Bad Girls - Jilly

Chapter One

 

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"Excuse me?" I blinked at Karen, one of my three best friends and the girl I'd known the longest.

We'd been friends since third grade, half our lives exactly now that we were sixteen, and I'd never heard her say anything more ridiculous in my life. And believe me, Karen could say some of the dumbest things imaginable, but this one…

"You take two and sleep like a baby," she whispered eagerly. "If you take four…"

"You sleep like Dracula!" Amy giggled, leaning into my shoulder and I pushed her away with an annoyed look.

"Dracula?" Janey scrunched up her nose from across the table.

"Like the only thing that'll wake you up is a stake through the heart!" Amy nodded cheerfully, as if that sounded like a lot of fun.

"Dracula was dead though," Janey frowned, twisting her blonde hair in her fingers because a couple guys were watching us.

"Four pills won't kill you," Karen rolled her eyes at me. "Lonnie said you could even take six if you want."

"I don't even want to take one!" I said a little too loudly and I dipped my head as the librarian, Mrs. Humphries, cleared her throat.

"What's Lonnie know anyway?" Janey wondered and of course she was more than just interested, the girl was positively invested. I mean, it was her fantasy we were planning, not mine! I just had to live it for her.

"Her dad's a pharmacist," Amy answered.

"And she stayed at a Holiday in last night," I snorted.

"I don't get it," Janey tilted her head and bit her bottom lip just for the boys.

"That old commercial?" I stared at her. "Never mind."

"Just take five," Karen said. "You won't feel a thing."

"I kinda wanna feel something." I stared at her for a second and then looked at my other two friends as well. "That's the point!"

"Nooo…" Amy sang. "The point is you don't feel anything. Right, Janey?"

"Huh?" The girl had been posing. "Oh, yeah…You gotta be asleep, Jill."

"Take a picture!" Karen frowned at the two boys. "God!"

"Ladies…" Mrs. Humphries looked up from her desk.

"They're looking at me anyway," Amy shrugged.

"They are not!" Janey said.

"Quiet please," Mrs. Humphries said.

"They were looking at Janey," I decided, but I didn't really know for sure.

"They're bland anyway," Amy sighed.

"Totally bland," Karen agreed and Janey looked unhappy.

"You can do better," I told her, just to make our friend feel better.

Janey looked like a twelve-year-old, a cute one, even a sexy one in that Sailor Moon outfit she wore, but still only twelve. She played with her neckerchief, blue like her pleated skirt, blue like her eyes and loosely knotted at the throat of her white blouse. If only she'd grow a few inches taller, put some weight on her chest and hips, Janey would be a serious hottie.

Like me? I wondered. Yeah, like me and Karen and Amy too. All three of us were hot. That's why we were best friends. Janey was hot too, but only if you looked at her a certain way. Like you had to remind yourself that she was almost seventeen and older than all of us. You had to know what was inside the girl and see the outside in a new way, you know? Like a new color. Janey wasn't a little girl then, she was only…different. A different sort of young woman and once you made that leap of faith, heaven was right there waiting to be taken.

"I just wanna fuck so bad," she sighed.

"You take the pills then," I suggested, knowing how well that would go over with my friends.

"No way!" Karen shook her head and Amy joined her.

"No backing out, remember?"

"You wanna do your dad instead?" Janey asked me and that really stopped me cold.

"No," I replied, shaking my head.

"You got the easiest one anyway," Amy said.

"Yeah," Karen giggled a bit too loudly. "All you have to do is lie there."

Mrs. Humphries gave us another dirty look and a shush.

"Shhhh…" I shushed Karen too because we weren't alone in the library.

Aside from the boys admiring Janey, there were a couple dozen high school kids in there. Some of them were actually doing something, but study hall seemed like a big waste of time to me. Mostly all we ever did for that hour was whisper and giggle, let each other copy the homework we'd copied off someone else, and basically waste an hour before our last class of the day.

Gym class.

We were supposed to be running, but we walked instead and not very quickly either. Running seemed pretty stupid to me, unless a bear was chasing us or something.

"You're not supposed to run from a bear anyway," Janey told us, as if she'd know.

"Why?" Karen wondered.

