Girl Fag 15
The girls' bathroom was someplace I usually avoided when I didn't need to be in there. Some girls were in there all the time, which I didn't really understand. It was just a bathroom. Three of those girls were in there when I walked in: Theresa Lyons, Wendy Eversman, and Angie Wong. They were all eighth graders, same as me, and I had to push between them to get to the sinks.
"What happened to you?" Angie asked, wrinkling her nose a little. She didn't have much nose anyway though. She was the only Asian girl in our school, small all around with long straight black hair and a cute oval face.
"Oh my god!" Wendy looked at me like she was shocked. She was the Mayor's daughter and acted like her dad owned the town or something. She was 15 already and that made her even worse, being just a little older than everyone else. She grabbed my wrist and giggled, pulling my hand up a little before I could yank it away. "You've been fingering out a math problem, huh?
I thought I'd just slap her, but that would have made it worse. "Look out," I said, finally getting to the sink and washing my hands. My face was red in the mirror so I just looked down.
"Fingering out someone else's math problem I bet," Angie was laughing too.
"That's sick!" Theresa grinned. She was usually sort of nice to me, since she had a huge crush on Greg. She liked to follow him around when she could, like during the summer when we had Silver Dollar Days, which was the town's annual celebration. But she had big huge braces and her dad was a dentist, which meant she'd probably have braces for the rest of her life.
"You would know," I told her and slapped the big button on the hand dryer, rubbing my hands together under the warm air.
"No I wouldn't!" she crossed her arms and stared at me, like Theresa was waiting for me to say something else, but it was pointless. They'd already be talking about me all day, all weekend probably. Not only had I beaten up the biggest boy in school, but the next day I'd fingered someone too…That would be the best part for them, trying to figure out who my new girlfriend was.
I gave up on wiping my pussy, it didn't matter anyway. All my previous excitement with Nurse Haven was forgotten; I was back in reality, dealing with the real world, which had people like those three in it. The only good thing was that they were always talking about me, although usually not right to my face like that, so most of the other kids wouldn't listen anyway. Besides, I was enjoying a little surge in popularity since I'd knocked Brian down, at least with the boys. He had his friends, but not many, and most of the other guys had thought it was pretty cool, especially the seventh graders who were always taking crap from him. So a lot of guys said hi to me in the hallways, which was nice for a change.
"Hi, uh, Ann," some kid was walking next to me. I recognized him, but I didn't really know his name or anything. He was cute, sort of tall and wiry, with short wavy brown hair and round wire rimmed glasses.
"Hi," I didn't really pay much attention, just a glance.
"I'm ah, Steve," he was smiling.
"Really? I have a brother named Steve," I was walking a little fast cause the bell was going to ring any minute, but he was keeping up with me.
"Do you wanna go out with me sometime?" he asked, just like that, out of the blue in front of about 20 other kids.
That made me stop and really look at him. He was very cute, I thought, and he had a little black mole just at the right corner of his lips. A beauty mark that would have looked better on a girl, but it was nice on him too. He was a little red faced, but not really embarrassed or anything; and he had a nice smile, a little shy, but sort of cocky too.
Nobody had ever asked me out. I mean Matt and the other guys didn't really count, so forget about them. This was the first time a guy that I didn't hardly even know had asked me on a date. And it wasn't like he was doing it privately, like a normal guy would have done, considering I was standing there looking like a guy too. This was right in front of everybody, or close enough to it, and that meant a lot to me. More than I'd ever admit anyway.
I dunno. I guess if you've never been in my situation it wouldn't seem like such a big deal and maybe it really wasn't, since I tend to overreact a little. But right then it sure felt like a big deal.
"Sure," I smiled and then the bell was ringing. I started walking again, real fast, and he said something, but I wasn't sure what, and then he was going back the way we'd come, almost running.
He was probably 13 I thought, or 14 maybe, but I doubted it. Steve was in the seventh grade, I knew that much, but he was new to the school. His family must have moved here during the summer and I tried to think of who had moved to Squinosha over the previous few months. I was daydreaming, but that was normal anyway. School was mostly pretty easy anyhow and my fourth period was history, which was a cakewalk once you knew the names, dates, and places where all the boring had stuff happened.
Steve…That was a cool name, except he didn't look like a Steve to me, not after living with my oldest brother for 14 years. I wondered why he wanted to go out with me. I was a tomboy, obviously, and that was being generous. Some people thought I was a lesbian, some people just thought I was a guy, and most folks didn't know what to think. I wondered what Steve thought I was; not a lesbian, I guessed. Maybe he just thought I was a really cool girl; there were a lot of boys who felt that way about me, but they were all older, like Josh and The Boz and the guys in shop class.
"It's a mystery, Shaggy," I muttered to myself.
That was the cool thing I was learning about life though, that it just kept on going. I guess 14 was the year I really began to understand that. You ended up in a certain place, at a certain time, doing something specific…And yet, if you hadn't made a bad decision that one time, or hadn't made a good decision that other time, you'd be doing something completely different. Your life would be something else entirely. It was almost mind boggling to a teenage motorhead like me; and of course, while it was happening, you weren't even aware that it was happening.
