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                             The Quiet Room
                             by Ken Randall

Copyright© 2010 by Ken Randall


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Description: Four teenaged girls are given a special kind of detention when they're caught smoking on school grounds. They're locked away in the school's quiet room for three days and left to their own devices. How much trouble could four rebellious little hotties get into? More importantly, how much trouble can they get into with the one young man they sneak in with them?

Codes: mf Mult cons reluc group 1st oral mastrb pett
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Chapter 1


I can tell you one thing about friends. They're very good at getting you in trouble. Heaps of trouble. I found that out the hard way, sitting in the principal's office with my three best friends, Liza, Sarah, and Trish. We were caught smoking at school and we were all deathly afraid of what would become of us if our parents found out.

"What are we gonna do? What are we gonna do!?" Trish whispered beside me, almost hissing she was in such a panic.

"Deny everything!" Liza replied, also whispering. "Once you admit it, you're toast."

Sarah giggled. She's always giggling. It's like a disease with her.

The secretary looked up and gave us a stare that I'm sure would have flayed us alive if it were a knife.

The principal came out of the office and looked us over, one by one, looking stern, looking so serious, as though he were gonna ask us where we hid the bodies of the sixteen nuns we'd murdered. We hadn't murdered any nuns. We'd found a cigarette in a discarded pack and tried smoking it behind the school. Honestly, it was horrible. Just about every one of us nearly puked from it. It was so gross. But at least we could say we tried it.

"Kimberly Clark, step into my office, please," he said to me. His tone of voice made it sound like he had a guillotine in there and was interested in staining his new carpets a brighter shade of red. Shiff! Ka-chunk! Off with her head! I gave a nervous glance back at the three of them. Liza stuck her tongue out at me. Sarah giggled again.

The principal directed me to a chair. I sat down, folding my hands nervously in my lap. He sat opposite me and stared at me for about two thousand minutes, just thinking. I stared down at his desk, not knowing exactly what I was supposed to look at. His eyes were too piercing to return his gaze. It made me feel naked.

"I decided to talk to you, Kim, rather than deal with any of the other three. You seem to be the only one in your group who takes anything seriously. You seem level-headed. You seem like the smart one. You seem like you care about what happens to you in the future. Do you care, Kim?"

"Of course."

"I know I don't have to tell you about cancer statistics and all that terrible stuff that smoking can do to a person, especially a woman."

"No, sir."

"What I do have to talk to you about is how to be a leader."

I looked up at him, puzzled. Me? A leader?

"Yes. You don't necessarily have to be the most popular, the strongest, the fastest, the smartest in your group to be the leader. You just have to care the most about taking care of everybody, making sure nobody is hurt, nobody is screwed over, nobody makes any bad choices. Does that make sense?"

"I guess."

"You're fourteen. Your friends are fourteen. You've been friends with them since grade school. You know them and they know you. Do you care if they're hurt, screwed over, if they make bad choices that will screw up their lives forever?"

"Of course I do."

It was a silly question.

"So then, you're gonna have to be the leader, Kim. Liza has more personality than you, sure. She's more outgoing, she probably seems braver and everything, but she feels she has to lead the way into crazy stupid choices in order to maintain her image of being the wild one in the group. And Sarah? Well Sarah just follows Liza blindly. She's very smart, but she acts silly because she's afraid of what people will think of the real her. And Trish, well she takes everything too seriously. She's very needy. She's very emotional. She's clinging blindly to you guys like a life preserver in a sinking ship. She could be amazing, do incredible things, but she's got no confidence. Her only source of self-worth is her friendship with you guys, her place in the group. You know these things are true, right?"

I hated to admit it, but he was exactly right. Apparently he'd been paying very close attention to us all. It was kinda creepy.

"You know these things are true, right?" he repeated.

"Yes, sir."

"So that leaves you, Kim. You're the one who has to be the leader. You're the one who has to care the most about where your little group is headed, what kind of trouble they'll get into, what kind of mistakes they'll make. Nobody else is gonna do it. You're the one who thinks things through. You're the one who looks at the downside of the group's little plans, aren't you? They probably tease you about that, call you a party pooper or a spoil sport."

He was right again, though I don't recall ever pooping at any party we'd ever gone to. I did spoil the sport every now and then with my Nervous Netty routine. Liza was always calling me Mother Hen, or grandma, or Henny Penny ("The sky is falling! The sky is falling!"). And I usually went along with whatever stupid plans she made after that, like that time we dared each other to drink an entire carton of raw scrambled egg mix. That was a very stupid thing to do. We each grabbed a half-litre carton and on the count of three we chugged. The first one to chug the whole thing down was the winner and got to choose which movies we watched for the rest of the month. Liza won of course, but all four of us barfed like fire hydrants before the first scene of Nightmare on Elm Street was over. Liza and Sarah were rolling on the floor laughing, puking and laughing some more. Trish and I were nearly in tears from the stomach cramps. But then Liza started rolling around in Sarah's puke and that finally got us laughing too. What a mess we had to clean up.

But I digress.

Principal Davis went on for a few more minutes about leadership and taking care of my friends but I didn't hear a word he said. I was thinking about how Sarah crawled up and gave Freddy Krueger a big, pukey wet kiss, right on the TV screen, and we all died laughing all over again.

"So here's what I'm gonna do, Kim. I'm assigning you leader of the group. Unofficially. Just between you and me. I want you to look after them, okay? No matter what happens, they're your responsibility. Make sure none of them gets hurt, or does anything stupid that can mess up their lives, okay?"

"Okay."

"Good then. There's only so much you can do. I know that much. They do have minds of their own. But you can at least try, right?"

"Are we in trouble?"

"I'm afraid I have to punish you girls, dear. I'm sorry. You were caught smoking on school grounds, during school hours no less. If I did nothing about it, every kid in school would be smoking by the end of the week."

"So ... detention then?" I suggested. Detention was easy.

"No. We have to be a little more severe, I'm afraid. I'm suspending you all from classes for the rest of the week. Your parents will be notified of course. Oh, and you will be responsible for completing all assignments in full and on time, even though you're not in class."

"But how ... but we... !"

"Don't worry, you're not being kicked out of school or anything. Just out of classes. If I just sent you all home it would be just like a little vacation. You'll be placed in the quiet room at the back of the library from 9 a.m. til 4:30. I'll put you in charge of making sure the homework gets done and you'll turn it in to me. You'll have three whole days to practice being the leader. Hopefully by the time you return, you'll all be a lot wiser. You think you can handle the responsibility?"

Apparently I didn't really have a choice.

"I'll do my best."

"Very good then."

He got up and came around to shake my hand, as if we'd made a business deal or something--I'll have my people call your people and we'll put it to ink. He followed me out.

"Christina, get me the home phone numbers of these four, would you?"

Their faces went white as sheets. They gawked at me as if to ask me what the hell I'd done to piss him off so badly. Principal Davis went on.

"Oh, and inform their teachers that they'll need three day's worth of assignments for their study group. They won't be in classes for the rest of the week."

They girls stared at him, then at me, then at him, then at me again until finally he nodded at us. "You can go."

We went.

"Study group? What is he talking about?" Liza demanded as soon as we were out of ear shot of the office.

"Apparently we're spending the rest of the week in the quiet room at the back of the library. No classes. Just homework, homework, homework all day long."

"There's a quiet room in the library?" Sarah asked, honestly confused.

"Haven't you ever seen that door back there? Just a blank wooden door between two bookshelves?"

"I don't think she's even been in the library," Liza joked. "I don't think she's even read a book."

"It's where they used to stick the tardos," I answered, "to calm them down when they were freaking out. They haven't even used it since the nineteen-seventies. I think it's like a padded cell or something."

"All the better to go crazy in!" Liza said, laughing.

"So what, we're just gonna be sitting there, all day every day doing homework? Sweet gig!" Sarah grinned. "No more boring teachers. No more sweaty gym class."

"What you do to swing that, KC?" Liza asked me. Then she made a shocked face. "Did you sleep with him!? You slept with principal Davis, didn't you? Right across his desk! All spread wide open! Give it to me, principal Davis! Give it to me!"

"Slut!" Sarah sniped at me, laughing.

"Whore!" Liza added.

"Shut up," was the only comeback I could muster. "As if. Bitches."

"So no more classes! Wicked!" Liza continued.

"It's only 'til Friday," I said. "And he's gonna make sure every scrap of homework gets done too, so it's not really gonna be any fun."

"Nonsense, KC. It's going to be the most fun we've ever had in our goddamn lives. I'm gonna make sure of it."

She did too. Principal Davis had planned to make me a leader so I could guide us down a straight and narrow path, make wise and responsible young women out of all of us. And then he locked us all together in the quiet room for the next three days. His plan was an epic failure.



