Sex Brat (A Girl and Her Robot)
Chapter Two
I had to jill off in the shower the next morning, although I usually don't. It probably makes me sound like a total sex fiend or something, but I couldn't help it. That night I'd fallen asleep all hot and juicy, but unable to cum to matter what I did, and then all my dreams were about Theresa's stupid robot jerking off. I didn't remember all the details or anything, but they must have been pretty good dreams. Like three or four different ones all mixed up together, and so I'd woken up all hot and juicy and desperate to cum.
It didn't seem very fair and hoped I hadn't cum in my sleep, but maybe I did and that sort of bummed me out. I wanted to feel my first orgasm, you know? Or maybe I didn't cum. It would probably wake a girl up if she had an orgasm, I bet. If cumming felt as good as Theresa claimed, I mean. Boys cum in their sleep sometimes though, I'd heard of that before. Janey Thompson told everybody about her brother and how he was always shooting off in his sleep, but they're twins and they sleep together in the same bed, so who knows? Theresa thinks he's probably just jerking off on Janey while she's sleeping and just pretends it's an accident. Janey is pretty cute, just like her brother, Eric. I like him a lot.
My mind went from Theresa and her robot, and how big and hard Berto Boy!'s cock had looked, to my body and how good it felt under the hot water, rubbing soapy hands all over my plump little pussy. How good it felt rubbing my boobs too, my nipples especially because they hurt! I swear, when they stay hard too long, and all night is definitely too long, my nipples get painful. The only way to make them better is to hurt them back, sorta, like pinch them hard. So I started doing that with one hand and washing my butt with the other.
Theresa had told me about wanting to get her butt licked and I'd dreamed about that too, except in my dream it had been her licking my butt and not her robot at all. I didn't think I was a lesbian or anything, but for some reason, the idea of my best friend licking my butthole seemed really cool to me! Weird, yeah, and I started pushing my soapy middle finger inside my fourteen-year-old butt. That felt pretty good too, especially when I'd twist it around, maybe curl my finger and then sorta pump it in and out of tight little butt slowly.
I arched my back, thinking 'Oh yeah, Treece! Fuck my butt with your tongue!'
And my orgasm was so close, I thought I was almost gonna get there. I mean, my baby clit seemed ready to pop any second. My nipples were flashing hot and cold and my other hand moved all over them as I'd grab one and then the other. I wished I had three hands right then because my horny butt was busy sucking on my finger, I swear, and that felt great! I was hitting all the buttons and maybe, just maybe the whirling in my tummy was going to explode all out of my pussy with a huge orgasm. But then I realized I wasn't alone and that totally ruined it.
"Oh! Sorry!" my dad said, kind of clearing his throat and smiling apologetically. He stood on the other side of the glass shower door, the clear one that didn't hide anything at all, wearing nothing but his boxers and watching me.
"Wha…What?" I could barely breathe and I blinked my eyes at him, frozen like an obscene statue in the rain.
"I didn't know you were in here," he said, sounding strangely normal given the situation.
"Oh God!" I pulled my finger out of my butt with a soft, wet plop and let go of my left breast. I'd been squeezing my flushed body hard enough to leave a pale handprint behind, but I barely noticed.
"I thought you were your mom at first," Daddy told me and he wasn't leaving! What was wrong with him?
"Go away!" I yelled, or screeched more like. I turned around to hide my boobs and especially my pussy, mostly just showing him my ass. "Mom!"
"Yeah…Oh!" He more or less came to his senses then, thank God.
I looked over my shoulder and I could see my dad's cock had gotten hard. It poked right out of his boxers, you know, the fly part that should have been buttoned closed, but wasn't. It seemed to be a bit darker than the rest of him and swollen long and fat. I tried not to want to see it, believe me, but I couldn't help it and Daddy didn't cover himself up or anything! He just turned around and walked out of the bathroom slowly with his erection bobbing up and down.
"What is it, Kimberly?" I heard Mom calling from my parent's bedroom.
"Daddy saw me naked!"
"What?"
"Never mind!" I frowned thinking I'd sounded kind of little girlish, but he'd freaked me out too! At least he was gone.
My mood should have been pretty much ruined then, as you can imagine. My dad thought I was my mom? What? Before he'd come into the bathroom or after he'd watched me for five minutes, because he could have. Daddy could have been standing there for ten minutes, probably, jerking off while he watched me jilling off. Both of us in the bathroom, separated by a thin sheet of glass and playing with ourselves? Father and daughter and…Wow! That was so weird and I tried not to think about how big his penis had looked and how it had been pointed right at me, but it was the first real in-person live erection I'd ever seen in my life.
So…it was kinda cool too, but in a weird way.