I was getting lunch and there was room where Matt and Lance and John were sitting, but I figured it was too soon to sit with them. We hadn't talked in our classes together, just sort of looked at one another, and maybe sorta smiled at each other once or twice. The guys needed time. So, I looked for someplace else to sit. I couldn't sit with the girls, of course, in fact it never even occurred to me. The lunchroom was pretty much segregated by sex, but only because the kids wanted it that way. There were a few tables with girls and boys together, but mostly the girls sat on one side, glancing at the boys and giggling; and the boys sat on the other, staring at the girls and laughing. It was the natural order of things.
"You want to sit with me?" it was Steve, once again at my elbow, carrying his tray of fish sticks and mixed vegetables.
"Uh, sure," I didn't mind. Besides, I wanted to figure out what was going on with him. We picked a table that was just being cleaned by Meredith, who was one of the kitchen ladies. She sort of growled at us, but she did that to everyone. I think it meant hello or something.
I put a lot of mustard on my fish sticks because I didn't really like them, but I was hungry too. Friday was always fish day, cause of the Catholics my Daddy had told me once, but I didn't see what religion would have to do with having fish sticks for lunch every Friday. I figured somebody had just saved them for the last day of the week because they weren't very good.
"When do you want to go out?" Steve finally asked me, after a few minutes of sort of awkward silence.
"I dunno," I shrugged, spreading yellow mustard around my fish sticks with my fork. "When do you want to?"
"Uh…" he was nervous and it made me smile, "…Tonight?"
"Can't, I'm going camping with my brothers," I took a little bite and all I tasted was mustard.
"Um, okay. Tomorrow night?" he wasn't really eating, just looking at me.
"Mmmm…" I shook my head. "I'm gonna go to Beaverton on Saturday."
"Oh," Steve must have figured I hadn't been serious when I'd said yes.
"How about Sunday?" I offered. "I'm not doing anything all day."
"We're going to Spokane on Sunday," he looked sort of sad. "My mom wants to go to Price Club."
I didn't even know what a Price Club was, "Where are you from?"
"Seattle," he finally ate a little bit of his fish stick. "Where are you from?"
"Me?" I laughed. "Right here."
"That's cool," he smiled at me. "You're lucky. We move a lot and it sucks, this is like my third school in two years."
"That would suck. How come you keep moving?" I asked, wondering if he was going to move again anytime soon.
"I don't know," he shrugged. "My mom and dad say we're going to move and then we do. It ain't like they tell me anything."
"That's kinda weird."
"Yep," Steve took another bite and nodded.
"So, uh, Steve…" I just had to ask. "How come you want to go out with me?"
He looked surprised, "Why wouldn't I?" Steve made it sound like I'd asked the dumbest question in the world.
"I don't know," I sort of blinked and stabbed a fish stick, feeling sort of dumb suddenly.
"I had a girlfriend before," Steve said, maybe trying to explain, or maybe just to impress me, I wasn't sure.
"Really?" I looked at him closely. "How old are you?"
"I'm 13 and a half," he sounded a little defensive, so I didn't grin like I wanted to.
"And you had a girlfriend?"
"Yeah. She was 16 and sorta like you."
"Like me?" I wasn't sure what that meant. "What do you mean?"
"She was cool, you know…She didn't really act like a girl," Steve wasn't embarrassed; he was just telling me the truth.
"Did she look like me?" I asked him, feeling very interested now. "I mean…"
"Yeah, kind of. She didn't wear dresses or makeup or anything. She was like a guy, except…" he grinned and turned a little red, "…You know."
"Are there a lot of girls like that in Seattle?" I wondered.
"I don't know," Steve shrugged. "I don't think so, but I didn't care either."
"One was enough?" I gave him a sly little grin.
"Yeah," he laughed and looked down like he was a little shy. He was seriously cute when he did that.
We didn't say anything for a minute or two, just sat there eating slowly. I was really curious about this other girl, feeling sort of relieved maybe that I wasn't totally alone in the universe. Somewhere out there in Seattle I had a sister, of sorts, and that made me feel better.
"So when you went out with this girl…"
"Her name was Monica," Steve said.
"…did anyone give you a hard time about it or anything like that?" I asked him slowly, not really wanting to make him feel bad or something.
"Uh, a little," he admitted. "Some guys called me a fag and stuff like that, because she looked like a boy."
"That didn't bother you?"
"Well yeah, of course it did, but they knew she was a girl so it didn't matter. They were just being stupid is all."
"Lots of stupid people around here too," I warned him.
"I don't care," Steve smiled. "I heard you just like girls though, and then after you beat up that guy yesterday I figured I'd ask today, cause maybe you wouldn't want to get in a fight two days in a row."
"You thought I'd hit you for asking me out?" I giggled.
"Uh, maybe," he blushed. "Somebody said that was why you hit that guy yesterday, but somebody else said it was cause he kissed your girlfriend."
I was blushing too, but only because I hadn't heard those rumors yet.
"What about your folks?" I asked, getting back to Steve's old girlfriend. "Did they like uh, Monica?"