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Chapter 2


The quiet room was aptly named. The walls really were padded, so there was no echo at all in there. They were covered on three sides with thick heavy beige curtains, and behind that was foam padding. Everything you said sounded like it died in the air three inches out of your lips, like a bird shot down by a crackshot hunter before it even cleared the bushes. You couldn't hear anything that was going on outside the door either, once the door was closed. The door was this gigantic heavy wooden thing, about a foot thick. It took all your strength to shove it open and close it again, but at least it was soundproof. There was a table and four chairs in the middle of the room. There was a large double-paned picture window next to the door, but someone had placed book shelves in front of it. So you couldn't see a damn thing anyway. Not even between the cracks. It was sound proof too. The ceiling was low, and it was padded as well, except for a little light bulb in the center, above the table. It was covered with a metal cage thing around it, I guess so the tardos locked in there couldn't smash it in a fit of rage. As a result, the bulb didn't give off much light in there. It was subdued, dull and silent, like a funeral parlour. Uhg.

The room hadn't been used in years. It smelled dusty. It wasn't stinky or anything, but it did smell ... well ... old, like the closet in the guest bedroom at your grandparents house. That kind of old. Principal Davis unlocked the door for us himself, gave it a firm shove to open it, and flicked on the light.

"I had Phil Higgins vacuum it out and bring the table and chairs in. It took him an hour and a half just to track down the key. Suffice it to say, you're the first group to be handed a detention like this. If it works out we may try it with other kids."

Phil Higgins was the school janitor. We all called him Piggins because he grunted as he worked. It turned out we were the guinea pigs in this scenario though, or so it seemed.

"I also had your teachers come up with some assignments for you to do. It had to be assignments that you all could finish without cheating off of one another though. So there won't be any question and answer type quizzes or anything. The first task on the list, for example, is to read a book and write a report. You all have to read a different book though so no copying each other's papers."

We groaned. Almost every book ever written is boring as hell, and writing a book report on one forces you to focus on exactly how boring it really is for three or four hours out of your life. It's like a dog having its nose shoved into someone else's shit. It's just not fair!

"It's going to be hard work, ladies. This will not be a field trip for you. You have six assignments altogether. Each will take half a day to complete. Some will require books from the library out here. Some will be straight essay writing. The list is here on the desk. All of you must complete all six assignments and do them well. You can do them in any order you like, but you must turn in at least one assignment every half-day. So no cramming them all Friday afternoon is basically what I'm saying."

"And if we fail any?" Liza asked.

"Anyone who fails an assignment in any way will be expelled for two weeks and have a black mark on their academic record. That's the actual policy for smoking on school grounds, but we've made an exception for you four because Kimberly convinced me you all could be trusted to prove your merit. I certainly hope she's correct."

They looked at me like I was insane. I shrugged.

"Well, it's 9:04 now. You'd better get to it."

"What if we have to pee? What about lunch?"

"That reminds me. Mrs. Cargingle is right outside the door. She's been instructed to check in on you every so often to make sure you're working. If you need to pee, you're to ask her permission, go straight to the washroom and come straight back. You'll be brought a morning snack at 10:30, lunch at 12:30, and an afternoon snack at 2:30. Other than that you are not to leave the room for any reason, except of course for a fire or other school emergency."

Mrs. Cargingle is the librarian. We called her Cumgargle. She had big boobs. Well, huge actually. Let's just say she could safely be suspected of trying to smuggle two rump roasts out of the average grocery store in her bra, if the security guard's eyesight was lousy enough. Whether she gargled cum or not was anybody's guess. All we knew was that she was a Mrs. So there had to be a penis and two nuts involved somewhere.

Principal Davis left us. The door shut again with a heavy boom and all was quiet. We sat staring at each other for a minute, listening to just how creepy the creepy silence really was. It was like being in a whole other dimension or something. Liza screamed all of a sudden. She screamed loud and long at the top of her lungs and nearly scared the piss out of us. Trish even jumped right out of her chair and backed against the wall. But when the screaming stopped, Liza was smiling.

"Just checking," she said.

"Holy fuckin' hell! Don't do that!" I told her. "You scared the shit out of me!"

"I just wanna see how sound proof this place really is. If Cumgargle comes barging in here to save us, we know it's not sound proof. If not, we at least have total privacy."

Cargingle never showed up. The place was silent as a tomb.

I picked up the assignment sheet and read.

"Absolutely no cell phones, game devices, or electronic music players of any kind," was written at the top of the page. That explained why principal Davis had practically given us a body cavity search when we arrived, searching our bags and getting us to empty all our pockets.

"Say anything about vibrators, narcotics, or automatic weapons?" Liza asked.

Sarah started babbling. "My cousin has a vibrator! I couldn't believe it! She showed it to me and everything! She got it for her birthday from her girlfriends. Can you believe it? Of course she's twenty so it must be, like, no big deal for her. You guys met her. She was at my party last year-"

"Guys! Focus! I do not want to be kicked out of school for two weeks."

"Sorry," Sarah said.

"What about an automatic weapon that shoots vibrators? Can you imagine that?" Liza had apparently completely ignored me.

"Jess's vibrator kinda looked like a bullet actually. That might work! Put them on a chain like those bullets in the war movies and just go nuts-"

"Sarah!" I said. But of course the word was shot down three inches out of my lips, no matter how loud I said it. Damn padded walls.

"She started it," Sarah muttered, pouting.

"Assignment number one. Choose a book from the library and write a book report on it. It must be a fiction book of reputable quality. No trash. Ask the librarian for assistance with your choice. The book report must be no less than a thousand words and must address at least one major theme in the book and how it relates to your peer group."

"So we're s'posed to read an entire book and write a thousand-word report, all in one morning?"

"No. It goes on: You need only read ten chapters or a hundred pages, whichever comes first. You may read more than that, if you're able, but the assignment does not require it."

"Whew."

"No shit."

"The report must clearly state your name, the book's title and author, and the theme you plan to discuss."

"Alright. What's number two?"

"Assignment two. Select a topic of research. Choose the appropriate reference material from the library and write an expository essay on your subject of choice. It can be any subject, invention, historical figure, place or concept you wish, but the essay must be thorough and penetrating. The essay must be no less than thousand words. The subject must be different from your friends'."

"Penetrating. Haha. That's pervy," Liza muttered.

"Fuck! This sucks!"

"My frickin' hand's gonna fall off!"

It was the first thing Trish said all morning and she said it with such emotion, you'd think it was actually true.

"All this work for one drag of a cigarette? It's not like we stabbed a teacher or something!"

"There's still four more," I said. "Number three. Write a short story, including a beginning, middle, and ending. It can be a true story, or a made up one. The choice is yours. Your story must be at least a thousand words and must address a theme that's unique from any of the other participants."

"So we can't all write about automatic weapons that shoot vibrators and the impact they would have on western civilization?"

Sarah giggled.

"Number four. Interview one of the other girls and write a detailed biography of their life, their future goals, and their career choice. A thousand word minimum ... again."

"That'll be the easiest one. We all already know each other!"

"What's number five? Solve world peace in a thousand words?"

"Close. Number five: Write a thousand-word letter to a historical figure, explaining the problems of modern civilization and how their contributions to history either helped or hindered our way of life today. You may use the library's history section to select your historical pen pal, but he or she must be different from anyone your friend's are writing to."

Sarah's head hit the table with a thump, a thump that died three inches from her forehead.

"Whose dumb ass idea was it to smoke that cigarette again?" Liza said.

"YOURS!" we all answered together.

"Number six. Ah. Speak of the devil. Write a thousand-word essay on the dangers of cigarette smoking. Each participant is to discuss a different difficulty or danger related to cigarettes and/or smoking."

"I'm gonna need a frickin' cigarette by the time this is all done." Liza again.

"Ha ha! Hardy har, smart ass. I'm never gonna wanna look at a damn cigarette again," Sarah replied.

"Well, we'd better get started. We have six of these things to write."

"Which one do you wanna do first?"

"Does it matter? They're all nearly impossible. My brain's gonna be fried by snack time."

"Okay! Okay! Okay!" Liza said. "Idea here! Best idea ever!"

Uh oh. Liza's ideas were the kind that usually got us in heaps of trouble—either writing six thousand words worth of homework in three days, or French kissing Freddy Krueger with puke in your hair.

"What now, LiLew?"

"We only have to do two assignments! One this morning and one this afternoon, and then the rest of the week is ours to fuck around with."

"But we're supposed to hand one in every half a day."

"Sure, but he never said they had to be written during that half day!"

"That makes no sense."

"Sure it does. Look. We write two of these things today. Then we go home tonight, bust our asses like busy little beavers the week before mating seasons, get the other four done at night, two tonight, two tomorrow night. And then we just bring them to school and hand them in as needed, on time and in full. Then we can just kick back and goof around all day while other students are busting their asses."

I had to hand it to her. The idea was genius.

"But are we actually gonna be able to work on this shit all day and then go home at night with fried brains and cram all night too?" It was Trish again. She sounded genuinely dismayed.

