident and is in surgery. I need to know how serious it is. His name is Jim Miller." 

"Let me see what I can find out. Please have a seat in the waiting room." She turned and moved down the hallway. 

Emily moved back into the waiting room and hugged Brandon. "Thank you for bringing me here." More tears flowed from her baby blue eyes. He wiped them off and gently kissed her forehead. 

A few minutes later the door opened and the nurse walked out. "He has a head injury and a broken leg. I'm not sure how serious they are. I'm sorry I can't be of more help. Someone will let you know as soon as they can." 

After she left Brandon led her to the small sofa and they sat down. His strong arms held her close while she still gripped his hand tightly. "Do you want to call anyone?" Brandon asked. He knew she did not have her cell phone. 

Emily thought of her mother. "No...Maggie will tell Aunt May." More tears flowed from her eyes and Brandon hugged and lightly kissed her again. He prayed her father was OK. A few minutes later his cell phone rang and it was his mother. 

"I'm at the hospital. Emily's dad was in an accident. I'm with her now," he whispered. "We don't know how bad it is yet." About that time Maggie and her mother ran into the waiting area. 

"How's Uncle Jim?" Maggie asked. 

"We don't know how bad it is. He has a head injury and a broken leg." Brandon answered. He stood up and reached out to shake Maggie's mother's hand. "Hi...I'm Brandon." 

"I've heard about you," Sally Miller said. "Thank you for bringing Emily down here and staying with her." She sat down on the other side of Emily and hugged her. "Don't worry he will be OK." 

Ten minutes pasted that seemed like an hour when they heard someone else walking down towards the waiting area. Emily glanced up to see her mother. 

"Emily." Janet Miller had not seen her daughter in about five months and was shocked to see how much she had grown and developed. 

Emily didn't acknowledge her but instead stood and moved past her to go the restroom. Maggie ran to join her. 

"How is he?" Janet asked her sister. 

"We are not sure. They told Emily he has a head injury and a broken leg," Sally answered. 

"Thank you for calling me." 

She looked at Brandon. "Are you Emily's friend?" 

"Yes Ma'am," Brandon answered. He could see just from this woman's appearance that she was Emily's mother. 

"He's her boyfriend," Sally smiled. 

"Really?" Janet said checking out his handsome appearance. "I didn't know she had one." 

"I like your daughter very much," Brandon said. 

"I guess we are both the same in that respect," Janet said sitting down. "Except she likes you back." 

A well-dressed woman walked up to them. "Hello I'm Mrs. Anderson. Which one of you is the wife of Mr. Miller?" 

"I am," Janet answered. "We are not living together but officially we are still married." 

"I'm afraid we have a problem with his medical insurance. It seems he does not have the extra coverage for a hospital stay and most of the surgery." 

"Well what does it cover?" Janet asked shaking her head. 

"Just the doctor's care and medicine," the woman answered. "We will need some assurance that the costs will be covered." 

"Or what? You will stop the surgery?" Janet snapped back. "My husband may be fighting for his life in there and you are asking me about paying his bills. I think you better get out of my face right now!" 

The woman took a few steps back and then hurried back down the hallway. 

"Good job Janet," Sally smiled. "You acted like you still love him." 

"I do," Janet answered. "I always have." She glanced at Brandon who had set back from the fireworks. "Sorry you had to hear that." 

"That's OK. I'm glad you gave it to her." Brandon saw Emily peek around the corner and motion to him. "I'll be right back." He moved down the hallway and met up with her and Maggie. 

"What happened?" Emily asked. "I heard my mother yelling." 

Brandon grinned. "She just chewed out a woman who wanted to get your father's bills paid. She said he didn't have insurance for most of the costs." 

"Oh no...really?" Emily said. 

Brandon realized he shouldn't have told her. "Don't worry." He hugged her into him again as Maggie walked back to the waiting room. "She did say something you should hear." 

"I don't want to hear anything she said." 

"She said she still loves your father and always has." 

"Really?" Emily asked as she looked up into his eyes. As they hugged another person walked up to them. Brandon turned and saw his mother. 

"Mom." 

Emily moved away and looked at the well dressed woman. She wiped away another tear. 

"So this is the girl I've been hearing so much about." Sylvia smiled. She moved over to Emily and hugged her into her body. "How is your father doing?" 

"We...don't know," Emily said trying not to cry. "I'm very happy to meet you." 

"Me too dear. I know a few people that work here. Let me go and find out as much as I can." She released Emily and smiled at her son before turning around and moving back into the lobby. 

"She's nice," Emily whispered. "Let's go and wait in the waiting area." They held hands as they moved down the hall. 

Emily continued to avoid her mother as they all sat around not knowing what to say. Finally Sylvia and a well dressed man walked into the area. 

"Hello I'm Paul Arnold the hospital president. I've checked on the condition of Mr. Miller and he is out of immediate danger but is still in serious condition. We had to relieve the pressure on his brain from the concussion but he is now awake and wants to see his daughter. It will just be for a few minutes." 

Emily stood with a big smile. "Can I bring someone with me?" 

"Sure but only for a few minutes." 

Emily turned and looked at Brandon. "Will you go with me?" 

"Sure," Brandon said looking at the rest of the family. "I don't want to upset him though." 

"He won't be," Emily smiled. She squeezed his hand and they followed the hospital president. 

Sylvia sat down next to Emily's mother. "Hello Janet." 

"Sylvia." Janet said recognizing her long lost college sorority sister. "Do you work here?" 

"No...Brandon is my son and now I realized Emily is your daughter. I didn't place the Miller name." 

"Oh my God," Janet said. "I'm sorry I should have returned your letters." 

"That's OK. But I would like to know what's going on." Sylvia knew that Janet's parents were very wealthy but didn't understand why Emily lived in a trailer. 

For the next five minutes Janet told her about Jim losing his job and how he forced her away because he could not take care of her and Emily. Then how she had moved in with another man that she worked with however that man was gay and that she had not been with another man except for Jim. 

"But why didn't you ask your parents for help?" Sylvia asked. 

"I have not talked to my parents since my wedding to Jim. They have tried to let me see Emily but I have refused." 

"Can I help any?" Sylvia asked. "It looks like there are some medical bills that need to be paid." 

"Let me think about it," Janet said smiling. "I don't want to mess up Emily with your son. Have you seen the way they look at each other?" 

"Yes. And he's told me how much he cares for her and I don't blame him," Sylvia smiled. 

*****

Jim Miller was still groggy from the pain medication and sedative. He felt someone squeezing his hand and opened his eyes to see his beautiful daughter's face. 

"Hi Daddy," she said. 

"Em...i...ly," he mumbled. "I'm glad ... you...are here." 

"Me too," she said feeling more tears fall from her red cheeks. 

Jim glanced over her head at the familiar face of the boy he had to run off. "I see you two have made up." He forced a grin. 

"Yes...daddy this is Brandon," she said wiping the tears of joy away. She moved back as Brandon's hand moved to his. 

"Hello sir," Brandon smiled. 

Jim felt his strong grip. "I'm not too weak to kick your ass if you mess with my daughter again," he grinned. 

"Believe me I won't," Brandon laughed. "I care a lot for your daughter." 

"Good. Now you two get out of here and let me rest," he smiled when Emily's soft lips pressed against his cheek. "I love you baby." 

"Me too Daddy." 

*****

Janet told Sylvia about how her daughter had blamed her for the separation and how she had not said anything about the problems her father had after he lost his job. "I had to get away or it would have gotten worse," she told her old friend. 

Emily and Brandon walked back into the waiting area and saw their mothers talking. 

"Brandon. Janet was my sorority sister in college," Sylvia said noting the surprise on Emily's face. 

"Wow," Brandon said. "I don't believe it that you two were friends." 

"We can't believe that you two are...dating," Sylvia grinned. 

Emily forced a smile but then moved over to sit next to her aunt and Maggie. "He talked to us but he is still sedated." 

"The doctor stopped by and said he will be OK but will take some time to heal," Aunt Sally said. 

"What about the bills?" Emily whispered not wanting her mother to be involved. 

But Janet overheard her. "Don't worry about the bills." 

"I don't want you paying our bills," Emily snapped. She stood and walked out to the lobby. 

"Janet she needs to know," Sylvia whispered. 

"She won't believe me," Janet said feeling her eyes getting teary. 

*****

"Hey...are you alright?" Brandon asked as he walked up to her. 

"Yes...my daddy will make it and...I'm with you," she smiled. "I don't know what I would have done if you hadn't been here." She moved her lips up to his and lightly frenched across his lower lip. "I've been miserable the past few days." 

"Me too," he whispered as he rubbed her back. Now that her father was OK they were so happy to be back together again. "I wish we were alone." 

"Me too," she whispered while pushing her thigh between his and feeling his manhood. "Maybe you can drive me home tonight." 

"But your Mom..." 

"I'm not going to her place," she said firmly. 

His pants were expanding as he imagined them being alone. "It's OK with me." 

***** As they walked back to the waiting area they passed Sally and Maggie. "Do you want to come home with us?" Her aunt asked. 

"No thanks. Brandon will take me home," Emily said smiling at Maggie. They moved down the hallway. 

"The doctor said there is not much else we can do tonight," Janet said to her daughter when she returned. "Do you want to come by my place?" 

"No," Emily snapped back. "I'm old enough to stay alone." 

"You can stay by us if you want," Sylvia injected. 

"I'd rather stay at my ... house," she said not wanting to say the word trailer to Brandon's mother. 

"Well you are always welcome," Sylvia said as she hugged the girl to her. "Don't stay out too late," she directed at Brandon as she gave him a hug. 

"I...uh...need to go to the restroom," Brandon said knowing Emily needed to talk to her mother. He moved away and Emily started walking away as well. 

"Emily please...we need to talk," Janet said hoping her daughter would turn around. She did. 

"Thanks for coming out," Emily said coldly. "I mean you really didn't have to." 

Janet moved up to her daughter. "The hardest thing I've ever done in my life was leaving you." Her lips were quivering as she continued. "I love you more than anything else in this world but I had to get away from your father. Please forgive me." 

"I can't," Emily said feeling both angry and sad. "Why did you have to leave me...us?" 

"Honey...when your father lost his job he got so depressed and took it out mostly on me. He never hit me or yelled but he stopped talking to me. I tried everything even...I even offered to call my parents for help. I'm sorry I lied to you about them." 

"I have grandparents and you hid them from me," Emily glared. 

"I know...I was wrong because you had the right to meet them and know them. I made some mistakes but please forgive me." Tears rolled down her cheeks until she wiped them away. 

"I can't," Emily said as she pulled away from her mother's hand and walked swiftly down to the restroom. When Brandon walked out she grabbed his arm. "Please take me home." 

*****

The trailer was dark when he pulled up to it. She took his hand and led him inside. "I never thought I'd be alone with you in here," she whispered as she turned on a small light by the sofa and pulled him down on top of her. 

Brandon welcomed her lips and her tongue and later gave her his. He felt her small hands move up under the back of his tee shirt and roam over his bare flesh. Her legs opened wide and allowed him between them until his hard bulge pushed into her covered crotch. 

Both were breathing heavily while their tongue twisted together and her hands moved down under his jeans and boxers to feel his hard naked buttocks. "You have a nice ass," she giggled when she pulled her lips from his and then nibbled on his earlobe. "I've wanted to do this for a long time." She squeezed and caressed. 

"You're driving me crazy," he moaned as her tongue licked under his chin and down to the base of his neck. His hips were now slowly pushing in and out of her opened thighs. He held back not wanting to go too fast but it was her aggressiveness that took them to the next level. 

Emily giggled as she moved her hands from under his jeans and then under his stomach to release the snap. A few seconds later her fingers searched under his underwear until they found his hard cock. "I think it missed me too," she giggled as she stroked him. 

"It did," he laughed. His hands moved down and pushed his jeans down to mid-thigh which now allowed her to explore his balls and all of his length. "I did." He reached down to unsnap her jeans and then pushed them and her panties downward to match his clothing. When he released them and lowered his body downward the tip of his cock pressed into her golden forest. 

Emily knew her jeans and panties restricted him from entering her so she sighed feeling a man's penis against her sex for the first time. She pulled his mouth back down to hers again and gave him one of her hottest and wettest kisses. Again his hips went into a fucking motion but this time no clothing prevented his cock head from rubbing against her swollen clitty. 

"God I want you," Brandon moaned while trying to push off her jeans and panties but she grabbed his hands. 

"Slow down," she whispered while pulling his hands up to cup her covered titties. "Take off my shirt and bra." 

Brandon didn't need to be told again so when her body rose up he pulled off her shirt and reached behind her to release the bra clasp. When it moved away he lowered his lips to suckle her right nipple. 

"Ohhh," Emily moaned. He moved from breast to breast and soon had her body twisting back and forth. Plus his penis was causing some serious heat buildup down below. Suddenly she jerked his head up from her boobs. "We have to slow down!" 

Brandon sighed and his right knee slipped down off the edge of the sofa causing him to fall onto his back with her now on top of him. 

"Good now I'm in control," she whispered as she moved onto her knees and pulled off his jeans and boxers. Her fingers found his raised staff again and slowly stroked it. "When Missy came over what did she do to you?" 

"We shouldn't take about Mis..." 

Emily squeezed his shaft hard. "What did she do?" 

"Ahhh...she touched me and let me touch her and then she...she put her mouth on me." 

Emily had read about oral sex and heard the others talk about blow jobs but really had no idea what to do. "Did she kiss it first?" 

"No..." he moaned as she placed tiny little kisses around the swollen crown and then onto the tiny hole. 

She giggled when he heard his moan and then nibbled on the raised ridge that circled the tip. 

"Jesus," Brandon gasped while looking down at her beautiful lips nibbling on his hard cock. 

Emily knew it was trial and error so she pushed out her tongue and slowly licked around the pre-cum drops. While holding it to the side her tongue traced down the top side and then came up the lower side. He moaned again which caused her to do it again and then once more. "I'm getting close," he warned when her mouth open and moved to the ridge and then her lips pulled together picking up the pre-cum. 




Trailer Trash Ch. 02



"I shouldn't do this," she giggled. "I mean you've heard the rumor about Creeker girls giving blow jobs. Should I stop?" She teased. 

"OH NO PLEASE...DON'T STOP!" He said loudly. 

Her lips once again opened and her mouth moved over the crown until about four inches was inside. Her cheeks bellowed outward as she looked up into his eyes. 

"Ohhhh," he moaned trying to hold back the dam from bursting. 

"Am I doing OK? She whispered. 

"Yes...oh...yes!" 

"Are you ever going to talk to Missy again?" Her tongue licked and flicked at the tiny hole. 

"NO NEVER!" 

She smiled and opened her mouth as far as it would go before sliding her lips down...down...and down his pink lollipop. 

"I'M GOING TO...CUM!" He yelled as he jerked her head off just before the huge white fountain spit upward. Emily sat back, grabbed him and stroked the rest out of him. 

"That was fun," she giggled as she pulled her jeans and panties off and moved down next to him on the rug. She hoped that he was spent enough not to want to fuck her. He moved his lips to hers but she pulled away. 

"Do you really want to kiss me after I just did that?" She asked. His taste still lingered on her tongue. 

"Yes but before I do I want to do this." He moved his lips to her nipple again and then kissed down over her shaking navel. 

"BRANDON!" She screamed when his tongue tasted her very sensitive clitoris. He lifted her ass upward until his tongue pushed against her hymen. He had never licked a pussy before but had read the Playboy Advisor. As he suckled on her clitoris he rubbed up and down her dripping gash. 

If he wanted to fuck her at that moment she wouldn't and couldn't have stopped him. Never had she lost control like this before as her mind left her body and the electrical impulses from her pussy zapped her whole body until everything was tingling and was on fire. 

"BBBBBBB...BRAAAA...BRANNNDON!" She yelled when she climaxed. 

As she lay back after getting her senses back he moved his moist lips to hers. "So that's how I taste," she giggled while licking her juices from his lips. "And here's how you taste," she said before jamming her tongue deep into his mouth. 

*****

"Shit...it's late," he said about ten minutes later when he glanced at this watch. "I better get going. Do you want a ride to school tomorrow?" 

"Yes but I want to stop by the hospital first," she whispered. "Will you pick me up around 6AM?" 

"Of course," he smiled as he gave her one last kiss. Emily lay naked on the floor and watched him get dressed and then move to the door. "I'll be thinking of you all night." He turned and walked outside. 

After the door closed she whispered, "I love you." 

*****

Jim woke up in the middle of the night in the dim lit room and realized where he was. He felt soft fingers in his own and looked over expecting to see Emily but saw his wife instead. "God she looks so beautiful," he thought. She was dozing with her head lying on her shoulder. He rubbed his thumb over her skin and remembered how wonderful she felt. She opened her eyes and smiled at him. 

"Hi," she whispered. 

"I'm glad you came," he whispered back. 

"I'm glad you are still alive," she grinned. 

They continued to touch their fingers together. "So you left Bill." 

"Bill is my friend and that's all," she smiled. "I've never..." 

Jim smiled and closed his eyes. He continued to rub her fingers until he again fell asleep. 

*****

Maggie was eating breakfast when she noticed a black convertible pass her window. "Shit...," she jumped up and watched as Brandon's car turned up the dirt road next to her house. A few minutes later she saw Emily sitting next to the hunk. "You go girl." 

"I didn't get much sleep last night," Emily said moving closer to him. 

"I did," he grinned. "You made me very relaxed." 

"And satisfied?" she giggled. 

He only smiled as he passed the gas station and drove up the hill. 

They moved into her father's room and heard him speaking to someone. Emily pulled Brandon back when she heard her mother's voice. "Let's go." 