"Oh yeah, they liked her fine," he was smiling again. "My parents are okay, they just want to move too much."
Our lunch was about over by then and we were getting our stuff together. "Hey um, can I have your phone number?" Steve asked me and I nodded.
"Give me your math book," he had his seventh grade algebra book handy and I opened the front cover, writing my name and phone number on the inside of it.
"Hey, you're gonna get me in trouble!" he laughed.
"I hope so!" I grinned and felt a little funny inside. "This Monica…" I licked my lips. "…Did you and her ever, um…You know…" I didn't know why I was being so coy all of a sudden. Sorta rude too, getting personal like that.
"What? Kiss?" his eyes got a little bigger and I nodded. "Sometimes," he admitted with a little grin. "Sometimes we did other stuff too." I stared at him open mouthed and he laughed.
"You did not!" I was laughing too.
"You don't know," he was teasing me and I had a hard time believing this guy was just 13 and a half. Maybe moving a lot meant you had to grow up faster or something.
"You're gonna have to prove it then," I was getting up slowly and so was Steve.
"Maybe I will," we were walking together and I noticed he was just a little taller than I was.
"Uh-huh…" I rolled my eyes and bumped him a little, leaning my shoulder into his, "…You just be careful, cause you know I'm tough."
"So?" he sort of bumped me back. "You don't think I like that about you?"
"I don't know," I giggled.
"You wanna wrestle?" he chuckled at the look on my face.
We were totally oblivious to everyone around us, which was pretty much everyone who went to school there. When the bell finally rang we'd bumped and teased our way halfway up the stairs and I had to turn around to go downstairs for my next class.
"See ya later, Steve," I gave him one last nudge.
"Bye. I'll call you tonight!" he watched me as we walked slowly apart.
"I won't be home!" I laughed.
It was a bright warm day, and we were having a real Indian summer, and I enjoyed the bike ride home. It seemed a little strange to be going home so early since I was used to having football practice, but it was nice taking a break from it too. Mark and David were already there, since they drove home from the high school. We were going to take the big Expedition, which was Daddy's monster SUV, but he'd agreed to let Mark borrow it since we had tents and sleeping bags and stuff… Except I didn't see any tents. Or sleeping bags.
"Where's the tents?" I asked as I peddled up.
"Hey! There she is," David smiled and shoved a box full of food into the back of the truck.
"Don't worry about it," Mark told me with a wink. "We got the tent situation handled."
"Damn right!" David laughed and gave Mark a high five. "Go get your stuff together, we're gonna pick up the girls before five."
"Okay," I was a little confused, but I guessed my brothers knew what they were doing.
I put my bike in the shed and went up to my room to pack. It was only for the one night though, so I didn't have to bring too much. A change of underwear, a couple t-shirts, an old flannel shirt that was soft and warm, some extra socks, and my strap-on, which had been hiding under my mattress for a few days.
I decided to get a hot shower real quick and changed clothes, deciding to wear my fake cock in my jeans, just cause I'd sort of missed it a little. I had the straps snug around my hips and pushed the long and hard, but somewhat flexible dildo down against my thigh under my boxers and pulled my jeans up to keep it there. It just wanted to stand straight out if I let it, but I guess that's what it was supposed to do anyway.
With all that taken care of, I was good to go and Mark and David were standing around the truck waiting for me. "Let's go, we're burnin' daylight!" David was laughing and Mark was honking the horn, reaching in through the driver's window.
"You guys be careful, huh," Daddy came out of the garage wiping his hands on a rag. "And no smoking in my truck, David."
"Yeah Pops," David rocked his head. "I know."
"Bye Daddy," I gave him a little kiss on the cheek, but I didn't get too close since he was a little dirty, plus I was carrying nine inches of cock in my pants. I didn't figure he'd notice, even if I hugged him, but why take the chance?
"Be good and listen to your brothers," he smiled at me. "Keep 'em out of trouble."
I grinned, "I'll try, Daddy. Shotgun!" I yelled and ran for the front seat before David could get there.
"Hey! I already called it!" David protested, but…
"Possession is nine tenths of the law, bro!" Mark grinned at me as he got in the driver's seat.
"Yeah, yeah…" David pulled his door closed, sitting in the middle of the big back seat. As soon as we were out of sight of the house he was lighting a cigarette and I just rolled my eyes.
I pretty much understood that the whole reason for this so-called camping trip was to give Jane the opportunity to get me alone. Maybe Sherry wanted to have sex with me too, although I didn't really know for sure what she was up to. Jane had made her interest pretty clear though, and I guess I was interested in her too, since I was happily riding along with my brothers to pick Jane and her sister up.
The whole thing seemed a little surreal, especially since Mark and David had been so protective of me when they'd found out I'd had sex with Steve, Greg, and Henry. Not to mention Scott, who had taken me to a highway rest area so I could give head to total strangers. The fact that Jane was one of my brothers' girlfriend didn't seem to make a lot of sense either and I still wasn't clear on who was going out with who exactly. Mark and David had their own little universe it seemed like sometimes. I just wondered how I was going to fit into it.
