Girl Fag 30
"Hey!" Little Steve caught up with me after my art class, just as I was getting ready to ride my bike over to the high school for shop.
"Hi," I smiled at him, stopping and leaning up against a locker as kids walked by on their way to their next classes.
"I missed you during lunch," he leaned up against the lockers too.
"Yeah, I took the morning off," I laughed. "What's up?"
"I was wondering if you wanted to come over tonight? Have dinner at my house or something?" He was wearing his little round wire rim glasses and he pushed them up his nose. I think he did that when he was nervous.
"Um, I got football practice 'til about six," I shrugged.
"That's okay, we eat late anyway. Uh…My dad said he can give you a ride if you want." Steve didn't really look too sure that he wanted to say that and I had a funny feeling, like maybe it was Steve's dad who was really asking me to come over. But that seemed sorta silly, so I pushed it out of my head.
"Where do you guys live? I got my bike," I said, scooting out of the way cause some kid needed to get in his locker and I was leaning on it.
"Out by the orchard," Steve told me. "You know where that is? It's out by…"
"Duh," I laughed at him. "I was born here, dude."
"Oh, yeah, anyway…" Steve made a little face, feeling stupid maybe, although he shouldn't have.
"Yeah, sure," I nodded. "I gotta check with my dad though. Just find me after school."
"Okay, um…" The bell was ringing and he had to get going and so did I. "Where?"
"The girls locker room," I grinned. "Knock three times!" Then we were going in opposite direction.
One good thing about shop class was I could come late, not really late, but a little late and it didn't matter to Mr. Wetland a whole lot, because he knew I had to ride my bike to get there. Plus he didn't really want to be mad at me or my brothers, since we always made him look good with the class projects. He got mad at Mark anyway, but that was mostly just Mark being a jerk. My brother didn't have a lot of patience with Mr. Wetland, or with anyone else in that class really.
"Are you stupid?" Mark was talking to Waldo Kline, whose name really is Waldo. Nobody would ever deserve a nickname like that. Even high school kids weren't that cruel. "Why don't you put some rice in the radiator while you're at it? Maybe some sugar in the gas tank?"
"What's going on?" I put my bike inside, since the garage door was open. It was a pretty nice day outside.
Waldo was standing there with his head down, looking like my brothers looked when my dad was giving them a good talking too. All guilty and unhappy. I felt sorta bad for him. He was tall and skinny, with kind of a beer belly like you don't see on too many eighteen year olds. Waldo was like the proof that people grow into their names, some of them. He looked like a Waldo.
"Dopey here dropped some bolts in the carburetor," Mark looked at me. "Where you been?"
"School," I looked at Waldo. "How many?"
"Two," he mumbled. "Or maybe three or four."
"He doesn't know," Mark shook his head and that was why he was mad.
It was one thing to drop something in the carb, everyone did that once and then you learned really, really good and forever why you didn't wanna do that. Cause you had to take it apart and find whatever you dropped or your car pretty much self-destructed. But the key was knowing exactly how many somethings you dropped, because you had to find them all and not knowing was like going on a snipe hunt. You could spend the rest of your life looking for something that wasn't there, or…Assume you found everything and find out later that you didn't. Either way, you were screwed.
"Just bolts?" I looked at Waldo. "No washers or anything? Little nuts? Just bolts?"
"Yeah, just bolts," he spread his thumb and index finger a little, "About this big."
Waldo was at least looking at me, his big brown eyes hopeful. He was a senior but he sorta acted like he was in grade school usually and he was a serious momma's boy too. In fact the car was his mom's, an old Impala station wagon, the one with the 350 in it. Not a bad motor, but damn that was an ugly car. Sort of mud yellow like you see by the river when it's low, with fake wood trim and whitewall tires. It wasn't his fault his mom had an ugly car though.
"Just bolts, dude," I slapped my brother on the shoulder. "Give him a break."
Bolts were a lot easier to find than washers, which liked to tumble all the way down to the pistons sometimes and that was a serious boo-boo. Bolts shouldn't go too far. If he was lucky.
"Yeah," Mark looked at me. "Easy for you to say, you don't have to tear it down and put it back together in…" he looked at his watch, "…40 minutes."
"If anyone can do it, bro…" I laughed over my shoulder as I went to use the phone.
Another good thing about shop class was that it had its own telephone, so we could call the parts store, or an ambulance maybe if someone got hurt, which was always possible. Only one guy I'd ever heard of had needed an ambulance though and that had been a kid who'd started his pants on fire with a torch. It hadn't been real bad, not like third degree burns or anything, but he'd given his balls quite a scare I bet. That was why I was pretty much the only one that did any cutting, but not cause I didn't have balls! I mean, I did it cause I knew what I was doing. David and Mark did too, obviously, but they always bitched about it. I sorta liked cutting stuff.
Anyway, I got my dad on the phone after about 30 rings, which meant he was probably under that Merc and wasn't gonna be happy getting out from under it just so I could tell him I was gonna have dinner at Little Steve's house. He didn't remember Steve, but he did remember the Cuda, so it was okay with him. He wanted the inside dope on what the guy had in his garage anyway. Not like Daddy was worried about competition or anything, but there were a lot of guys with hot cars that hadn't paid for them with honest to God blood, sweat, and tears. Daddy hated poseurs.