"Wait," he whispered. 

"You never slept with Bill." Jim asked. 

"No...I'm still your wife," she smiled. "I'm not Bill's preference." 

"Oh," Jim said realizing what she meant. "You're still my wife?" 

"You...we went through some tough times...but...but...I still love you very much," Janet whispered. 

"Please forgive me for being such a jerk," Jim said. "I know I took everything out on you when I lost my job. I wanted to give you a good life and when I lost everything I felt I failed you." 

"All I ever wanted was you. How many times did I tell you that?" 

"Many times but I guess I was too proud. Will you forgive me?" 

"Yes," she smiled as she leaned over him and kissed his chapped lips. "I love you." 

"I love you too," Jim whispered. 

Tears of joy slithered down Emily's cheeks as she hugged Brandon to her. She opened the curtain and when they turned to look at her she moved between them and they all hugged. 

Even Brandon felt a tear escape his eyes when he saw them together once more. 

"My baby," Janet whispered as she rubbed her fingers through Emily's short blonde hair. 

For the first time in a long time Emily felt everything was coming together. "I have to get to school." She kissed her father and then her mother for the first time in a long time. "You two need to do a lot of talking." She smiled and turned to Brandon. 

"I guess you have a ride to school," Janet smiled as she looked back at the handsome lad. 

"Drive carefully," Jim smiled. 

"Thanks Dad," Emily laughed. 

"Hey it was not my fault," Jim said. "The other guy ran a red light." 

"Tell it to the judge," Emily joked. She grabbed Brandon's hand and skipped down the hallway. 

*****

They made it to school before the school buses and most of the others. Emily kissed him before walking to the coach's office. He was sitting alone. 

"Good morning Coach," she smiled. 

"Emily. Are you feeling better?" 

"Yes I'm fine. Is today the first day of practice?" 

"Yes and I hope you will be there." 

"Definitely," she grinned. She moved out of his office and walked down the hallway and saw Missy by a locker. She turned her head to try and get by her but the other girl saw her. When she looked at her she saw the black eye. 

"I'm surprised you came back to school," Missy quipped. 

Emily had such a wonderful night and morning that she was not going to let Missy spoil it. "I'm glad you missed me," she smiled. 

"You're a whore," Missy spit out ready to take another punch and get another Creeker kicked out of school. 

But Emily kept smiling. "You need some more makeup on that eye." She turned before Missy gave her the finger. 

The rest of the day went smoothly and during lunch Brandon came over and sat next to her. A few minutes Bud stood by the empty seat next to Brandon. "May I sit down?" 

"Did you hear someone speaking to me?" Brandon asked. 

"No...I didn't hear anything," Emily said back. She was still pissed herself being the butt end of his Trailer Trash joke. 

Bud looked at Brandon who looked down at his cheeseburger. "Hey listen I'm sorry for what I said. I say things without thinking sometimes to be funny and sometimes they are not funny. I would do anything to take it back." 

Emily smiled. "I could use some chocolate pudding. How about you?" She looked at Brandon. "Anything you want?" 

"I need a carwash." 

"DEAL!" Bud yelled as he ran to the food line and cut in front of two freshmen. He came back with two puddings. "I'll wash your car after school." 

He sat and they smiled and laughed but not at any Creeker or Trailer Trash jokes. They did not see Missy steaming over in the corner. 

*****

"Practice should be over around 5PM," Emily said to Brandon after the Chemistry class. "Will you take me to the hospital?" 

"Of course," he answered. 

"And later take me to my empty..." she was about to say house but didn't. "Trailer." 

"Definitely," he grinned. He leaned over and kissed her softly. "Watch your back at practice." 

"She will be behind me," Emily grinned thinking if they had a race. 

However practice really didn't get them pitted against each other nor did they do any timings. The coach spent most of the time showing them how to stretch and exercise before they ran or did the other events. Emily stayed away from Missy or her girls and managed to keep it quiet until they all returned to the locker room. 

As Emily showered Brandy removed her clothes and hid them in an empty locker. She was the last one to leave the showers and when she returned she found her clothes missing. "Shit," she whispered realizing what had happened. She opened the empty lockers near hers but didn't find anything. Luckily they left her books and cell phone. She called Brandon. 

"Hi...I need your help," she whispered. 

"What's wrong?" Brandon asked hoping Missy had not hurt her. 

"They took my clothes and the only thing I have on right now is a towel." 

"Really?" Brandon smiled. "I'll be right there." He left a few football friends and ran to the girl's locker room door. After looking all around, he peeked inside and saw her standing near the lockers. "Is it OK to come in?" 

"Yes," she smiled. She moved back into the lockers and when he got close she pulled the towel off. "So will you help me find my clothes?" 

"No...I don't want you to have any clothes," he said looking at her aroused nipples and fluffy golden bush. 

"If you help me find them I'll let you take them off of me later," she giggled. He had seen her naked twice now and she was not nervous about it anymore. 

He moved up to her and reached out to cup her soft mounds. While gently caressing them his lips moved to hers. They frenched for a few minutes and then he moved back and looked into her eyes. "Emily...I think I..." 

She smiled and pressed her lips back to his again before moving back herself. "I know...me too." Again they kissed for a few more minutes before she pushed him back. "I need my clothes." 

Brandon flew around opening the lockers until he found them. "Over here." She pulled them out and realized her new running shoes were missing. "They took my running shoes." 

They looked in all the lockers but came up empty. Luckily she had her old sneakers in her locker and put them on. "I can still beat her." Emily glared as they walked from the locker room. 

***** 

Jim Miller was now sitting up and eating when Emily and Brandon walked in. 

"How are you feeling?" Emily asked as she jumped onto the bed next to him. 

"A lot better. I had a headache most of the morning." He kissed her forehead and held out his hand to Brandon. "Thanks for watching Emily for me." 

He wanted to say my pleasure but didn't. "Anytime," he smiled. 

"Where's Mom?" Emily smiled. 

Jim smiled back. "She's packing. I've asked her to move back with us." He hoped it was alright. 

"When?" Emily asked hoping she would have at least one more night alone with Brandon. 

"In a few days. I should be discharge in a day or two. The good news is that the other guys insurance will be paying for all of my medical costs." 

"It really was his fault," Emily giggled. 

"Hey..." Jim laughed as he hugged her once more. Brandon's phone rang. 

"Hello mom," he said. "I'll ask." He looked at Emily. "My mother would like to know if you would like to come to dinner at our house tonight. And your mother if you can contact her." 

"Uh oh," Jim smiled. "Dinner at a boyfriend's house. Sounds kind of serious to me." 

"Shut up," she blushed. "I'd love to," she smiled at Brandon. She called her mother but she couldn't make it. 

*****

Paul Walsh had put on his best polo shirt in anticipation of meeting the girl who stole his son's heart. He had met Emily's mother a long time ago when he dated Sylvia in college but really couldn't remember her. "Do I look OK?" 

"Yes dear," his wife laughed. "Believe me when you meet Emily you will think you have known her all your life so relax and help me with the salad." 

Brandon pulled his car into their driveway and saw Emily smiling. "What are you smiling about?" 

"All those mornings I used to watch this door from the school bus hoping you would come out," she said holding his hand. 

"If I had known I would have been here every morning," he smiled. 

"I'm nervous," she whispered when the car stopped and they walked to the front door. 

"Don't be," he grinned. "You've already met my mother and my father is a big teddy bear." 

She followed him into the house and stopped to look at the huge marble foyer and staircase. "This is so beautiful." 

"So are you," he whispered as he bit her earlobe. 

"Stop," she said moving away. She followed him down the hallway and into the kitchen. 

"Dad...I want you to meet..." he was about to say Emily but stopped. "Meet my girlfriend...Emily." 

Emily blushed hearing her new title. "Hello Mr. Walsh." She held out her tiny hand. 

"God no wonder my son has been brain dead the past week or so," Paul said looking into her blue eyes. "I'm very glad to meet you Emily." 

"Hi Emily," Sylvia said as she wiped her hands on a dishcloth. She moved over and gave her a light hug. "Welcome to our home." 

"It's so big and beautiful. My mother couldn't make it tonight," Emily smiled. "Can I help you do anything?" 

"My...oh...my," Sylvia grinned. "One of Brandon's friends asking if they can help...amazing." She of course was referring to Missy who did very little except complain and expected to be waited on. 

"I do a lot of cooking for my father," Emily grinned. "But maybe not as much anymore." 

"Good," Sylvia smiled. "Janet is moving back with you two?" 

"Yes Ma'am." 

"Well we have about ten minutes before we eat so why don't Brandon show you around?" 

"OK," Brandon smiled. He took her hand and led her back into the house. "I think they like you." 

"Good because I really like you," she whispered as they moved into the huge dining room. 

"I thought you loved me," he whispered before kissing her soft lips. 

"I didn't say it," she giggled. 

"Me neither," he grinned. She punched him on this shoulder and they moved up the stairs. "This is my room." 

Emily peeked inside. "Is it safe?" She saw the bed and all of the sports posters while moving to sit on his bed. "Is this where you think of me?" 

"It's one of the places," he whispered as he moved next to her. Her head and lips turned to him and then pressed into his lips. His tongue moved first with hers quickly behind. When his hand moved to her breast she pushed him back. 

"Too dangerous." She looked down at his swollen bulge. "Are you always like that?" 

"Hey I saw you naked in the shower room before. What do you expect?" 

She giggled and stood up. "I'll take care of it later." As he grabbed for her she moved into his bathroom. "Do you think of me when you shower?" 

"You're killing me," he whispered while moving up behind her and pushing his hard-on into her soft cheeks. "My father was right because I only think of you." He nibbled on her neck. 

"BRANDON!" His mother yelled from the base of the stairs. "DINNER'S READY!" 

She turned and glanced down. "You better hide that." She moved by him and down the stairs. 

"Where's Brandon?" Sylvia asked when Emily walked into the kitchen alone. 

"He's in the bathroom," Emily smiled. She saw the stack of plates on the table and immediately put them and the silverware in place. A few minutes later Brandon walked in and stuck his tongue out at Emily. 

*****

"Don't stay out too late," Sylvia whispered to her son after dinner. Paul only smiled and gave him the thumbs up. 

Emily jumped into his car and they moved down the hill. When they got to the gas station they saw Bud's car and Maggie leaning over into it. 

"Are you two talking again?" Brandon yelled. 

"She's going all the talking and I'm listening," Bud grinned. 

"Smart man," Emily laughed. She looked at her watch and knew Maggie was about to get off work. "Do you care if they come to the trailer?" 

"Yes..." Brandon whispered. "I want to be alone with you." 

"We still can be," Emily smiled. She liked it when Maggie was matched up with Bud. "Would you two like to join us?" She didn't mention the word trailer. 

Bud smiled but Maggie glared. "If you say the "T" word you are dead," Maggie growled at Bud. 

"I'll never say that "T" word again," Bud grinned. The two cars headed up Jacob Creek. 

*****

Paul was watching TV alone when the doorbell rang. He answered it and saw a man in a suit standing with a silver badge held up in his hand. "Paul Walsh?" 

"Uh..yes...can I help you?" 

"I'm Ed Taylor from the SBI. Could I ask you a few questions?" 

"What is it about?" Paul asked nervously. 

"Mayor Cameron," the man replied. 

"Yes...please come in," Paul smiled. They moved into his private office and he closed the door. "My wife is upstairs but she shouldn't bother us. What are your questions?" 

"Well your company's name came up on a list of contractors the city has used in the past and..." He hesitated. "And we have found some unethical and illegal practices." 

"With my company?" Paul asked surprised. He had always conducted his business ethically and within the law. 

"No...not with your company but with another company owned and operated by the Mayor's brother." 

Paul smiled. "I was wondering how long it would take you. Actually I just lost a contractor job with the city because my son broke up with his daughter." He saw the man taking notes. "Of course I can't prove that." 

"Do you know anything about McMillan Construction?" 

"I know they got the job I should have gotten. Why?" 

"It seems the Mayor is a silent partner with that company." 

"Damn," Paul said sitting back. "So that's why they've come into Glendale the past year and have eaten my lunch." 

"Well I wanted to talk to you before tomorrow because we will be arresting the mayor and the others for their dirty deeds. Can we count on you as a witness?" 

"Definitely," Paul grinned. "Just tell me when and where." 

"Please keep this quiet," Agent Taylor said as he stood and shook Paul's hand. Paul walked him out and opened a can of his finest beer. "A celebration." 

***** 

"Very nice," Bud said when the four of them moved into the mobile home. Brandon glared at him. "I mean it!" 

"Have a seat and we will be out soon," Emily said to the boys before the girls moved into her bedroom. 

"Here we are again," Maggie smiled. "But I don't have my new underwear on." 

"Sorry I only have one nice sexy pair," Emily giggled. "There's something I need to tell you." They sat down on the bed and Emily told her about the oral sex the night before. 

"You gave him a blowjob?" Maggie gasped.

""Shhhh," Emily said putting her hand over her cousin's mouth. "And he did the same to me." 

"Jesus it's no matter you are so happy," Maggie giggled. "So are you going all the way tonight?" 

"No...I don't think we are ready for that yet. We've only been together for a few weeks." 

"So what was it like?" Maggie whispered. "I mean sucking on it?" 

"You don't really suck or blow," Emily smiled. "You just lick and move your mouth up and down on it." 

"You...he didn't cum in your...mouth...did he?" 

"No," Emily smiled. "I'm not ready for that yet either." 

"So how do you want to work this tonight?" Maggie smiled. She had been extremely horny since the night at Bud's house. 

"You get the living room and I'll bring Brandon in here." 

"Can't I have your father's bedroom?" 

"No...and stay out of there." 

*****

"So have you fucked her yet?" Bud whispered to his friend. 

"Fuck don't you ever learn?" Brandon said after pushing Bud onto his side. 




Trailer Trash Ch. 02



"Hey it's just me and you dude. We used to talk about these things." 

"You blew that," Brandon said as he sat back waiting for the girls to come back out. A few minutes later Maggie walked out. "Emily wants you in her bedroom." 

Brandon smiled and moved past her. He saw the lights off and moved inside. "Close the door," Emily whispered from under the sheet. 

He did as she said and stood in the dark barely making out her shape under the sheet. "Take off your clothes and join me." 

He quickly jerked off his shirt and pushed off his jeans before stripping off his boxers and feeling his way to the bed. After lifting the sheet he moved his naked front up to her backside. She was facing the other way. "Ummm," he whispered while moving his hand down to cup her bare soft buttock. 

Emily giggled and pushed her ass back into his hardness. His lips moved to her earlobe as his fingers moved around to fondle her titty. Her hand moved back over her hip and took his hard cock and pressed it lengthwise into her ass crack. 

"Ohhhh," Brandon moaned when her body moved up and back downward. A few more times his body joined hers until he was rubbing his hard-on up and down her ass cushions. 

His fingers felt good toying with her nipple but she needed it down below. She pulled it downward and opened her legs just enough to allow his middle finger to rub over her swollen clitoris. "That feels so good." 

The bed was squeaking and banging against the thin wall with enough noise for Maggie and Bud to hear it. 

"Don't get any ideas," Maggie grinned as she pushed him onto his back and unzipped his fly. "They are not fucking and neither are we." Her fingers pulled out his hard member and rubbed over the tip. "Close your eyes." 

Bud did as she said but opened them again when he felt her lips kissing the throbbing tip. "OH MAGGIE!" 

*****

Brandon stopped humping Emily's butt when they both heard Bud's scream. They both laughed and he then resumed his motion. He was not fucking her but it sure felt like it. As he rubbed her clitty her legs opened just enough for him to try and push his prick under her ass. 

Emily was lost in passion as he rubbed her pleasure button and didn't know his crown was pressing against her hymen until she felt some pressure. Her fingers moved under his finger and felt his cock head trying to enter her. "Brandon we can't," she gasped. 

"God I want you so much. Emily I love you," he moaned. 

Emily loved him too but knew his dick was doing most of the talking. "I want to do it too but not yet," she whispered while pushing his rod back under until it parted her ass again. She waited for him to hump her again but he remained frozen. 

Brandon was disappointed as he had hoped to lose his virginity that night. He was the school stud but had never gone all the way. He moved back from her and lay on his back looking upward. 

Emily turned around and moved her lips to his ear. "Please have some patience. I'm not used to having a boyfriend and things are going too fast." Her fingers found and stroked his hard shaft. 

Brandon's disappointment eased away when she kissed and licked his hard nipple and then moved her head over his navel until her tongue licked the pre-cum from his cockhead. "Emily...you don't have to," he whispered but her mouth opened and swallowed about five inches of his pink tower. She licked and sucked and moved her mouth off. "Shhhh." 

*****

Maggie was a quick learner as well and soon felt Bud's hands holding her head as she moved it up and down his penis. Being small, she was able to take all he had and have room to spare. She heard his groan and moved her lips off. "Don't you dare cum in my mouth Bud." 

"I won't," he moaned. He pulled her shirt and bra off as her mouth returned and sucked him in. With his mind on undressing her he did not realize how close he was. The next time her mouth bottomed out his hot spunk shot up out of his tip and into her throat. "OH GOD!" He cried knowing she was going to kill him. 

Maggie tried to breath but the spunk filled her throat so she did the only thing she could. She gulped down one load and tried to move her mouth off but he filled it again. She swallowed again and once more before he was finally empty. After moving her mouth off she wiped the residual cum from her chin and smiled at him. 

"Maggie I tried to hold it but..." 

"That's OK." 

"It is?" Bud asked surprised. 