I felt my pussy still burning with excitement, maybe even more than before? I couldn't be sure, but I'd had enough fun for one morning and the water had turned cold anyway. I'd done my job and used up all the hot water. Now I had to get dressed in clothes that Mom would make me change; just so I could wear the clothes I really wanted to wear in the first place. Then I'd go back downstairs and complain about breakfast and do my homework at the absolute last possible second. My parents would either ignore me or try and teach me the wisdom of being a good girl and doing my homework before bed, and I'd definitely ignore them because I was only mostly a good girl and we all knew it.
And that was pretty much my morning routine. It sucks, huh? Welcome to my life.
"Kimberly, you are not wearing that outfit to school," Mom said after one quick look up and down.
"Where did that come from?" Dad wondered. He looked me all over too, but slowly.
"Whatever," I sighed, kinda stomping back upstairs to my room.
I took off my pink denim jacket and the too tight red tube top I'd worn beneath it, and then the red mini-skirt that hadn't always been a mini-skirt. It had been a real skirt back a long time ago, but I'd grown a lot taller since then, but not much more in the hips. It seriously hugged my butt though and I hadn't bothered with panties or it would have been ruined. I kicked off my high heels, the black ones, and they were only two inch heels and the only pair I owned, but I never got to wear them.
That outfit would have gotten me pregnant probably and I'd have died if I actually had to leave the house like that, but I could always depend on Mom.
I put on the clothes I really wanted to wear. Panties first of all, because what if I ended up in the hospital? Everybody would say, "Where's her panties?" and I'd be totally embarrassed when I came out of my coma! A pair of baggy pink painter pants, so loose they were gonna fall down any second, but that was sort of the point. Guys were supposed to see my baby blue underwear, but Mom wouldn't understand that, so I put on a belt and cinched it tight. I could always take it off later and throw it in my book bag. A nice ribbed halter top, the same color as my underwear, and it was brand new and fit me good. It really made my tits stand out and the straps were just strings, so everybody would know I wasn't wearing a bra.
Wearing a bra was so bad! None of the cool girls wore one and so none of the other girls did either, except the really geeky girls, you know. They weren't ever gonna be cool. Some blue sneakers on my feet, the ones with the yellow laces, and I looked hot!
"That looks…better," Mom decided, but only reluctantly. If I'd come down wearing these clothes first? She'd have had me change into something else.
"Ah!" Dad smiled. "That's nice, Kimberly."
"What are you doing?" Mom asked with a frowned, pouring me some juice.
"Homework." I shrugged, opening my math book and seriously wishing I had a robot! Algebra's so hard even a calculator doesn't help!
"What were you doing last night?" Daddy wondered, obviously suggesting that whatever it had been, it should have been something else.
"Sulking," Mom answered when I didn't and life was pretty normal.
"Have you thought about that party?" Dad ventured.
"The auction thing?" I looked up and he nodded. "Yeah, I thought about it."
"Move that over," Mom said, standing there with a bowl of oatmeal for me, or something. Maybe gruel. "You need to eat breakfast."
"And?" Dad turned another page in his newspaper impatiently.
"If I go, it'll help you get a new job, right?" I asked him.
"Maybe," he said. "There's more to it than that, but…"
"But it'll help, dear," Mom told me. "Family is important to your father's company, you know that."
God! Did I know that! I went to all the stupid Christmas parties, all the dumb Fourth of July picnics. I'd gone to work with him for Father-Daughter day every year since I could remember. I sold Girl Camp Cookies to all the people in Dad's office…every single year. It seemed like my life revolved around that stupid job of his!
"Well, um, I was thinking if Daddy got a big raise," I smiled prettily and twisted some long blonde hair in my fingers, "then maybe he could buy me a robot."
"A robot?" My mom frowned.
"A robot?" My dad narrowed his eyes.
"A robot," I agreed happily. "Like the one I really, really, really wanted for my birthday. Remember? I told you like ten times and you forgot."
"A fourteen year old girl doesn't need a robot," Mom decided.
"You did?" Daddy frowned, probably remembering the stupid doll he'd gotten me and how excited he'd been to see me unwrap it.
"All my friends have one!" I gave my mom a serious pout. "Theresa loves hers! He's like her best friend now!"
"And I suppose if all your friends jumped off a bridge…" she started saying and I rolled my eyes.
"Mom!" I stared at her, not believing she'd pull that old argument out of her hat.
"Well, I think maybe…" Daddy said slowly and that jerked my baby blue eyes around hard!
"Greg!" Mom blinked at him with some surprise as well.
"I don't see what's wrong with getting Kimberly a robot," Daddy said and he was my instant hero!
"Really?" I squealed! "Oh! Thank you, Daddy!
"Uh…Oh! Yeah…Um…" He didn't know what to do as I was suddenly trying to crawl onto his lap, nearly spilling everything on Mom's breakfast table.