"Because they run faster than people, probably." Amy said.

"Yeah," Janey nodded.

"So what are you supposed to do?" I asked her.

"Lie down and play dead." Janey giggled.

"Oh!" Karen laughed too. "Like Jilly's gonna be doing tomorrow night?"

"Exactly!" Janey replied happily, giving me a big smile.

"Why do you like that stuff so much?" I asked her.

"What stuff?"

"I don't even know!" I admitted. "That's what I mean."

"Huh?" Amy frowned at me.

"She's just nervous," Karen said to nobody in particular.

"You mean being asleep?" Janey asked me.

"Don't be nervous…" Amy started saying.

"Yeah," I looked at Janey and she shrugged.

"…bears can tell."

"I dunno," Janey looked like an apologetic angel.

"So can boys!" Karen grinned at Amy.

"Check out Molly's ass," Amy changed the subject with a nod towards one of the girls who'd just ran past us.

"Did she get butt implants or what?" Karen rolled her eyes.

"Butt implants?" I laughed at that and she could be pretty funny sometimes.

Janey giggled too, but then she got serious. "Do you guys think I should get a boob job?"

"Yeah," Amy agreed instantly. "Big ones."

"Definitely," Karen nodded. "C-cups at least."

"Go for it," I shrugged. "Get like double D's or something."

"Cool," she smiled at us and that's what friends are for.

I wasn't a virgin. None of us were except Janey and that only means she'd never been fucked by a boy. She didn't have her cherry anymore, not since Karen had shown her how to get off with a hairbrush. Karen had learned how to have sex from her cousin, a guy named Martin, when she'd been thirteen. Another cousin, Amanda, had taught her how to jill off and Karen's cousins were brother and sister, which always seemed kind of weird to me. Karen had a lot of stories about her family reunions and after that little trip to Ohio or wherever it had been, Karen had turned into sort of a sexual know-it-all.

Not so much anymore though, because we all knew as much about sex as she did, you know? Except Janey hadn't actually done it with a boy, just with us mostly. So like I said, I wasn't a virgin and I had a boyfriend, sorta. The boy next door, Jeremy, and that was pretty cool because he didn't go to high school with us. He went to the catholic school, St. John's, and so my friends always teased me about catholic schoolboys and all that. Jeremy was cute though, seriously, and he had his own girlfriend, a real one who went to the Virgin Mary Academy and didn't know about us. She took the whole Immaculate Conception thing too seriously in my opinion though. I mean, the girl never put out and that's why her boyfriend fucked me every chance he got.

"Where's your thing?" I breathed, half-falling off the sofa in the den with Jeremy on top of me.

"I forgot to get some," he whispered, pushing with his hips and I could feel his naked dick trying to force its way inside my naked pussy.

"Ummm…" I made a face as the swollen head of his cock slid upward and across my thrumming little clit. The shaft rode along my buttery slit, teasing both of us and I'd gotten hot all over, inside and out.

I really wanted him to put his dick inside me. We were both totally ready after making out for about half an hour or so. That's how we always did it too. Like we'd start kissing fully clothed and undress each other while we did it, unless his parents were home. We almost always did it at his house and if Jeremy's mom was there we'd leave our clothes on, but I liked being naked better. So we'd undress while we made out and Jeremy was so cute. God! He had like the softest brown eyes and curly brown hair and his body felt so smooth and firm and…yeah. Jeremy would be eighteen in a month and his girlfriend had to be a moron.

"We can't do it without a rubber," I told him, feeling my heart going fast and my tummy all knotted up.

I'd cum already, when Jeremy had been fingering me out while we kissed. After almost a year of having sex, he really knew what I liked. He'd even kiss my pussy sometimes and I'd sucked his dick before, but mostly we liked to fuck. Sometimes I thought I sorta loved him, but he really loved his girlfriend. And except for how good he looked, and especially how good he fucked me? We didn't really have very much in common. Jeremy told me they were going to get married as soon as they graduated in June and that news had sorta bummed me out, like it would any girl, I suppose.

"I'll be careful," he promised, kissing my blonde hair and tickling my left ear. "I'll pull out, okay?"

"I don't…uhhhh…" I rolled my hips as he tried to get his dick inside me again and missed, "…like it."