"Yes." She stood up and pushed off her jeans and plain white panties showing him her trimmed dark bush. "You wanted to see me naked last time." 

"God you are beautiful," Bud smiled as he reached for her. But she slapped his hands away. 

"Lay down on the floor on your back." 

Bud pushed off his jeans and briefs and did as she said. He rubbed his penis hoping for a second life but it was dead. "Sorry." 

"Oh I'm not going to fuck your penis," Maggie giggled. "I'm going to fuck something else." She lifted her leg over his head and as he looked up into the first pussy he had ever seen she lowered it downward until it covered his nose and mouth. "Now you lick and suck." Her hips shifted forward and back. 

Bud's nose was the first part of his body to touch a girl's pussy for the first time. It rubbed into her trimmed pubic mound as his lips pressed into her lower ones. He managed to gasp for air each time she pushed her pussy to his chin. "Use your tongue," she ordered as she lifted and looked down at his dripping mouth. When it came out she aimed her clitty at it. He knew what to do after that. 

*****

Emily heard the other couple's obvious sexual sounds from the other room and continued to lick and taste Brandon's shaft. Her fingers toyed with his balls and even brushed over his rear hole. She knew he was disappointed because she would not let him fuck her so she decided to go for it. As her mouth moved up and down she felt him rising which meant he was about to cum. 

"Now Emily NOW!" He yelled giving her enough time to move back but her lips stayed and he filled her mouth and throat. She swallowed and continued doing it until he was empty. After his body relaxed she moved off the bed. "I'll be right back." She moved naked out into the hallway and saw Maggie's bare body sitting on Bud's face on the rug. "Excuse me but I need a Coke." 

Bud tried to look over at her but Maggie's legs prevented it. "Would you get me one too?" Maggie asked with a giggle. 

"Sure," Emily smiled as she pulled out two cans and popped the top. She walked over to Maggie and looked down at Bud's smaller semi-hard on. "I better get back to Brandon." She turned and saw him standing naked in the hallway looking at Maggie's smaller tits and darker bush sitting on his friends face. 

"Can I have one too?" Brandon asked with a smile. 

"Yes," Emily giggled as she gave him hers and pulled one out for herself. 

Bud managed to lift Maggie's pussy from his face and look over at a naked Emily and Brandon. "Would you two give us some privacy please?" 

"Can you breathe under there?" Brandon asked with a hearty laugh. 

"Yes...now get out of here," Bud said before moving his mouth back and allowing Maggie to lower her pussy again. 

Maggie again checked out Brandon's package and sighed. For now Bud's would have to do. 

Emily and Brandon moved back into her bedroom and finished their Cokes before moving back into the bed. This time they hugged their fronts together and just kissed. "I need to make you satisfied," he whispered as he touched down over her moist slit. She looked at the clock and knew they had at least another 30 minutes. "Just kiss me and hold me," she whispered. He moved this hand away and did just that. 

"You can't love me because you haven't known me that long." 

He pulled her closer. "I have no idea what love is supposed to feel like but it can't be any stronger than what I feel about you right now," he whispered. 

She smiled and kissed his neck softly. It was almost an hour later before the boys left the trailer. "I'll be by to pick you up for school tomorrow," Bud whispered to Maggie as he moved away from her. 

Maggie grinned and watched them drive away. "You know I'm starting to like him." 

"You should after sitting on his face for an hour," Emily laughed. 

*****

It was lunch time the next day as the four of them sat in the lunchroom when the principle came in and spoke with Missy who was sitting a few tables away. The whole room watched as Missy dropped her fork and stood up. The principle walked her out the door. 

"What was that all about?" Bud asked Brandon. 

"My father told me last night and made me promise not to tell anyone." Brandon whispered loud enough so the girls could hear. "Her father was arrested this morning." 

"No shit?" Bud said. 

"No shit." Brandon replied. 

*****

It was after school as the girls and boys all stood around Coach James. Brandon decided to go out for the Javelin throw so he could see more of Emily. Missy was not there. 

"I've put up some lists on the bulletin board inside for you all to sign up for the event you want to participate in. I'll do my best to put you in those events but if I think you would be better somewhere else or if I need you there I'll put your names there. For the rest of today continue to stretch and even practice the events you like the most." 

Emily moved towards Brandon but the coach pulled her aside. "I guess you've heard about Missy's father and I have no idea what that will mean to the team. And, I know there is some friction between the two of you that must be gone before we have our meets." 

"Yes sir," Emily said. She knew she had to get along with Missy during the competitions. 

"Also, since I've timed both of you I've decided not to have you both in the same race. You are much stronger in the distance races and Missy is better in the sprints. I hope you don't mind." 

Emily smiled realizing the coach separated them to cut down on the hostility and competition between them. "That will be great." 

"Also," Coach James said. "I spoke to the principle this morning about Maggie and she will be coming back to school tomorrow." 

Emily knew it was after the coach had heard about the mayor's arrest. "That's great coach!" As she walked away she heard the coach still talking. "I found your running shoes this morning and they are in your locker." 

She smiled and walked over to Brandon. "Maggie's coming back to school tomorrow and the coach found my shoes." 

"Good," he smiled as he hugged her into him. They worked out for about an hour and then checked the lists. "Looks like you are in the mile and two mile races. Can you do both in one day?"

"I run four miles a day after school. No big deal," she smiled. "Are you sure you won't mess up your arm throwing the javelin?" 

"My arm only hurts when it's behind your neck for an hour or more," he teased. 

"OK...don't hug me anymore," she said as she turned and moved to the locker room. 

"Hey wait...I didn't mean it." 

***** 

After they showered Brandon and Emily went to see her father who was now sitting up in a chair next to the window. Her mother sat next to him. 

"Well look at you," Emily giggled as she moved over and lightly kissed his cheek. She moved to her mother and did the same. "Hi Mom." 

"Not ready to walk yet," Jim said sticking out his leg in a cast. "Hi Brandon." 

"Hello sir," Brandon smiled as he shook his hand. "Hello Mrs. Miller." 

"As much as I enjoy hearing that," she stopped and smiled at her husband. "I'd prefer it if you called me Janet." 

"Same here," Jim injected. 

"You want him to call you Janet?" Emily giggled. 

Jim reached for her but she jumped back. "Can't get me anymore," Emily laughed. 

"I'm moving into our home tonight," Janet said to her daughter. 

"Good," Emily smiled. Even though it meant a stop to her intimacy with Brandon she wanted her mother back again. 

They talked and sat around for about thirty minutes when Bud walked around the corner. 

"Bud what are you doing here?" Emily asked surprised. 

Bud moved aside and his father moved into the room. Jim recognized him right away. "Mr. Samuels," Jim said. 

"Hi Jim," Mark Samuels said as he moved into the room. He was then introduced by Jim to Emily and his wife. "Well Bud has told me about your bad luck and I thought I'd come by and maybe cheer you up." 

"I...uh...don't understand," Jim said. He had only talked to this man a few times when he worked at the refinery. 

"A manager's job has opened and your name came up in a meeting the other day. After checking with the other managers and some of the employees I think you would be the best man for this job." 

Jim was speechless as he looked at all the smiling faces around the room. "A manager's job?" He was only a supervisor before. 

"Yes, you should have been promoted to manager before and the pay increase is quite considerable," Mark said. "If you want to think about it let me know next week. We are in a rush to fill the job but only if it's the right person." 

Jim looked at his wife. "What do you think?" 

A tear rolled from her eye. "It's up to you honey." 

"OK...count me in," Jim said holding his hand out. Mark shook it and whispered to Brandon on the way out. "She's very cute." 

"I know," he whispered back. As Bud walked by Brandon gave him a hug. "Thanks." 

"It was the least I could do," Bud grinned as he followed his father out. 

***** 

Things quieted down the next two weeks. Maggie returned to school and everyone knew she was dating Bud. Missy returned as well but was not as prissy as she was before. The SBI had taken their cars as well as freeze all of their bank accounts. Mayor Cameron resigned before he was officially fired and soon the bank gave them 2 weeks to get out of their house. 

"Where are we going to live?" Missy asked her parents. So far she had gotten rides to and from school from Allison and Brandy who lived near her. 

"I found a nice home with low rent on...Jacobs Creek," Her mother said. 

"JACOBS CREEK!" Missy shouted. "I'LL BE A CREEKER!" 

The End of Chapter 2. 

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Note from Slick: I know this chapter was kind of mushy but poor Emily needed some good things to happen. I'm planning on one more chapter so let me know any ideas you might have. I've used a few from your emails. Don't forget to vote and send me an email. Thanks. 



Trailer Trash Ch. 03



This time the subject line of his email said, "Please." When I opened it, there was no content. I hit reply and told him three things: meet me at the RV in five days, do not shave your head during the days we are apart, bring something to play with. 

Inside the RV, he sat at the table waiting. My eyes went immediately to his head, where a thin layer of dark brown stubble covered his normally smooth pate. I felt wet grow in my undies. I sat my bag on the table, slid a chair to the middle of the floor and beckoned him to sit. He willingly did as I asked. Once he was seated, I straddled him and pulled shaving cream, a razor and a towel from my bag.

His eyes grew big. "Have you done this before?" His hand was gently massaging my cunt through the rough denim of my jeans.

"No."

With my cold hands, I covered his rough head with shaving cream. I was so turned on that I had to fight the urge to pull his cock out and suck it. Instead, I licked his lips and ran the razor from the center of his head as far back as I could reach in one smooth stroke, his hands holding firmly to my tiny waist. 

I felt a little faint as I ran my fingers across the cleanly shaved space on his head. "Oh, fuck."

I rinsed the razor in the bowl of water I had warmed, and began again, drawing the razor back, stroke after long stroke and his dick grew harder and harder in his pants. I couldn't keep my hands off of his ever smoother head. I licked it, I kissed it, I admired how beautiful it was. Leaning against the chair for support, I shaved the back of his head until it shone. I cleaned the remaining shaving cream from his head and then licked his bald head with my tongue as he moaned. 

The sight of his bald head, the fact that I had returned it to its original condition made me weak in the knees.

"Who's first?" He asked.

"I am," I said, although I was worried I would orgasm when his hands removed my pants.

He took me to the bed, pulled my pants from around my waist and plunged his thick tongue into my mouth, exploring. I ran my hands over his head again and had to concentrate on not cumming. He pulled my top off over my head, undid my bra and sucked happily on first one tit and then the other. Next he pulled my underwear down, revealing my freshly shaved cunt. He eyed it hungrily. 

"Oh, god." He was powerless against my mighty shaved pussy.

"I shaved again, just for you."

His mouth went to it, open and taking my entire pelvic region inside it. He exhaled in it and I pushed against his teeth. He licked me, but quickly pulled back. He had other things to do first.

Then he bent down and pulled a box from underneath the bed. It said, "Microscope" on the outside. A confused look covered my face. 

"Wait," he said nervously. 

He opened the lid and placed three test tubes on the table, each one slightly longer and slightly more round than the last. Five inches, seven inches, nine inches. I wriggled in anticipation and wetness spread across my heaving thighs.

A smile broke across my face. "Nice," I complimented him. He looked relieved.

"Should I tie your wrists?" He asked.

Without a word, I raised my hands above my head.

He retrieved the restraints from the kitchen table, tied my hands loosely to the headboard and got to work. His large hands masterfully choosing the first and smallest test tube. He forcefully pushed my legs into a V and brought the test tube toward my pulsing cunt. I stopped him.

"Warm it up," I told him.

"What?"

I pointed to the tiny microwave in the kitchen. "Heat it up. Pleasure and pain."

"You sure?"

"Yes." But even I wasn't sure this was a good idea.

He reluctantly got up, placed the test tube in the microwave, turned it on, and then brought it back to me. 

"It's really warm," he cautioned as he gently tossed between his two hands.

I bit my lip and spread my legs farther apart. He slowly placed the round tip on my heaving cunt. He wiggled it around on the outside first, coating it in my wetness, then spread my lips apart, the searing heat causing me to lift my hips from the bed, and began to insert the tube into my body. I froze and sucked in my breath and he hesitated. I took over, telling him softly to push with a little more force, but slowly. He took my lead and agonizingly, inch by inch slid the test tube into my naughty, anxious pussy. My lip began to bleed from biting it so hard, but once the heated glass was completely accepted into my cunt it was amazing. I whispered, "Lick it."

He willingly complied. 

Leaving the five inches of warm tube inside me, he placed his mouth on my cunt and licked around the inserted tube in a circular motion until juices spilled out around the glass. Unceremoniously, he ripped the tube out and caught the wetness that followed it with his tongue.

He placed the first tube on the table and reached for the second one. "Heat?" He asked. 

I closed my eyes and nodded.

He placed the microwaved second tube, all seven inches, painstakingly slowly into my cunt, branding my flesh in his name as it was inserted. It took him more than three minutes to slide it into me and I cried out in wonderful pain the entire time. Again he put his mouth on my hole and ran his tongue in a circular motion on my clit until my juices flowed. The he made his mouth mimick the round opening of the tube, placed his lips against it and hummed. I threw my hips up, but he stayed with me, hummming, making the glass inside of me rattle and vibrate like a dildo, only stronger and with more movement as his voice grew louder inside of me. I came hard and fast, my orgasm wracking my body. He jabbed a finger in my ass as a bonus. The pain was amazing.

Again he tore it from me, my lips crying as it exited, leaving an empty, gaping hole behind it. 

He licked the second tube clean of my sweet cum, placed it by the first and reached for the third one. "Heat?" He asked.

I shook my head. "It won't fit."

"Heat?" He asked, ignoring me.

"But..."

He cut me off. "Heat?" He demanded. 

He was learning.

"Yes." I bit my lip again and clenched my hands into tight fists. I wanted it. I wanted that long, thick, hot tube inside my slutty little body and he couldn't wait to do it.

The heat was searing as he gingerly placed the nine inch tube against my pussy. My muscles contracted at the thought of accepting this offering. 

"Relax," he ordered.

I tried but found it nearly impossible. Sensing that I needed help, he put pressure on my clit with his finger, running it in tight, hard circles. This automatically made me weak, causing the doors to my pussy to open wide. Without a warning, he thrust the entire nine inch tube into my body in one swift motion, throwing my hips off the bed again. He pulled it in and out, shoving it further into my dripping cavity with such force that I could feel it touch virgin territory inside of me. My orgasm exploded and I screamed. He reached up with his hand, leaving the tube stranded inside my cunt and covered my mouth. When I had come down from my high, he pulled the tube out slowly and then rammed his own, living, pulsing cock into my throbbing, burning cunt until I went again from the sheer joy of feeling his manhood replace the lifeless glass. 

Spent, I lay on the bed with my eyes closed.

"I'm sorry," he said as he stroked my hair and released my hands from their ties.

My eyes shot open. "Never apologize."

I slowly sat up, my throbbing cunt wet and used. It was his turn. I removed his shirt and then his pants and boxers. "Tied up?"

He shook his head no but his cock stood at attention, clearly intrigued.

"I can see that you want to be," I said as I placed my mouth on the tip of his hard shaft and bit gently. He moaned and willingly placed his hands above his head for me.

I took the warm ties from the bed and secured his hands above his head. He moaned and his dick pulsed against his stomach.

Figuring him for an inexperienced player, I decided to go easy on him and brought nothing hardcore to play with. This time.

I withdrew a jar of hot fudge from my bag. His muscles tensed. I stood and walked to the microwave, heated it until steam rose off the top. He sucked in his breath.

I placed my finger in the jar and stirred as he squirmed and wriggled on the bed. I ran my chocolate covered finger from my belly button down to my clit and covered myself in the hot delicious liquid. I moved up the bed, sat on his chest, and reminded him, "There is no real pleasure like that which comes with pain." He winced and nodded. 

I turned so that I was facing backward and sat on his face. I allowed him to lick my chocolate covered cunt, to explore my chocolate flavored ass, for a few minutes before I addressed him. I lifted my cunt from his stubbly face and slowly poured a long line of molten liquid from his chest to his navel then sat back down of his mouth. He bit at my labia when the first drops hit his creamy flesh and I slid my ass around on his face to make him release me. I lay flat against his body, licking the line that led to his cock slowly and gleefully. 

When I reached his dick, I held the hot fudge above it, moved away from his face and asked, "OK?"

He whimpered and nodded.

I turned the glass jar upside down and hot liquid spilled onto his penis and ran down shamelessly, covering his balls which instantly pulled up inside him. It pooled on the sheets, burning his thighs. He cried out. I poured more of the steamy liquid onto him as he wriggled and tried to escape.

I put the jar aside and placed my mouth on his shaft. I licked it, tasting the sweet chocolate on my tongue. He had gone partially flaccid from the shock and the heat, so I went to work, making him rock hard once again. Slowly I took every inch inside my mouth, letting it slide down my throat, collapsing my cheeks onto the sides, applying pressure and sliding it in and out slowly. All of his muscles began to relax expect for his cock, with grew harder and harder. My mouth was like a second skin and within seconds he began to grow inside me, pulsing and throbbing until the tip of his shaft hit the back of my throat and made me gag. I sucked hard, grabbing his balls with my hand, until his cum shot into my mouth. I pulled hard and released him and the last of it shot straight out with such force that it rained down on us. Chocolate covered cum.

I turned around to look at his face for the first time since I had started. He was smiling through the pain. I released his wrists from the restraints and he rubbed at the raw spots. He pushed me over and licked the cum and hot fudge that had stained my body, his fingers dancing on the outside of my pussy until I was grinding against him, willing him to put them inside. He wickedly dipped them in hot chocolate and thrust them into me, two in my pussy and one in my ass. It stung and burned and I pushed harder against his hand until he filled me. Thinking it impossible, I came again in a burst of chocolate cum, which he lapped off of my tired cunt.