After that I figured I'd give Mark a hand with that carburetor. Not that he needed help, he didn't, and really there wasn't much room for more than two hands anyway. I just didn't want to see him beating up on Waldo any more than he already had and besides, Thursday was sort of a kick around day for me anyway and it was either give Mark some moral support, or work on somebody's lawnmower or something and I wasn't feeling much like that.
David was working on the Olds, that 442 that him and Mark were building for next year's SEMA. It was hot as hell and it would show good, but it wouldn't win anything. But that wasn't why they were building it anyway, my brothers just really liked the car and there weren't a lot of 442's out there that looked good. It was their first real build for the two of them by themselves and they wanted to make a little statement, that's all, that a couple high school kids could create something totally kick ass. But everybody already knew that about us anyway.
"Hey, Ann," Josh surprised me just as I was coming out of Mr. Wetland's office. He wasn't in shop class and that was probably too bad because Josh could have used it, I thought.
"Hi, Josh. What's up?" I smiled at him. I liked Josh a lot, even though my brothers didn't. I thought he was a good guy.
"My truck died," he made a face. "I was gonna see if I could get somebody to look at it."
"Again?" I laughed at him. Josh's pickup truck was always dying and I spent a lot of time under the hood of that thing. "Hold on a sec."
I went to find Mr. Wetland, telling him that I was gonna go look at Josh's truck. He was cool with that. We had kids coming in all the time looking for help. Usually a jump, but sometimes more. Teachers too, since they were always leaving their headlights on, and being teachers, well, nobody told them usually. I grabbed an 8" crescent hammer and a 10" flathead on our way out since they were about the most useful tools ever invented by man. I could fix anything with those in my pocket. Almost.
"How's that water heater?" I asked Josh as we walked towards the student parking lot.
"Works great," Josh said. "Grams keeps asking when you're gonna come over for some more dinner."
"Me? Or Scott?" I laughed.
"Well," Josh grinned at me. "You know. She's old."
"Yeah, she's cool though. Gimme your keys," I told Josh, since just trying to start a motor will usually tell you where to start looking. I cranked it and there wasn't anything, not even a click, not even dummy lights.
"That's bad, right?" Josh looked like he was ready to wince.
"Nah. This is good," I smiled at Josh and popped the hood release and the older boy relaxed noticeably. He stressed way too much over that truck.
"Hey, um, I wanted to tell you…" Josh was leaning against the truck while I opened it up. "I called my cousin the other day."
"Sandy?" I looked at him. "How's she doin'?"
"She's good, real good," he nodded. "She, uh…She asked about you. Said she's comin' up at the end of the month maybe, spend a weekend again."
"Oh yeah?" I sorta stopped what I was doing and looked at him.
"Yeah, um, anyway I told her about me. I mean what you told me and everything."
I cringed a little, thinking I never should have given Josh advice like I had. I hoped she'd let him down easy.
"What did you say to her?" I asked, checking his battery connections, not cause they were bad, they weren't, but they were handy and if one was loose… I tapped the positive on his battery with my screwdriver and it was dead. But I knew that wasn't his real problem. Something else had killed his battery.
"Just like you said," Josh said slowly. "That I really, um, like her and I guess I told her I wished we weren't cousins because I'd, uh…I'd like to ask her out and stuff."
"Okay," I glanced at him.
"Yeah, anyway she told me she liked me too, but um…" Josh shrugged. "She's totally lesbian, dude."
"That's what she said?" I gave him a sympathetic look.
"Yeah, well, not like that exactly, but that's what she meant," Josh took a deep breath. "But she said she liked me," he smiled, just a little. "That's good, right?" his voice was tinged with excitement.
"Yeah, I guess," I shrugged. "She is your cousin though, Josh. She's supposed to like you."
"Oh, yeah, I know," his excitement dropped a little.
I pulled the distributor, prying it off with my screwdriver and that was his problem. It was fried, black and dusty inside, like I knew it would be. It had shorted out somewhere and I could see a lot of exposed copper where some of the rubber was eaten away, so that was why his battery was dead too, although it was seriously weird. I checked the rest of his wires and looked at the alternator, but without removing it I wasn't gonna be able to tell much. Half his plugs were definitely fried though and I just wondered how long Josh had been driving around on like three cylinders.
"Distributor?" Josh stared it. "What's that cost?"
"Don't worry about it. I can find one in the shop," I told him. "We gotta gank your battery though. Here…Good experience for ya."
"What? Oh…You want me to do it?" Josh took my crescent wrench and I nodded, watching as he started undoing the bolts for his battery connections.
"Remind yourself to bring a wire brush when we come back out here, clean those cables up," I said. "You gotta take care of your truck, dude."
"Yeah, I know…" he frowned.
"Righty tighty…" I giggled, "…Lefty loosey."
"If uh, I mean, are you gonna see her? When she comes up?" Josh asked me as he was working on getting the battery out.
"Who? Sandy?" I looked at him. "I guess, maybe. If she wants to see me again. Why?"
"Oh yeah, she does," Josh nodded. "I was wondering if I could um, I dunno…" he was looking down suddenly, his face turning red. "Never mind."