"Yeah you do," he half-laughed, finding my mouth again and giving me his tongue for a long, slow French kiss.

His cock felt hard and heavy as it slid across my pussy mound. I could feel the wetness leaking from the tip and my pubic hair was damp and matted with his juices and mine. I could feel my cum cooling on my thighs and we kept humping like that, without actually doing it, just trying to get him inside while his chest pressed against my tits, flattening them with a warm, gentle pressure that felt amazingly good. I liked it that way the best, with Jeremy on top of me, his body covering mine. My pink nipples felt like popcorn, hot and sizzling and throbbing with tiny pops of pleasure. I moved beneath him. I couldn't help it. I wanted him to rub me all over and so I pulled Jeremy's shoulders and squirmed my butt around, used my legs and feet to squeeze his thighs and stroke his calves.

"Oh! Ummm…Ah!" I blinked and gasped and then smiled as Jeremy found the pouting mouth of my sex and he thrust half his cock inside me all at once.

"There…" he breathed, frozen for just a second with the awesome déjà vu of stretching my pussy around him.

"Pull out," I reminded Jeremy, wrapping my legs around the boy's waist and crossing my ankles like a hypocrite.

"I will," he said, kissing me again and pushing deeper, doing it nice and slow because we'd done this plenty of times before.

He made me cum again. I liked the way his dick kind of pushed down with him on top of me like that. He really rubbed my clit and I'd help, pulling him a little higher, getting the angle just…ummm…perfect…and that felt amazing. Inside it felt good too, but not really like anything in particular. My clitoris though, she felt sharp and hot, that pleasant thrum getting more desperate as the pleasure grew. Jeremy's cock was smooth and wet, but it started to feel like sandpaper to me. Or something. It started to almost hurt because my clit would get too sensitive and that's when I'd cum, despite the pain or maybe because of it. I couldn't ever tell and it didn't really hurt anyway. It just felt too good for me to handle, you know?

"Stop!" I gasped, shaking and squinching my eyes so tightly that I started crying.

"I can't…fuck…Jill…" Jeremy groaned and grunted and it was always like this. I needed him to stop, but he wouldn't or he couldn't or…something. He kept fucking me and I wasn't letting him go either.

My legs only got tighter and I had my arms wrapped around his neck. I kissed his face over and over, making soft whimpering sounds as my orgasm peaked. I loved cumming and like magic I didn't feel anything but amazingly good. My clit throbbed, still protesting the unending stimulation, but that only made me want it even more. I was such a liar. I didn't want him to stop at all, not ever. Jeremy could fuck me forever and I would have been happy. This was like nirvana for me. Heaven. It didn't happen every time, maybe not even most of the time, but when it did…

"I'm gonna cum!" Jeremy warned me, breathing the words across my flushed face.

"Yessss…" I hissed, nodding and feeling giggly, all drunk and stupid sorta, and for just a second I thought that sounded like a good idea.

"Jilly…"

"Pull out!" I gasped, pushing his shoulders and letting my legs fall open.

He did. Jeremy wasn't dumb and even the best cum in the world didn't make me a complete retard. He pulled his cock out of my pussy at the last possible second and grabbed it in his fist as the first spurt of boy joy spattered just beneath my belly button. Jeremy jerked himself off while I watched him, kneeling between my thighs and shooting his cum on my tummy mostly and then in my curling blonde pubic hair as the urgency began to fade. I smiled mostly, maybe giggled a little. His dick looked bigger, darker too, and his semen looked like milk as it puddle on my pink skin.

I pulled him down for more kisses. That was always the best part for me, especially if I'd had a really good orgasm too. I still felt all buzzed and tingly, trying to catch my breath and feeling my heart slowing down. And kissing Jeremy, feeling his still hard cock trapped between our tummies while I licked and kissed and suckled on his tongue. Sometimes I told him I loved him then, and I really felt like I did, but when he told me he loved me too, I didn't really believe it. I just wanted to.

"You going out with what's-her-name tomorrow?" I asked, reaching for the box of Kleenex tissues his mom kept on the coffee table.

"Yeah," Jeremy shrugged, pulling on his boxers and he didn't even bother wiping his dick off or anything. Boys are so weird sometimes.