When I left, I had hot chocolate stains on my shirt and pants and a satisfied look on my face. I knew there would be another email, another meeting. 



Trailer Trash Ch. 03



Note from Slick: This is the last chapter of the Trailer Trash story. Please read "Trailer Trash Ch. 01 and 02 first to get up to date. All characters are at least 18 years old in the story. All rights reserved. 

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"Emily wait up!" Brandon yelled from behind the two mutt dogs trying to catch Emily. She had about a 50 foot lead on him and the dogs and the gap was getting wider and wider. He saw her go around a turn in the road and when he moved around it he stopped next to her. 

"Th...th...thanks," he huffed and puffed. 

"I didn't stop for you," she whispered. "Look." 

Brandon looked over her head across a weed-filled lawn at an old mobile home. Carrying in a box was Missy. "Holy shit." 

"I heard she had to leave her big house but I...I never expected this," Emily said wanting to smile but didn't. 

"Good. She deserves to live in a trailer," he said without thinking. 

Emily turned and glared at him. "No...that's not what I meant..." Before he finished she bolted up the dirt road. "Emily...stop...oh God not again," he said as he took off behind the dogs again. 

*****

Missy wanted to move in at night but the only time her mother could get someone to help them move was during the day. She tried to hide her face as much as possible but when she moved up the steps she heard Brandon's voice. She quickly turned and saw him running up the road behind Emily. "Shit." 

"Missy put that box in the kitchen," her mother said when she entered the trailer. 

"Mom...please can't we get an apartment down town somewhere?" Missy whined. 

"We can't even afford an apartment right now. When your father gets out of jail he told me he will get us out of here." 

"I'm never leaving this...this...this...trailer." 

*****

Emily was surprised when she heard Brandon's footsteps catching up to her. She was running full blast but he was at her heels. She knew he didn't mean to put her down with the trailer remark but she wanted to bust his chops. She turned and ran backwards. "So do I deserve to live in a trailer too?" 

"I wasn't...talking about...you," he panted. Since he was looking at her he didn't see the hole in the dirt road and his body went tumbling head first. "AHHH!" 

Emily quickly stopped and leaned over to help him. "Are you alright?" 

Suddenly he grabbed her arm and pulled her down on top of him. "No I'm not alright." He pulled her lips to his and they kissed in the middle of the road. "I haven't been alright since I talked to you in chemistry." 

"Let me up I'm getting dirty," she giggled while pushing upward. But he pulled her back down. 

"Tell me you love me." 

"Oh this is really romantic," she laughed. "Lying in the middle of a dirt road." She looked over at her Cousin Maggie's house but didn't' see anyone around. 

"Tell me," he said seriously. 

"Yes I love you now let me up," she grinned. When his hands let go she jumped up and took off. 

"WAIT!" 

*****

Janet Miller sat at the kitchen table in the small trailer looking at some real estate books an agent dropped off that morning. Jim was in the shower and she expected Emily and Brandon back any minute. She had been back at the trailer for three weeks now and was feeling pretty cramped. Plus Jim's leg was a lot better and she wanted some quiet time with him in the bedroom. There is no such thing as quiet time in a trailer. The door flew open and Emily lunged in. "HI MOM!" 

"Emily," Janet said trying to hide the books. 

"What's that?" Emily asked as she grabbed them from her Mother's hands and read the title. "Real Estate?" 

"I was just looking?" Janet said. 

Brandon came in the open door. "Water...water...please!" 

"Get it yourself," Emily snapped. 

"Emily...that's not nice," her Mom said. 

"He wasn't nice to me before," Emily said while looking at the books. "I don't want to move from Jacob Creek." 

"Honey we can afford a bigger and better place now. Your father got a big pay increase." 

"I don't care." She turned and took Brandon's hand. "Let's go." 

"Emily wait." 

*****

"Where are we going?" Brandon asked as he drove up the hill. 

"Your house. You said your parents are away." 

He had wanted to get her alone at the house but not with her in this frame of mind. "Are you sure?" 

"Yes...I'm sure," she said while grabbing his strong arm and pulling his elbow into her soft breast. As soon as he pulled the car into the garage and closed the door behind them she jumped into his arms and kissed him. "I want...to...make love." 

Brandon's lips accepted her tongue but when she reached for his zipper he grabbed her hands. "Not like this." 

She smiled and pressed her lips and tongue into his soft neck. "I know you want to go all the way." 

"Emily...sta...stop," he said letting her hands go. "I want to but I want it to be more than this." 

"Brandon..." She giggled as she pulled his hard pink penis from his pants. "I don't think he agrees with...youuuu." 

"He...it does," Brandon groaned while she gripped him with both hands. 

"It's a he and I'm going to name him," Emily giggled. "Let's see what shall I call him?" 

"I can't believe you are going to name my..." 

"Willie!" 

"Good one...Willie," he laughed. "Free Willie I get it." 

"Not yet you haven't but you will," she giggled as she jumped out of the convertible and ran into the house. 

"I don't believe this is happening," he commented to no one. He walked into the house and saw her shirt in the hallway. He picked it up and moved into the kitchen where he saw her shorts on the floor. 

He found her bra on the stairs and then her panties by his bedroom door. "Uh...Emily," he said as he held up her clothes as he walked into his room. He expected her to be naked on his bed but the room was empty and the bathroom door closed. He heard the shower come on. He tried the door but it was locked so he knocked. 

"Who is there?" She yelled. 

"Come on open up," he laughed. 

"Who's there?" 

"Brandon," he answered. 

"Sorry only Willie can come in," she laughed. 

Brandon saw the door crack open only about three or four inches. "Don't tell me you want me to stick my...stick Willie..through the door opening." 

"Yes," she giggled. 

"Shit," Brandon grunted while he quickly pushed down his shorts and underwear and aimed his semi-hard cock through the door. 

"HI WILLIE!" She laughed on the other side of the closed door. Her finger tickled across the damp tip. "Do you want to come in?" 

"Yesss!" Brandon answered while moving his dick up and down. Suddenly the door opened and he saw Emily's naked body and...her nearly bald pussy mound. "Damn." 

"Do you like it?" She whispered while pushing her soft titties into his hard chest and lightly kissing his neck. 

"Yesss," he moaned feeling her tummy press into his manhood. He guided his fingertips from behind her back, over her hip and across to where her pubic mound used to be covered with blonde peach fuzz. He easily found her raised and ready clitty. "I think I'm going to name it...her too." 

She giggled while he stroked her pleasure button. "You're going to name my smoothie?" Her slit was as wet as she had ever known it to be. 

"Yes...let's see," he smiled as he explored down to where her protected gate was. "Maybe Kitty...or Street Fighter." 

"STREET FIGHTER!" She gasped. 

"It is my favorite video game," he chuckled. 

"You're not naming my pussy Street Fighter or Zelda or Grand Turismo," she said while biting his earlobe a little hard. 

"I got it," he laughed. "WONKA!" 

"Wonka?" 

"If mine is Willie...yours is Wonka." 

"Um...Can I put some chocolate on Willie and lick it off later?" She whispered. 

"Jesus...what's gotten in to you?" He asked as she guided him into the hot spray of his shower. 

"No one yet," she giggled again. She grabbed the soap and told him to turn around. After washing his back and buttocks she handed him the soap and he did hers while taking a lot of time on her soft butt. 

She again took the soap and washed his front but not his raging hard-on. "Uh...you missed something." 

"I don't want Willie to get too excited," she smiled before handing him the soap back. 

"You're serious about this aren't you?" He asked while cupping and rubbing her large mounds with his soap-filled hands. 

"Yes...I love you," she whispered before rinsing off and jumping out of the shower. "I'll be waiting in your bed." 

Brandon lunged outward and almost fell on the slippery floor but was able to grab onto the towel bar. It broke free from the wall and crashed to the floor with a loud bang. 

"Don't hurt yourself!" She giggled while lying on her back with her legs slightly parted on his bed. She saw Willie first as his body moved through the doorway. 

Brandon moved onto her body and felt her legs open and wrap around his hips. "Emily." 

"Shhh...make me a woman...your woman," she whispered. 

Brandon had waited for this moment for so long and had planned every detail in his mind but all of those details were lost. He knew he had to use foreplay to get her as ready as he was but when he leaned over to suck on her long hard nipple she pulled his lips up to hers. "Do it Brandon...hurry," she whispered before pushing her tongue into his lips. Her fingers found his hard shaft and guided it to her virginity. As he lowered his hips she felt it give away and some pain but not enough to stop. 

Their eyes never closed as they stayed locked onto each other while two then three inches moved inside. She let go of him and then reached behind him to pull him deeper and deeper until their stomachs met. 

"AHHH!" He groaned finally feeling sexual heaven. He looked at her. "I should use a rubber." 

"Don't worry," she giggled. "Mom helped me." Neither moved for almost two minutes because it felt so good. "Willie feels good," she laughed. 

"Wonka feels even better." He pulled it out about three inches and then slowly pushed it back inside. His body wanted to erupt but he wanted to stay joined with his love as long as possible. It was then she squeezed him. "Oh God." 

She giggled and did it again. 

"Emily stop or I'll..." Suddenly she squeezed again and his body tensed until his hot juices filled her tight tube. "OH YEAH!" He cried out. His hips moved rapidly now back and forth until her body rolled side to side. 

"OH GOD BRANDON!" She screamed. She had expected him to get soft but it stayed rigid. Her muscular legs pushed her hips up and back until she climaxed. "NOW...OH YES NOW!" 

Brandon kept fucking until finally she grabbed his hips and held him down. "Stop," she laughed. "I can't take any more and you are so big." 

"Sorry...I uh...didn't hurt you did I?" He moved his hips and his cock backwards. 

"Some, but I'm not complaining," she laughed. "There will be more times," she whispered. "A whole lot," she thought. Twenty minutes later was the second time and it lasted a lot longer. 

*****

Jim hobbled out of the shower in his robe and saw his wife sitting at the table looking at some booklets. "What's that?" 

"Real Estate Guides," Janet answered. "I thought maybe we could get something bigger." 

"I've been thinking the same but I know Emily won't want to leave the Creek." 

"I know. When she saw the booklets she took off with Brandon." 

"So why do we have to leave the Creek?" He grinned. "I hear the Johnson place is going on the market soon." 

"Really. I just love that house," Janet grinned. "If I remember it has a really big master bedroom." She pulled open his robe and found his growing manhood. "I got really horny since I've been gone." 

"Uh...what if Emily comes back?" He said as she removed his robe and stroked him until it pointed up at her face. 

"She's with Brandon." 

"True," he grinned. "I'm starting to really like that kid." 

*****

Brandon was almost asleep when he felt the bed moving. He looked up to see his naked lover grinning. "Uh oh." 

"Lean back," Emily giggled. She took the container of Nestles Quick and turned it over. Before he could react the chocolate shot from the tip and covered his limp penis. 

"Jesus," he said in total shock. "What are you doing?" 

"Willie Wonka...remember?" She lowered her face and took a big lick of the chocolate from this rising tip. 

*****

Emily got in very late that evening but since it was Saturday she didn't think her parents would mind plus she knew they needed some time alone. She kissed Brandon at the door and told him she would see him the next night. When she tip-toed down the hallway she noticed their bedroom door ajar and peeked in to see the naked back of her mother lying across her father's bare chest. She smiled and moved into the bathroom to inspect her violated pussy. Some of the chocolate still lingered. 

*****

Missy was sitting in her nylon shorts and a tee shirt on Sunday morning while her mom was at church. She smiled as she called Brandy. 

"Hi," Missy said. "Please come down and pick me up from this low-life hell hole." 

"Uh...I'm really busy this morning...uh...you know...cleaning my room," Brandy said. 

"Cleaning your room? When did you ever clean your room? Come and get me and I'll help clean your room," Missy said getting upset. 

"I...uh...my car...needs some gas. Uh...I think my mom just came home...I got to go..." 

"Brandy! Wait!" But Missy only heard the click. She immediately called Allison. Her mom answered and told her to hold on. A few minutes later Allison's mom returned. 

"Uh...I can't seem to find her," the woman said. "Do you want me to leave her a message?" 

"No...that's OK," Missy said realizing that her faithful friends had dumped her because she now lived on Jacob Creek in a mobile home. 

She got up from the sofa to get a drink when she heard some dogs barking. Missy glanced out the small window and saw Emily Miller running down the dirt road with the dogs at her heels. 

Emily had her earphones in and the music blasting so she didn't hear the footsteps behind her. She was only running about 50% so when Missy caught up to her she was shocked. 

"Hello," Missy smiled before she took off at full speed leaving Emily in her dust. Since Emily was already sweating Missy figured she had been running a while. She turned up her afterburners and peeked back to see the girl about five paces behind and catching. About thirty feet ahead was the school so as she made it to the main gate she suddenly stopped. "I won!" 

"Right," Emily said smiling. She stopped and stood eye to eye with her new neighbor. "So how do you like the Creek so far?" 

"It's just temporary," Missy smiled. "I'll be out of this dump in a few days." 

"Good, we don't want your kind down here," Emily said boiling mad. She moved up until her stomach pushed into Missy's. Missy stood her ground and even pushed back. They were near the playground so when Emily pushed her with both hands Missy flew backwards and hit the border of the playground. She went tumbling upside down until she landed on her hands and knees. "You bitch!" Missy growled before lunging up over the border and grabbing a handful of Emily's hair. 

The pain was intense but Emily managed to grab Missy's hair and the two fell back into the deeper sand and dirt. Emily wrapped her leg over Missy's stomach and pressed until the girl was on her back and Emily was on top of her holding down her hands. 

"Let me up or I'll..." Missy threatened. 

"What?" Emily laughed. Although they were about the same height Emily outweighed her by at least ten pounds. 

"THIS!" Missy screamed as she hooked her right leg upward around Emily's chest and flipped her backwards. Emily tried to stand up but Missy jumped onto her back and was sitting on her. 

"HEY!" Emily yelled. She tried to pull her way out from under the other girl but couldn't. 

"Give up?" Missy giggled as she heard the dogs starting to growl. 

"AHHH!" Missy screamed as one dog bit the sleeve of her tee shirt and pulled backwards. 

"ELVIS GET AWAY!" Emily screamed at her dog. As Missy moved off of her body Emily swung around to pull her dog off just as the other dog bit into Missy's shorts from the other side. 

"BONER STOP!" Emily leaned over Missy and pushed the other dog away but not before he tore Missy's shorts. Emily moved back to make sure the girl had not been bitten when she heard Missy laughing. 

"BONER? YOU HAVE A DOG NAMED BONER?" 

Emily tried to keep an angry look but it was too funny. She broke down laughing. "Yeah...what's wrong with BONER?" 

"BONER! OH SHIT! Missy laughed as Emily rolled down beside her. Both were covered with dirt, in their faces, hair and even under their clothing. Emily smiled and began laughing again until Missy stopped and suddenly started crying. 

"Hey...are you...alright?" Emily asked seeing real tears falling from the girl's eyes down her dirty cheeks. 

"No...everything sucks," Missy said with her eyes closed. "My girlfriends don't want anything to do with me, my father is in jail and I live in a trailer." 

Emily started feeling sorry for her and sat upright. Her hatred for the girl still lingered and she had to get away from her. As she moved onto her knees Missy turned and looked at her. 

"I'm...I'm sorry for what I've said about you." 

*****

Brandon did his best to keep busy around his house but couldn't get Emily off his mind. Finally around 3:00PM he jumped in his car and headed over to Jacob Creek. He didn't see any cars in the drive up to her trailer and had his hopes up for some privacy with her until he walked up onto the porch and heard laughter. He knocked on the door and a few seconds later Emily opened it. "Brandon." 

"Hi...uh..is Maggie here?" Brandon asked as he peeked through the doorway. 

"No...come in," Emily said while standing aside. 

Brandon figured it was Maggie or one of the other Creekers so when he saw Missy he about shit his pants right there. "MISSY?" 

"Hi Brandon," Missy smiled as she sat on the sofa. 

Brandon turned and glared at Emily. "What's she doing here?" 

"I invited her," Emily smiled. "We were...running and...now she's here." 

"Can I talk to you outside?" He said trying to keep calm. 

"Sure, I'll be right back," Emily smiled at Missy. 

They moved out onto the porch. "Are you crazy? Please don't tell me you two are friends now." 

"She's...different," Emily said softly so Missy couldn't hear. "She was crying and..." 

"Bull shit. You don't know her like I do," he said. "She playing you Emily." 

"Maybe...maybe not," Emily said. "We want to go to the mall. Will you drive us?" 

"You're making a big mistake," Brandon said before turning and walking back to his car. A few minutes later Emily and Missy came out. Emily jumped next to him while Missy moved into the back seat. 

As they traveled up the hill from Jacob Creek Missy glanced over the hill at the tiny little houses and trailers down below. She thought of the many times she had made out with Brandon in this back seat and knew those days were over. When they entered the mall Emily took Brandon's hand and they walked towards the food court for a drink. 

"My treat," Brandon said not really looking at Missy. 

"You know what I like," Missy grinned as Emily and she walked towards the ladies room. A few minutes later Emily was still in one of the stalls when the door opened and Allison and Brandy walked in to see Missy at the sink. They tried to turn and leave but Missy grabbed Brandy's arm. 

"I thought you were cleaning your room today." 

"I...uh...cleaned it," Brandy smirked. "So did you ride the bus into town?" 

Missy wanted to deck her right there but only smiled. "You know it makes me sick to think I was like you two. You think that since you live in a big house it makes you special. It doesn't." 