"Sure! It's like pulling a band-aid off, right? You just yank it off quick and the sting only lasts one second. If you drag it out for three days you'll bleed to death."

"I'm in!" I said. "Totally down for that. And we can spend the rest of the days patching the stuff up we did the night before."

"I'm in too," Sarah said, as if there were any doubt.

We all looked at Trish.

"I just don't know if I can do it all in the evenings. That's four thousand words!"

"You'll just have to masturbate with your other hand," Liza blurted out. "Now are you in or are you in?"

"Fine..." Trish said, with a heavy sigh. She was always the last one in. "Wait! What? Ew! I do not masturbate! Gross!"

"They say ninety percent of girls masturbate in the shower and the other ten percent sing. Do you know what they sing, Trish?"

"No. What do they sing?"

"I don't know either. Now let's get to work."

Sarah didn't giggle that time. She didn't get it. We headed out to the library and chose books for the projects that required books. Cumgargle jumped a little when we came bursting out of the back room. Apparently she'd already forgotten all about us. That was a good sign. Very good.

"By the way, guys," Liza said. "If you get me a vibrator for my birthday, make sure it's the hello kitty kind. Not the silver bullet kind."



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Chapter 3


We actually worked. We read, we scribbled notes, we read some more. We kept chit-chat to a minimum and actually got our thousand words done on time. We each did a different assignment. I did the book report. Liza wrote a letter to Beethoven. Sarah wrote a short story about a bird who lost her egg and had to find it again. It was kind of cute. Trish wrote about the dangers of second-hand smoke, saying she wanted to get the more difficult assignment out of the way first.

They brought us snacks at 10:30 as promised. It was a bowl of assorted fruit and some cans of juice from the cafeteria vending machine. We fought over the strawberry/banana blend for about ten minutes until finally Sarah won out after an extended round of paper/scissors/rock, best out of seventeen. Then we went back to work again.

I actually found it kind of relaxing only having one thing to do all morning. Usually we had to think about five different things every time we went from one class to the next all day. I enjoyed just reading for two hours and then writing about the stupid book for another two. It was some dramatic book about a poor kid who was given an inheritance by some whacky old lady with a super hot granddaughter. He fell in love with her but she was a megabitch and got off on breaking his heart. Thank goodness I didn't have to read the whole thing.

Anyway, we got the whole thing done, and I took the four assignments to the principal's office. When I got back to the quiet room, the girls were eating lunch. Cafeteria fries and hotdogs. Gross. But it was food anyway. We were starving.

"Okay! Dare time!" Liza said.

"What now?" I asked. When Liza called dare time you knew something crazy was about to go down.

"We all gotta eat our hotdogs without using our hands. First one to eat the wieney wins!"

"Wins what?" Sarah wanted to know.

"Wins ... I don't know ... whatever!"

"Winner gets first dibs on the afternoon snacks! No arguing over the best kind of drink."

"Deal!"

And the next thing you know we were all fishing our wieners out of their buns with our lips and tongues, trying to suck the hotdogs into our mouths without using our hands. It was incredibly difficult to do because of the sounds the other girls were making, moaning, whimpering, and sucking noises that got us all laughing, dropping our dogs on the table and having to pick them up again.

"Come on, gals! This will be great practice for when we actually have boyfriends!"

"Ew! Sick, Liza!"

But the thought actually made me tingle a bit. I don't know why. I concentrated hard, and I won, sucking up that wiener like a noodle of spaghetti and chomping it down before the other gals had even gotten their mouths around theirs. By the time it was done we all had ketchup and mustard all over our faces as well, and we were laughing our asses off as Trish struggled to get her hotdog up off the floor where it had fallen. Good thing Piggins had vaccumed. She wasn't gonna eat it of course. The new challenge became simply picking it up and sliding it back into the bun using only her lips and tongue. We cheered her on and she actually did it. Liza moaned like she was getting boned as the wiener slid into the bun and we all burst out laughing all over again.

"Oh, Trish! You're such a fuckin' stud. I'm all horny now just thinking about how you slipped it in there!"

"That's so gross," Trish said, wiping tears from her eyes. She'd been laughing so hard, her eyes were watering.

The afternoon went by pretty much the same as the morning. We all worked on another assignment and got them done in time once more. When it was all over we agreed that a thousand words wasn't bad at all. Some of us even went over the limit by a few hundred words just because we had more to say by the time it was done, and lots of time left to work on it. Principal Davis collected the assignments himself at 4:20. We packed up and left together.

"So everyone go home and get two more of these things done by morning," I said, "and then we can goof around all day."

"I have one more assignment for you," Liza said. We all looked at her, wondering what silliness she was cooking up now. "You all have to smuggle in an item tomorrow. Something we're not supposed to have, but that will make the day more fun. Something we've never done before either. Keep it a secret until we get to school tomorrow, and then surprise us. Got it?"

"Oh, goodie!" Sarah said. "I know just the thing."

"What if he searches us all again?"

"I doubt he will. He already confiscated all our shit this morning. But just make sure you hide everything really good."

I had no idea what I would bring, but it sure sounded interesting.

"And no phone calls to each other either," Liza said. "Get your work done and dig up your item. We'll have plenty of time to shoot the shit tomorrow."

And off we went to our respective homes.

I actually did all four remaining assignments that night. I started as soon as I got home, and each one only took me a couple of hours. The hardest part about it was the actual hand writing. After about three hours my hand was in one long cramp from holding the pen. I would rather have done it all on the computer, but that would look really bad considering there's no computer or printer in the quiet room. I did use my computer for research though. And as I was surfing around the net, I stumbled across something that would be perfect to bring for Liza's secret assignment. I just hoped nobody else had thought of it.



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Chapter 4


"Okay. What'd you guys bring?" Liza asked, after the door was shut for the morning. "I assume you got your assignments done."

"Yes," Trish sighed, shaking her aching hand as though she'd just finished the last one two minutes ago.

"Yip!" Sarah said, slapping a small stack of pages onto the table in front of her.

"I did all four of mine!" I said. "Read 'em and weep."

"You would, KC, ya big nerd."

"Call me a nerd, but while you guys are busting your asses tonight, I'll be kicked back watching TV."

"Anyway," Liza said, "as long as you've all got your two assignments done for today, that's all that matters. Now what items did you bring?"

Sarah went first, too excited to wait another minute. She reached into her school bag and pulled out a digital camera from the sleeve of a sweater.

"I've been keeping this a secret for years now, but I just have to show you guys. It's the sickest thing ever!"

"A camera? We've seen it, Sarity."

"Turn it on! Turn it on!" Sarah squealed, blushing beet red.

Liza turned it on. She aimed it at Trish and snapped a picture.

"Big whoop!"

"No! Not the camera! The pictures on it!"

So Liza flicked it to review mode, and her eyes went as big as teacup saucers all of the sudden.

"What? What? What!? Lemmie see!"

Liza showed me. Trish jumped up and looked over our shoulders. There was a photo of a young girl's privates getting impaled sexually by an apparently enormous young man.

"Oh ... my God!" I said. My jaw dropped.

Liza flipped to the next one. The girl had white stuff all over her stomach. She was dipping a finger into it.

"Is that ... what I think it is?" Liza asked.

"Sperm!" Sarah announced, now even redder than she was before. "All over her! Keep going! Keep going!"

Liza clicked to the next picture. The girl was now bent over on her knees in front of the boy and he was sliding himself in her from behind. You could see everything! Every little vein, every little smear of wetness, every little hair. You could even see her vagina stretching wide open around his dick. It looked like it was on the verge of tearing or something.

"Ouch!" Liza muttered. "That looks painful!"

Sarah jumped up and stood behind us, joining in the audience. The next picture was the same, except closer up. Now you could really see the stretch. Liza shuddered. She clicked through the pictures one by one, and each one was naughtier than the last. Trish groaned as though she would vomit, but the rest of us glared with wide eyes at every single picture. Finally she asked the two questions we all wanted to know.

"Who in the hell is this? And where did you get these pictures?"

"It's Jess, my crazy cousin! The one with the bullet vibrator. Can't you tell?"

"Well we haven't gotten to any photos that actually show her face ... Ah, there she is..."

Sure enough, there was Jess, smiling for the camera with sperm all over her face. You could see a bit of resemblance to Sarah. She was blonde. She had the same eyes and a similar smile. Except for the spermy face, she might have passed for an older version of Sarah herself.

"And isn't that your parent's bedroom?" I asked her. I'd been in there a few times while I was over at Sarah's. I knew the furniture in the background.

"Yup!" Sarah giggled. "This was three years ago. Jess was supposed to be babysitting me overnight. I was only eleven at the time. I guess after I was asleep, she snuck Todd in and went nuts with her digicam. Then they fell asleep. I got up at about two am and found them naked on my parent's bed. I just stared for so long, all sicked out and shit. You should've seen the smell in there! And then I noticed the camera. So I turned it on and flipped through all their pictures. Imagine my surprise, right?"

"No shit!"