"Hmph," I shrugged too, cleaning the cum from around my pussy and sorta scooping up the semen. "What a mess."

"You shoulda let me cum inside you," Jeremy teased me and I gave him a dirty look.

"Yeah. Good idea."

"I thought you were gonna get some pills?"

"I guess I have to," I sighed. "Since you keep forgetting all the time."

"Not all the time," he snorted. "You could buy some too, you know."

"What?" I rolled my eyes. "I'm not gonna buy a bunch of rubbers…"

"Why not?"

"…and get totally humiliated," I finished. "That's your job."

"Getting humiliated?" he laughed and I gave Jeremy the finger.

"I gotta go," I said, pulling up my panties.

"What are you so mad about?" he frowned, but more because I'd left a big wad of yucky tissues on his mom's fancy coffee table.

"Nothing," I shrugged. "Have fun on your big date."

"Jilly…" Jeremy definitely frowned at me that time and I ignored him.

Okay, so maybe I was kind of a bitch, but like I said, we didn't really have much in common if we weren't having sex. That and I hated his girlfriend, even though I'd never met her. I'd seen her before though, walking with Jeremy at the mall. She looked like a plump Snow White. Like fat! Well, not really fat. But she wasn't skinny! Probably she'd be fat after having a baby though. I didn't see why Jeremy liked her so much. She didn't even jerk him off or anything. Seriously! Jeremy had told me all he could do was feel up her tits once in awhile through her bra. Stupid big fat cow tits too. Probably that's why he liked her.

I'd made a bet with myself that even after they got married – if they did get married – Jeremy would still fuck me. I'd make sure of it too, unless they moved or something. But his parents would still be living next door and when Jeremy came home for a visit, like for Thanksgiving or Christmas, dragging his ugly fat wife with him and probably his ugly fat kids too…Yeah. I'd definitely make sure he fucked me again and then I'd make sure his wife caught us doing it. That would teach him. I'd give them a nice Christmas present…except I probably wouldn't. I knew I wouldn't. I liked Jeremy too much, even though I didn't want to sometimes, and I wasn't ever that mean to anyone.

But I'd still fuck him though. I just wouldn't tell Snow White all about it and maybe my petty revenge would even be better that way. Stupid cow.

Of course it could have been that I wasn't really mad at Jeremy at all, not that particular Thursday at least. I had other things on my mind.

"I don't know," I sighed into my phone, the one I'd blown all my birthday money to get because Daddy had gotten me one of those crappy phones that they give away for a dollar when you buy the crappy calling plan.

He was so hopeless sometimes! I couldn't even imagine having sex with him. Ugh! I know some girls like that stuff, at least the pretending part, but not me. Daddy was Daddy, you know? Like God is God, sorta, except a lot more practical. You can't fuck God. I mean, that would take all the mystery out of it! So if my dark cloud had a silver lining, that was it. Janey had to fuck her dad; I only had to fuck every boy in school. Sorta.

"What do you mean you don't know?" Karen asked me suspiciously and I could just picture her hazel eyes getting narrow beneath her auburn hair.

Karen was the only one of us who wasn't blonde, a fact she pretended to be proud of. She liked to tell us blonde jokes too, like what do you call a blonde with two brain cells? Pregnant. Ha-ha-ha…Yeah right! The least she could do was come up with a funny one every now and again, you know? But still, Karen was my bestest best friend and if I could tell any of them about my doubts, it would be her.

"They're gonna think I'm a slut or something," I said, shifting a little in the bathtub and my butt made a funny sound as it kinda stuck to the porcelain for a second.

"No they won't!" Karen promised. "You're gonna be sleeping."

"Uhhh…" I made a face. "So?"

"So, you just pretend like you didn't know it was gonna happen."

"And then what?"

"And then what what?" she giggled. "A slut asks for it, Jill. That's like the definition. Look it up if you want."

"Hmmm…"

"You're not asking for anything," she continued. "You're just passed out and all those guys are taking advantage of you."

"Yeah, but…"

"It happens to girls all the time!"

"It does?"

"Oh yeah!" Karen said. "Like at college? I heard like half the girls at UW get gangbanged every year."