It turned out that the reason we had to pick up Jane and Sherry before five was that their parents didn't know about the camping trip. Sherry was 18 and a senior, while Jane was barely 17 and a junior, and they had told their parents they were going to a friend's house for a slumber party. Everything would be cool so long as we were there and gone before Mr. and Mrs. Hudson came home.
They were packed and waiting and it didn't take but five minutes before everyone was loaded into the Expedition. I'd just sat in the front passenger seat the whole time, sort of ignoring all the excitement, while Mark and David put the girls' backpacks in the truck. Sherry got in the backseat and Jane opened my door, smiling at me.
"Sit in the back with us," she jerked her head slightly and pulled a strand of long blonde hair out of her eyes. "We'll let the boys sit in front for awhile."
"Uh, okay," I shrugged. I felt pretty nervous, truth be told, and I mostly tried to avoid Jane's soft blue eyes. All I could think about were the things she'd said to me over the phone and I found myself blushing a little as I sat between the two sisters in the roomy back seat. That was the good thing about Daddy's truck, you could have a wedding in the back seat and still have room for the reception.
"Everybody in?" Mark looked back at us and smiled. "Keep your arms and legs inside the vehicle at all times…"
"Asses too!" David chuckled.
"…and this is a non-stop flight, so I hope you kids used the bathroom," Mark put it in gear while we mostly groaned at their bad jokes.
"Are we there yet?" Sherry asked in a bored voice.
Sherry sat to my left and I smiled at her a little nervously. She intimidated me for some reason. Maybe it was because she was seemed so confident all the time. Jane had always appeared shy and demure, sitting quietly with one or both of my brothers, usually nestled close to them as if she didn't want to stand out. Sherry was just the opposite though, and she always seemed to be drawing attention to herself, intentionally standing out from those around her.
She was pretty enough, they both were, but in very different ways. Sherry was tall, like 5'10" or something, and her body was more of an athletic sort, with large firm breasts and a narrow waist that accented her well-rounded hips nicely. Her legs were long and toned; Sherry was one of the head cheerleaders and she was the perfect cheerleader type. Her face was oval, and her eyes brown, or maybe hazel when the light was different. Her long chestnut hair was tied back into a ponytail along her spine. She had perfectly even teeth and a wonderful smile that seemed genuine, until you realized she could use it any time she liked.
Jane was smaller, lithe and almost fragile, I thought, and I'd been surprised by how different she'd seemed the one time we'd been alone together in the library. She had straight blonde hair, falling loose just past her shoulders. Her body was pleasantly thin, with nice pert breasts that might have seemed small on another girl, but looked perfect on her. Jane's waist must have been smaller than mine by two inches, even though she was easily a few inches taller than me, perhaps 5'6" or so. She was wearing a bustier top that showed off her taut stomach, flat and smooth and hinting at the muscles underneath. I enjoyed looking at her tummy quite a lot as we drove along. But it was Jane's heart shaped face that would draw a person's immediate attention. She was truly beautiful, with a vulnerable smile and soft blue eyes that seemed innocent as a new born baby's. Jane had a tiny cleft in her chin, so small it could almost go unnoticed, but it was perfect.
Sherry leaned back, shifting a little closer to me and bracing her knees against the back of Mark's seat. She was wearing a thin red tank top and it was plain that she'd left her bra at home, but it didn't look like she needed one anyway. Sherry's breasts were a good C-cup and they pressed out and up defiantly. I wondered what it would be like to have real breasts like hers, but I was glad Coach was helping me work mine off too. She also wore a pair of tight pre-stressed jeans, which meant she'd paid extra so they'd look used. She could have just gone to a garage sale or something, people had those all the time in Squinosha, and save forty bucks probably.
"I heard you were a bad girl in school today," Sherry sighed, getting comfortable.
"What?" I tore my eyes from Jane's stomach, swallowing hard and looking at Sherry. "Uh, what did I do?" I asked, smiling nervously.
"Who was a bad girl?" David was half turned in his seat, looking at us.
"Ann was," Sherry laughed and her hand was on my left leg, her middle finger tracing circles on my knee lightly.
I glanced at Jane and she'd slid back, away from slightly, to lean against the door. She was wearing cutoff shorts that were loose and frayed, and had perched her left foot on the seat, leg up and knee bent, so that her bare toes touched my hip. Her other foot was on the floor, spreading her legs slightly and giving me a view to the soft white hollows of her thighs. I could see a little pink where the edges of her panties were exposed. Jane didn't seem to notice though, she was smiling gently and content to watch her sister tease me.
"No I wasn't!" I protested, looking back at Sherry.
"Not what I heard," She shrugged and giggled. "I heard you have a girlfriend at school."
"Really?" Jane asked softly.
"A girlfriend? Annie?" Mark shook his head and laughed.
"What happened to Josh's cousin?" David asked me.
"I don't have a girlfriend at school," I sighed, feeling my face turning red and I just made a face at David.
"Wendy Eversman says you do," Sherry's finger was going round and round and I looked down at it. "She called me up while we were waiting for you guys, wanted to know who it was."