"Never mind what?" I laughed a little, leaning back against his truck. "Come on, dude, what?"
"Nothing, forget it."
"I can't forget it now," I really did laugh then and normally I woulda let it go, but he had me curious. "Tell me."
"I was wondering if you and her got together and, you know, did it…" he took a breath and looked at me. "I was wondering if I could watch."
"Huh?" I stood up, my eyes going wide as I stared at him.
"See? Never mind. It's a dumb idea," Josh was looking down again, his face all red.
"You want to watch me and Sandy having sex?" I shook my head a little and then laughed with disbelief. "Josh, even if I did, I don't think…"
"Yeah, I know. I told you, it's dumb. Sorry," he was decidedly unhappy right then and I didn't see where anything I might have said or done would have made it better.
Josh was just totally in love with his cousin. Infatuated with her, I guess, and he was willing to love her through me or something. I mean what else could it be? He knew I'd had sex with her already and I suppose he'd figured out that we'd do it again when Sandy came up from Pullman. It probably didn't seem very fair to him, being in love with her like that and then being friends with me. I figured he probably didn't like me very much, at least sometimes, and I felt bad for him.
We didn't say a whole lot going back to the shop. I carried the distributor and Josh hefted the battery. I didn't know what I was supposed to say or do. I was the one fucking the girl he loved. I think the fact that he wasn't pissed at me, at least outwardly, sort of impressed me. I'd have been pretty upset I think, if Julie had dumped me for another guy, or a guy I should say, since I was a girl sorta. But a guy too for her, I thought. But that was getting off track and anyway, you know what I mean. Josh was being mature about it, or so it seemed, and it impressed me a little and I was liking him even more than I usually did,
"Now what? You turn on the radio, Hoskins?" Mark was there and grinned when he saw us, which really pissed me off all of a sudden.
"Leave him alone, Mark," I told him, sort of getting in his face. "He ain't bothering you anyway."
"Jeeeze…Sorry," Mark said sarcastically, but he turned around and went back to the carb he was working on.
I showed Josh where the battery charger was and told him how to use it, hoping it wasn't too hard for him. He really wasn't much use with his hands, but that was hard to screw up unless he got the cables backwards and that thought bugged me so I went ahead and watched over his shoulder anyway.
"What'cha got?" David asked me. He was sweeping up cause class was almost over.
"Bad distributor, musta shorted out," I handed it to him so he could look. "Ever see that before?"
"Nope. That's weird," David shrugged. "You check the rest of the wires?"
"Yeah, everything else looked okay," I nodded. "Josh just has weird luck." I smiled, just a little cause it was true.
"I guess," David laughed. "Like it got hit by lightning or something." He gave the distributor back to me. "There's a couple old ones in the back, in one of the boxes."
"Yeah, I seen 'em," I started towards the little parts room we had.
"Hey, is he okay?" Dave nodded towards Josh who was just sort of standing in the middle of the place, hands in his pockets and looking like a lost puppy.
"I don't know," I frowned. "He's got girl trouble."
"Girl trouble?" Dave started laughing, but when he saw I was serious he stopped and decided he'd better keep sweeping.
"Hey, uh, don't you have class or something?" Josh asked me a while later.
I was just getting a used but serviceable distributor back in his truck when the high school bell was ringing, announcing last classes for the day. The bell at my school would be ringing too, only I wasn't there to hear it.
"It's okay, I'll skip out of it. Besides, we need to give that battery some more time." It really wasn't gonna take all that long to charge the battery enough to use it, and once Josh was driving it would take a charge anyway, but that was a good excuse. We ended up just sitting in the back of his pickup, since it was nice outside and we didn't have anything better to do.
"Are you mad at me, Josh?" I finally decided to ask him, cause I was worried about it. "I mean about Sandy?"
"No," Josh looked at me with real surprise on his face. "Why would I be? It isn't your fault she's queer."
"You're not jealous or anything?" I let myself relax, just a little and Josh laughed at me.
"You didn't ask if I was jealous," he grinned. "But I guess I ain't too jealous either."
"You're so cool, Josh," I smiled and really did relax then, cause I believed him. I put my arms around his shoulders, turning my body as we sat there, just because I felt like giving him a hug.
"Really?" he didn't move hardly at all, he just looked at me.
"Yeah, really cool," I giggled at him. "Anybody else I know would be totally pissed."
"Well, I don't know…" he was smiling and blushing a little and I just, I don't know, I liked it for some reason.
There's no real explaining. He was my friend, and a real one too, although that wasn't really obvious to anyone, even ourselves maybe, but I think we both knew it. And I wasn't attracted to him like the way I was to Brian, for example, but Brian was an ass. If Josh had Brian's looks, I thought, I'd probably marry him. And right then, sitting there, I don't know why I did it, but I kissed Josh.
I wasn't supposed to and if I'd thought about it I wouldn't have ever done it. It was just impulsive, like the perfect thing to do at the perfect time to do it. I kissed him on the lips, just a little one, and I think it surprised us both. I didn't get all shocked the way Josh did though. I just sat back with a smile on my face watching as his hazel eyes got big and his mouth opened, and he stared at me like I'd just grown another head or something.