"I knew what sex was back then, but I didn't know you could do all that! They just told us the penis goes in the vagina and rubs around in there until the guy orgzazums or whatever. So I looked through the pics and holy fuckin' hell! My mind was blown."

"Orgzazums?" I said, smirking at her. Liza just shook her head.

"Whatever it's called! I'm just sayin'! Anyway, I copied the pics and had them hidden in my room for like two years, and I'd flip through them on my parents camera every once in a while, just for a laugh."

"Just for a laugh ... riiight!" Liza said, making stroking motions with her fingers. "You even giggle when you're masturbating?"

"Ew! Sick! As if! That's my cousin!" But Sarah was as red as a human being could be, without popping a vein in their head.

"And who's this guy? Todd? He's got a super hot body! And a cute butt!"

"Well, she's not with Todd anymore. They broke up a few months after this. But I know she has no idea I saw all those pictures. I just copied the memory card and slipped it back without them noticing. She still thinks I'm this innocent little kid. It's so funny."

"Would you do him, Trish?" Liza asked. Trish was quietly watching over our shoulders, acting like we were defusing a bomb with only eighteen seconds left on the clock. Her hands were shaking and she was breathing in panicked little gasps.

"No way..." she said, but her eyes were wide and her mouth was hanging open. Her whole face looked like she was the one sprawled across the bed about to get impaled by Todd's gigantic rod of vaginal destruction.

"You okay?" I asked, trying not to laugh.

"That's pretty much how I looked when I first saw those pictures. Of course I was only eleven."

"Never seen real sex before, Trish?" Liza asked. "Well, that's what it looks like. Guys with big hard-ons ripping into your tiny little hole. I'm sure it's not as painful as it looks though. Obviously Jess is getting off on it or she wouldn't be doing it with such a big smile on her face."

"EW! She's even sucking on his thing!" I said, loud enough for the whole school to hear if the room wasn't sound proof.

She was too. The next twelve pictures showed vivid details of Jess wrapping her mouth around his dick, licking the shaft, the balls, rubbing it all over her face, and smiling, smiling, smiling. She made it look as easy as a kid eating candy, though none of us could imagine being so casual and carefree about such a lascivious act. We all stared as Liza flipped through the slideshow, decimating whatever innocence remained in our fragile little minds. The sperm all over Jess's grinning face clinched it for me. I was simultaneously shocked and awed. It was the absolute grossest thing I had ever seen, and yet it was also morbidly fascinating at the same time. I had a million questions that I couldn't even put into words, never mind ask these girls. Even if I could, none of them had any idea how to answer them any more than I did.

"She seems like she just loves it," Liza muttered softly. "What the fuck?"

My thoughts exactly.

"What a whore..." I whispered. But Sarah came to her defense.

"She is not a whore. She's very cool. Just because a girl likes sex, doesn't mean she's a whore!"

"Well, it's not like she's doing a whole football team or anything, but still ... damn..." Liza added.

My thoughts exactly, once again. A few minutes later we came around to the last picture. The next pic after that was Trish looking confused. We all burst out laughing because the one before it was a shot of Jess licking sperm off of Todd's shaft. And then ... poof! Trish looking confused. We flipped back and forth between them for a few minutes, laughing.

"That is absolutely priceless!" Liza said. "The look on your face says it all! Totally! You're like, what the fuck was all that?"

Then she flipped around to the first pic again and started flipping through them all, all over again. We just stared in silence, lost in our own thoughts. We got around to the pussy stretching pictures again and finally Sarah spoke up.

"Are all guys that big?"

"I have no idea," Liza said. "I don't think so."

"Well you hear guys bugging each other about having tiny little dicks all the time, so maybe most of them are tiny."

"Maybe the camera makes it look bigger than it really is, cause it's such a close up, you know?"

"I hope so. Damn!"

"When I lose my virginity, I'm finding the guy with the tiniest dick imaginable!"

"Me too!"

"But I think the guy being big is actually supposed to be a good thing," Sarah said. "I mean, after you get used to it."

"All stretched out like an old boot you mean!" Liza answered. "I hope I never get that used to it!"

"No, I think she's right," I said. "I heard the same sort of thing, like a big dick feels awesome somehow. I have no idea why."

"Where'd you hear this?" Liza wanted to know.

"Well, this is the thing I brought. Wanna see it? It's not as good as Sarah's, but it's kinda cool in a different way."

"What is it?" Sarah said, excited.

"Well we know it has to do with big dicks," Liza added.

I reached into my school bag and pulled out some printouts I'd made on the computer.

"What's this? More homework?"

"Read!" I answered, thrusting the pages at her.

Liza took them from me, flipped to a random paragraph and read.

"The size of him sliding inside me was more than I could take. I spread my legs wide and threw my head back in ecstasy. A moan escaped my throat as his thick hard cock penetrated me, slowly, deeply, owning me and all my wetness. My pussy throbbed around him, welcoming its master home."

"Oh my God! Did you write that, Kimmy!?" Sarah demanded, grabbing a page from Liza's stack.

"No way! As if! I found it on a website of porn stories. There were thousands of them. I didn't even know which ones to pick. I just printed a bunch of them, just randomly."

"You handing this in as your short story?" Liza joked.

"Hardy har. As if!"

Trish took a page and read quietly to herself.

"This is hot!" Liza said. "Why didn't I think of this? Listen! 'My tits jiggled as he bounced me up and down across the bed. My nipples tingled with the motion and he sucked them into his hot slippery kiss. He pressed a thumb into my clit as well, and thrust even more deeply. Oh God, Max! Your cock is beautiful! I love it! So big! So hard! Max fucked me, with no reply greater than a moan as my pussy tensed around him. I was coming. Hot slippery pussy juices flowed freely from the deepest part of my sex, and suddenly his cock slid even deeper, wetted with my intense arousal.'"

I was feeling a little wet myself. My privates squeezed involuntarily and I felt these weird tingles down there. I acted cool though, as cool as I could, just fiddling with a pencil on the table as Liza read to us. She had such a sexy voice. It was a struggle to sit still. My body wanted to move, to gyrate, to make those tingles ooze and flow, but I just sat there calmly, trying not to think about touching myself. Sarah got up and started pacing around the room, listening hard, obviously no more able to sit still than I was.

"He yanked his pulsating erection from my hot, churning pussy and I gasped, feeling suddenly empty, suddenly unfucked, but when he began jerking his meat in his powerful grip, I forgot all about my throbbing needs. He crawled up my bed and jerked his hot sticky load right into my wide open mouth, shooting and growling, cumming across my tongue, making me feel hot, desired ... worthy! I'd gotten my man off good, and his happy little laugh as I swallowed his load confirmed it for me. He was completely satisfied..."

"Ew! She swallowed it? Gross!"

"No grosser than chugging raw eggs, Kimmy," Liza laughed. "And apparently the guy loves you for it."

"Still! Ew!"

"And there we have the next big dare," Liza announced, grinning.

"What the fuck? NO WAY!" I said, and Sarah seemed to agree.

"Yes way!" she answered. "The first one to swallow a guy's sperm wins."

"No! That's too much. Even you have to admit that's too crazy! None of us have even seen a guy's dick, never mind sucked on it ... or, or ... gotten cum in our mouths! That's disgusting, Liza! You gotta admit it!"

"I admit nothing! Are you in or are you in?"

We were all quiet for about two thousand seconds, all going through our individual imaginations, trying to muster up some image of getting a guy to cum into our mouths and then swallowing it.

"What do we win?" Trish asked.

"Bragging rights? First dibs on anything that's fought over? First choice on all movies and music for the rest of the year? I dunno. You'll just be the queen bitch of the universe for a very long time. It's the ultimate dare!"

"How about if we win, we don't have to do anymore dumb dares for the year, and nobody gets to call you chicken?" Trish said this with her usual pouting face. It's a wonder they called me Henny Penny. Compared to Trish, I was a porn star.

"No way! Nobody's exempt from the dares. That's the rule!"

"I just think it's gross and I don't wanna do it," Trish said.

"How do you know it's gross!? You have no idea! All you've seen is pictures!"

"I just know it is. That's all."

"How? How could you possibly know?"

Trish was silent for a moment, and then she looked up at Liza. Her pout transformed into a sneer of defiance. "Because I already won that stupid fucking sperm swallowing bet, okay?!"

And she got up and stormed out. The three of us looked at each other with astonishment. Our jaws dropped. Our eyes widened. Sarah stumbled back a step to lean against the wall. And when she did, something clicked behind her. And when she stepped forward again, a door-sized bulge pushed the heavy beige curtain forward.