"Let go of my arm Trailer Trash," Brandy said as she tried to jerk away. Suddenly Allison moved behind Missy and grabbed around her arms until she let Brandy go. 




Trailer Trash Ch. 03



"What now bitch?" Brandy giggled as she stuck her nose right up into Missy's face. "The days of me kissing your ass are over." Missy struggled to get free but Allison held her tightly. 

Emily peeked through the closed stall door and waited until Brandy and Allison were turned away. She quietly opened the door and moved up behind Allison. "Did you just call my friend Trailer Trash?" 

Allison tried to twist around but Emily was too fast. Allison felt her short skirt being pulled down to the floor and then her panties. 

"HEY!" Allison cried out as she let Missy go and turned to run at Emily. However the panties and skirt around her ankles caused her to trip and she fell face forward with her shiny pink ass pointing upward. 

Brandy stood watching and not expecting Missy to attack. Before she could react Missy rammed her forehead forward into Brandy's face. The sound of the girl's broken nose echoed through the restroom. "OUCH!" 

Emily jumped down on the backs of Allison's knees and pulled the panties and skirt from Allison's kicking feet. "HEY YOU WHORE...GIVE ME BACK MY PANTIES!" 

As Brandy moved back with her nose pouring out blood Emily grabbed Missy's hand and they ran from the restroom laughing. "I don't think they will call you Trailer Trash again," Emily said before opening a garbage lid and tossing away the skirt. 

Missy stopped and looked at Emily. "No one has ever done that for me before." 

"It was nothing," Emily smiled. "I've been waiting to do it to them for some time now." She turned to walk back into the mall when Missy grabbed her and pulled her into her body. They hugged. 

"Thank you." 

*****

Brandon had been waiting patiently for Emily and Missy to return and had already finished his drink. He picked up their drinks and walked down the hallway towards the restroom. He turned the corner and saw Missy and Emily hugging. "Are you two having fun?" 

Emily and Missy turned and smiled. "Yes we just had a lot of fun in the restroom," Emily giggled. 

Brandon thought they were joking until he looked at what Emily was holding. "I don't believe it." He turned and threw their drinks in the garbage can and hurried away from them. 

"What's wrong with him?" Missy asked. 

"Shit," Emily said as she looked down at Allison's panties in her hand. "He thinks these are yours." 

Missy started laughing but realized Emily was taking it seriously. She tried to catch her new friend but Emily was running full speed out through the food court and down the wing. She caught him at the exit door. "WAIT!" 

"Emily...get away from me," Brandon said before turning and glaring at her. 

"These are not Missy's," Emily said trying not to laugh. 

"Right." 

"They're not. They are Allison's. She and Brandy jumped us in the restroom and I took them as a souvenir." 

"And I'm supposed to believe you," Brandon said as he saw Missy running up to him. 

Emily smiled and turned to Missy. "Show him your panties." 

"WHAT?" Missy asked thinking Emily had gone nuts. 

"He thinks these are yours. Show him your panties." Emily smiled. 

Brandon was speechless as Missy looked around and then pushed down her running shorts until her white lace sheer panties appeared. "TA DA!" Missy giggled. 

"We have to get out of here," Emily said as she grabbed Brandon's arm. 

"Why?" 

"Because Missy broke Brandy's nose and I took Allison's skirt and panties." 

"Oh...OK right...makes sense to me," Brandon said. It was so weird being with his girlfriend and his ex-girlfriend after they just beat up on two other girls. "Where are we going now?" 

"To my home," Emily smiled. "I want to make sure my Mother doesn't buy a house somewhere besides the Creek." 

*****

As they pulled up to Emily's trailer they saw Maggie on the porch. The shorter girl stood up when she saw Missy. "What's she doing here?" 

"I asked her to be here," Emily said knowing Maggie hated her. 

"Don't hit me," Missy said remembering the punch and the black eye. 

"Come inside and I'll tell you about our day," Emily said while guiding Maggie into the trailer. Thirty minutes later Missy and Brandon left. 

"I thought I was your best friend," Maggie said. 

Emily smiled. "No one will ever take your place. You're like my sister." She hugged her cousin into her. "So how are you and Bud doing?" 

"Good...really good," Maggie smiled. "I almost gave in to him last night." 

Emily smiled. "You did better than I did last night." 

At first Maggie didn't get it but she suddenly realized that Emily was not a virgin anymore. "Oh my God." 

"It was unbelievable," Emily gushed. 

"It had to have hurt." 

"At first...but then Willie felt really good." 

"Willie? I thought it was Brandon." 

"Nope...definitely Willie." Emily laughed. She spent the next ten minutes telling her every detail including the Willie and Wonka parts. 

"I'm jealous," Maggie grinned. "I think I'll go and give Bud a call right now." 

"Do you want to do it here?" Emily asked. "Mom and Dad are out for the night." 

"Do you want to watch?" 

"Could I?" 

*****

Bud didn't even have his shirt on as he sped up the dirt road to Emily's trailer. Maggie had said Emily's parents were not going to be at home and that it would be his lucky night. He expected to see Brandon's car in the driveway but it was empty. 

"Hello!" Bud said after knocking on the door. Emily opened the door. "Is Maggie here?" 

"Yes...she's in the shower," Emily smiled. "Come in." 

Bud hesitated because he couldn't tell if Emily was wearing anything under the long black tee shirt. "I...uh...can wait out here." 

"Don't be silly," she grinned. "She told me to keep you occupied." 

Bud stumbled over the doorway and followed her to the large TV. He saw her large hard nipples pressing out the top of the shirt and knew she was not wearing a bra. "Is Brandon coming over?" 

"No, he had to do something with his parents tonight," Emily said as she sat down on the sofa and pulled her legs up under her ass. The shirt opened enough to expose her white panties to his eyes. They could hear the shower still running when he sat down next to her. He peeked at her panties again before jerking his eyes away. She laughed. 

"Bud you've seen me naked before." 

"I know...but...Brandon...will kill me." 

"I've seen you naked before too," she giggled. She could see him squirming in his seat. "So I hear tonight is your lucky night." 

"She...told you?" 

"We don't have any secrets. She wants me to watch." 

"No way," Bud said. He knew he would be nervous enough. 

"I'll be naked too," Emily teased as she pulled the shirt up over her panties. 

"GOD!" he cried out when seeing her pink slit through the thin material. 

"She wants you to be naked before she comes out here." 

Bud's body trembled. "I don't think I can do this." 

Emily smiled as she peeked at his swollen prick under his shorts. "Take off your shirt." 

Bud pulled his tee shirt over his head. "You're right...I mean...we have seen each other naked." He stared at her shirt hoping to see those nice puppies again. She giggled and pulled the shirt up over her pink globes and off her head. "Your turn." 

Bud's fingers were shaking as he unzipped his shorts and pushed them down over his briefs. His six-inch hard-on pushed them outward proudly. "Your turn," he smiled. 

"That's not fair," Emily grinned. She saw his eyes on her crotch as she lifted her hips and pushed the silky undies down over her nearly bald pussy lips. "It's different than last time." 

"I like it better," Bud smiled as he looked at her shaven lips and swollen clitty. He quickly pushed his briefs over his rocket and kicked them aside. 

She could see he was already about to pop. "You need to cum before she comes out. It will be better." 

"Are you going to help?" Bud asked suddenly not fearing death from Brandon. 

"I can't do that," Emily smiled. 

"You...you want me to...jerk off in front of you?" 

"Yes," she giggled. 

"OK...but you have to do it too." 

Emily had not even done that for Brandon. She heard the shower turn off. "OK hurry." She opened her legs and rubbed over her raised clitoris. 

"OH FUCK!" Bud laughed as he stroked his meat. Only ten strokes later his hips shot upward. 

"HERE TAKE THIS!" Emily grabbed a pile of paper towels and yelled as his hot white lava was about to erupt. 

"You do it," Bud smiled. He moved his hand away and watched. 

"I'm going to kill you," Emily giggled before reaching down and cupping the tip of his red cock with the towels. She couldn't believe she was actually touching his hard penis even if it was through the paper towel. 

"OH GOD!" Bud cried out when he felt her hand squeezing him. 

"Empty it," she giggled. They heard the bathroom door open and Emily jerked her hand and filled paper towel away. She stood and walked to the garbage can. When a naked Maggie walked in Emily said. "He's ready." 

"Does he have anything left?" Maggie asked as she dropped to her knees in front of him and grabbed onto his red semi-hard prick. Only ten seconds later its head was peeking over her tight fist. "He's got a lot left." 

Emily was on fire as she sat on the sofa and watched them kiss and touch each other as if she wasn't there. She felt guilty for touching Bud and hoped he wouldn't tell Brandon. Her head tilted to the side as his hard shaft pressed into Maggie's virginity. 

"OH BUD!" Maggie cried out when she became a woman. Emily's finger was doing the same thing as Bud's cock while they all raced towards completion. Screams of satisfaction and pleasure filled the air of the small trailer. 

*****

Monday at school was weird for Missy because she rode the school bus while sitting next to Maggie. She knew the girl didn't really trust her yet so she didn't push it. When the bus pulled into the discharge area Missy ducked down hoping the Hillers wouldn't see her riding the bus. 

Maggie laughed. "You might as well just face it. Today will be a worse day if you try to hide it." 

"You're right," Missy whispered. She sat up and stared out the window at Brandy who was wearing a bandage over her nose. "I might need your help if they jump me." 

"Sure...my pleasure," Maggie laughed. 

The trip from the bus to her locker was tough because Missy could see and hear the Hillers talking about her. She kept her chin up and hung close to Maggie who pushed her way through a bunch of Hillers at the door. 

"Hey...let the Creekers through," A sophomore football player laughed. He didn't see Brandon moving up behind him. 

"What was that about Creekers?" Brandon asked before grabbing the kids arm and twisting it behind his back. 

"Brandon!...I was just...joking around," the kid groaned. 

"Brandon let him go," Emily said as she grabbed her boyfriend's wrist and pulled. "It's not worth it." 

After he released him the kid took off but the rest of the morning went pretty much the same for Missy. By the time lunch rolled around she had pretty much gotten used to the stares and whispering. She took her lunch tray and stood smiling at the Hiller girls where she used to sit and then at Emily and Maggie. 

"I was wondering where you were going to sit," Maggie whispered to Missy after she sat next to her. 

"Those days are over," Missy said glancing over at Brandon and Emily who were holding hands. She felt the table move next to her and turned to see Scott Miller sitting next to her. 

"Hi Missy." 

"Uh...Hi Scott," Missy smiled. She had met Scott a few times at the football parties and had always liked him. Missy turned and looked at Emily who smiled back. She could feel a set-up. 

"So how do you like the Creek so far?" Scott asked. He wanted to make sure that the old Missy was not sitting next to him. 

They all looked at Missy to hear her reply. "Actually I like it. The people are so much nicer." 

Scott put his huge hand around her shoulder and pulled her to him for a hug. "Good. I think you will fit in nicely." 

*****

"OK, we've done enough practicing." Coach James said to the bunch of girls and guys standing around him. "Today is our first scrimmage and Ridgewood High beat us in the State Final last year. I hear they expect to win it again. What do you think about that?" 

"No way!" Missy cried out. As team captain for the year she knew she had to take charge. "This is our year!" 

"YEAH!" One of the senior hurdlers yelled. 

"OK listen...I've seen what you can do in practice but now it is fish or cut bait time. They are cocky and won't be expecting you to kick their asses. Let's go show them what Glendale High School can do." 

Missy noticed that Emily looked nervous as they stretched in the infield. "You know if I was Sarah Jenkins I would be the one nervous." 

Emily knew Sarah held the State record in the half mile and mile and was the big favorite again this year. "Thanks," she said smiling. She looked over at the stands and saw her mother and father sitting next to Bud and his father. Behind them were Brandon's parents. She hoped she wouldn't disappoint them. 

The start wasn't what the coach had hoped for. Missy was the only winner in the sprints for the girls, two girls had won the hurdles and Brandon won both the javelin and the discus. Glendale was five points behind when Emily stepped up to the starting line for the half-mile. On her left was Sarah Jenkins who smiled at her. "Good luck." 

"You too," Emily smiled back. The half mile was twice around the quarter mile track so she wanted to get out of the gate fast to not be stuck in the crowd of runners. 

Sarah Jenkins figured this was going to be a cake walk since Glendale's only good distance runner had graduated last year and Missy had moved entirely to sprints. The only competition she expected was another girl on her team Cindy Williams. She took her mark and smiled when the gun sounded and then bolted from the line. About 40 yards out she turned to her left and smiled since the group was way back. But when she looked to her right she saw the new Glendale girl on her heels. "Shit," she thought. 

"GO EMILY!" Janet Miller screamed as she jumped up and down on the metal bleachers. She had never seen her daughter run before and was amazed at her speed. "OH GOD She might come in second!" She said aloud. 

Brandon's father had watched a few practices and knew Emily was really good. "Second...hell. How about first?" 

The two runners were way out in front of the pack and Sarah maintained a lead mainly because Emily hung back wanting to know where Sarah was. As they approached the quarter mile line Emily glanced up at Brandon who was standing next to the track waving his arm. "GO WONKA!" 

Emily started laughing and saw Sarah glance back to see what was so funny. As they headed to the next turn she heard the other kids yelling, "GO WONKA!" 

"What are they yelling?" Janet asked Maggie who was sitting in front of her. 

"Just a knick name," Maggie giggled. 

"GO WONKA!" Janet screamed. 

Emily thought that she had the State champ but suddenly the girl turned on something and took off. They still had half a track to go but time and track was running out. Emily took off too and made up some ground but the girl had such a smooth stride. Emily was about three paces behind her when she heard Coach James. 

"THE DOGS EMILY...THE DOGS ARE CATCHING YOU!" 

Emily giggled and pretended she was on the dirt road on Jacob Creek. 

Sarah Jenkins never looked back but she knew the other girl was close because the whole Glendale stands were standing and screaming. She heard the footsteps as they approached the finish line and then saw the girl's body fly past. 

"SHE WON! SHE WON! SHE WON!" Janet Miller kept screaming and screaming. 

Emily didn't believe it when she passed Sarah and made it over the finish line. She would normally keep running but she knew she had another race to run and was somewhat in shock. She pulled up short and saw Brandon running over. He picked her up and twirled her around. "Put me down," she said embarrassed. When he did she saw Sarah walking over to her. 

"Nice race," Sarah smiled. "What's your name?" 

"Emily...Emily Miller," she replied. 

"I'll see you in the mile," Sarah said before turning and running back to her coach. 

"She was nice." Emily said surprised. She kissed Brandon and headed over to the coach. "The dogs?" 

"Hey it worked didn't it?" Coach James smiled. He held out his watch. "If this had been a regular event you would have set the State record." 

"Really? I think I can do better." 

"Good," The coach said smiling. "Now go and rest before the mile comes up." 

"WONKA! WONKA! WONKA!" The fans cheered when she walked over with Brandon. 

"I'm going to kill you later," she whispered. 

"With chocolate I hope," he chuckled. 

"I'm so proud of you baby," Jim smiled at his daughter before giving her a big hug. "Me too," Janet grinned while hugging them both. 

"It was just a scrimmage," Emily said embarrassed that they were all making such a big deal. "Besides I still have another race." 

*****

Missy came over and congratulated her and gave her a hug. Brandy and Allison were on the team but neither had placed in the top five of their events. Missy saw her mother walk into the seating area and waved up at Emily's mother. Being a Creeker wasn't as bad as she had thought. 

"Hey...nice race," Scott Miller said as he stood behind the chain link fence. 

"Thanks," Missy blushed. After going out with Brandon for so long and taking him for granted she was finally feeling excited about a boy coming on to her. 

"A bunch of us are stopping by Arnie's after the scrimmage. Do you want to come?" Scott asked. 

"I'll need a ride home," she smiled. 

"No problem," Scott grinned. 

*****

"Now pace yourself," Coach James whispered to Emily as she prepared herself for the mile run. He knew she would put up a good time but she had never run a mile after doing a half-mile. 

"Coach...the dogs remember?" Emily giggled. She walked up to the line of girls and saw Sarah waiting for her. 

"Who do you train with?" Sarah asked. 

"Elvis and Boner," Emily smiled. 

"What?" 

Emily ignored her as she took her place and waited for the gun. "BANG!" She heard the "WONKA!"chants again but kept her composure and remembered what the coach had said. Sarah again jumped out to a good lead but Emily stayed about eight paces back running with another Ridgewood girl. 

"You were lucky last time," the girl said to Emily. 

"You're right," Emily smiled. "And, I'm going to be lucky again." They made it around the first lap in record time and Emily glanced up at her mom who was again screaming and jumping. She made a mental note to tell her later to calm down. 

The three girls again out ran the pack and were almost half the track in front of them when they sped by turn number two. 

"PACE EMILY...PACE!" Coach James yelled. 

She wanted to take off and catch Sarah but held back. She could see the State Champ periodically look over her shoulder and it caused her to smile because she now knew who Emily Miller was. 

As they completed the third lap the other girl slowly fell back away from Emily and it became a two horse race again. But this time Emily knew Sarah would take off when she had a half lap to go. As they approached that point Emily smiled and raised her chin. Sarah didn't know she was coming until Emily passed her on the outside. "Shit...who is this girl?" Sarah took off but it was too late. Emily continued to build speed and distance until it wasn't a close race anymore. When she passed the finish line the whole stadium was standing with most of them in shock. 

"HOLY SHIT!" Brandon screamed as Emily continued to circle the track. He ran after her but couldn't catch her so he cut across the infield. 