"Why'd you do that?" he finally asked.
"I don't know!" I giggled and I could feel myself excited, but not like I got with Jane or Lisa, or even like I had with Steve. This was more like, I don't know, reckless excitement. Like I knew I shouldn't be doing it but I didn't care and not caring was the thing that was turning me on the most. It was like…There was no obligation, you know? I didn't owe him anything and most especially, Josh wasn't asking me for anything. I needed that.
I kissed him again without saying anything else, just because I wanted to. And he kissed me back too. He wasn't really good at kissing, but that was okay, it only made it better. I felt like a kid, I mean really. I didn't feel any pressure, you know? I didn't have to think or worry, or tell Josh I loved him 50 times, because I didn't. I liked him a lot and I wanted to kiss him, that's all. It was fun, not serious, not romantic. Just crazy fun like running through sprinklers in the front yard, except better because my tummy was doing the cartwheels.
Josh was feeling my breasts and I didn't stop him, even though my nipples were really tender. The piercings were still a ways from healing and he was squeezing me hard, but even that felt sorta okay. I was feeling his penis, just a big lump in his pants really, not very distinct, and we were kissing a lot. Well, I was giggling a lot and Josh was smiling because he didn't know why I was laughing, but in between we were kissing.
"Have you ever had a blowjob?" I finally asked him, catching my breath and using both hands to open his pants slowly.
"N-No…" Josh licked his lips and then looked around the parking lot, but it was deserted. Everyone was in class.
"You want one?" I wiggled my eyebrows at him playfully.
"Uhhh…Yeah…" he swallowed hard. "Wha…What if someone sees us though?"
"Shhh…Keep a lookout!" I giggled again and lowered my mouth to his cock, which was big and heavy and hot, throbbing in my hands.
Josh wasn't a bad looking guy, not at all. He had soft hazel eyes, and brown hair with a little red in it, like chestnut I guess. A smooth, fair face and a nice smile. It was just his personality, his confidence or something, that made him seem less than handsome, and that was too bad. But it made him vulnerable too and right then I think I was finding it attractive for some reason I didn't understand. Maybe I was tired of confident, beautiful people, you know? That sounds dumb, but it isn't, because they all wanted something more from me it seemed.
Anyway, Josh had a nice dick too. Not really long, and not too fat, but nice and super hard. Some guys get hard and it's not really all that hard. Like maybe they jerk off too much or something, I dunno. Low blood pressure maybe. But Josh was like steel, stainless steel, except it was dark and ruddy. He was uncircumcised too, which I liked a lot. I loved the way I could pull the foreskin back and see the lightly colored head of his penis, shiny and wet with precum.
I took him in my mouth, tasting a flavor that was all Josh, all natural, and I liked that as well. Sort of musky, a little sour maybe, but only because it was afternoon and he'd been running around all day, not lounging in a bathtub or something. I enjoyed that, the way a guy smelled and tasted even if he hadn't had a shower since that morning, or maybe even the night before. I don't know.
I sucked Josh slowly, washing his cock with my tongue as I took him gradually deeper, able to get half of him in my small mouth before I'd back off again. I had my lips tight around the shaft, and my fingers squeezed and pulled at that part of his cock I didn't get in my mouth. I moved up and down, finally feeling Josh's hands in my short hair as he pushed me down a little harder, a little faster. I didn't mind, he was getting close, I knew. It was his first blowjob ever and it was a good one, I thought, really good. He wasn't gonna last very long.
My own sex was humming nice and I squeezed my thighs together, sort of rubbing them a little like I could almost get some friction on my clit, but even though I didn't it was still okay. My tummy was rockin' and rollin' and my breasts ached, like they were growing. My nipples throbbed painfully, being so tender and sensitive, and I imagined I could feel those rings stretching my flesh a little.
"Oh God…Annie…God…" Josh was breathing hard, staring down at me as I took my mouth away briefly, running my lips up and down the shaft as I looked up at him. His cock was sliding across my face and I was smiling, just a little as it jerked, just once, and a big drop of clear precum appeared, running down the shaft until I licked it up.
"Are you gonna cum, Josh?" I asked softly and he nodded. "Mmmm…What did you do with Jane's panties?" I teased him, licking around the swollen head slowly.
"W-What?" he looked at me.
"Jane's panties? The ones she gave you?" I giggled and kissed the base of his cock and then his balls, licking them as I squeezed his cock in my hand.
"I, uh…Oh shit…I took them home…" he was giving little gasps of pleasure as I took his balls in my mouth one at a time, working them gently with my tongue before spitting them out all wet with saliva.
"And then what?" I grinned, sucking the head with my pursed lips like I was giving him a hickey.
"And I…I…Jerked off…" he admitted and his cock throbbed again in my hand, he was so close I couldn't even squeeze him or he'd cum I thought.
"You jerked off in her panties?" I sighed. "That's so sweet Josh."
"It…It is?" he smiled weakly, but most of him was trying to keep from cumming. His body was tight and tense and his eyes were fixed on my hands.
"Oh yeah…Really sweet…" I giggled, wondering why I was being so crazy all of a sudden. "You should give them back to her, Josh…She might even give you a reward, if you did…"
"G-Give them back?" he stared at me. "To…Jane?"