"What the fuck?" Sarah said, yanking the curtain aside. She pulled a door-sized section of the wall padding forward, and we got up to see a secret door behind the padding of the quiet room. It was a fire exit. The door said so. Someone had padded right over it. D'uh! Liza turned the knob and it opened into large storage room, dark except for the murky grey/blue light glowing from a frosted glass window to the left. There were boxes of old books and papers, there were rusty old filing cabinets and desks and chairs stacked nearly to the ceiling. There was an old snack machine with the front window busted out. There was even an old couch with more boxes of papers piled onto it, right beside the door we were peeking in from. An faded old nineteen-seventies-looking poster with a psychedelic-looking owl that said "Leave Everything and Return New!"—LEARN—hung above the couch. Man, these rooms really hadn't been used in decades. But best of all, there was an exit on the wall opposite us.

We looked around through the doorway for a few moments, in astonished silence. Then we closed the door and re-clicked the padding back into place. The curtain fell back down again without a sound. We sat down again, waiting for Trish to return.

"Well," Liza said. "At least we've got an escape if we want to sneak away."



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Chapter 5


Trish came back about ten minutes later. She'd obviously been crying. None of us said a word for about ten more minutes. We just sat quietly lost in our own thoughts waiting for her to speak on her own when she was ready. We knew she would, eventually. She shared everything with us, eventually. So we didn't push her.

"I didn't bring anything for Liza's secret assignment," she said after a while. She spoke softly and in the padded room, her voice sounded far away and thin. "I'm sorry. I tried to think of something to bring, but I spent so much time on the assignments, I didn't get anything else done."

"Well," Sarah said reluctantly. "Maybe you really did bring something."

"What do you mean?" Trish asked.

"You're the only one who's had any... experience with a guy. Maybe you could ... tell us how it happened. That's miles better than any of these pictures and stories."

"I pretty much have to, don't I?"

"No," Liza said. "Not if you don't want to. But I sure wanna hear it."

"I feel like such a freak," Trish said, covering her face with her hands. "But I've kept it inside so long I feel like I'm gonna go crazy."

"Well, then let it out," I replied, reaching out to pat her shoulder.

"Yeah, Trish. We're your BFFs. There's nothing you can tell us that would change that. You know that. Ever! Not ever ever." Sarah patted her from the other side.

"It's yucky. I wish it never happened."

"When did it happen?" I asked. "How long ago? How long have you been walking around feeling like shit, not telling us?"

"Last summer. I was over at my-"

"Wait! Wait! Wait!" Liza said. "Not yet. Don't tell us yet. Let's do my secret item first."

Trish glanced up at her, looking relieved a bit that she was no longer in the spot light.

Liza dug down into her school back, and pulled out a shoe.

"A shoe?" Sarah asked, smirking. "What are we gonna do? Get high off the fumes?"

"Shush, you! My feet do not stink!"

She pulled one rolled up sock out of the shoe and then another. Then she unrolled them and shook out four small liquor bottles that clattered and bounced onto the table. She slid them across the table, one for each of us and one for her. "Voila."

"Okay, I think I may have to put my foot down here," I said. "Smoking is bad enough. Look how much trouble it got us in. Now you want us to get drunk right in the middle of school?"

"I knew you'd say that, Old Mother Hubbard," Liza replied. "Now here's my response. Number one, there's not enough booze in these tiny things to get a cat drunk. It's more symbolic than anything. Number two, it's odorless, so nobody will be able to smell it on our breath. And number three..." She reached into her bag again and pulled out a photo of our other best friend forever, Michelle Sebastian. She tossed it into the middle of the table, between the four bottles, as though it were a shrine, an offering to settle all arguments once and for all. We fell into hushed silence, staring down at the photo. Michelle looked so achingly pretty, so happy, so full of life.

"Michelle would have wanted us to live each and every moment of our lives to the fullest. She would want us to have no regrets, no fear, and not be ashamed of anything we ever did, not for a second. Michelle would have wanted us to suck every drop of joy, and fun, and craziness from this stupid pointless life that we can get. And if that means getting in trouble from the stupid pointless principal of this stupid pointless school then so fucking be it. Because any day I could get my head smashed through a fuckin' windshield too and then it's all taken away. So don't gimmie me this crap that pissing Principal Davis off is the worst thing that could ever happen to us. That's bullshit and you know it. Now are you in or are you in?"

Sarah, grabbed her little bottle, twisted the cap off and knocked it back, gulping it down in three swallows. She winced and took a couple of deep breaths, but she kept it down. Liza followed. Then, to my surprise, Trish grabbed hers up and beat me to it. I was the last one, still sitting there with the cap still on my booze.

"Fuckin' Mish-mash Sebash, man. I miss her every day. She was the shit," I said.

"So here's to Bitchy Mitchy," Liza said. "She wouldn't back down from anything."

Tears were flowing down Sarah's face, and Trish was staring at her empty bottle like Michelle might pop out of it like a genie at any moment.

I grabbed my bottle up and popped the cap off. "Here's to Michelle."

The booze tasted harsh. It burned my throat a bit, but I swallowed it down. It felt warm in my tummy, and that warmth spread through my whole body pretty quick.

"Wow. That feels weird," I said. "What is it?"

"It's vodka. My grandma had about a hundred of them in her cabinet. I took four. She'll never notice. I think she still has them from before grandpa died."

We went silent again. We'd all been there at Liza's grandpa's funeral too. Even Michelle. It was a few months before her accident.

The quiet room was pretty damn quiet for about two thousand minutes. You could just about hear the strands of hair sweeping across our shoulders each time one of us moved. Finally, Liza gathered up the empty bottles and caps and tucked them back in the shoes. "To Mitch," she concluded. "May we never be ashamed of living our lives the way we choose."

"It was my cousin, Joey!" Trish blurted out all of the sudden. Liza froze in the motion of shoving the shoes back into her bag. We all stared at Trish with astonished eyes once again. "It was Joey. I was thirteen. He was fourteen. We were bored one night, by ourselves, watching movies and stuff. And then this dirty movie comes on, with all these sex scenes. It was like three am. And we're both just looking at it, all quiet and shit. And Joey says to me, 'I sure wish I could try that.' And I felt so bad for him, cause he's kinda small, and kinda shy, and people pick on him all the time at school. I don't know what I was thinking, but I just gave him the biggest hug, for like way too long. And then he kissed me, and it felt so weird, you know, to be kissing your own cousin, but I didn't stop him, I guess cause he was a boy, and kissing a boy feels nice no matter who it is. And the next thing you know, he was feeling my chest. Well, there was nothing much to feel back then, but it still felt kinda funny, sorta like down near my tummy.

"Anyway, we kept kissing and all of the sudden, the guy on TV was kissing the woman, like ... down there, you know? I mean, they didn't actually show it or anything, but you could tell what they were doing. So Joey pushes me down on the couch and pulls my pajama bottoms off. I wasn't wearing panties for some reason. And then he pushes my legs open and starts kissing me down there. It felt all tickly and weird, not all beautiful like the stories say. Just kinda funny, like when you accidentally rub up against your bicycle seat the wrong way and it sorta tickles weird. Anyway, he was kissing and licking me all over, and I was just laying there with my eyes closed, holding his head, making sure he didn't hurt me or anything."

We were staring at her with rapt attention to say the least. She was looking down at the desk, talking fast and nervous, as though if she didn't get the story all out in under three minutes the cops would burst in and drag her away or something.

"Then he stands up and pulls his shorts down. He was wearing these shorts with happy faces on them, sort of smirky happy faces. Anyway, they came down and his thing comes popping up in front of me. Well what was I supposed to do? He'd done it for me, even though I didn't really get anything out of it. I felt like I had to do something back. So I sat up and just put my mouth on it and sort of moved my head back and forth. His dick wasn't very big or anything, just kind of like a really fat thumb. I sucked on it and squeezed on it with my mouth. Well, sort of sucking, sort of just kinda squishing his dick around with my tongue, you know, like how you would suck your thumb when you were a baby? Anyway, I was doing that, and moving my head sort of. And all of the sudden he makes this noise like he's dying and all this stuff shoots into my mouth. He was holding onto my head so I couldn't pull away, and he just ... totally just spermed in my mouth, moaning like someone shot him. And I was sitting there, suddenly realizing that it was Joey standing there in front of me, and how would I ever face my aunty and uncle ever again? How would I ever be able to feel normal around him? Around anyone! My mouth was all full of his sperm and I was whimpering and trying to pull off of him, but he was holding me in place and just shooting in my mouth. And then he was done. He pulled it out and fell down onto the couch like he was dying or something. I whimpered, feeling the gooey gunk in my mouth. My first thought was to barf it all over the floor, but I was worried what his parents would think if they saw it. I looked around for a cup or something, to spit it in, but there was nothing. And the taste of it was starting to hit me, so I just swallowed it. I just shut my eyes and gulped. I'll tell you one thing. It wasn't nearly as bad as those fuckin' raw eggs."

Silence again. We'd all met Joey at various times. He really was a plain-looking kid. Kinda skinny. Kinda dorky. But not ugly or anything. Just sort of ... nobody. I'm sure the other girls were trying to picture him spurting off into Trish's mouth the way I was, and picturing her struggling to swallow it, but then what?