"They do?"

"The freshman," Karen agreed. "Yeah. Everybody knows that."

"Who told you?"

"Brenda Thompson."

"Erin's sister?"

"Yeah," Karen giggled again. "She told her sister all about it."

"What did she say?"

"She went to some frat party…"

"Duh!" I snorted.

"…and they got her drunk, Brenda and a bunch of other girls, and she woke up like covered with spooge."

"Spooge? You're sick."

"What? That's what Erin said. Her sister was like a spooge sponge."

"Spooge sponge!" I laughed. "Shut-up!"

"Whatever," Karen sighed. "The point is, all you gotta do is pass out and then nobody can blame you."

"I dunno."

"It's the perfect alibi, Jill. Come on!"

"I don't even like half those guys…"

"So?"

"…they're ugly…"

"You'll be sleeping."

"…and fat and…God! I don't want some pizza face geek fucking me."

"No doubt," Karen agreed. "But if you gotta, this is the way to do it. Right?"

I didn't say anything.

"Right, Jilly?"

"This is gonna suck so bad," I sighed ten minutes later.

"No way!" Amy giggled over the phone. "You're gonna love it!"

"Yeah right!" I snorted and I could just imagine Amy rolling those sapphire eyes of hers, so blue they're almost black beneath a veil of long, straight blonde hair.

She was the youngest of us, but her body didn't know that. Amy could have been one of those swimsuit models, you know? I mean, she had that perfect figure. Too much hips and tits to be a fashion model probably, but definitely a bikini model. I figured we'd see Amy doing beer commercials someday and I felt a little jealous sometimes, but not as bad as Janey.

"They're all going to be walking around school talking about how they fucked me," I said. "It's gonna be embarrassing."

"And you can walk around talking about how you fucked all them," Amy replied, as if that made sense. She was so blonde sometimes!

"God! They're gonna say I'm a slut."

"So what? It's not like you ever have to fuck them again, Jilly."

"I know that!"

"Then what's the problem?"

"Uhhh…I don't want to be a slut?" I retorted sarcastically. "Duh!"

"You're not gonna be a real slut."

"Just a what? A fake one?"

"Not even," Amy said and this seemed to be turning into a rerun of my conversation with Karen. "Sluts give it away, you're just gonna be…"

"Passed out," I sighed. "I know."

"Think about all those guys though," Amy giggled. "Like they're all virgins anyway. You're gonna pop so many cherries…"

"Boys don't have cherries."

"…and their girlfriends are gonna be so pissed…"

"Great," I rolled my eyes. Just what I needed, making enemies with half the girls in school.

"You know all the cheerleaders are coming."

"So?" We hated the cheerleaders, mostly because we weren't cheerleaders. A girl had to be a junior for that and we were all sophomores.

"With their boyfriends?" Amy giggled as she led me on with her voice. "The seniors?"

"Oh."

"Yeah, Jilly," Amy said. "Half the football team is gonna be there. Brett and Josh and Kyle and…"

"Yeah," I nodded, listening to her rattle off the names of the hottest guys in school.

Of course they'd be there and before any pencil necked geek put his dick inside me, Brett would definitely drill my sleeping pussy. The quarterback of the football team didn't get sloppy seconds from anybody. I'd want to be awake for that though! God! Brett making love to me? That would be amazing! And then Josh and Kyle right after him, kissing me, rubbing their big, strong bodies all over mine, pushing their big cocks inside my horny little pussy and…

"Sloppy seconds?" I wondered after a nice ten minutes of playing with my pussy.

"What's that?" Janey asked and her phone call had totally spoiled my masturbation. Just when my clit had started buzzing too and I gave it one last pinch, a gentle one, before replying.

"You gotta make sure those guys wear condoms," I told her.

"Yeah, we'll…"

"I mean it, Janey."

"…tell them."

"It's like two weeks before my period."

"I know!"

"Seriously."

"God!" Janey frowned. I could hear it. "We're gonna make sure. I already got a whole box."

"You did?"

"Yeah," she giggled. "Well, I mean…they were for me, you know…in case."

"In case?" I giggled too and this whole sleeping gangbang thing was Janey's fantasy anyway.