"Uh-huh," I took his cock in my mouth, figuring he might have calmed down a little, and gave him a quick three strokes with my lips before pulling his cock away with a soft wet plop. "She'll give you a blowjob if you give them back all wet and sticky…" I told him, staring into his hazel eyes. "She might even fuck you, Josh. Wouldn't you like to fuck Jane Hudson?"
I left him with that thought as I went back to his penis, taking his cock deep into the warm wet confines of my mouth, and then letting him slide back out, over and over in time with my hands until Josh was moaning, warning me he was going to cum.
"Oh man…Annie…I'm cumming…I'm cumming now…" he could barely speak and his voice cracked as his cock jerked in my mouth, giving me a surprisingly full mouth with his first hard spurt. I swallowed quickly, but he was cumming a lot and I couldn't keep up. I felt his sperm running from the corners of my mouth, down the shaft and across my fingers. I stroked it into his skin, massaging his hard cock with my hands as if I were milking the boy for every last drop of semen he had.
It seemed like I'd swallowed a gallon of Josh's sperm by the time he was finished. He came more than anyone I'd ever met and I'd managed to swallow a lot of it. But a lot had escaped too and I spent several minutes licking his cock and balls and my hand, sucking his sperm from my fingers while he watched and tried to catch his breath.
"Did you really mean it?" Josh finally asked me, grinning from ear to ear. "About Jane?"
"Yeah," I laughed at him. "I wouldn't have said it if I didn't mean it."
"I…" he shook his head. "I never did it, I mean…"
"What? A blowjob?" I grinned. "Did you like it?" I was still holding his cock and he was still hard as a rock.
"Yeah, no, I mean that too…" he laughed and blushed a little. "I mean I liked it, yeah, but I've never had sex before."
"You're a virgin?" I smiled, but I wasn't teasing him at all. "That's okay, Josh. I am too!"
"You are?" he looked like he didn't believe me.
"Yeah, I swear," I giggled.
"Oh, um…Okay," Josh laughed too, like what was he gonna say?
"Just don't give Jane her panties back until I tell you, okay?" I grinned at him. "I wanna be there to see it."
"Oh, yeah, sure," he agreed, but he looked happily confused.
Like I said, I had no idea why I did what I did with Josh. Maybe I just felt really sorry for him? Like I was giving him sympathy sex or something? Or maybe it was just the way I knew he was sad and frustrated about Sandy, and yet refused to be mad at me. That had really meant something to me inside and I think that's closer to the reason. Whatever it was though, I knew I was going to be regretting it later. I'd just broken like every rule I had about having sex with my friends. I knew that was gonna be bad.
We got Josh's battery back into his truck, some new plugs too, talking and laughing like normal and if I was worried about Josh thinking he was all of a sudden my new boyfriend, he didn't act like it. That made me happy mostly, but I think it surprised and even disappointed me a little too. But that was just me being a kid. Like a little voice telling me that Josh should be thinking like that, because he owed me. But Josh didn't owe me anything. I'd been the one wanting sex, not him. I'd done it to him, he hadn't done anything to me. Sometimes I'm just selfish though.
"Hey, um, can you take my bike home for me?" I asked Josh as I was getting ready to go back to school for football practice. It was almost 3 and the bell was gonna ring soon.
"To your place? Yeah, sure," Josh nodded. "If you want, just put it in the back now and I'll give you a lift. How are you gonna get home though?"
"A friend of mine is picking me up," I smiled. "At least he said he would, if he doesn't it's gonna be a long walk."
"If he doesn't just give me a call. I owe you big time," Josh grinned as I started protesting that he didn't owe me a thing cause I'd wanted to do it too. "I mean for fixing my truck. Again."
"Oh," I blushed and laughed at myself. "Yeah, well…Uh, we'll see."
"Don't worry, Ann. I know we were just havin' fun," Josh shrugged and we were halfway to my school. "I won't tell anybody or anything."
"Thanks Josh," I smiled gratefully and leaned over to kiss his cheek. "Hey, I almost forgot…You're going salvaging this Saturday with us, right?"
"The junkyard thing?" Josh shrugged. "Sure, yeah."
"Cool," I smiled at him. "Just come to my place Saturday morning, before seven, okay? Daddy likes to start early."
"Okay, yeah," Josh grinned. "I'll see you then."
"Kay," I smiled and gave him one more kiss on the cheek, just because I wouldn't be there. But if I told him that he'd chicken out and he really needed the parts.
"Bye Ann," Josh smiled at me.
I did feel relieved as I got out of Josh's truck and I'd been surprised by Josh again, just because I kept underestimating my friend. The same way everyone else did, I suppose, and right then I was really wishing I could figure out a way to get him together with Sandy. But that seemed hopeless and I felt bad about it.
Lisa wasn't in the locker room when I got there, like three minutes after classes had let out. I wasn't sure if she was going to be at practice or not, but I figured she would be since she'd said she was coming to work this afternoon anyway. Or maybe she was just gonna stop by long enough to give Principal Snyder a little thrill and tell him she was taking some more days off. It didn't really matter though. I knew I was gonna be a seeing a lot of her anyway, probably for the rest of my life, and that thought made me giggle cause it was so weird.