"You're the best Daddy in the world! I love you so much!" I told him, wrapping my arms around his neck and kissing his freshly shaved cheeks.
"Kimberly!" Mom said loudly, but I ignored her totally.
"I can't wait to tell all my friends!" I turned myself around, squeezing my thin body between the table and Daddy's suit, thrusting my tits against his chest and squirming my butt eagerly on his lap.
I wasn't really trying to, you know, like dry fuck my dad! That would be sort of sick or something. But that's pretty much what I was doing in my excitement, like maybe it's just instinctive, you know? When a girl with super raging hormones gets what she most wants in the whole world, well, it made me quiver and tingle and throb all over! I had to rub myself against something! That much happiness is hard to control and it made my nipples pop as I hugged Daddy about as tightly as I could.
He didn't seem to mind anyway. He hugged me right back, smiling like he'd just won the World Series and the Kentucky Derby, all by himself. I could feel something hard and lumpy rubbing the crotch of my painter pants, because my legs were spread wide around my Dad's waist and my pussy burned like you wouldn't believe! I had to rub against something there too and I did, rocking my hips and rolling my butt around with a happy sigh as I felt something touching me almost in the right place, but not quite. Still, for just a second there, I almost thought I was cumming!
"Kimberly! Get off your father!" Mom told me.
"I love you too, baby," Daddy grunted, rubbing my back and sorta wriggling himself, and he even kissed me! Just a little one, but right on the lips and then he had to push me away because Mom looked about ready to divorce us.
"Oh! That's so cool! I'm gonna pick one out! Oh God! Daddy! You're the best! I'll be the best date anybody ever bought! I swear!"
I was talking a mile a minute, not even taking a breath as I gathered my books and stuffed them in my bag. If I stopped talking, Mom would start and if anything could change my dads mind, it was my mom. She'd had like fifteen years to perfect the technique, you know? So I kept going on about how he was the best dad ever and I was so amazingly lucky and I'd make him so proud of me every chance I got and…
You get the idea.
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"It worked!" I told Theresa the very second I saw her at school.
"What?" She grinned at me as we stood outside our homeroom class.
"My dad's gonna get me a robot!" I jumped up and down, sorta pumping my fist and people were staring at me, but I didn't care.
"Cool," she said with a nod, as if she'd been expecting it. "Did you deal with him?"
"Yeah! I asked him, you know, if he got the promotion cause I helped if he'd buy me a robot," I explained breathlessly. "And he totally said yeah!"
"You gotta get a good one," Theresa told me. "Don't let him pick it out!"
"Oh, I know…Hey, Eric." I stopped bouncing suddenly, and stood up straighter, pushing my little boobs out and acting like there was nothing special going on at all.
"Hey, Kimmy." He smiled back at me, slipping between Theresa and me to enter the classroom.
I just watched him for a second, like sighing softly and feeling my tummy getting stroked on the inside by a really soft feather. Eric looked just like Janey, except he was a boy, of course. But they both had blonde hair, like platinum blonde, almost white, and bright blue eyes and cute faces. Eric stood an inch taller and seemed a little thicker than his sister since he had some muscles and everything. Janey was kind of willowy, like she was made out of moonlight and the girl would blow away if she wasn't careful.
"Hi, Janey." I smiled at her and she smiled back. We got along okay, except we weren't like totally friends or anything.
"Hi, Kim. Cool top," she said. I felt my face turn pink as I glanced down and realized my nipples were stiff beneath my baby blue halter. Everybody could see them.
"Thanks," I said, ignoring my nipples and forgetting my embarrassment as I watched her walk past. Janey had a pretty nice butt, I thought, and I'd probably lick it if she asked me to.
"You're so queer!" Theresa giggled a second later, after Janey was inside the classroom. She knew I had a thing for the twins, like both of them. Together.
"I can't help it," I sighed and then I got all excited again. "Anyways! You gotta help me pick out a cool robot, okay? Cause like my dad will totally screw it up!"
"Duh!" She giggled and then the bell started ringing so we had to go find our seats.
"Did you ask your mom if you can sleep over Friday?" Theresa asked me as we walked from homeroom towards the girl's bathroom.
"I forgot," I said with a frown. "Hey, let me copy your math real quick."
"When's the party thing you gotta go to?" she wondered, checking her face out in the mirror while I copied her algebra on the sinks.
"I dunno," I said. "Is this a seven or a one? I thought you said your robot did your homework?"
"Um…Seven, I think." She looked over my shoulder. "He did do it."
"This is your handwriting though," I said, copying quickly and Theresa had the worst chicken scratch writing you ever saw. It was unmistakably hers.
"Well, duh! He copies my handwriting, like it's a writing recognition thing, or whatever." Theresa shrugged. "I'd get busted otherwise."
"How'd you do that?" I wondered.