I guess she'd sort of prepared for her dream the way people do, even if it wouldn't ever really happen. I could just imagine my small, blonde friend jilling off with that box of condoms next to her bed. Like just seeing it and knowing a bunch of guys would be using them while she slept. Janey looked like Shirley Temple, kinda, with her golden hair curling at the ends and bright blue eyes and dimples. No tits at all, not even hips, just that little girl body primed for sex and nobody to give it to her because she looked like she still had training wheels on her bike.

"How many are in a box?" I wondered.

"Twenty-four," she answered. "I got a big box of, uh…ribbed, lubricated latex condoms."

"Is that gonna be enough?"

"Probably."

"Probably?" I frowned. "Janey!"

"Well, some of the guys will have their own anyway, so…"

"Get more," I told her. "Like ten boxes or I won't do it."

"Ten?"

"Three."

"Yeah," she laughed. "I thought you said ten."

"I did," I giggled. "But that's a lot, huh?"

"They're expensive too."

"Are they?"

"Kinda. I'll tell Amy and Karen to get a box each. Okay?"

"Just tell them to make sure."

"Yeah. Hey! I got the video thing ready too."

"Hmmm…" I sighed doubtfully.

"You wanna see it!" Janey said. "That's the best part."

"Every part's the best part for you guys."

"I mean for you!"

"I don't know."

"How else do you get to have any fun?" Janey asked. "It's not about just sleeping, it's about seeing what happened to you."

"It's your fantasy."

"Yeah!" Janey agreed happily, missing my point completely. "This is gonna be so cool."

"Just so I don't end up on You-tube or something stupid like that."

"It won't," she promised. "You get the tape thing, okay? I just want a copy for me."

"It uses a tape?"

"The camcorder? Yeah. But we can put it on the computer."

"Great."

"Just yours, Jilly. I promise. Just make a DVD of it for me, okay?"

"Yeah, yeah," I promised. "But I'm not making a copy for everybody…"

"I know."

"…just you."

"Yeah."

"I'm trusting you, Janey."

"I'm your best friend," she giggled and offered me some famous last words. "Relax! You can trust me!"

I went back to jilling off, even though I sorta didn't like calling it that since my name's Jill and everything. I'd gotten teased by my friends when we were thirteen and fourteen, but the jokes were old now anyway. So, yeah, I was jilling off in the bathtub, closing my eyes and trying to think of the good things. Fucking the football team? A good thing. Definitely. Brett and Josh and Kyle, oh my! I'd do those three guys in a heartbeat, except they didn't even know I existed.

Well, they did. I mean, I wasn't even close to being ugly! Every boy in school had noticed me, but guys like Brett and his friends? They were seniors and dating the hottest cheerleaders and they might smile at me sometimes, but that was as far as it went. A smile in the hallway at school, maybe a little "What's up?" if we were standing close together in the office or something. No real talking though. No touching. No kissing. No long, thick, Brett penis stretching my pussy while I stared into his eyes and kissed his lips and…

"Ohhhh…" I lifted my butt and thumbed my clit hard, massaging my swollen vulva with all four fingers under the water.

They were going to fuck me. That's what changed my mind, more than anything else my friends had tried to say. I'd get to see it too. That would be really weird, watching myself on a video getting fucked by all those boys. As long as the sleeping pills worked, I wouldn't even remember it. I wouldn't feel a thing, but I'd be able to watch myself like a sixteen-year-old porn star, taking cock from any guy who wanted me.

How many would that be? I didn't have a clue. Ryan Mueller was having the party. His parents were taking off for the weekend and he was eighteen anyway, and one of Brett's football buddies. That guaranteed the jocks would be there. The cheerleaders too, since they all dated the football players, but they didn't count. It would be pretty fun to see Debbie Collins parading through school like the Homecoming Queen she was and knowing I'd fucked her boyfriend. She was so stuck-up! Brett would fuck me and then later, maybe he'd want to do it again…while I was awake. Maybe him and a couple of his friends, you know? I could whisper in his ear, if I felt brave enough, tell him I wanted to do it again. Do him again. All three of them at once, if they wanted.

"Brett and Josh and Kyle…" I sighed as my orgasm started to peak, "…oh my!"

 

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