I'd just gotten my boots and socks off, and had my jeans halfway down my thighs when there came three soft knocks on the door. I grinned and shucked my boxers too, so I was just standing there in my number 24 Jeff Gordon T-shirt when I opened the door, standing to the side behind it and smiling at Little Steve.
"Hi," he said, but he looked a little shy standing outside the girls locker room like that.
"Hey, come on in," I giggled and when he hesitated I grabbed him, pulling him inside by the sleeve of his jacket.
Steve blushed a little and then he really got red when he saw me naked from the waist down. Steve pushed his glasses up his nose and tried not to look at my little 14 year old pussy, but that was about impossible for him, like it was for most boys. Usually I didn't like anybody really noticing my sex like that, but I was in some strange kind of mood anyway and besides, Little Steve wanted to be my boyfriend, right? I hadn't made up my mind about that, but I'd decided I liked teasing him anyway.
"I called my dad, so I can come over and…" I'd been walking back to my locker and I turned my head, looking at him. He was just staring at my butt. "Steve?" I asked, but he didn't say anything. "Hey," I turned around, putting my hands on my boyish hips, "you wanna wrestle?"
"Huh? What? Oh…Sorry," he looked up at me finally and swallowed hard.
"I said I can come over tonight. You're dad's gonna give us a ride, right?" I watched him nod slowly. "Good."
"I better, um…I should go…" Steve glanced at the door. "Before somebody, um…"
But it was too late and even as Steve was saying that, Lisa was walking in, wearing her starched white Nurse's uniform, the top button undone so just a hint of her firm full breasts could be seen. She was all white, in her heels, stockings and dress, all except for the thin black collar around her neck. I really couldn't believe she'd worn it to school and I wondered what the principal had said about it.
The door closed with a heavy thud that echoed through the locker room like thunder and Steve actually jumped, just a little. Maybe I did too, actually, just because I was so surprised.
"Oh, we have a visitor?" Lisa had stopped a few feet into the locker room, standing straight and tall, with her arms crossed and not smiling very much at all. With her blonde hair pulled back from her beautiful face and pinned up tightly, Nurse Haven looked very serious, but I guess she was supposed to, since she was one of the teachers, sorta. Or at least an employee of the school, which was really the same thing for poor Steve.
"I…I'm sorry, I was uh, I mean…We were just talking and…" Little Steve looked like he wanted to run and he even started moving, just a little.
"What's your name?" Nurse Haven asked him and Steve stopped moving like he was frozen or something.
"S-Steve, uh…Steve Sawyer," he swallowed so hard I could hear it and I smiled a little behind his back.
"Well, Mr. Sawyer, you're in big trouble. Don't you know this is the GIRLS locker room?" Nurse Haven stressed the word, just in case Little Steve might have missed it somehow.
"Y-Yes ma'am," Steve looked down at his feet.
"I'm going to have to report this, Mr. Sawyer. Do your parents know that you spend your time in the girls locker room? Do they know you're a little pervert? Hmmm?" Miss Haven was really scaring him now and I almost felt bad for the boy, but I knew she was kidding. Or at least I hoped she was.
"N-No…" Steve sounded miserable, like he was almost going to cry.
I was just about ready to tell Lisa that it was all my fault, that I'd sort of made Steve come inside, but she was already talking again.
"Or maybe we could find some other way to fix this," Nurse Haven seemed to think about that. "I suppose a good spanking might teach you a lesson. What do you think, Mr. Sawyer?"
"A…A spanking?" he glanced at the woman and his body actually shook as a shiver of fear ran through him. Or it could have been excitement too. "I, uh…" he didn't have a clue what he was supposed to say, and if I knew Steve he'd probably love a spanking, actually. But maybe not right then, because his young life was flashing in front of his eyes.
"A good spanking," Nurse Haven smiled, just a little, and nodded her head. "But not from me. I believe Miss Russet is the injured party here. Would you care to spank this bad boy, Miss Russet?"
Lisa looked at me and Steve just looked down, red faced as ever. I could see the woman's eyes shining and not cold at all, in stark contrast with the rest of her. She was playing with him, but only she and I knew that. Poor Steve might figure it out eventually, but I don't think Lisa wanted him too, at least not until later.
"Yeah," I nodded, giggling just a little. "I'll spank him good."
"Well, there we are, Mr. Sawyer. Now, get over there and put your hands on the bench, that's it…Go on…" we watched as Little Steve reluctantly did as he was told, not looking at either of us as he bent over, keeping his legs straight, and putting his palms on the wooden bench in front of the lockers.
"No…No…Not like that!" Nurse Haven chided him. "You're being punished now, pull your pants down! Underwear too. This is going to be a proper spanking!" Steve gasped and stood up, looking over his shoulder at Nurse Haven like he couldn't believe what she'd just said. "Do it! Or I'll call Principal Snyder and your parents and tell them what their bad little boy has been up to!"
Steve glanced at me and I was actually pretty naked right then, having taken off my Jeff Gordon t-shirt a few minutes before. I'd gotten pretty warm watching Lisa take charge of Steve like that, mostly because I didn't think she could even imagine being so dominant, let alone actually doing it. It was shocking really, and more than a little exciting. My sex was getting moist and my tender nipples itched like crazy.