"She's an idiot," I crossed my arms over my chest defensively.
"What did she say?" Mark asked Sherry.
"That Ann was walking around school looking like she'd just been severely fucked…" Sherry grinned as she stressed the word, "…and her fingers had pussy juice all over them!"
"Something fishy going on!" David laughed.
"It wasn't like that," I protested weakly. "I wasn't walking around the school…"
"Come on," Sherry said softly, her fingers going up and down my leg slowly. "You can tell us."
"…I spilled something and…"
"Yeah right!" Mark and David were looking at each other and shaking their heads.
"…I was just washing my hands, that's all," I looked at Sherry and then at Jane, but she wasn't saying anything. The blonde just wriggled her toes a little.
"I bet it was that Carol Hahn," Sherry seemed a little closer and I could feel her right boob against my shoulder. "She's got the best ass in that whole school."
"How do you know?" Mark grinned and adjusted his rearview mirror so he could see us better without having to try and turn around.
"I've seen her," Sherry replied matter of factly. "Have you seen her, Jane?"
"Yeah," Jane answered softly.
"Wouldn't you just love to eat that ass with ice cream?" Sherry licked her lips, staring at me. I couldn't believe the way Sherry talked; and she was running for class president!
"Uh-huh," Jane breathed and I took a peek at her, but she was just sitting there like before, calm and quiet as a kitten.
"Do you know who she's talking about?" David asked Mark.
"Nope," Mark shrugged.
"Jane loves eating ass," Sherry whispered like she was confiding in me, but it was loud enough so everyone could hear.
"It isn't Carol Hahn," I said, sort of forgetting that it wasn't supposed to be anybody. I was burning up with embarrassment, distracted by Sherry's words and her hand on my leg.
"But it is somebody, huh!" Sherry laughed happily.
"The truth comes out at last," David chuckled.
Sherry gave little gasp of surprise. "What's this now?" Her fingers had found the dildo pressed against the inside of my thigh and I squeezed my legs together, but that only trapped her hand between them. "Ohhh…I know what that is…"
"What?" Mark asked, and turned to David. "What is it?"
"I dunno," David stared at me and I felt completely humiliated, I was almost ready to tell them to stop the truck and turn around.
"Leave me alone," I muttered, grabbing Sherry's wrist and pulling her hand away.
"Touchy," Sherry shrugged. "I guess that's for you, Jane."
"It's not for anybody," I told her, looking in her eyes for a second, but then I looked down, embarrassed and wondering why I'd brought it.
"What is it?" Mark repeated with slight frustration.
"A present for Jane," Sherry said and then giggled. "You wouldn't be interested."
I wasn't having very much fun and I wondered if Sherry treated Jane this way. When there was no one else to pick on, I mean. Probably she did, I thought, since Jane wasn't saying anything at all, and was plainly used to her sister's crude comments. I don't know what I'd been expecting, but not this. If Sherry thought I was enjoying it, she was wrong, but I doubted that she even cared very much. I got the feeling that I was just some kind of new toy she could play with for awhile. And my brothers were the worst, I'd have thought that they'd tell Sherry to lighten up or something, but they just sat there laughing, enjoying the show.
It made me a little mad. "Is all this just for me?" I asked Sherry, "Or is this the way you guys act all the time?" I sort of hoped she'd take it like a slap to the face.
"It's all for you," Sherry smiled sweetly and her hand was back on my leg. I brushed it off, but it crept slowly back like she hadn't noticed. "Don't be mad, we're just having fun," she spoke gently and I ignored her hand as it found my thigh again.
"I don't like it," I told her. "I don't like you."
"Awww…Ann, come on…" David was saying.
"We didn't mean anything, sis," Mark said. "We're sorry, right Sherry?"
"I'm sorry," Sherry gave my leg a little squeeze. "Here…Look…"
I'd been looking down at my lap and I slowly turned my head to look at Sherry. "What?" I asked.
"I'm really sorry," she sounded sincere and looked sincere, but I didn't believe her. She was close to me and before I knew what was happening, Sherry kissed me on the lips. Just a little one and I blinked at her. "That wasn't so bad, was it?" she kissed me again, longer this time, and I didn't resist.
"Yeah!" David was saying. "Kiss and makeup, it's a long drive."
"Not that long!" Mark chuckled.
I didn't know what I was doing. I should have pushed Sherry away, but I didn't. I wanted to like her, maybe that was the thing; she frightened me, intimidated me, and for some reason I didn't understand, attracted me. But I didn't want to admit it, even as she kissed me and I found myself yielding to a welcome warmth that spread through me. I felt her right arm moving to my shoulder and her soft hand on my neck, in my short hair, holding me to her mouth. Her tongue was light and soft, seeming to float across my teeth and gums to caress my own.
"Wow!" Mark's voice filled my ears. "That's what I call making up!"
"Keep your eyes on the road, man," David told him.