"Just write like fifty words and he copies them and then presto! He writes just like me," she explained. "Robots are way, way cool!"
"God! I can't wait!" I sighed and then I had to write as fast as I could because the second bell was ringing.
"I saw my dad's dick this morning," I said, giggling as we walked from math to English.
"Really?" Theresa looked at me and bit her lip.
I only told her because I knew she was hot for my dad. She called him a Dildo, which had sorta bothered me until she explained it meant he was a "Daddy I'd Love to DO" which sounded kinda dumb, actually. But nobody said fourteen year old girls were very bright, and she'd been thirteen when she'd said it, so that was like being even dumber.
"Yeah, he was like jerking off while I was in the shower," I said. "I didn't even know he was there for about five minutes or something."
"God! Your dad's hot!" she said. "Was his dick big?"
"I dunno." I shrugged. "It was hard, I'll tell you that much!"
"You should have invited him in!" Theresa giggled. "He could have washed your back or something."
"Gross!" I rolled my eyes at her.
"What?" Theresa made a face. "I was reading Seventeen and it said like half of all girls want to fuck their dads."
"No way!" I snorted.
"Yeah way!" she insisted. "It was a survey, so they didn't make it up! Anyway, like half of those girls? They really did fuck their dads, at least once."
"Really?" I pursed my lips.
"Yep." Theresa nodded. "You should think about it."
"Did you ever fuck your dad?" I asked, knowing she didn't, but I wanted to make a point.
"My dad?" She stared at me as we reached the classroom. "Now that's gross!"
"Heh!" I grinned because Theresa had a minister for a dad.
He was pretty old too and sort of bald and kind of fat, but her mom was okay and not very old at all. In fact, she looked really pretty and I could never figure out how she'd ended up married to Theresa's dad. Maybe because he always seemed to be so cheerful, even when he talked about all the sinners burning in hell, he'd slap his knee and chuckle and drink more brandy. Sometimes he gave us some too and then we'd all laugh.
"You don't think that party is Friday night, do you?" Theresa asked me and that made me frown.
"Oh God! I hope not." I swallowed hard. "I wanna go to your house!"
"No doubt," sheagreed. "I told Berto Boy! he'd better make extra sperm just for you!"
"You did?" I smiled at her.
"Oh yeah!" she said. "That stuff's great!"
"Isn't it sorta gross though?" I wondered.
"No way." Theresa shook her head. "It feels funny, sorta like snot kinda, but it's not that bad."
"What's it taste like?" I asked her as we walked slowly towards our civics class. We didn't like that one.
"Salty, mostly," she decided after thinking about it. "Kind of bitter-sweet too, like I dunno, sour butter with a little sugar in it."
"What?" I laughed at her. "I can't even imagine that!"
"Sorry." She shrugged. "You just have to try it, then you'll know."
"I guess so," I said.
"Anyway, it's really good for you," Theresa told me. "I was reading this thing in Cosmo and it said an all sperm diet will make your tits like two cups bigger than they'd be if you just ate potato chips!"
"Really?" I blinked at her.
"Yeah," she said. "A doctor in France said so!"
"Wow." I swallowed hard and looked down at my humble A-cups, like barely A-cups. I looked at Theresa and she had B-cups, healthy ones too. I knew because we'd shopped for bras together, even though I hadn't wanted to, but Treece wanted to show off when she bought a bigger bra than mine.
"See?" She giggled, knowing I was comparing her tits to mine. "I drink it everyday now."
"Shoot." I scowled at my stupid boobs. "I want some sperm too!"
"You do?" Eric had snuck up on me, him and Janey both.
"I know where you can get some, Kimmy." Janey smiled at me and her eyes darted towards her brother for a split second and then back to mine.
"Uh…" I laughed and turned red and stuck out my tongue. Then the bell rang just and I didn't have to say anything else totally stupid, thank goodness.
"You think they fuck each other?" I asked Theresa after civics. We were on our way to the cafeteria for lunch.
"Well, yeah!" she snorted. "Everybody knows that!"
"Yeah, but everybody knows a lot of stuff that isn't true," I reminded her.
"Ask them," Theresa said and she knew I was like totally in love with them and neither of us really knew why.
"No way!" I giggled nervously.
We were about a dozen feet behind Eric and Janey, and from behind it was really hard to tell them apart. Except Eric had sort of a wider, boyish build and Janey was thin and definitely girlish. So yeah, you could tell them apart, but probably I just didn't want to. It was so weird liking both of them and I knew it, which just made it worse, and they knew it too, which made it even worse than that!
Eric and Janey teased me a lot, but in a nice way. Like how Janey would look over her shoulder and smile at me, just to make sure I was following them like a lost puppy. She would whisper something to her brother and Eric would nod, and then he'd turn his head and smile at me too! We did that all the way to the cafeteria and I felt my head buzzing like the time I'd smoked a little pot with Theresa and her dad, the fat minister one. It had made me hot all over and really hungry.