I stared at Steve as he undid his corduroys, pushing them down his thin, white 13 year old thighs, and then his underwear, a pair of plain old briefs. I blinked with surprise as I saw his penis suddenly pop up like a little jack-in-the-box, about 4" long and all white and pinkish and stiff with excitement. He had a serious erection and I laughed in astonishment.
"What's so funny, Miss Russet?" Lisa asked me, sounding a little annoyed, but that was just because she was staying in character, I thought.
"His dick is hard!" I even pointed at it and poor Little Steve groaned like he was dying and just stared down at the floor, burning with humiliation. "He's got a boner!"
"Does he?" Nurse Haven clucked her tongue. "I'm sure the school board would find that very interesting. Do you want me to tell them, Mr. Sawyer? Or are you going to put your hands on the bench like I told you to?"
Steve wasn't saying a word; he just bent over at the waist and waited, suffering silently as I moved to spank his bare butt. It was seriously getting me high, as if I was on some weird drug or a little drunk maybe. My blood was rushing through my veins and it was hard to breathe, like I kept forgetting how to do it or something.
"Ten good ones, Miss Russet. Make them hurt too. I want this bad little boy to learn his lesson well," Lisa was smiling at me then, now that Steve couldn't see her, and she was even touching herself, just a little, her hands pressing her white skirt to form a soft V between the tops of her thighs.
I spanked Steve slowly, but very hard, trying to think of how Coach had spanked me before. I'd liked it a lot, and the harder Coach had done it, the more I'd liked it. I hoped Steve would feel the same way. His ass was hot already, I could tell as soon as my hand smacked his soft round butt for the first time. Steve's whole body was burning up and he was shaking, just a little. I left a bright red palm print on his pale skin and it actually stung my hand a little, but I didn't mind it so much. I felt like I was gonna cum just from spanking the boy.
"You'd better count, Mr. Sawyer. I don't think Miss Russet will and I certainly won't," Lisa chuckled and it sounded sort of cruel. "Otherwise you might be here all night, so…Out loud if you please."
"One!" Steve said, loud enough so we could hear him easily, and there was a little sniffle at the end of it.
I spanked him again, in the exact same spot, making his small body jerk slightly. "Two!" and again and again. By the time I'd spanked him five times he was trembling like a leaf and crying just a little, but not from the pain, just from being embarrassed really.
"Is he still hard, Miss Russet?" Nurse Haven asked me, giving Little Steve a break as I looked, bending next to him and lifting his shirt and jacket out of the way.
"Yep!" I giggled and he was too. Steve's cock was hard as stone, pointing straight out along his tummy and literally dripping precum onto the floor. I didn't feel bad then, he was liking this as much as I was, and that sent another little wave of heat through my body.
"Well, keep going then. Where were we? Three?" Nurse Haven teased him.
"Five," Steve said weakly.
"Oh, that many already? Are you sure?" Lisa sounded doubtful and I laughed. "Well, maybe you're right then. Keep going, Miss Russet."
I slapped Steve's butt hard, so that the sound seemed to bounce around the locker room and his ass jiggled, just a little, but he had sort of a skinny butt anyway. "Six!" Steve said and I gave him another and then another until there was just one more left to give. His ass was really red and my hand was a little sore, but I barely noticed it.
"Last one Mr. Sawyer," Nurse Haven said to him. "Have you learned your lesson yet?"
"Y-Yes ma'am," Steve nodded his head and he was crying, but his penis was so hard I thought it must have been hurting him a lot more than any spanking ever could.
"Good," Nurse Haven nodded to me and I gave his butt one last spanking, extra hard on his beet red ass, making him jump slightly up on his tiptoes.
I stepped back, shaking the sting out of my hand and panting with excitement, watching as Steve stood up slowly. His eyes were closed and he was breathing hard as tears ran down his red cheeks. He started pulling up his underwear blindly, but Lisa stopped him.
"What do you think you're doing?" Miss Haven demanded and Steve did open his eyes then, turning to look at her in confusion. "We're not finished yet."
"B-But you said…" he started to protest.
"You didn't say 'ten', Mr. Sawyer," Nurse Haven shook her head. "Now we have to start all over!"
"Wha…What?" Steve gasped.
"I'll go explain to Coach why you're late, Miss Russet," she smiled at me. "Can you handle this bad boy?"
"Yeah, Lisa," I laughed. "I can handle him."
"You do whatever Miss Russet tells you, do you understand me? And if I ever, EVER see you in this room again…" Nurse Haven left her thoughts unfinished, but I bet Steve was pretty sure they weren't good and he was nodding as Lisa walked out of the locker room.
"Y-You aren't gonna spank me anymore…Are you?" Steve was looking at me with wet injured eyes.
"Didn't you like it?" I asked, moving close and taking his cock in my hand.
"Y-Yeah…" he closed his eyes as he felt my soft fingers wrapping themselves around his penis. "She…She scared me though…And y-you were doing it…Hard…" he sucked a sharp breath.
"I know," I said softly. "I'll make it up to you." I slipped down in front of him, feeling my whole body quiver with pleasure as I took his cockhead into my mouth.