"Anyway, it only ever happened once. He asked if he could do me too, like, you know, have sex, right there on the couch, but of course I said no. He even asked if he could lick me again, and I said no to that too. And then he was like begging for me to suck him again and he wouldn't leave me alone for like a whole hour. He was even trying to force himself into my mouth after a while and I finally got pissed off. I finally told him it was a mistake and it never should have happened and just to be happy with what he got. I told him that if he ever said anything to anyone I'd say he raped me. He finally backed off. And he's never said a word about it since."

"Whoa..." Liza said.

"Things were really weird between us for the longest time, but mostly I just avoided him. I went to bed feeling weird that night. I woke up feeling weird the next morning. And I've felt like some kind of freak ever since. I think about it all the time, every time someone even mentions sex, there's the memory. There's the weirdness. Who does that with their own cousin?"

"I humped my cousin once!" Liza said. "I mean, we had all our clothes on and everything but it was still pretty dirty. We were playing house in his bedroom and I was the mom and he was the dad. When it came time for bed time, I put the baby in the little crib and got in bed with him. Then he got on top of me, got between my legs, and started humping me, 'cause that's what moms and dads do, he told me. I felt weird about it too, but mostly it was just sort of funny. He was moaning like a moose the whole time and when it was over he rolled over and started snoring really loud. It was the funniest thing you ever saw."

"How old were you?" Trish asked.

"Probably eight or so. The weird thing was, he kinda hit some tickly spots too, even though we had our clothes on. He was rubbing me all over the place down there and it felt kinda nice. I mean, I wouldn't go calling him up for another round or anything, but it sure made me curious about my girl parts after that. I was humping everything for a while there. Pillows, teddy bears, the arm rest of our couch, anything that made those little tickles flare up inside me. Eventually I figured out that I could hump my own hand, and that was the best feeling of all."

Sarah broke in with a story of her own.

"I used to sneak into Jess's room and rub her vibrator on myself. So in a way, I sorta humped my cousin too, except she's a girl. I didn't actually stick it in or anything, but it still felt nice, rubbing around down there. It makes you cum so fast too, like a hundred times nicer than your fingers. She caught me once and told me to get out of her room and never come back. She was so embarrassed. She apologized later and so did I. But it's kinda weird between us now."

Then they looked at me. I had no cousin humping stories. I stared blankly back at them.

"What's the dirtiest thing you've ever done, KC? Fess up. Come on."

"I had a dream I had sex with my uncle one time. I know it's not as dirty as you guys' stories, but it's the best I've got."

"Your uncle Larry? Ew! What happened?"

"It was weird. I don't think he's attractive at all. He makes dumb jokes, and tells boring stories, and he always smells like stale cigarettes. But in the dream, he was young and handsome, and so strong, and he just took me and shoved me down really hard onto the bed and just jammed it in me. I was laying there asking him if he was really real, and getting boned like a two-dollar hooker, and he just stared into my eyes, nodding, saying 'yes, It's real. Can't you feel it?' And then I woke up and for some reason my panties were all soaking wet. It was so crazy. I haven't been able to look at him straight since."

"Was he over there? Was he like, molesting you in your sleep?"

"No. He wasn't even in the same city. I have no idea how or why I even had that crazy dream. I just remember feeling so wet and horny when I woke up. I don't know why."

"Maybe it wasn't even about him. Maybe it was just his face or something."

"I dunno. Maybe. It makes no sense at all. All I know is I sure feel weird every time he's around."

"Me too," Trish agreed. "With my cousin I mean."

"Well with all these pics of Jess being all dirty and sexy, it's pretty hard for me to look her in the eye too. I'm always giggly and silly around her. I think she thinks I have a crush on her or something, especially since the vibrator thing."

There was a knock on the door. It was 10:30 already. The snacks had arrived.

There was no fight over the Banana/Mango juice this time. We just gave it to Trish.

"Here I go. Swallowing again," she said, taking a big swig. And we all laughed so hard we nearly fell out of our chairs.



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Chapter 6


"Are you feeling the booze like I am?" I whispered to Liza on our way to a pee break after our snack.

"A little. My face feels a little funny, but I'm not staggering or anything."

"Yeah. My face feels weird too. It feels all warm, like I can feel my own skin somehow. And my feet feel far away, like I have to think about making them walk. I can walk and everything, but it feels like I have to think about it."

We got to the bathroom and went in. The stalls were empty. We checked all of them.

"We have to help Trish," Liza told me, leaning on the sink, and looking at herself in the mirror.

"What do you mean, help her?"

"I mean we have to help her. She's all messed up about that ... that story she told us. It's eating her up inside. Can't you see it?"

"Yeah. She's acting cool about it, but yeah, she's definitely not feeling right."

"She feels like a world class ho-bag is how she feels. We have to help her."

"But how?"

Now Liza looked at me in the mirror.

"By throwing ourselves on the same grenade."

"You mean sucking off our own cousins!?"

"SHHH!" Liza hissed at me, quickly scanning around for any eavesdroppers, though we knew we were alone.

"Sorry," I whispered, wincing. That was way too loud.

"I don't mean sucking off our own cousins, silly," Liza corrected me, whispering once again. "But if we did something just as nasty and sleazy, she might not feel so alone, so crazy, so far out of the loop of what normal is. She might not feel so crippled if we're all in the same wheelchair, know what I'm saying?"

I went to the stall and sat down for a pee.

"So sleazy like what? How sleazy?"

"Sleazy enough," she replied, but didn't elaborate.

Then she went pee in the next stall over and we sat quietly with our own thoughts for a moment.

"Here's what we're gonna do," Liza said, as we were walking out of the bathroom. "We're gonna sneak a guy into the quiet room, some plain old ordinary nobody, just like Joey, and we're gonna do nasty things with him, just like she did with him. Maybe he's not our cousin or anything, but we're gonna be downright skanky with him, just like Jess was with Todd in the photos, just to show her that whatever she may have done is peanuts by comparison. She'll feel much better after that."

Or maybe we'll all just feel as bad as she does, I thought to myself, but didn't say it out loud.

"But who? And how do we sneak him in?"

"Through that secret exit of course. I'm pretty sure I know where it comes out. There's a door marked Storage over by the guy's bathroom. We find a guy, promise him the moon and stars if he keeps his mouth shut, and tell him to meet us at that door at whatever o'clock. We sneak him in and make all his craziest fantasies come true."

"Okay, but I dunno how far I'm willing to go, LiLew. Fooling around is one thing. Telling crazy stories is one thing, but actually getting naked with a boy you don't even know and letting him pop you right on the desk there is just too ... real! And what if he blabs?"

"Deny, deny, deny! Four against one is pretty good odds."

"What if someone walks in on us? What if we get caught in the act?"

"What if the fuckin' school falls down? What if the world explodes? What if, schmut if! Our friend is hurting inside, and the only way to make it right is to show her that we don't think any less of her for what she's done, and the only way we can really prove it to her is by doing the exact same stuff. Maybe even a little more. I love Trish, like a sister. I'd do anything for her. Wouldn't you? I know Michelle would have."

"Of course I love Trish too! But I dunno, Lize. Isn't there some other way?"

We were back at the library doors now.

"You just follow my lead, Henny Penny," Liza said.

I was afraid she'd say that. Because when she said that, I always did, and it always got me in trouble. Elizabeth Lewis was prettier than me and smarter than me and braver and crazier than me. And somehow doing everything she told me to, going along with all her crazy schemes made me sort of part of who she was. And that felt a lot less scary, a lot less like being nobody.

We spent the next half hour reading through the pages and pages of stories I'd printed out. We sat huddled in a circle around the table, leaning in and taking turns. We each read a page, and then passed it on to the girl to our left, around and around in a circle until the story was complete. Then we'd start another one. The challenge was to do all the voices and facial expressions as we read. When we got to the parts where the character was jerking the guy off, or sucking on his dick, we had to do the actions as we read. It was mostly for comedic effect, but I'm pretty sure there wasn't a single one of them who wasn't as horny as I was after a while.

"Oh, fuck me! Stick it in my tight little ass, Benjamin! I want it so bad! Make me your dirty little whore!" Sarah quoted, and she stood up and bent over the desk, offering her ass to an imaginary lover. "And Benjamin strolled up behind her and tugged her little black panties down with a deft snap of his wrists. He spit on his cock and rubbed it in with his hands. Then he guided the tip into the sweet puckering entrance of her..."

Sarah passed the next page to Liza. Liza got up, bent over the desk, stuck her ass in the air and then did something that shocked us all. She actually pulled her pants and panties down around her thighs before continuing her section. Her bare ass and pussy were exposed for all the world to see. Well, all three of us gals anyway. We all burst out laughing, nervously, excitedly, awkwardly laughing, crying "oh my God!" and covering our eyes as she waved her bare naked backside in the air, but she shushed us and continued the story.