"So…What are you gonna get?" Theresa asked me after we'd gotten our lunches and sat down.
It turned out to be weenie beanie casserole day, which I totally puked on, so I just got some crackers and a lot of salad. Our school had a great salad bar and nobody ever used it hardly, except the cheerleaders and they sorta gave me dirty looks for eating their lettuce. Bitches. I wasn't a cheerleader, since I was just fourteen, and probably someday I'd be one, I secretly hoped, but until then…I hated them! They were like stuck-up prima donnas mostly.
"Huh?" I looked at Theresa and she had her little pink Engine out, which is really NGN of course, and that's just short for Net Girl Nano.
There's a Net Boy Nano too, which is about the same thing except it comes in boy colors like black and blue. But NBN doesn't sound like anything cool, so they didn't sell very many of them, I guess. They changed the name to Net Gear Nano, so now they're called Engines too and they sell a lot of them, but everybody knows Engines are really for girls and boys just call theirs Gears mostly. The world is so weird sometimes.
"Let's check Dell," Theresa suggested.
She logged onto the net as Galxy*Grrl, and how she got a cool nick like that, I have no idea. I think her mom bought it for her birthday or something. My nick was gimi.kimi and it was okay, considering my first fifty choices had been taken. I'd only been like nine at the time anyway, so, you know. I kept thinking I'd change it, but I never did. Too many people knew me by that name now and changing all my accounts and stuff would suck.
"Is that where you got your robot?" I asked and she nodded.
"Oh wait! I got mail…Ah! Look!" Theresa giggled.
I leaned over, chewing my salad slowly as a tiny postage stamp window opened. My friend enlarged it so that the vidclip filled the whole screen, all six inches square of it, and I could see some guy's dick spurting cum all over the screen. I swallowed hard, feeling that ranch dressing I liked so much sliding down my throat.
"That's from the guy who gave me the passwords," she said. "God! He sends me email everyday!"
"He does?" I watched as Theresa played the clip again and the guy's dick wasn't huge or anything, but he sprayed his goo right onto his camera, you know?
"He's in love with me," she sighed. "It's pretty sweet, huh?"
"Kinda psycho," I decided. "How old is he? What's he look like?"
"I dunno," she said. "All I ever saw was his dick."
"That's it?" I narrowed my eyes and she shrugged.
"Well, I saw his balls too," she said, closing the video and then her email. "Let's see…Dell…You wanna customize your bot, believe me! This is so fun!"
It was fun, seriously, and we ate slowly while we built the most awesome custom robot you can imagine!
"You gotta have the Advanced Dermal Coating," Theresa said, "Definitely! What do you want, um…Caucasian, African, Asian, oh! They got Middle Eastern and Mediterranean, that's what Berto Boy! is."
"Ummm…Middle Eastern," I decided, because that golden brown skin looked hot!
"Yeah, nice," she agreed. "You should make him blonde! Wouldn't that be awesome?"
"Blonde?" I sorta bobbled my head.
"Let's see what it looks like…Oh! Check it out! A blonde Persian guy!" Theresa giggled. "Long hair though, that's what he needs, kinda curly at the ends."
"Wavy," I decided and she nodded, checking the little box and it did look cool.
"Is there cock options?" I asked her.
"You're in a hurry, huh?" Theresa stuck her tongue out at me. "No, they don't do that, but it's standard equipment anyway."
"It is?" I grinned.
"Yeah, course it is!" She dragged her finger down the screen. "See? Right there…All genitalia is standardized to conform with REC08277 and provided by the manufacturer with parental locks enabled. Dell assumes no liability for blah blah blah."
"What's that mean?" I wondered.
"It means he's gonna have an eight and half inch dick, but you gotta hack it if you wanna play with it!" Theresa said. "Unless you can get your mom and dad to unlock it."
"Yeah right!" I laughed at that idea.
"Don't worry," she said. "He's gonna have a nice dick!"
"Okay," I agreed.
"Let's see, you gotta have the NexGen Mindscape AI Node, with the Quad Series Octium V Processor and, oh! We need that Brainstorm Enhanced Neural OptiNet thingy." Theresa went down the list checking boxes for all the newest, bestest stuff. "Four Terabytes of .001ns FTL Relativity RAM and, hmmm…You want all the multimedia stuff?"
"Ummm…" I shrugged.
"Yeah, you do!" She laughed, checking boxes. "Preinstalled software, all of it. I heard the World Library includes the Kama Sutra."
"It does?" I had no idea what that was.
"Oh yeah! Just ask him for a position and he'll bend you like a pretzel," Theresa explained. "It's an Easter egg the programmer put in; I saw it on a robot Tips 'n Tricks site!"