Trailer Trash Ch. 03



"Hi Willie," Emily giggled when he ran up next to her. 

"Do you know what you just did?" He asked with a huge smile. 

"Brandon it's just a scrimmage." She said knowing it was a lot more than that. 

"You just blew away the State Champ! Besides it gave us enough points to win the scrimmage." 

"Calm down," Emily said as they ran up to the finish line. She saw Sarah Jenkins waiting for her. "Nice race." Emily smiled. 

"Yes for you," Sarah said seriously. "But, I'll be ready for you in a few weeks." She shook Emily's hand and ran back to her team which was huddled in the middle of the track. 

As she approached the stands with Brandon they all stood and applauded. Emily saw Missy standing there and moved over to her. She took Missy's hand and held it up. "We did this as a team." 

Missy had never met anyone like Emily before. She didn't want the spotlight and stood behind her friends. They hugged and Emily winked at Brandon who watched how close they were. She was about to leave the track when Coach James walked over with two women. 

"Emily...this is Bobbi Springle and Evette Young from Maryland. They want to meet you." 

Emily smiled. "Hello." 

"That was some display you put on out there," Ms. Springle said as she shook Emily's hand. "And you have never run track before?" 

"No Ma'am," Emily blushed. "But I run a lot." 

"Apparently," Ms. Young laughed. "Have you thought about college?" 

"Kind of," Emily answered. "I was hoping for a partial scholarship to Scranton." 

Both women laughed. "I don't think you have to worry about a partial. We are not allowed to get into details but we just wanted you to know we will be back for next weeks meet." 

Emily smiled at Brandon who was taking it all in. "I hope I don't disappoint you." 

"It was nice meeting you Emily," the women said before shaking her hand once more before leaving. 

"Maryland," Brandon said. "That's the ACC. I wish they were recruiting me." 

"Well they better if they want me to come to their school," Emily whispered before running over to the gate and into her mother's arms. 

"I'm so proud of you," Janet whispered before kissing her cheek. "Me too," Jim added as he hugged both women. 

"Us too," Sylvia and Paul said as they hugged Emily to them. 

"Hey what about me?" Brandon asked as they all headed towards the parking lot. 

"Wonka...wonka," Maggie giggled as she walked next to him. 

*****

It was later at Arnie's when Emily and Brandon noticed Missy and Scott getting it on in one of the back booths. "Jesus he didn't waste much time did he?" Brandon whispered. 

Emily dropped his hand from hers. "Are you jealous?" 

"What? Of Course not," he answered quickly. "I never thought she could ever change but you were right." 

"Are you sure you are not jealous?" Emily whispered while she reached down and dug her fingernails into his thigh. 

"Be real," Brandon groaned in pain. "Stop." He pulled her hand from his leg. "I wish we could go somewhere and be alone." 

"Why has Willie missed me?" She giggled. 

"He misses Wonka," Brandon laughed. 

"I still owe you for that," she whispered. "Now everyone will be yelling my pussy's name as I run around the track." She said it so seriously that Brandon broke out laughing. 

"HEY IT'S NOT FUNNY!" Emily yelled as she jumped on top of his body and lightly hit him on top of his head. But then she broke down laughing as well and they hugged before falling down under the table onto the floor. Seconds later their lips found each other and their legs twisted together. 

"Hey my parents are away for the night," Bud said to the horny couple on the floor. "Do you want to stop by with Maggie and me?" Two minutes later they jumped into their cars and sped up the hill. 

As Brandon and Bud sat in the den Maggie pulled Emily into the restroom. "You owe me." 

"Owe you? How do I owe you?" 

"You jerked off Bud and now I want to jerk off Brandon." 

"Hey it was just the tip and I didn't really touch IT," Emily said nervously. "I only did it so he would leave a mess on our sofa. Besides if Brandon finds out he'll kill Bud and never talk to me again." 

"He won't know if we play truth or dare." Maggie grinned. 

"I'm not touching Bud again." 

"You won't have to," Maggie added. "Once I touch Brandon we will quit. Besides we have already seen each other naked." 

"I have a bad feeling about this," Emily said. 

"Don't worry." 

"Right." 

***** 

"Maggie and I did it the other night," Bud whispered to Brandon while they waited. 

"You too huh?" Brandon smiled. "Where were you?" 

Bud hesitated. "Here," he lied. 

"Bullshit, I know when you are lying," Brandon laughed. 

"OK, it was at Emily's," Bud answered. "Her parents were not at home and Maggie found out that you and Emily did it so they called me." 

"They?" 

"I can't say anymore or you'll kill me," Bud answered. He looked towards the closed bathroom door. "What's keeping them?" 

Brandon move next to his smaller pal. "If you don't tell me I'll really kill you." 

"Promise me you won't tell the girls," Bud said firmly. 

"OK...yes now tell me," Brandon said. 

"Shit...I was so hyped up on fucking Maggie I...I mean Emily was there and...we undressed and." 

"YOU UNDRESSED AND WHAT?" Brandon asked now ready to smack him. 

"And Maggie was in the shower and had told Emily to make sure that...that I climaxed before she came out." 

"Emily made you climax?" Brandon said in shock. 

"No...yes...maybe...you see they wanted me to jerk off so I would last longer when Maggie and I did it. Emily and I took off our clothes and I did it." 

"Fuck man...you jerked off in front of Emily." 

"It was what Maggie wanted and...she said she and Emily did everything together." Bud left out the fact that Emily had touched his hard cock. 

"They said that." Brandon said as he sat back. "And Emily watched you and Maggie do it." 

Bud nodded his head. "She touched herself." 

"I need to get Emily and Maggie back." Brandon smiled. "Play along with me when they come out." 

*****

"OK...how would you guys like to play a game?" Maggie said as she led Emily into the den. 

"What game would that be?" Brandon asked trying not to show Emily how upset he was. 

"Truth or dare," Maggie grinned. She couldn't wait to touch Brandon's huge pole. 

Brandon smiled at Bud. "That sounds good to me." 

"We uh...don't have to play if you don't want to," Emily said to Brandon as she grabbed onto his arm. 

"It sounds like fun and since we are all so good friends we shouldn't hold back," Brandon smiled. He remembered how nice Maggie's thick dark bush looked when she had sat on Bud's face that night. 

"OK, I'll go first," Maggie grinned. "Who wants to ask me Truth or Dare?" 

"I'll do it and then you can ask your choice," Brandon grinned. "Truth or Dare Maggie?" 

"Truth," Maggie said. She didn't want to do a dare just yet. 

"Did you cum the other night when you and Bud went all the way?" 

"Brandon!" Emily said loudly. "She doesn't have to answer that." 

"No...that's OK because I did," Maggie giggled. It was now her turn. 

"Truth or Dare Brandon," Maggie smiled. 

"Dare," he smiled. 

"OK, remove your shorts," Maggie smiled. 

"Sure," he said before unsnapping them and pushing them down over his boxers which were starting to bulge outward. 

"You know maybe we shouldn't play this game," Emily said seeing her boyfriend's excitement. 

"I think we should," Brandon grinned. "Truth or Dare Emily?" 

Emily saw something in his eyes she had never seen before. "Truth." 

"Did you masturbate in front of Bud the other night?" 

Emily's jaw dropped as she glared over at Bud. "I'm not going to answer that." 

"It's OK," Brandon smiled. "I mean you and Maggie do everything together right?" 

"Brandon I didn't think it would go that far," Emily said. "It just happened." She didn't know how much he really knew. 

"Let's stop this game," Maggie said seeing Emily and Brandon going at it. 

"No...let's play," Brandon said. "Did you?" 

Emily stared at him. "Yes." 

"Good...now it's your turn. I'm not mad." He smiled. 

"Are you sure?" Emily asked. 

"Yes I'm sure. But I am upset you didn't call me to join you." 

"You were out with your parents," Emily said realizing he really wasn't mad. Actually he was looking excited. 

"It's your turn," he grinned. 

"Truth or Dare Maggie," Emily said. 

"Dare," Maggie answered quickly. She was ready to search down into Brandon's boxers. 

"I dare you to...remove your shirt." 

"I'm not wearing a bra," Maggie said angrily. She had not planned on getting naked. 

"He's seen you naked before," Emily smiled. She wanted to use Maggie to really turn on Brandon. 

Maggie looked at Bud. "Don't look at me," Bud grinned. "You picked the game." 

Brandon sat back and watched Maggie's smaller but nicely shaped titties appear. He had not seen them that good in the trailer that night. 

"My turn," Maggie said feeling her nipples getting harder and harder. "Truth or Dare Emily." 

Emily was jealous that Maggie got to expose her breasts. "Dare." She was ready to remove her shirt when Maggie said, "French Kiss Bud for a minute." 

"I'm not going to do that," Emily said looking at Brandon who was only smiling. "I mean you really don't want me to do that right?" 

"You girls want to play the game so let's play it," Brandon said. 

"Fine," Emily replied as she stood up and moved over to Bud's chair. As she leaned down he pushed his lips up until they touched. Neither pushed their tongues out. 

"FRENCH KISS!" Brandon said loudly. 

Bud quickly pushed his tongue out and licked across Emily's lips until she opened them and let him in. She soon was giving him as much as he was giving her until the minute was up. "TIME!" Maggie yelled. 

Bud smiled and dropped his hand to cover his hard-on. "Truth or Dare Emily." He wondered how far the girls would go. 

"Dare," Emily grinned. The kiss from Bud had really turned her on. 

"Ok...I dare you to french kiss..." 

They all waited for Brandon's name but heard Maggie's instead. "Maggie for a minute." 

"Yuck," Maggie gagged. "Why do guys like to see girls kiss?" 

"Ask Willie?" Brandon smiled as his bulge got even higher. 

Emily looked at her cousin. "I'm not going to be the first one to chicken out." She hoped that Maggie would. 

"Me neither," Maggie said as she stood and walked up to Emily who was now standing. "Only one minute." 

Both guys had rigid tools as the two girls moved their bodies together first. They saw Maggie's bare tits crush into Emily's larger ones before their lips met and their tongues dash out together. 

Emily thought back a few years when she had practiced kissing with Maggie but it wasn't this hot and neither had tits. Emily became the aggressor and reached down to cup Maggie's butt. "Hey..." Maggie cried out. "No touching!" Suddenly both girls broke down laughing. "TIME!" Brandon said. He was ready for some action. 

Maggie looked at Brandon. "Truth or Dare Brandon." 

"Dare," Brandon smiled. 

"OK...I dare you to...let me touch you under your boxers." The whole room became quiet as Bud looked at Emily who looked at Brandon. The line was about to be crossed. 

Even Brandon was surprised because he figured it would never go this far. "Ok...game's over." 

Emily smiled. "I knew you would chicken out first." 

"So you don't care if another girl touches me?" He asked. 

"It's just a game," Emily said. "And I'm not jealous of my cousin." 

"Fuck...why not?" Brandon smiled. He then leaned back as Maggie moved over next to him on the sofa. His eyes closed when her trembling fingers moved under the waste band of his boxers and down into his very thick pubic hair. Getting a hand job from a cute girl while his girlfriend looked on was great. After all Emily had looked at Bud when he jerked off. 

Maggie's eyes opened wide as she found his thick shaft and then curled her fingers around it. It was huge compared to Bud's and so much longer. She figured this might be the last time she would touch a man this big so she took her time squeezing and exploring. 

Brandon's mind raced as the girl jerked him off. He peeked out to see Emily looking over at Bud who was looking over at her. Then it hit him. He grabbed Maggie's wrist. "Fuck you jerked Bud off didn't you?' 

"No...not exactly," Emily said seeing him getting mad. She moved next to him and reached down to join her fingers with Maggie's. When he loosened his grip on Maggie they both started stoking him. 

"OH SHIT!" Brandon groaned as both girls jerked him off. 

"You see Bud did most of it until the end and then I had to cover it up before he messed up the sofa." Emily winked at Maggie who grabbed the box of tissues she had snuck from the bathroom. When Brandon cried out and his hips shot up Maggie covered the tip and captured his hot juices. 

Emily smiled as Maggie stood and took Bud's hand. When Brandon opened his eyes they were gone. "Where did they go?" 

"To find a bed," Emily answered. She kissed his earlobe and whispered. "I'm sorry about what I did to Bud. Will you forgive me?" 

"I'll think about it if you promise to never touch another man besides me again." 

"Never...what about my husband?" 

"Exactly," Brandon smiled. He pulled her lips to his. "Let's go and find one of those beds." Emily smiled as she hugged onto him as she thought back about her day. She had beaten the State champ twice and now had sort of a proposal. Kinda...Sorta. 

*****

Bud was already pumping into Maggie's tight hole when Emily and Brandon walked by his bedroom. They could hear the bed squeaking as it banged against the wall. 

Emily giggled and pulled Brandon in the next bedroom which had been Bud's brothers. "Hurry...I'm so hot and wet," she whispered. She had her shirt and bra off before he removed his shirt. 

"How'd you do that so fast?" He asked amazed. 

"It's a secret," she giggled before pushing her shorts and panties off at the same time. "Brandon!" 

"Would you wait a minute?" He said while pushing down his pants. He moved onto the bed with her and felt her grab onto his still soft penis. 

Emily frowned. "It's not hard." 

"Hey you and your cousin just jerked me off," he said defensively. Suddenly she dropped her head and sucked in the spongy tip. "Jesus Emily." 

She popped her mouth off and grinned. "I want you to fuck me." 

A week ago he would have never thought she would be so wild in bed. "What's up with you?" 

She moved her body onto his and nibbled on his lips. "I think it was the race today. After I won I could only think about being naked with you and doing this." She reached under her and guided his expanding cockhead up and down her dripping gash. "Don't you like me like this?" 

"OH...YES!" Brandon moaned when she let go of his now rigid rod and pushed her tight hot pussy downward. His hands explored her soft hips as she lifted and lowered them slowly and then faster. 

She heard his breathing getting ragged and stopped. "Don't cum yet. I just want to feel us connected as one." 

"Emily...I love you so much," he moaned wanting her to start moving again. 

"You love Wonka," she giggled. Her hips slowly lifted upward allowing her juices to drip down the shaft. "Don't you?" 

"Yes...I love...Wonka," he groaned trying his best not to cum. 

"Let's turn over and then you can show Wonka how much you love her," she giggled. He held onto her ass as their bodies fell to the side and he moved on top. She wrapped her legs around his hips and held on. 

"Ah...ah...ah...Ah...Ah...AH...AH...AH!...AH!...AH!...AH!," he grunted each time he hit bottom. 

Emily's mind went totally blank as her steam built up pressure until it exploded. "NOW BRANDON NOW!" 

"AHHHH!" He screamed when he emptied his load deep inside of his love. 

"We better get you home," Brandon whispered while snuggling up later against her soft behind. 

"Ummm...I never want to leave you." She purred. 

"I want to stay here all night but...we can't." 

"Brandon." 

"What?" 

"What if I get a scholarship to Maryland and you go to another college far away from me?" 

He grinned. "I have offers from Temple and Georgetown." 

Emily leaned up and looked at him. "So?" 

"Georgetown is pretty close to Maryland." 

"Good," she giggled as she pressed her soft chest into his hard one and gave him a deep wet kiss. 

***** 

The next week went pretty fast. Missy hooked up with Emily's cousin Scott and Bud was connected to Maggie all week. None of the Hillers would say anything bad about Creekers anymore because the boys didn't want to face Brandon or Scott and the Hiller girls had seen what happened to Brandy's nose. 

"Well this is it," Coach James said before the first meet with two nearby high schools. Jamesville had a lot returning and Kennedy had some really fast runners. He looked over at Missy who smiled back at him. "Let's give them our best." 

They all huddled together and shouted "GO GLENDALE!" when they broke apart. The coach pulled Emily aside. "Jamesville has a reputation as being somewhat dirty. Be aware that they might try to trap or even trip you. Oh and by the way...their coaches know all about how you beat Sarah last week." 

"Good," Emily grinned. "I don't want them to say it was just luck." She moved over to the infield to stretch and saw her mother and father sitting alone on the bottom row of the bleachers. She thought it was weird because they normally sat near the top to see the whole track better. Missy walked over. 

"That tall girl almost broke my leg last year in the half-mile," Missy whispered as they looked over at the Jamesville team. "But she did knock me out of the race." 

"I'll look out for her," Emily smiled. The first few events involved the sprints and hurdles so she just hung while rooting for her teammates. Since Missy moved to the Creek and she started dating Brandon the tension between the Hillers and Creekers had subsided except for Brandy and Allison. 

"GO MISSY!" Emily yelled as her new friend took her mark. The 100 yard was Missy's best because she normally got out of the blocks fast. The gun sounded and the girl next to Missy had a false start which caused Missy to jump as well. When Missy turned she saw the referee pointing to her. "It wasn't me!" Missy yelled as she turned to point at the Jamesville girl next to her. 

The other girl smiled and moved back to take her place. It was no secret that Missy liked to get the early jump but now with one false start another false jump would disqualify her. Missy now had to make sure she didn't leave until the gun sounded. She normally looked down the track but this time she glanced at the guy with the starter pistol to make sure she saw it go off. "BANG!" 

Missy lost a few valuable seconds that she normally needed in the shorter 100 yard race. By the time she took off the girls on both sides of her were a pace ahead. Missy turned it on but lost the race by a fraction of a second. She hung her head in disgrace. 

Emily was the first person by her. "That's OK...you got some points... and we're still going win. Clear your mind and only listen for the gun." Missy forced a grin and glanced back at her team mates who had never seen her lose a race before. 