" ... sweet puckering entrance of her tiny pink asshole. It was tight, but it went in. He added more spit and stroked the tip in and out, stretching her wide open as he advanced. Mary-ann reached down to massage her clit as he penetrated her. Her ass gyrated lusciously, taking more and more of him in..."

To our further shock, chagrin, and amusement, Liza actually began massaging her clit as she read, just like the character in the story. Her voice was getting shaking and her breathing was getting deeper. We could see her doing it and we were simultaneously shocked and terrified, but intensely aroused at the same time. At any moment Cumgargle, or even Principal Davis himself could come strolling in to check up on us, and how would we ever talk our way out of that? Nevertheless, she boldly continued.

The story went on through the fuck, and subsequent orgasm of both Benjamin and Mary-Ann. And to our immense astonishment, Liza actually brought herself off right before our eyes, there on the table. Her little fingers fiddled and stroked at her privates in all the right places. I couldn't take my eyes off of them, though I was peeking through my spread fingers. Her pussy was all pink and pouty, slimy with her wetness, and puffed out, swollen-looking. And she was so gorgeously unashamed that it was making me swollen and puffy and wet just watching her. Before long, she was panting out the last few lines of the story with obvious ecstasy.

" ... and she came, squeezing and churning on his cock with every muscle in her being. His ... come jetted out ... into her ... and she ... uh ... she ... ah god ... she came with a cry of ... ecstassss..."

That's all she could get out. She was grinding hard now, not talking, not even breathing, just wound up with fifty thousand pounds of tension and about a million volts of sexual energy, and she was exploding with it all, inside herself, in some secret place only she could feel. When it was all over we sat quietly for a few minutes waiting for her to catch her breath.

"Oh God ... Oh God ... I'm shaking all over ... I can't stop shaking..."

Eventually she slid off the table and plopped back into her chair, still shuddering and sighing, taking deep slow breaths with her head resting on the desk. Finally she slid her pants and panties back up with a quick little tug and passed the story over to me. I noticed her fingers were slick and wet, but I didn't say anything. She wiped them on one of the socks in her backpack when nobody was looking (except me).

"Top that, bitch," she said.

I tried my best, but I honestly didn't think I was nearly as sexy as Liza. I read the first page of the next story and by the end of it, I was sitting on the table, with my skirt up and my panty crotch tugged aside, masturbating myself and giving some imaginary guy named Devon the come on with my free hand.

"Come fuck me, Devon. I'm so wet and ready for you. I know I'm tight, but if we work together we just might be able to get your big fat cock inside me. What do ya say?"

My hands were shaking as I held the paper. I had to admit the masturbation felt really fucking good after building up so much tension all morning—first the photos on the cam, then the printed stories, then the confessions. I was ready to burst. I'm embarrassed to say so, but when the page was done, I didn't pass it over. I just dropped it on the table and kept right on diddling myself. I just had to finish. Liza and Sarah stared with awe as I did it, but Trish put her head down, trying to pretend she was somewhere else I guess. I tried my best to ignore them, to concentrate on the feelings tingling through my pussy. It was right there, that super sexy climaxy feeling, but I couldn't seem to bust it free for some reason. I diddled faster. I shut my eyes and imagined this Devon guy, whoever he was, licking and sucking my clit. But it wouldn't burst free. Finally I gave up, winding down to a slow shivering grinding motion and finally, dropping down off the table.

"You're up, Trish," I said.

"This is stupid," Trish said, snapping her head up from the desk. "We should get an actual boy in here and have some real fun."

Three out of four jaws dropped. Six pairs of eyes widened, gaping at Trish.

"Are you serious?" Liza asked her. "Cause Kimmy and I were just talking about that on the way to the bathroom, how we should sneak a guy into the quiet room and have some real adventure."

"I showed her the back door," Sarah said, "While you guys were gone. If we need to sneak out, we can go through there, maybe one at a time."

"But what would we even do with a boy in here?" I asked Trish, testing her new-found resolve. I honestly thought she was just teasing us all with that statement, but she looked dead serious.

"I dunno," she said. "Whatever."

"Whatever could mean a lot of things, girl."

"What ... ever..." she repeated emphatically, flaring her eyes at Liza, letting us know she wasn't fooling around.

"Fine then," Liza said. "Here's the new dare, Trish. Since you didn't bring an object for us to fool around with, you've still gotta finish your secret assignment. Go get us a boy. That's something we've all never had, that we're not supposed to have, that can make our lives way more interesting for the next hour. Go through the storage room, out the exit by the boy's bathroom, and lure someone back in here. The first boy who comes along. Just don't get caught."

"Well, not the first guy who comes along," I said, quickly correcting her. "No one skuzzy or anything."

"Yeah! And no one nerdy!" Sarah added.

"And no douchebag jocks or anything," Liza also added. "God, someone like that would blab to the world."

"Find someone shy," Sarah said.

"And quiet," I added.

"And cute!" Liza blurted, but Trish was already opening the back door, waving us all away like she knew exactly what she was doing and didn't need our help. She disappeared into the store room and we shut it behind her.

"Holy fucking shit!" Liza said. "She's really gonna do it!" Then, more seriously she added, "Holy fuckin' shit! She's really gonna do it!"

We waited in a silence so thick you could probably mold it into a brick shape and clobber someone with it. It was two minutes after eleven.



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Chapter 7


While Trish was gone, Liza filled Sarah in on her little scheme to restore our best friend's self-confidence. She explained the rationale the same way she'd explained it to me. Sarah blanched a bit, but she steadied herself quickly enough. It was for Trish, Liza explained.

"I'd do anything for any one of you," Sarah answered. "I don't care. If it came down to it, I'd bend over this desk and let Principal Davis himself fuck me right in the ass, if any one of you were in a jam and that was the only way out of it. I don't even care. Fuck away, Principal Davis. My BFFs need me."

Then she hugged us, and we all took a few deep breaths, steadying ourselves for whoever walked through that door with Trish, and whatever he felt like doing to us. I was feeling kinda tingly all over, and a little bit dizzy. I'm not sure whether it was the booze, the tension in the air, or a combination of both. All I know is that I absolutely could not sit still, even when I was sitting still.

"We're running out of time before lunch," Liza said. "Whatever we're gonna do we have to do it fast. No pussy-footing around. We're here to suck, fuck, get spermed on, swallow—anything. And we gotta do it fast."

"But we can't just rape him the minute he walks through the door!" I protested. "It's hard enough going along with this little plan of yours. I'm not gonna be able to throw myself at him like a hardcore porn star the second he's got his pants off!"

"Me neither," Sarah admitted. "I mean, I'll do anything, like I said, but we at least need some time to build up to it. I don't wanna feel like a total ho."

"And we'll need privacy too! What if someone walks in on us right in the middle of it? That's even worse than getting caught drinking on school grounds, never mind smoking. 'Oh, hey Principal Davis. I'm writing my essay on teen sexuality and I thought I'd do some first-hand research. Wanna join in?' No way, sister!"

"Alright, fine!" Liza said. "We'll play spin the bottle or something. The loser has to take the lucky boy into the store room and do whatever he says ... for, like, three minutes. Is that private and casual enough for you too?"

"Sure," Sarah said. "But what if he asks why we're doing all this shit with him? What do we tell him?"

"We'll tell him it's a game of truth or dare, and we needed a guy because we're not lesbos."

"I have sort of a sick question," I said.

"What now?" Liza asked, like I was an insubordinate employee in her struggling operation.

"What do we do about the ... um ... blood? I mean, if it goes all the way, and I assume it will, there's bound to be some bleeding, right? I mean, first time and all. And I know I'm definitely still a virgin down there."

"Me too," Sarah said.

"We'll use the curtain or something. I don't know! Just don't get it on your clothes!"

And Sarah laughed out loud at that.

Suddenly Trish burst back in the room from the back door. We all jumped. Good thing it was a quiet room.

"Okay! I got someone!" she announced, shutting the door behind her, and backing up against it. She was panting a little.

"That was fast!" Liza said.

"Who is it?" Sarah wanted to know. I think we all did.

"Just... someone," Trish answered, grinning.

"Well where is he?"

"He's waiting in the storage room. I wanted to make sure the coast was clear."

"Good call," I said.

"Well the coast is clear," Liza said. "Bring him on."

She ducked back into the exit and we waited without a whisper for them to emerge again. After about thirty-five-million million seconds or so, I finally realized that I'd been holding my breath the whole time and suddenly puffed out a big sigh when I realized it. Thirty-five-million more seconds passed before the door finally opened again. Trish came in, and then pulled a boy in behind her.

It was Charles Scott. Oh my God! Not him!

She shut the door behind him and we stared with dumb-struck faces. Now that there was a real live boy standing there in front of us, it was no longer a game, no longer a fantasy. Least of all for me. I actually knew Charles Scott you see. He'd had a crush on me since grade six. He used to write me love letters and follow me home from school. Unfortunately, since he was so plain looking, boring, and completely unexceptional in any conceivable way, I completely ignored him, even to the point of not even mentioning him to Liz, Sarah, Trish, or Michelle. He was like wallpaper. He wasn't ugly or anything, but if he never said anything to you, he'd completely disappear. He was perfect for what we needed him for, but why, oh why did it have to be Charles Scott?