"Oh." I smiled agreeably. Theresa could be such a geek sometimes! But she was still cool because she acted like she wasn't, except when she got excited.
"Gotta have ten zigagigs of hard drive, some serious McAfee Inoculation ProBot Edition, Windows Fire Escape, if he gets a virus you gotta use condoms and that would…" She hit the calculate button and we both sorta gasped. "Wow!"
"Is that like…dollars?" I wondered. "Or Mexican pesos or what?"
"Dollars," she said with a nod. "Eighty-six thousand of them."
"And seven hundred twelve." I swallowed hard.
"Free shipping though," Theresa pointed out.
"Man!" I frowned. "I want him."
"Probably your dad won't get you this one," she sighed. "Too bad, he's pretty hot!"
"How much was yours?"
"I dunno, like eight thousand maybe?" she said. "This guy's like as much as a house costs!"
"Almost," I agreed and our lunch was almost over.
"Maybe if we just got like 1 terabyte of ram…" My friend pursed her lips and the bell rang to push us along.
"Maybe if we didn't get the titanium skeleton thingy," I said as I stood up. "That was like ten grand right there."
"Yeah, but it's titanium!" Theresa grinned at me. "It says he can lift eight tons."
"He's gonna do my homework," I told her. "Not work on some asteroid someplace."
"And fuck the daylights out of you," she reminded me. "Don't forget that!"
"Exactly!" I said. "So next time we gotta be serious."
"Yeah, yeah." Theresa shrugged. "But it's fun to have fun, too."
"Yeah." I nodded, because that was pretty true.
"You're getting a robot?" Michelle asked me, and she'd sort of fallen in behind us while we were leaving.
"Hey, Shelly," Theresa said.
"Hey, Shell." I nodded. "Yeah, I think so."
"Cool." She smiled and we liked her okay. "Amelia's pretty awesome. What are you gonna get, a boy or a girl?"
Amelia was the name of her robot and Theresa and I had known Michelle since we were like five years old in kindergarten together. We were friends with her, but not really close or anything. Shelly was one of those quiet girls, introspective and probably a big brainiac. She always sat in the front of the class and never raised her hand or anything, but if the teacher called on her? She always knew the right answer. Like every single time, you know?
"A boy, definitely," I said. "What kind do you have?"
"What kind?" Shelly gave me a funny look. "Her name's Amelia."
"Like, where did you get it?" Theresa asked her, sorta rolling her eyes.
"Oh!" Shelly smiled then. "She was a kit. Me and my mom put her together."
"You did?" I asked. "Was it hard?"
"Kinda." Shelly shrugged. "We never did it before, but it was fun. She's really awesome."
"Does she have a dick?" Theresa asked and I gave my friend a nudge so she'd be nice. "What? I'm just asking!"
"Of course she doesn't!" Shelly frowned. "But we're making another one, a boy this time, and he's gonna have one. Mom had to special order it from Germany, those Krupp guys."
"My dad drives a Krupp," I nodded, just so she'd know I'd heard of them before. I hated feeling dumb and Shelly sorta did that to me without even trying for some reason. At least I was prettier than she was.
"They make cocks too?" Theresa laughed. "Weird. How big is it?"
"Thirty-one centimeters," Shelly said proudly.
"How big is that in American?" I asked.
"A foot," the girl replied, flashing her dimples at me.
"What? Like twelve inches?" Theresa stared at her and Shelly nodded.
"More than that, like twelve and a half, actually," she said.
"No wonder you gotta special order it!" I grinned at her, but I didn't know anything about dicks. I just wanted to sound cool.
"Size isn't everything," Theresa sniffed, but Berto Boy!'s eight and half inches didn't sound so huge all of a sudden and she knew it.
"Yeah it is," Shelly told her and then we were walking into the classroom.
"No it's not," Theresa whispered to me. "Her mom's just a slut."
"Yeah," I agreed, just because I knew that if I didn't, Theresa wouldn't let it go. She'd be bitching all week.
"You think she's gonna fuck her robot?" she asked me later and we were in the bathroom between our science class and our art class.
"Who?" I asked, waiting for my pee to come out. "Shelly?"
"Yeah." Theresa's voice echoed under the partition between our stalls and then I heard her pee splashing in the water.
"I dunno," I said as my own finally let loose in a little torrent.
"There's no way Shelly could take twelve inches," she decided. "Berto Boy! totally fills me up!"
"He does?" I asked, leaning over and tying my left shoelace as long as I was sitting there.
"Oh yeah!" she said. "You'll see. Wait til he fucks you."
"Does it hurt?" I wondered.
"What? You never did it?" Theresa asked and I laughed at her.
"You know I never did it!" I said.
"I thought you did!" she laughed too. "You said you liked that boy, that whats-his-name last year at Girl Camp."