"Ohhh…" Steve sighed and thrust his hips a little, putting his hands in my short blonde hair and arching his back.
I reached down to rub my clit, unable to stop myself. I'd gotten horny with Josh, but that hadn't been so bad. Spanking Steve, seeing him humiliated by Lisa and knowing that he was enjoying it, that was too much though. I was gonna cum hard in like three seconds, and as soon as I slid my tight soft lips down the length of Steve's cock I knew he was right there with me.
He came within a minute, maybe just 30 seconds even, and as soon as I felt his cock spasm over my tongue, his hot gooey sperm filling my mouth, I was cumming too. I could barely focus enough to swallow, but I did, mostly out of reflex probably, moving my mouth as Steve's hips thrust in time with his spewing penis.
I just kept my fingers on my clit, rubbing it with small tight circles as my body shivered uncontrollably. I had his cock completely in my mouth, taking the boy easily so that I could feel his soft pubic hair, thin and sparse against my face. I wrapped my left arm around Steve's waist holding him to me, clutching at him as I lost myself in my climax. It was good like that, almost magical, having him cum in my mouth at the same time I was cumming, and I kept him close while I came down slowly from that pleasant high.
"Oh, jeeze…Jesus…Ann …" Steve was catching his breath, stroking my hair and he looked down at me with red-rimmed, but happily shining eyes. "Thank you…That was…Wow…"
"Yeah," I giggled, licking my lips. "Me too." I just sat back, breathing hard and I could feel some sperm on my lips and around my mouth. I wiped at it with my fingers, licking them clean while Steve watched. "You taste good."
"Oh…" he giggled and then started pulling up his pants. "I better…Uh, she might come back and…"
"Yeah," I nodded, smiling and not wanting to tell him that Nurse Haven had been having a lot of fun herself, and she wasn't going to disturb us again. I thought Steve liked getting caught, the same way Lisa liked the possibility of being found out with me. I didn't really understand it, the same way I didn't understand why Jane got off on being humiliated in public, but I could appreciate the benefits, that was for sure.
Little Steve fixed his pants quickly and even gave me a kiss on the lips, just a little one. It was sort of awkward, like maybe he wasn't entirely sure he should, but I let him do it and I loved it, of course. He left the locker room, sneaking out like a little thief, and that made me laugh and I really didn't feel like playing football at all. Not right then anyway. I just sat there naked and looking down at my pussy, which was wet and glistening and still hot as ever.
My clit was hard and pink, like a little round bit of pencil eraser no bigger than a fingernail. But it felt big, throbbing and humming like crazy, and I wanted to touch it some more. I wished Lisa would come back, or that Jane or Julie were there, since I loved them all. I wanted to feel them, any of them, or all of them, touching me. I wanted to let them kiss me, down there in that place I disliked so much. I wasn't thinking about having a cock. I wasn't thinking about having queer boy sex, I was thinking about being a girl. About having my pussy kissed and licked and nibbled.
I'd always fought those feelings before. Ignored them or punished myself for having them. But maybe I was just too tired to do that anymore. I'd touched myself, the way I sometimes did, and it had been nice. It had been necessary even. I wanted to do it and had to, just because it was me. I couldn't deny that, could I? It was my body, as much as I wished it weren't and maybe I was finally accepting that.
I touched my clit and it gave me a little jolt of pleasure. I flicked it a little and rubbed it, and then I even pinched it, gasping at the sensation which was almost painful, but good at the same time. I still wished I had a cock, and I told myself it was okay to wish and even pretend, but sometimes it was okay just to be what I was too. I laid myself down on the cool matted floor, not caring if it was dirty or not, not caring about anything as I rubbed my cunt. Really rubbed it for the first time in my young life, or so it seemed.
My fingers went inside and I was doing more than just exploring, like I'd done occasionally. I was masturbating, touching my pussy all over, inside and out, looking for the good places, the best places that would take me higher and higher. I was finding them too, like I was learning how to make myself feel real good, the way every young girl does I suppose. I should have been doing it in my bed, probably, or in my bathtub maybe, and I laughed at myself for doing it in the middle of the girls locker room. The door wasn't even locked, I didn't think, and anyone could come in, but I didn't care.
I found my hymen, my little cherry blocking the way to my womb, and it wasn't very deep at all. It was right there and I could have broken it myself, but I didn't. What a stupid thing and I wondered why girls had cherries anyway. I should have let Levi break it, I thought. At least I could say a real football player had done it. A real fag too, oddly enough. What did it really matter if I had that extra bit of flesh or not?
But since Levi hadn't broken it and I was still a virgin…Who did I really want to give it to? Maybe it was important, not to me, but as a gift to someone else. Then it would mean something, right? My virginity would actually have some value and it might be almost worth being a girl for that painful moment or however long it took. If the other person appreciated it. If he loved me. Did it have to be a he? I licked my lips and rubbed my sex and tried to think of how and when and most especially who I wanted to be my first. Who I could trust enough to be a complete girl with.
I hadn't made up my mind when I started cumming, but I had an idea or two.
And yeah…I was in a weird mood, and had been all day long, ever since breakfast that morning. Something that should have been completely normal, but had actually been really, really weird. Just like me.