After watching a few Field events, and Brandon winning the javelin throw, Missy again lined up for the 200 yard this time. A quick start wasn't as important but Missy was now shaken a bit. She rolled her arms like windmills and took her mark. "BANG!" This time she got out of the gate quickly and never looked back as she won hands down. As she ran back to the team she smiled at Emily and grinned. 

Missy won the 400 as well but only by a hair so when Emily lined up for the half-mile Glendale was leading comfortably. "GO EM!" 




Trailer Trash Ch. 03



Emily heard the "WONKA..WONKA!" chants and smiled while looking down at the ground. The tall girl that Missy had pointed out was on her outside and Kennedy's best runner was on her inside. Maggie was on the other side of the bad girl and had heard about the girl's reputation. 

"I hear you live in a trailer," the girl whispered as they walked around the starting line. 

Emily immediately glanced over at Brandy who was smiling. "Yeah but it's a really nice one," Emily laughed. She wasn't going to let this girl get into her head. They took their marks and the gun sounded. Emily shot out of the blocks and was comfortably in the lead at the first turn. She saw the coach with his hands pointing down meaning to pace herself. Emily smiled. At the completion of the first lap she heard Maggie's voice. "EM...LOOK OUT!" 

Emily glanced back as the tall girl was sprinting full speed to catch her. "You've never been on Jacob Creek have you?" Emily said as she turned and put her chin upward. She gained the lead again and after another 100 yards looked back to see the girl panting and falling back. Emily didn't let up as her newer shoes barely touched the track. After winning by a long margin she turned to see the tall girl running right at her. Her quick reaction saved her as she jumped to the side but then felt the girl step on the side of her foot. "AHHHH!" The girl screamed when she fell down face forward onto the hard pavement. 

"Good job Em," Maggie laughed as she ran up to her cousin but stopped when she saw the pain in Emily's eyes. "Oh God what happened?" 

"It's my ankle," Emily whispered. Emily continued to lean over until the other runners moved by and everyone was watching the medics taking care of the fallen girl. Maggie held onto her arm as she hobbled over to the bench nearby and sat down. 

"Great race, Missy grinned while running over next to the bench. She saw the concerned look on both Emily and Maggie's faces. "Are you OK?" 

"The girl stepped on her ankle," Maggie whispered. "See if you can find some ice." 

"Don't let the coach know," Emily said almost in tears. 

Missy grabbed the first aid kit and pulled out a chemical ice pack and squeezed it. She took the cold package to the bench and dropped down in front of Emily. "Don't even think about running the mile." 

Emily had closed her eyes from the pain. "Just give it a few minutes." 

"Emily we have enough points to win the meet," Missy whispered. "Forget about it." 

"She's right," Maggie whispered. They had about twenty more minutes before the mile was to start so Missy continued kneeling in front of her to make sure no one saw the ice pack. 

Emily was about to stand up and tell the coach she couldn't run when she looked over at her parents. Sitting next to her mother was an older woman and man. She saw her mother wave and then saw the older woman wave at her. "Oh my God," Emily said. "That must be my Grandparents." She turned to Maggie. "I'm running." 

"Emily they don't want to see you get hurt worse," Missy pleaded. 

"They flew out here to see me run," Emily gritted. "Get me some tape." 

Maggie ran over to the sports bag and pulled out some sticky elastic tape. "Wrap my foot and shoe." 

"I don't believe this," Missy said shaking her head. 

"I do," Maggie said as she did as Emily said. "I've seen her worse than this." Ten minutes later Emily got to her feet and took some baby steps. "Does it hurt?" Maggie asked. 

"No," Emily lied as she looked over at her Grandmother and smiled. She looked just like her mother but about twenty years older. She did some light hopping and headed over to the starting line. 

"EMILY THIS IS YOUR GRANDMOTHER AND GRANDFATHER!" Janet Miller yelled. 

Jim Miller saw the tape around her shoe. "Oh God...she hurt her ankle. EMILY DON'T DO IT!" He stood and jumped over the bench seat in front of him and tried to stop the race but it was too late. He heard the gun when he got to ground level. 

Emily didn't have to worry about the tall girl anymore and only needed to concentrate on her ankle. It still hurt but not as bad as it did ten minutes ago. The tape was causing her to run slower because she couldn't bend her ankle as much so two of the Kennedy girls took the lead with Emily hobbling behind them. 

"What's wrong with her?" Janet asked her husband as he walked back up the stands. Everyone was standing and watching their star runner limping. 

"That girl must have hurt Emily's ankle," Jim said totally pissed at the girl and at his daughter who was running anyway. They watched as the two leaders passed the first lap at least 100 feet in front of Emily who had a good lead on third place. 

"EMILY STOP!" Janet yelled with tears falling from her eyes. 

Emily heard her mother. "It's the tape!" The pain had pretty much disappeared from her adrenaline but the tape was causing her to limp. She knew she didn't have enough time to remove the tape so she continued her effort but was losing ground. At the half-mile point it looked as if the only question was which Kennedy girl would win the race. It continued for the next lap but as Emily passed the bleachers she saw her Aunt May standing and holding up her shoe. "Why is she..." Emily thought until it hit her. She smiled and hopped as she pulled off the shoe with the tape around it and then the next one. Emily took off barefoot to try and make this a race. 

"She...she took off her shoes," Janet gasped. She looked at her husband. "She took off her shoes." 

"She's run barefoot on Jacob Creek since she was three years old," Jim laughed as he watched Emily gain ground on the two leaders. The whole stadium had stopped now and all eyes were on the short blonde haired bare-foot girl speeding around the hot and hard track. 

"WONKA! WONKA! WONKA!" Everyone was yelling. 

"Shit...she's catching us," one of the Kennedy girls said when she glanced back with a half-track to go to the finish line. It was like everyone else was in slow motion except for Emily's legs and arms which together drove her up to the back of the two girls. As they made the final turn the Kennedy girls hugged the inside of the track to gain an advantage however it only made Emily smile. "See ya," she giggled as her blazing body flew by them about 10 yards from the finish line. She won and then ran over to get her shoes. 

"WONKA!" The fans and teammates screamed. Brandon ran over and again picked her up. "Barefoot?" He looked at the bottom of her feet and saw the blood. "You're nuts...you know it?" 

"About you," She giggled as she gave him her best kiss. Suddenly she pushed him back. "MY GRANDPARENTS ARE HERE!" She tried to take off running but Brandon picked her up and carried her to the gate where the older woman stood with her arms out. Brandon sat her down and she was crying as she moved into the woman's arms. "Grandma?" 

"Emily...my granddaughter," the woman said as her own tears splashed down on the pavement next to Emily's. They hugged and she moved around to the shorter man who had a cane. "Hi Grandpa." 

"Hi Baby," Jacob Cameron said trying not to cry. He hugged her into him and Emily peeked over at her mother who was also crying. "Thank you," Emily whispered. 

Emily moved away from her Grandfather and pulled Brandon next to her. "This is my boyfriend Brandon." 

"We've met Brandon," her Grandmother said. "He is the one that got us all together."

"You knew they would be here and didn't tell me?" Emily glared at her boyfriend. 

"They made me promise" Brandon said holding up his hand to protect himself. 

Jim moved up to his daughter and looked down at the swollen ankle and bloody feet. "I think we need to take care of that." 

"Sorry Daddy...you know I don't like to lose." 

"I know," he smiled. "But if you ever do this again I'm sending you to your room." 

"You leave my granddaughter alone Jim Miller!" Betty Cameron said as she hugged Emily one more time. They all laughed and joined Brandon's parents. As Emily gathered her gear the two Maryland women walked up to her. "Emily...we've seen enough." 

"Enough?" Emily said thinking it was bad. It wasn't. 

"We are offering you a full scholarship. But if you chose us you'll have to wear shoes." Bobbi laughed. 

"I will!" Emily said as she looked over at Missy who was smiling but had been left out of the ending heroics. "But...you know Missy and I are a team." 

The other coach laughed. "We came here last week to see Missy and to offer her a scholarship. We were just lucky to see you too." 

Emily smiled as Missy moved over and hugged her. "I didn't want to tell you until I knew for sure they were going to offer you too." Missy giggled. The girls headed into the locker room for a needed \shower as the adults got more familiar with each other. 

*****

The Grandparents offered to buy everyone a dinner so they all headed up to the country club where Jacob Cameron was one of the original owners. Emily rode with Brandon and as they drove up the hill Brandon reached over and massaged her bare leg. "So did winning the race get you all horny again?" He chuckled. 

"Yes," she smiled. "But please stop until we can be alone after dinner. I don't want to rape you in front of my Grandparents." 

"We could go out on the putting green," Brandon said while moving his finger tips up under her short skirt and across her silky purple panties. 

"I know...you want to get a hole in one," Emily giggled. "OK if I can play with your putter." 

"It's not a putter...it's a driver!" Brandon laughed. As they pulled into the parking lot and next to the large limo Emily saw her Grandfather get out and hold the door open for the women. 

"I wonder how rich he really is," Emily whispered. 

Brandon pointed up to the name above the entrance. "I never knew what that meant until now." Emily looked up to see "The Cameron Club House" sign above the doorway. After walking up to her Grandparents the older couple took Emily's arms and guided her into the country club. Brandon tagged along with the other parents, Maggie, Aunt May, Missy and Scott Miller. 

The whole staff was waiting by the entrance when they walked in. A graying man walked up to Jacob Cameron. "Welcome back Mr. Cameron." 

"Hello Jack," Jacob smiled. "Today is the happiest day of my life and I don't want you to hold anything back." 

"That's all taken care of Sir," Jack Dalton grinned. Mr. Cameron had promoted him to Club Manager many years ago. 

As the group walked into the big ball room Betty Cameron pulled her daughter aside. "Will you please forgive us?" 

A single tear fell from Janet's right eye. "Yes...I've always loved you and Daddy very much." 

"There's something I need to tell you," Betty smiled. "We still have the trust fund we set up for you many years ago and it's worth a whole lot of money. Emily also has one that will keep her out of trailers for the rest of her life." 

Janet stopped smiling. "There's something I need to tell you Mother," Janet said seriously. "Emily is proud of living on Jacob Creek so for your sake don't say anything negative about Jacob Creek or living in trailers." 

Betty smiled. "I made that mistake a long time ago and I won't make it again." She pulled her daughter into her for a long hug. 

*****

Emily sat between her Grandparents who kept hugging her and holding her hands. She winked at Brandon who was jealous of their attention. After dinner Jacob Cameron stood up holding a tall glass of the best champagne. "I have some things to say." 

They all got quiet and listened. 

"Twenty-years or so ago Jacob Cameron did one of the dumbest if not the dumbest thing he had ever done before." He looked over at his daughter and Jim Miller. "I thought I knew what and who was best for my daughter. I was wrong...so wrong that I lost her and didn't get to know my Granddaughter. I'm sorry honey." He said choking slightly. 

He then picked up Emily's hand. "I've always thought that I was the toughest son-of-a-bitch there ever was. But today I saw my Granddaughter show us all what being tough and proud is all about. When things are bad and there doesn't seem to be much hope we all need to do what Emily did today." He laughed. "Take off our shoes and just fight our way back on top." He pulled Emily up and hugged her as everyone clapped. 

After dinner the group broke up and Emily and Brandon slipped out the side door to the patio. "Still feeling horny?" Brandon whispered as he cupped her right buttock. 

"Yes...but first you have to tell me what you did to get my parents and grandparents together." She turned and looked up into his eyes. 

"My mother helped me to get your Grandparent's phone number so I called them and told them who I was and that you wanted to meet them." Emily stopped him with a kiss. He pushed back. "They said that your mother told them never to talk to her again so I lied." 

"You told them my mother wanted to see them too." Again she kissed him. 

"Yes...and then I told your mother that they wanted to meet you and to mend fences." 

"You are such a liar," Emily smiled. "But I love you anyway." 

"Come on...let's go down on the putting green," Brandon whispered as he took Emily's hand and pulled her down the long steps. When they got to the bottom they heard the familiar sounds. "Shhh," Brandon whispered as they tiptoed towards the small patch of grass. 

"OH GOD SCOTT...FUCK ME!" Missy screamed when the linebacker's hard prick pounded down into her tight hole. 

Emily giggled softly. "Let's go over by the driving range." They headed that way and heard Bud's voice. 

"Come on Maggie let me get on top this time."

They peeked around a ball wash and water bottle holder to see Maggie's bare titties bouncing as she rode her bronco. 

"I know where we can go," Brandon whispered. Emily followed him through some underbrush until they were in the middle of the eighteen fairway. 

"Here?" Emily asked as she glanced back at the well-lit Cameron Club House. The grass was dry and soft. 

"I thought you were horny?" Brandon teased. Suddenly Emily took two giant steps and jumped onto his body causing him to fall back in the middle of the fairway. "Jesus...tell me when you are going to do those kinds of things." 

"Hush," Emily giggled while pressing her open mouth to his. Emily became the aggressor. 

Brandon's mind was everywhere because her tongue was setting his mind on fire and her hands roamed over his board muscular shoulders, down his sides to this belt buckle. She had it undone and his zipper down in two heartbeats. 

"Lift!" she commanded which he did feeling his pants and boxers flying down and off his feet. The dim lights from the Cameron Club house caused a long shadow from his eight inch tower. Emily jerked down her panties and straddled his hips and lowering her body until the swollen tip pressed up into her hot slot. 

"God I hope you never lose a race," Brandon groaned while her juicy pussy slid slowly downward until his manhood disappeared. 

"Me too," she giggled. Although her ankle and feet still hurt a little she didn't miss a beat. His hands helped her to lift and drop over and over again. "Brandon." 

"WHAT?" He was through talking. 

"Do I look like my Grandmother?" 

"Shit Emily I can't think of those things right now!" His damn was ready to burst. 

She giggled and moved faster and faster until both of their bodies was on the summit looking over. "NOW BRANDON...OH GOD!" 

Those were the only words he wanted to hear. "ME TOOOO!" 

Just when they locked eyes it suddenly started raining. Not a light rain but a downpour. "SHIT!" He screamed. Not only that but bright lights appeared and they had no place to hide. 

*****

The parents, family and grandparents were all standing on the balcony looking out over the dark golf course. "Do you think they went for a walk?" Janet asked her husband. 

Jacob Cameron laughed. "Let's see...they are all eighteen years old. I don't think they are doing any walking." He turned and whispered something in the club manager's ear. 

"Daddy what are you doing?" Janet asked knowing what a prankster her father was. Suddenly the bright spotlights from the building projected outward and the huge water sprinklers came on. 

The first naked couple to appear was Missy and Scott who were only down at the base of the patio. "OH GOD!" Missy screamed when she looked up over Scott's head at the older adults looking down at her. "STOP SCOTT!" 

"Stop looking!!" Betty Cameron yelled at her husband when the beautiful naked Missy moved from under her new boyfriend's body and scrambled to put on her clothes. The men continued to peek at Missy and the women giggled seeing how well-endowed Scott was. They heard Bud's voice. "Maggie come back!" 

Maggie too was buck naked when the lights came on and was still sitting on Bud's mast. She heard Missy's scream and saw the adults. "You're on your own," she laughed as she grabbed her clothing and ran towards the bushes. She got there before the adults looked her way but Bud wasn't so lucky. He ran the best he would with his briefs around his ankles and his hands over his erection. 

"At least my daughter is not being bad," Jim Miller grinned when he saw Emily running towards the dry building area still in her skirt and shirt. 

"I wouldn't say that," Janet frowned when Brandon entered the brighter lights naked from the waist down while holding Emily's panties over his soft penis. 

"I need to talk to that boy," Jim growled. 

Janet elbowed him in his side. "Did you forget the night we conceived Emily?" 

"Uh...yeah...but at least we moved out onto the course more," Jim whispered. 

*****

"God they are going to kill me," Emily whispered to Brandon as he pulled up his boxers and pants. "Give me my panties." She took them but they were soaking wet. She giggled and moved her arm way back before throwing them towards some bushes. 

"Hey!" Bud cried out when he walked out of the bushes with Emily's panties sitting on his head. Missy and Scott had walked into the area and saw Bud too. They all broke down laughing. "Let's go face our medicine," Emily said while holding Brandon's hand. 

But when they got to the balcony they saw the adults laughing and talking not bothering to acknowledge their presence. 

*****

It was very early the next morning when Jim picked up his father at the hotel and headed over towards Jacob Creek. He had asked Jim to pick him up but wouldn't say what he wanted. 

"Betty and I are getting pretty old," he said. "And since Janet is our only child she will be inheriting everything." 

"We've never really cared about your money," Jim said not looking over at the man he once hated. "I have a good job now and..." 

"Let me finish. Janet told me last night that you are looking for a new and bigger place to live so I want to help. It was me who messed up years ago and I want to help you two." 

Jim bit his tongue to keep quiet. As they approached the bottom of the hill by the gas station Jacob told him to make a right. 

"Right...there's nothing down that way but a dirt road and trees." 

"Actually there's about 3000 hundred acres that I own," the older man smiled. 

"You own land on Jacob Creek?" 

"Where the hell do you think the name Jacob Creek came from?" Jacob Cameron laughed. "I owned it all." 

"Shit...I never put it together and Janet never said anything." 

"Well...take a look around you," Jacob grinned. They had driven almost a quarter mile into some beautiful land. "I'm giving all of this to Janet and you." 

Jim was speechless. He had thought about building a house but had not seen a suitable lot to build one. Now he had hundreds of choices. "I don't know what to say." 

"You don't have to say anything but you will have to promise me that you will never interfere in Emily's life. I mean as far as who she picks for a husband." 




Trailer Trash Ch. 03



"Well things might change but I think that's already been determined," Jim laughed. He looked at his father and smiled. "Thanks Dad." It was the first time he had ever called him that. 