My eyes were closed and I felt my anger turning to something else. My heart beat faster and my breath was hot as it mixed with Sherry's. Her hand was between my legs and I spread my thighs for her, giving her what she wanted. I felt Sherry moving, reaching across me with her left arm, and the weight of her breasts pressed against my body. A moment later I became aware of Jane. Now leaning forward, her face close to ours, and Sherry pulled away from me, allowing Jane's mouth to replace hers.
"Is it just me, or is it hot watching two girls make out?" Mark asked David seriously.
"It's hot man," David replied.
Jane kissed me slowly and much more deeply it seemed than Sherry had. Her tongue filled my mouth, working deliberately back and forth while her jaw moved ever so slightly. I felt as though Jane were devouring me somehow, or joining with me much more completely than anyone else had ever done. Her kissing was incredible and it sent shivers through my body. I had my arm around her, and my other had somehow slipped unnoticed around Sherry. Jane too had encircled me in a loose hug, even as her sister's hand remained on my head, teasing my tingling scalp while Jane and I kissed.
When I finally broke away, gasping for air, I could only stare as the two sisters kissed right in front of me. Their lips locked tightly together and I could see the little movements of muscles and tendons as they worked their tongues eagerly, slipping back and forth. When they pulled back slightly, so that their tongues could play in the humid air between them, Sherry pulled me close so that I too could share that intimacy. All three of us kissed, our lips occasionally touching, but our tongues in constant sensual contact, slipping and sliding across and around and between the other two. It made me hot and incredibly excited, so that I clutched the two girls close to me.
"Holy shit," David was saying softly, staring at us from the front seat.
"Ever feel like a fifth wheel, bro?" Mark asked.
"You better drive faster," David sounded deathly serious and then they both laughed, giving each other high fives and grinning. I was only vaguely aware of them though, kissing Jane and Sherry had quickly become my whole world.
"Come here…" Sherry was breathing hard and her body flushed and warm, as all of us were. She leaned back against her door, much as Jane had been earlier, and pulled me towards her with her hands on my shoulders. "Pull my top down…Yeah…Like that…"
I stretched the soft elastic material of Sherry's tank top so that the oversized neck was pulled down beneath her firm breasts. They appeared even fuller that way, as if perched on a display shelf. Her nipples were dark and swollen hard and rubbery as I caressed them. Jane was behind me as I half lay, half knelt over Sherry's prone form. Jane's hands were sliding up my back, under my shirt, to my shoulders, and then down slowly, cupping my aching tits as they hung beneath my body. She pressed and pulled them, massaging my breasts as if they were teats on a cow, but much smaller so that my tits seemed perfectly suited to her hands.
Sherry urged my mouth to her breasts, gasping as I took her left nipple in my mouth, sucking at it eagerly. I pinched it with my lips and then bathed it with my tongue, and all the while my hands were squeezing her tits, exploring the size and shape and tender weight of them. And behind me Jane was kissing the small of my back, just above the waistline of my jeans. Her hands continued to play with my boobs, working my sensitive flesh with her fingers and palms until I thought they should explode. Jane's tongue traveled across my bare skin, and her lips kissed me slowly, across my back and waist, and then she would use her teeth, raking my flesh lightly and giving me soft tiny bites that made me gasp.
"See? I told you this was a good idea! Didn't I tell you this was a good idea? But you were like, noooo…" David was going on about something and Mark was just shaking his head and giggling. It was impossible for me to think about what my brothers were doing though; my whole world was in the back seat of that Expedition.
I went back to Sherry's mouth, kissing her passionately as she held me with one hand on my neck and the other in my hair. My hands continued to massage her tits and I pinched her nipples between my thumbs and fingers, giving them a painful twist and pulling at them, as if to punish her for being so cruel earlier. Sherry arched her back, moaning into my mouth, but didn't try to stop me from this rough treatment.
At the same time I felt Jane's hands move, sliding across my firm flat stomach, her fingers playing across the muscular definition working out was giving me. My body tensed in response to her touch and it was clear that she enjoyed the way my body felt. Jane lingered there for several minutes before slipping her hand lower to work at the buttons and zipper of my jeans, sliding them over my hips slowly and following them with my loose boxers, exploring my newly exposed flesh with her mouth, kissing and nipping playfully at my skin.
"I'm gonna take my dick out," David announced to no one in particular.
If Jane thought anything of my strap-on, she didn't express it aloud, or at least not so that I could hear. It hung between my bare thighs, the tip brushing across Sherry's leg as I straddled her, kissing the girl almost desperately. Jane's mouth was moving across my ass, her hands massaging my hips and buttocks, exploring me as her lips and tongue did the same. I gasped when her tongue slipped between the cheeks of my ass and her fingers pulled the thin strap clear of my rosy anus. Jane licked my asshole slowly, running the tip around it small circles while her hands held my ass open to her lust filled intentions.
"Why don't you take mine out too, man?" Mark suggested.
"Fag," David laughed.
"I ain't the fag if you do it, fag," Mark replied, not unreasonably I thought, but I was pretty distracted too.
I tore my mouth from Sherry's, gasping loudly as Jane worked her tongue against my asshole, trying to worm it inside, and the wet warm feeling was incredible. The sound of Jane's mouth, her soft sucking and moist kisses hung in the warm air, leaving little doubt in anyone's mind what she was doing to me.