"Ricky?" I narrowed my eyes and squeezed my bladder sorta, getting the last bit out of me.
"Yeah," she agreed. "I thought you said you fucked him."
"Nah," I said and looked around. "I wanted to, but we didn't. You got any toilet paper?"
"Uh…no," Theresa answered. "Do you?"
"No," I said.
"That sucks," Theresa said and I pulled up my panties feeling my pussy all wet and that did suck. But I wasn't like totally soaked, just…wet.
"Yeah," I sighed. "Stupid school."
"You shouldn't fuck a robot the first time," Meredith said, surprising me as she came out of the stall on the other side of mine.
"What?" I blinked at her, up at her actually, since she was like sixteen and one of those cheerleaders I hated.
"Why?" Theresa asked and she didn't like cheerleaders either, except she wanted to be one so bad she could taste it.
"Because." Meredith started washing her hands and she hadn't had any toilet paper either, I bet. "The first time you oughta have a real dick. It's supposed to be special, you know?"
"Oh." I decided I'd wash my hands too, even though I mostly forgot. Usually.
"Especially if you still got your cherry," Meredith continued, looking at my reflection in the mirror. "You still got yours, right?"
"Yeah," I said. "I think so."
"Well, you oughta get a real man to break it for you," she said. "You don't want to walk around telling everybody some robot took your virginity."
"I don't?" I swallowed hard and Meredith looked pointedly at Theresa's reflection. My friend wasn't washing her hands though, but just sorta standing there all dark and frowning.
"No way." Meredith returned her eyes to mine with a warm smile. "That's like saying you did it with a dildo."
"Shut-up!" Theresa said, finally having had enough of the girl's talk.
"I'm just saying, a man is like a thousand times better than a robot," Meredith said. "Especially afterwards."
"Afterwards?" I bit my bottom lip and she did seem to know what she was talking about.
"Yeah, you know," she said. "Like when he's holding you and kissing you? A robot's just gonna go recharge someplace, or start doing the laundry cause you guys got the sheets all wet."
"Oh." I nodded at that.
"But a man? A real one?" Meredith took a deep breath. "He's gonna know how to make the pain go away."
"He is not!" Theresa said. "You're such a big liar."
"Yeah he is," Meredith answered, but she kept looking at me as she dried her hands. "Not a boy either, I'm talking about a man. You deserve it, right?"
"Yeah," I said softly, feeling sorta confused more than anything else.
"Of course you do," she said. "All girls do, so just…think about it. Sex isn't just about fucking some dick that doesn't mean anything."
"Okay," I said and I knew Theresa was gonna be seriously pissed at me. "Thanks, um…Meredith."
"Sure, Kimmy." She smiled and that felt kind of nice. "See ya round, huh?"
"Yeah." I nodded, smiling back because she seemed to mean it.
"Don't listen to her," Theresa pouted and we were running for our next class. "Stupid Meredith! Like she would know anything? She doesn't even have a robot, I bet!"
"I don't know, Treece." I shrugged, thinking maybe the girl had made a lot of sense. It would be kind of nice to be loved, wouldn't it? Wasn't that what the girl had been talking about?
"And what's up with you anyway?" Theresa stared at me, pulling some black hair out of her eyes and she was lit up inside, I could tell.
"Me?" I frowned at her. "Nothing!"
"Like you're Meredith's best friend now?" she said, accusing me of something, but I didn't know what. Betraying her, I guess.
"No!" I said. "I barely know her."
"She knows you though, huh?" Theresa frowned too. "Probably a dyke, I bet. Like she wants to fuck you herself."
"No, come on." I rolled my eyes. "She just…I dunno. She was being nice. What's wrong with that?"
"Hmph!" Theresa didn't answer and we had to sit down anyway.
I knew what she was thinking though. First Shelly had told her that Berto Boy! wasn't gonna be the biggest stud on the block, and then Meredith was telling her that robots weren't even that good for sex anyway. Or at least the after sex part, which Meredith seemed to think was the most important part. And Theresa was all about her robot, obviously. Like all she could talk about was Berto Boy! and how good he fucked and stuff. My friend probably felt a little picked on and I felt kinda bad for her.
"I bet she wants her boyfriend to fuck you," Theresa said after art class and it was time for gym, our last class of the day, so we were going to the girl's locker room.
"What?" I shook my head. "Meredith you mean? Let it go, already. God, Theresa!"
"Let it go?" My best friend stared at me. "She wants something from you."
"I doubt it," I said, really wishing I could defuse the girl somehow, but when Theresa got in a mood, it could be a real pain. "I don't have anything she would want. She doesn't even know I'm alive."
"She was talking to you for half an hour," Theresa said. "Duh! Get a clue, Kim!"
"It was like two minutes in the bathroom," I corrected her. "And so what?"