Jacob smiled. "You're welcome son. Oh yes, one more thing. I was talking to an old friend of mine yesterday before the track meet and he will be calling you. He's a home builder and would love to talk to you about developing this land. He said something to me about not charging you for your house." 

"I think I know how you became so rich," Jim grinned. 

Jacob looked around. "If you two do things right Jacob Creek might be the most elite place to live in Glendale." 

"I'll talk to Emily about that," Jim laughed. 

"Emily?" 

"She loves Jacob Creek like it is now. If I mess it up she might never talk to me again." 

"Shit don't let that happen," Jacob said seriously. "You must be a very proud father." 

Jim felt his eyes tearing up. "You have no idea." 

*****

Later that afternoon Jacob and Betty Cameron had their first meal ever in a mobile home. The older couple was so happy to be with their daughter and her family again they didn't care where the meal was. It was later as Emily and her Grandfather walked down the dirt road towards the school that Emily took his hand.

"Grandfather I think I'm going to marry Brandon." 

Jacob smiled. "Did he ask you to marry him?" 

"Not exactly...well kinda?" 

"You're sort of too young to be thinking about that right now," Jacob smiled. "But just remember it's your life so don't ever let anyone tell you want you should do with it." 

Emily squeezed it and grinned. "Come on I'll race you to the school house." It was only about twenty steps away. She did it as a joke but suddenly her gramps took off with his cane flying next to his bum leg. 

Emily came in second but it didn't bother her. 

It was later that night before the Grandparents left that Betty gave Emily an old hair band that she had worn many years ago when she ran track for Penn State. On the front of it was a small lion.

"Thanks Grandmother," Emily said. 

*****

The next two months flew by and the whole State knew who Emily Miller was. Along with Missy they suddenly became the team to beat. It was at the State finals being held at Penn State that Emily and Sarah Jenkins met again. This time it was Sarah who was very nervous. 

"Well this is it," Sarah grinned as the two walked around the starting line shaking their legs and arms to get loose. "I hear you are going to Maryland." 

"Yes," Emily answered. "Did you pick a school yet?" 

"University of Virginia." 

"Hey...that's ACC too right?" Emily smiled. 

"Yes...so I guess we will be seeing each other again," Sarah smiled. They moved into their positions and when the gun sounded they took off together. 

Both were champions as they finished the first lap dead even. It went that way to half way around when both broke out into an open dash to the half-mile. The whole stadium had stopped as they watched neither girl give away an inch. No one was talking or even breathing when they approached the finish line and stepped across it at the same time. It was a photo finished. 

Emily and Sarah put the breaks on and turned towards each other. "I think we both just beat the state record," Sarah grinned as they hugged while waiting for the results. The judges kept looking at the video until finally one pointed to the screen and the other one nodded his head. They turned and said something to the two coaches. Coach James suddenly started jumping up and down which mean of course that Emily had won. 

"Congratulations," Sarah said disappointed but not surprised. "See you in the mile." 

The coach ran over to her and hugged her. "You now hold the State record in the half-mile. Your time was 2:11:52 and Sarah's was 2:11:56." 

"That's less than a second apart," Emily gasped. "But how can they accurately measure that?" 

The coach smiled and touched a small puff of her hair sticking outward over the lion on her head band. "You literally beat her by a hair." 

Emily glanced over into the stands at her Grandmother. "Thank you," she said knowing she couldn't hear her but maybe she could read her lips. 

Missy had won the 200 yard dash earlier but had come in second in the 100 yard race. Glendale held a slim margin over Ridgewood when Emily and Sarah stepped up to the line. Sarah reached up and pulled her dark brown hair out a little and they both laughed. 

Emily knew the mile was her best race and had done some extra practicing with Elvis and Boner. She knew she could stay even with Sarah and hoped that on the last lap her training would take over. 

"Oh God I'm so nervous," Janet Miller said sitting in the Glendale High parents section. 

"I know you've been kicking my leg for the past 30 minutes," Jim laughed. They all saw Emily turn and look in their direction and wave. 

"GO GET IT EMILY!" Betty Cameron screamed before Jacob hooked her shoulder with his cane to pull her back down next to him. 

Emily's smile left her as she stared down the track and waited for the gun. "BANG!" Suddenly they were off and she was running her last high school race. "Pace yourself," she thought while following Sarah by a half stride. They were neck to neck at the end of the first lap and had again put a large space between them and the others. 

"WONKA...WONKA!" She heard as they passed the Glendale cheerleaders and band. Again they were even at the half mile. 

"I can't look," Janet said putting her head down into her hands but she peeked through her fingers. "GO EMILY!" 

Sarah smiled because she too had put some extra conditioning with a hired trainer as they passed the end of the third lap. One lap to go and neither girl was backing down. TV camera crews were running across the infield with the heavy cameras on their shoulders as they neared the last half of the race. 

Sweat beads now formed and were changing in to droplets on Sarah's forehead as her breathing became labored. "Is she a machine?" She asked herself looking next to her at Emily who didn't even look tired. Sarah stared ahead and started her last kick to the line when Emily suddenly took off. "Shit." 

"THE DOGS EMILY!" Coach James was screaming and yelling when he saw her gaining a big lead on the previous State Champ. "THE DOGS!!!" 

Emily's body was a machine now that had been shaped by running up the hill to Brandon's house the past few weeks. Running on a flat track was like running down hill. 

"OH MY GOD!!" Janet cried out with tears of joy when her beautiful wonderful daughter crossed the finish line giving Glendale its first State Championship in any sport. Sarah was a full five seconds behind her. 

"I WON!!!" Emily's mind screamed but not a sound came out of her mouth. She immediately turned and saw Sarah smiling. "I think I'm going to transfer out of the ACC," the other girl said as they hugged. As they parted Sarah pulled Emily's arm. "Who is Elvis and Boner?" 

"My trainers," Emily giggled. After that it was just a blur for Emily. Everyone wanted to hug her and the TV shows did a short interview. 

"I kept my shoes on Daddy," Emily giggled when she hugged the man who had stuck with her for so long. 

"I was wondering if they were going to come off," Jim laughed. Emily saw Brandon standing behind him last in line awaiting his turn at he girl he loved so much. 

"Hi," Emily said with tears in her eyes. He wiped one away and pulled her sweaty body to his. 

"I told Georgetown that I was coming," Brandon whispered. "We can get an apartment close to both schools." 

"An apartment?" Emily said. "I don't think my father will allow that." 

"I've already talked to him." 

"You talked to...him...about the...apartment?" 

"Yes...and I asked him if I could have permission to marry you." 

Emily's heart stopped. She looked at all the quiet parents, family members, teammates and the cheerleaders and band as Brandon dropped to his knees in front of her. Even the TV cameras were pointing at her. 

"Emily will you marry me?" His smile could have melted any woman's heart. 

Emily who hated the spotlight at that moment didn't care if the whole world was watching. "YES...OH GOD...YES!" 

Suddenly the whole stadium even the other teams started clapping and cheering. Emily pulled him up to her lips and gave him her best kiss. 

Epilog: 

Emily was a marked woman at Maryland but proved that Terrapins were not slow. After she and Missy led the Terps to the ACC championship their freshmen season they took their team to the NCAA finals the following year where Emily set a US record. Two years later in China Emily won a gold metal for her country. Brandon starred at Georgetown and took them to the Cotton Bowl where they lost to Texas. Emily was in the stands yelling, "WILLIE!...WILLIE!"

The Jacob Creek folks placed a large sign at the bottom of the hill just before you turned right into Cameron Estates. 

"Welcome to Jacob Creek. Birthplace of Emily Miller who brought home the gold." 

After her grandparents passed away and just after she gave birth to Brandon Jr. Emily started a scholarship fund for all the kids living in Jacob Creek. She and Brandon built the biggest house in Cameron Estates and every morning around 6:00AM you can catch her running next to her little son and husband. Elvis and Boner Jrs. ran behind. 

*

The end...

Ending note from Slick: Even I got a little teary eyed at the end. Again you gave me some ideas and I ran with them. (pun) A reader after the Tomboy story asked me to use Maryland this time instead of UNC and Duke. This was a good story to write for me because I grew up in a hollow just like Emily and felt many of the things you read about in this story. Don't forget to write and vote ...WONKA...WONKA!.



Trailer Trash Ch. 04



The email I received two days later said, "I need a shave." I got hot just thinking about his bristly head and my razor gliding across it.

I pulled a short black skirt over my legs and up to my hips, a tank top over my head, spread sweet oil on my holes for him and drove to the RV. 

I pulled a chair out and told him to take his pants and boxers off and sit. I'd worn no underwear. It was a simple gesture, but one I knew would turn him rock hard in an instant. He was that easy. 

When he'd taken his position, I made a request.

"Can I tie your hands behind the chair?"

He took a deep breath and nodded, placing his clasped hands behind the chair.

I knelt down and tied his hands securely. I stood and moved around in front and straddled him, fanning my skirt out around me. I lowered myself onto his lap. 

He felt my tender, naked flesh against his thighs and balls and moaned. His dick began to grow against my cunt and I felt his ball sac quiver on my thighs.

Just as I expected.

I placed my soft full lips on his and gently plucked them. He grew harder still. He kissed back, eventually weaving his tongue into my open mouth. My wetness soaked his thigh.

He struggled to free his hands but found that the knot I'd tied grew tighter when he pulled against it.

I wiggled around on his lap, allowing room for his growing cock, then I slipped my shirt off over my head. My bra had a front closure, so I guided his hungry mouth to the connection. He undid it with his teeth and it popped off with a snap, falling to the ground beside us. I slid forward on his lap and placed my right breast in his mouth. Because they are small, it was awkward for him to take it without the help of his hands, but when he had it full in his mouth, he sucked gratefully, biting the nipple until it was hard. Then he moved to my left breast. He drew circles around it with his tongue, fluttered his long lashes against it, giving it little butterfly kisses, and then sucked on it long and hard as he had done with the first. 

I withdrew his mouth and I stood, repositioning myself. In one quick movement, I fell hard onto his cock and it shot straight up into my waiting cunt. He threw his head back and swore. "Fuck."

I put my hands on his shoulders and slowly slid him in and out of me, allowing just the tip to remain inside of me each time I moved up. Up and down I went, my wet pussy touching his balls each time I landed on his lap. Sometimes I went down slow and easy, letting him feel my soft flesh as he entered, and sometimes I hammered him, slamming against his lap with all the force I could muster. I worked and stroked him until he was ready to cum. 

I took his face in my hands and said, "Hold it." 

He bit his lip and nodded, concentrating on not blowing his load.

I raised my cunt off of his body a few inches and gingerly threw my leg over his body, turning slowly on his cock as if it were a merry-go-round until I was facing away from him. I continued spinning and clenching my muscles tight on his dick until I had turned around completely three times in an impressive show of acrobatics. When I was finished, I saw that his face was pale, his mouth clamped shut in concentration.

"It's called 'sit and spin'," I whispered in his ear before I licked it.

He couldn't speak.

In one smooth move, I placed my hands on his shoulders once again and pushed myself up until only the tip of him remained gloriously inside of me. Then I slammed my pussy against his lap and he came inside of me immediately, his warm load dripping down my legs. He ferociously bit my nipples. 

As the throbbing of his cock slowed, in one smooth motion I stood, pulled his dick from my cunt, tipped the chair over so that he was lying on his back , his hands stuck beneath the fallen chair, and stood above him. The fruits of both of us dripped from my hot pussy onto his face. He closed his eyes and opened his mouth, tasting us both and moaning in delight. I knelt down and sat on his chest, licking the remaining cum from his cheeks, his eyelids, his lips.

I returned the chair to the upright position and admired his stubbly head, running my hands across the prickly surface. He had saved shaving duty for me once again. I checked the ties that bound his hands and put a warm cloth on his head to soften the bristles that grew there, teasing me.

I stood behind him so that he couldn't watch my preparations. I withdrew electric clippers from my bag, which I plugged into the wall and turned on. He flinched when he heard the low buzzing sound, not sure what I was planning to do to him. I brought the clippers into his view, holding the vibrating razor against his balls. Somehow he managed to shove one of his fingers into my pussy. I squealed at his unexpected invasion. I removed myself from his probing finger and moved to the front of the chair, straddling him once more.

I traced the contours of his hard abs with the clippers, moved it across his chest and then finally took them to his head. I slowly removed the growth that had begun to cover him in one long stroke after another. I was so turned on that if he had touched my clit I would have exploded. 

When I was done with the clippers, I left them turned on and placed them on the seat between his legs so that we both felt the vibrations against our bodies. He closed his eyes and bit his lip while I pressed my cunt harder against his quivering ball sac. 

The short hairs that still covered his head were such a turn on for me that I was loathe to shave them, but I knew he liked it clean, so I set out to finish what I had started. I covered his head in shaving cream and took out a razor. I made the process last as long as I could, it was foreplay for me. I shaved him in slow, deliberate strokes which I copied with my hand on his dick. The clippers were still turned on, resting between us on the chair, buzzing and shaking our sex. His flaccid member began to grow for me again. One long stroke from his forehead to the crown with my razor followed by one long stroke from the base of his penis to the tip of his knob with my hand. Over and over, head and penis, head and penis. He moaned and cried in agonizing wait. 

When I had finished, I cleaned him up with a towel and ran my tongue over the smooth surface of his round head. Then I ran my tongue of the smooth surface of his dick. I untied his hands, but told him to remain in the chair. He was too weak to move anyhow and if he had shifted too much, he would have shot the load from his dick and wasted it on the chair. I removed the clippers, turned them off and put them aside.

I warmed more shaving cream between my palms. "My turn."

"Ah, shit," he said as he watched me finger my own pussy with white, foam covered hands.

I had let myself go since the last time we had met and tiny, itchy hairs grown in on my pussy. I wanted to be clean and smooth for him as he was for me.

I lifted my left leg onto his lap and spread my thighs apart in an impossibly wide arch. He drooled at the sight of my tender skin. I began pulling the razor across my mound in long, smooth strokes, rinsing it after each stroke. He begged to touch it but I kept his hands away. I shaved away as much of the hair as I was able to in this position, tugging and pulling on the skin to move it out of the way of the sharp blade. I even shaved the "V" shaped bit he had left the first time. I rinsed off the shaving cream with a washcloth and allowed him to admire me. From the waist down I looked like a thirteen year old girl. 

It even turned me on.

He studied me, my work, and said, "You missed some."

I looked down, sticking my head between my legs and saw a few stray hairs far back on my pussy and near my ass.

"Can't reach them."

His dick was throbbing as he stood. "Get on the bed. I'll finish for you."

I laid down and watched as he rubbed shaving cream between his beautiful hands and then onto my pulsing cunt. 

He sat between my spread legs with the razor but struggled to reach to the hair that remained. He leaned back and raised my legs until they rested on his shoulders. I lay flat on my back and played with my tits while he ran the cold steel blade across my pussy and near my tight ass in masterful, clean strokes. He wiped me clean and slipped a finger into my pussy.

"Finished?" I asked.

"Not yet."

I waited for the blade to touch me again but instead felt something heavier on my thigh. Then it began to vibrate and he slid it down toward my cunt.

The clippers.

"Oh, shit."

"Don't worry," he said. "I put the safety on."

He ran it up and down my thighs, against my asshole, over my breasts and taut stomach and then, thankfully, against my moaning cunt. I grabbed the sheets in my fists and curled my toes that hung over his shoulders. I arched my back, lifted my hips higher off the bed in an effort to force the vibrating hair clippers into my wet body. He tried, too, moving them toward my lips, my cunt open and inviting, but they didn't fit.

I begged, "Eat me," and he dropped the clippers and complied, sucking the juices from me with sheer force while working my clit with his hand in tight circles. His mouth was like heaven as his tongue worked as hard as any dick, in and out, and around in circles inside my sensitive pink opening. I came twice, the second time a full body orgasm. I shook uncontrollably on the bed, grabbing fistfulls of sheets in my hands once again. My legs still hung over his shoulders and he rocked back and forth to match my rhythm as I came and came. He held me tight to keep my head from hitting the headboard, I shook so hard.

He was pleased.

When I could breath again, I switched places with him so that I straddled him as he lay on the bed face up. 

I took his cock in my mouth and sucked it hard. I pinched his balls and he cried out in agony. I pinched them again. 

Pain and pleasure. 

I moved on top of his cock and slid it into me, controlling the depth of the pumping by placing my hands on his ever raised hips and guiding him in and out. I didn't allow him to enter to the hilt of me, only thrusting his dick halfway inside. When he was ready to cum, I pulled him out gently and kissed his balls, bringing him back down. I fingered his cock, played with his sac, and sucked on him in between the times I allowed him to enter me. I was able to make it last for close to half an hour before he began to beg me to let him cum. I was impressed by his stamina. And grateful.

"Beg more," I coaxed him.

His eyes rolled back in his head and his cock seemed to grow bigger and flex inside of me.

"Please. Oh, god, please let me cum."

I stood on the bed above him, giving him full view of my soft pink cunt and came down on his cock in one swift motion, his dick hitting the very far reaches of my insides. I screamed out in painful joy. His ejaculation was wrenching as he spurted pulse after pulse of hot cum into my welcoming sex. He stayed inside as long as he could and I gripped his dick with the muscles in my cunt, holding him tightly in place. When I pulled him out, I held my hand under my dripping pussy and caught his milky white semen in my hand, licking every last bit from my palm before laying beside him on the bed. He fondled my clit, my pussy, my ass until he slowly drifted off to sleep.

Once asleep, I kissed his limp penis and left.