"I told you she loves ass," Sherry giggled and licked her lips, which were puffy and red.
I arched my back as Jane pressed a finger to my anus, twisting it as she slowly pushed it inside me. "Uh-huh…Uhhh…Huh…Yes…Yessss…" I was breathing, pushing myself back against her as the girl licked around her gentle invasion of my most private place.
"She does love ass," Mark was nodding.
"Well, she loves you right?" David chuckled. "Slug bug green no backs!" he suddenly yelled and punched Mark in the shoulder hard.
"Ow!" Mark flexed his arm a little.
Sherry took the opportunity my distraction brought to reach between us and undo her own jeans, working them down her thighs somewhat awkwardly. "Lick me…" she sighed, pulling my mouth down to her sex, still covered by her little white bikini panties. "Kiss me there…On my cunt…"
I pressed back against Jane, all of us moving a little so I could bend my face to Sherry's fragrant sex. She smelled rich and tangy and the scent of her filled my senses. I kissed the swell of her mound, hooking my fingers in her panties and pulling them down to expose her clean shaven pussy. I could see the knot of flesh where her clit barely peeked from its sheath and below that the folds of her labia, which were swollen and puffy with excitement. Small droplets of moisture clung to her flesh and I used my tongue to gather them, flicking it across Sherry's pussy lightly, bringing the older girl to rock her hips and pull my head closer.
Jane worked another finger in my ass, two of them now, twisting and turning and fucking in and out of me. She was breathing hard, her breath cool on my heated flesh, and I was moaning softly as I lapped at Sherry's pussy, splitting her labia and tasting the intense flavor of the wetness trapped inside. I rubbed my thumb over her clitoris gently, coaxing it to harden and slip from its hiding place. Sherry's body fairly hummed with excitement, her sharp fingernails digging into my scalp and shoulders. I sucked her pussy lips into my mouth, stretching them and chewing them softly while I swallowed her pungent juices.
"I thought Sherry loved you, dude," Mark was saying.
"No way, man, she loves you way more," David was shaking his head.
"I don't think she's gonna love either of us after this," Mark laughed. "I didn't know Annie sucked pussy like that."
"Me neither," David chuckled. "You think we fucked up?"
Jane was fingering my ass roughly, stabbing two long fingers stiffly inside me, when I felt her other hand sliding beneath my strap-on, seeking my pussy and the first contact of her fingers with my slit made me jerk.
"No!" I rasped loudly, my voice rough as I caught my breath. "Don't touch me there…Please…"
"Okay." Jane replied quietly, her fingers still buried in my ass, but now barely moving. She withdrew her hand from my sex and kissed me at the top of my ass. "Sorry," and if she was surprised, or hurt by my refusal, that was her only sign of it.
I massaged Sherry's pussy with my hand, turning my head to look over my shoulder at Jane. "It's okay…I just don't like it…Being touched there…" I said between breaths, licking my lips and tasting Sherry. I smiled at Jane, "But you can do anything else…I promise…"
Jane giggled softly and nodded.
"No time for anything else," David interrupted. "We're getting close."
"W-What…" Sherry had been holding my hand and fucking herself against my fingers, and she was close to cumming I thought. "Nah…Not yet…Drive around the…Block…" she was pulling at me again, desperate to get my mouth back on her sex so she could cum finally.
"There is no block!" Mark laughed at her.
I bent down, but slid up, ignoring her nails as they scratched my back, and I kissed her hard on the lips. "Good for you!"
I giggled and kissed Sherry again, deeper this time and Jane was reluctantly slipping her fingers free of my butt. She was sucking them between her lips and staring at me with those brilliant blue eyes of hers when I turned around finally. I couldn't believe how beautiful she really was, like I'd never noticed before, but I did now. I licked my lips and swallowed hard as the girl pulled her fingers free of her mouth with a soft wet plop and smiled at me.
We were all hot and sweaty and hungry for more, the guys in the front especially. I could see that David had taken out his cock while he'd watched us, stroking it slowly and maybe even cumming at some point, I couldn't be sure. He had a fistful of napkins though and they were soaked with precum at least. He was cleaning himself up while Sherry, Jane and I fixed our clothes, stretching our bodies across each other to pull up our pants and straighten our tops. It was sort of ridiculous and we all giggled at ourselves.
"Do you think anybody saw us?" Sherry asked no one in particular.
"I did!" David chuckled.
"God, I hope not!" I felt a surge of humiliation, but I thought it probably would have been pretty cool too.
"Nah, the windows are seriously tinted and we're pretty high off the road," Mark answered, being practical for a change. "You want to try again? Maybe I can find a semi or something. Roll down all the windows and give a trucker a thrill…"
"Yeah, pull up next to him!" David grinned
"Uhhhh…" I just laughed. "Next time."