"So!" She rolled her eyes. "You don't know about girls like her."
"What? And you do?" I giggled. "She's a tenth grade cheerleader, Treece."
"Yeah," she said. "A cheerleader, that's my point."
"Yeah, well…um…so?" I asked. "Cheerleaders suck, I get it."
"They don't want to be anybody's friend unless it helps them somehow," Theresa said. "And since you don't have anything she wants, right? Why does she want to see you around, huh?"
"God! You're so paranoid!" I shook my head and pushed open the door to the locker room. "Maybe she took a happy pill or something. Maybe Meredith is just really nice. How should I know?"
"Just cause I'm paranoid, it doesn't mean I'm wrong," she retorted. "You wait. You'll see. Just don't come crying to me afterwards!"
"After what?" I found my locker, right next to hers. "Can we talk about something else for awhile?"
"No," she decided and that kinda set me off, because I've got a long fuse when it comes to Theresa, but it isn't infinite!
"Well, I ain't gonna listen anymore!" I grabbed my stuff out of my locker, my shorts and my t-shirt, and slammed it closed. "When you wanna be my friend again, come find me."
"Kimmy…" she sighed, but I ignored her, going all the way down to the end of the long bench, sitting between two other girls from our class who just gave me funny looks.
Of course, Theresa was going to be hard headed about it, and so was I. So we didn't talk to each other during gym class, even though we usually did. I made sure I paired up with another girl, Denise Crawford, for sit-ups and stuff. Denise was okay and she liked to talk, but mostly I tried to ignore Theresa's dirty looks as she was paired up with Nellie Dobbins. And Theresa kept trying to ignore me too, but we both suck at that and so we just made frowny faces at each other mostly.
"I'm sorry," Theresa finally said as I had to go back to my locker after class was over.
"Me too," I said and we were both stripping down, getting ready for our shower.
Some girls took a shower and some girls didn't since it was the last class and we could just go straight home and take a shower there. I always had to take a shower though because I hated being all hot and sweaty and putting my clean clothes back on. Theresa always took a shower too, since we walked home together everyday and so she'd have to sit and wait for me otherwise.
But mostly I liked taking a shower just because I liked seeing Theresa naked, but I pretended like I couldn't care less. She didn't like girls at all, not that way, not even me. I did though, but only some of them and only sometimes, it was weird. Theresa figured I was seriously queer and I didn't deny it at all, because it was sorta cool being a lesbian. Lots of girls figured I was and most of the boys too, which just made them like me even more and that sorta baffled me a bit.
Anyway, I liked Theresa a lot and being naked right next to her made me feel nice. I'd never tried anything, you know, but I liked to look and she let me. All I'd ever done with anybody was to look though, and naturally my favorite girl to look at was Janey, as if you couldn't tell. But she was in a different gym class, which really sucked. I could have looked at Janey naked for like hours probably, except I'd only seen her naked once and that was when we'd both been eleven.
I still remembered her tiny pussy though. All pink and hairless and soft, with a funny little curlicue of red flesh at the top of her slit. I'd wanted to kiss it right then. Like get down on the floor at the YWCA, since that's where we'd been, and crawl like a dog and kiss her pussy! That must have been the first sexual thought I'd ever had in my entire life. The very first and it was the one I couldn't ever get completely out of my head either. I saw her pussy every time I closed my eyes. Sometimes. At least when she happened to be standing close to me, except I tried to keep my eyes open then. But you know what I mean.
Of course it would look kinda different now probably, she might even have some hair. Probably some puffy little lips, since she was fourteen like me. She'd have a little clit too and I tried to imagine what it would taste like if I sucked on it. I'd never tasted anyone's pussy though, except mine of course. And besides Janey, the only other girl's pussy that I would really want to kiss was Theresa's, but she would freak out probably if I tried anything like that.
So I just took showers with her everyday, rubbing my body all over with soapy hands while my best friend stood three feet away and did the same. It was very, very cool and way, way sucky! Probably that was why I jilled off as soon as I got home from school usually. Because of that shower and seeing the girl I liked, one of them, rubbing her pussy while I rubbed mine and knowing she wasn't even a little queer. That didn't seem fair to me sometimes and I didn't really understand Theresa's reluctance anyway. It wasn't gonna hurt her if I licked her pussy, was it?
Probably she thought I'd turn her into a lesbian or something. What a drag and the worst part was that Theresa knew it and she'd spread her legs just for me, like teasing me, and now that she wasn't a virgin, she could shove a finger way up inside her and wriggle it around. Two fingers after a minute or so, and then she'd pull them out, all wet and glistening, and I knew it was just water mostly, but still…
"You're such a bitch," I sighed, turning away from Theresa and her pussy covered fingers.
"Sorry." She giggled and we had a really weird friendship.