Mark was pulling into a parking lot and it was around 6:30 or so and just getting dark as the sun had finally disappeared behind the mountains. We weren't really in the mountains proper, just sort of on the edge of them, but it got steep quick and all around us were heavily wooded hills and heavy outcroppings of rock. Before I-90 had opened, roads like the one we'd been driving on had been the only way to cross the state, but now the only people who used it were locals, loggers, and the occasional tourist who actually wanted to see some of the country as he traveled. That was how little places like Fouchet Springs, which was the name of the place we were in, stayed alive.
It was even smaller than Squinosha and I wondered if they had the 'Now Entering…' and 'Now Leaving…' signs on the same post. There was a gas station, a tavern, and a motel. We were pulling into the Hot Springs Motel.
"I thought we were going camping," I said, sitting very close to Jane. I had my arm around her while she stroked my thigh slowly. Sherry was brushing her hair and glancing at us now and then with a little smile.
"This is better than camping!" David turned around with a grin. "This is the Lumberjack Love Shack, baby!"
"You guys wait here. I'll get us the honeymoon suite," Mark grabbed his wallet out of the glove compartment and got out of the truck.
"The honeymoon suite?" I giggled. The motel looked to be about a dozen little cabins nestled close together behind the office. I couldn't imagine a less likely spot for anyone to go on their honeymoon.
"You're still a virgin, aren't you?" Sherry asked me suddenly and I blinked at her, not understanding her at first. "Your pussy," she smiled. "You've never been fucked in your cunt before, right?"
"Uh, no," I shrugged and hearing her use the c-word like that was a little disconcerting for some reason. I'd always thought it was like the dirtiest word in the world.
"Why not?" Sherry looked at me and Jane just sighed softly, slipping down a little so she could press her cheek against my left breast. Her hand was on my stomach, pressing against the tightness there, rubbing me just a little.
"I…I don't like it," I was kind of at a loss for words. "I'm a guy."
"A guy?" Sherry giggled.
"Well, inside, you know?" Or maybe she didn't. Sherry was a hundred and ten percent girl, that was for sure. And maybe that was another reason she intimidated me so much. "I just always thought of myself as a boy, so um, I guess I don't really want to do that stuff."
"Fucking is fun though," Sherry pressed close to me, speaking softly. "Jane loves to fuck, don't you Jane?"
"Yes," Jane whispered, giving me a little squeeze.
"So do I!" David offered and Sherry just laughed at him.
"Yes what?" Sherry stared at her sister.
"I love to fuck," her voice was quiet and it sounded so sexy when Jane said that. I was really wondering what the deal was between them.
"I know it's fun," I told Sherry. "I just don't want to do it like that."
"So how do you like to do it?" David asked me.
"Uh, in my butt," I blushed a little and I was glad it was getting darker in the truck.
"Mmmm…You are a little boy, huh?" Sherry giggled, "Getting butt fucked by your boyfriend in the back of his daddy's car?"
"God Sherry!" David snorted.
"My sister likes to get butt fucked too, don't you Jane?" Sherry didn't wait for an answer. "She just loves it when your brothers fuck her in the ass," Sherry put her lips on my ear, tickling me briefly with her tongue. "Have your brothers ever butt fucked you, Ann?"
I was pretty sure Mark and David hadn't told the Hudson sisters everything, so I wasn't going to do it either. "Um, no…" I bit my bottom lip, finding myself getting excited all over again.
"I bet David would fuck you in the ass," Sherry was whispering. Jane had slipped her hand under my shirt and was playing with my stomach, tracing the muscles of my abdomen lightly. "Why don't you ask him?"
"N-No…" I whispered back, feeling my heart beating in my temples.
"That would be so hot, watching you fuck your own brothers…" Sherry kissed my neck gently. "…watching them push their big hard cocks in your sweet little ass."
"What're you talking about?" David was asking.
"Ask him," Sherry said to me, loud enough so David could hear.
"No," I shook my head. "I can't."
"I'll spank you if you don't," Sherry giggled. "Won't I, Jane?"
"Yes," Jane said, kissing my breast through my shirt. "She'll spank you, Ann."
"Ask me what?" David was smiling, looking from me to Sherry to Jane, but none of us would tell him. "What?"
"Hey. We're in lucky number seven," Mark had opened the door and slipped inside, tossing a key attached to a big piece of plastic shaped sort of like a pine tree onto the dash. "What did I miss?" he looked around.
"Sherry was teasing me," David laughed.
"Again?" Mark laughed and started the truck. "I told you before man, just bitch slap her!"
Sherry giggled like that was cute.
"Yeah right, dude," David shook his head. "You're so tough, you do it."
"She's your girlfriend, bro."
"No she's not!"
"I'm afraid so, I broke up with her last week…"
"You lie! Besides…"
"Don't listen to them," Sherry smiled at me. "They're both my boyfriends."
"Oh," I didn't understand what she meant. "Then uh, who's your boyfriend?" I asked Jane, looking down at her.
She turned her blue eyes upward to look into mine and they seemed much darker in the faltering light, almost black.
"You are," Jane said softly, like it was obvious to everyone.
"Me?" I glanced at Sherry and she was nodding, but we didn't get a chance to talk about it anymore; we were parking in front of cabin number seven and I was surprised to see a little rough cut sign on the door that read 'Honeymoon Suite'.