He looked at us all, from one girl to the next, and finally gazed long and hard at me. Then he looked away to Trish again, waiting for his next instruction.

"Ladies," Trish said, "this is Charley."

"Hi, Charley!" Sarah said, beaming like a light bulb of way too high a wattage for the socket it found itself in.

Liza said hi too. I just nodded, frantically trying to think of some way out of this. My brain went blank on me though. I was stuck.

"How did you ever talk this boy into following you in here?" Liza asked, honestly baffled. Charles looked like he was afraid of his own shadow.

"I told him we have homework to do, and that we needed someone smart to help us with it. It's cheating though, so we had to sneak him in. Right, girls?"

"Exactly!" Liza agreed. Sarah and I nodded. I was still sitting there horrified at the idea of giving my virginity away, offering it up to a boy I'd completely ignored for nearly two whole years because he was far too ordinary even to say three words to: Get lost, Charles! Soon he would be fucking me, and there was not a goddamn thing I could do about it. I'd go from not even giving him the time of day to "Stick it in me, baby! All the way in! Make me a woman!" Oh, irony!

Oddly enough, he never paid any special attention to me there in the quiet room. I expected him to stare with longing, even to throw himself on his knees before me, but he barely even looked at me for more than a glance, after that first gaze he'd given me. Liza introduced us all, and he nodded at us.

"Well, let's get down to work then," she said, and we all sat down. It was just after eleven.

For some strange reason, Liza grabbed up the porn story off the table and started reading it out loud. We all turned red as cherries and started giggling while she jabbered away about an oaken hard cock sliding in and out of slippery wet sex tunnel that crushed him with "the vice-like enthusiasm that only a young lady could muster", and a cum shot that splattered across the girl's "rampantly jostling bosoms". Charles stared with shock and amazement and confusion, as though he were wondering if this was all some sort of crazy dream. Finally, after Liza concluded the story with the girl licking the man's "sweet syrupy nectar from her delicate little fingers" and then diving down to "harden him in her eager little mouth once more", Charles spoke.

"Is this some sort of joke?"

Liza looked up at him, and then explained that we were supposed to write a short story with any theme we desired. She said it so matter-of-factly that for a moment there, he actually believed she planned to submit that hot little number as her assignment.

"Well he said it could be on any theme we wanted, didn't he?"

We of the fairer sex nodded.

"And he never said we couldn't write about sex. There's only one little problem though. None of us are actually sure what real sex feels like. So we were hoping you could sort of help us out ... purely in the interests of academic research, of course."

"Help ... you ... out?" he said. The look on his face was priceless. He looked like he'd just seen ten buckets of puke set out before him that he was expected to chug before the timer reaches zero. Surely we weren't that bad, were we? Why did he look so comically horrified?

"Yes. With the sex part. Show us what it feels like."

So much for spin the bottle, I thought to myself, smirking. We probably should have gone with the original plan. Charles looked so shocked, I honestly wondered if he would turn around and flee at any second.

He shook his head, looking down at the desk, smiling now.

"Okay. Shut up. Ye'r just yankin' me. You're obviously not turning in that story for your assignment. And I can't imagine you're really serious about wanting to have sex for real, right here in the school. And even if you were, I don't think-"

And suddenly Liza jumped up and kissed him. He stiffened in her grip, but she held onto him, not letting him go until he slowly relaxed in her arms. And when he finally did relax, she still didn't let him go. She just kept kissing him, open mouthed, tongues dancing, like she hadn't eaten in two weeks and he'd hidden an ice cream sundae down his throat somewhere and she damn well meant to slurp it right out of him. Holy banana split, Batman! Finally she broke away and gasped for air.

"He tastes like chocolate! You've been eating chocolate, Charley?"

"Let's see!" Sarah squealed, and next thing he knew, he was being spun around to kiss her as well. She apparently did not intend to be outdone by the slightly older Elizabeth Muriel Lewis. But then of course Liza slid up behind him and began kissing him all over the back of his neck and his ears as well. Trish and I just stared in awe as the two of them devoured the boy like he was made of chocolate instead of merely tasting like it. Well, they didn't literally bite into him or anything, but they were sucking on him and licking him in various places around his head and neck, his mouth mostly.

Then Liza grabbed the boy's hands, which were thrust out to each side like Sarah's body was ten thousand degrees hotter than hell and he didn't want to get burned, and she slid them down the girl's back and pressed them into her ass. Man, she had a nice ass! It looked even nicer being squeezed like that. I'm no lezbolicious or anything, but at that moment, I wanted to give it a few squeezes myself. He seemed hesitant to molest her though, but Liza held his hands there, stroking and massaging her cute little butt until he finally gave in and gave it a squeeze on his own. She moaned. And you could see how badly he was shaking.

"Gonna come get some?" Liza asked me. She was massaging his ass now, and suddenly her hands reached around the front to grab at his now bulging erection. And that's when he put a stop to it. He pulled away violently the moment she touched the front of his pants. He broke Sarah's kiss and backed right into the corner like a trapped raccoon. The two of them stood shocked, palms turned upward, shaking their heads as if to ask "What the fuck?"

"Okay. Shut up. This isn't real. This is some kind of prank. You're setting me up for something. There's no way you like me that much!"

Liza adjusted the story right there on the spot. She had to. The boy was freaking out.

"Alright, alright, alright! I'm sorry. I didn't mean to scare you," she said. "We're going way too fast. I see that now. But I assure you this is not a prank. We really do want to do this with you."

"So you can hand in a more realistic porn story to the principal? Yeah freakin' right!"

"Okay, that was a lie too. I just read that cause I thought it might get you in the mood. The truth is..." she paused trying to think up a lie. I jumped in with a gem of my own.

"It's our friend Michelle's birthday tomorrow," I said. "And all of us made a promise that we'd lose our virginity by the time we were fifteen. And Michelle would have been fifteen tomorrow, so we're sort of doing this for her, to keep our promise. Does that make sense, Charles? Will you help us?"

It wasn't really Michelle's birthday, and there wasn't really any such pact between the five of us, but he didn't know that. It sounded just crazy enough to be true, crazy enough to keep him from fleeing like a rabbit in the farmer's garden anyway.

"Michelle? Michelle Sebastian?" he said. He looked like he knew exactly who she was. The whole school knew, I guess. The whole town knew her after the car accident was all over the news for two whole weeks.

"We all love her to pieces and we just want to do this for her," Liza said. "For her birthday. Sorry if we came on too strong. We just wanted to go for it before we lost our nerve."

"Yeah," Sarah agreed. "Sorry. We shouldn't have done that without your say so."

"Why me?" he wanted to know.

"Mostly because you were walking by at exactly the right time," Trish said. "It could have been anybody."

"I was sneaking to my locker to get some chocolate-covered raisons," he said. "I didn't really eat any breakfast. I told my teacher I wasn't feeling well and needed to go to the bathroom..."

"So she won't be too concerned if you're not back in class right away. You can just say you got sick or something."

"I guess. But..."

"It's also because you're a nice guy, Charles. We told Trish to grab someone who's not gonna go blabbing to all his friends about how he scored with us."

"And we also told her to get someone cute," Sarah added. "And you're definitely cute, in a shy kinda way. And such a good kisser!"

"Must be the chocolate," he answered. "I've never even kissed anyone before."

"So you won't blab to your friends?" Liza asked him.

"I don't really ... have many friends. Well ... any friends, I mean."

We were all quiet for a moment and I could tell every single one of us girls were all thinking the exact same thing. We all felt sorry for the poor guy. He was like a little lost puppy dog, and we suddenly wanted to make this the most amazing afternoon of his entire life.

But before we could do or say anything else, there was a rumbling thump and the main door started opening.



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Chapter 8


"Cumgargle!" Liza blurted out at the woman who emerged into the room like a bad smell from a bathroom door. "I mean ... Mrs. Cargingle! What's up?"

The woman paused for a moment, sneering at her, and then looking around the table at the rest of us from where she stood in the doorway. We sat around the stack of porn stories. She was looking at our faces. We looked like we'd just robbed the Federal Reserve Bank and were caught dividing up the plunder. Sarah looked fucked, sitting across from me. Charley had dived under the desk so quickly, he had his hand shoved right into her crotch for all we knew. The look on her face made it seem like that's exactly what was going on. Charley's hand was on my thigh and his cheek was against my knee. I was damn near having a conniption from the combination of tensions in the room. Why, oh why, did I have to wear a skirt that day?

"Mr. Davis called me. He told me to remind you ladies not to forget to drop off your assignments before noon."

"We're just finishing them up now," Liza stammered. I was simultaneously thanking the heavens that we had stacks of paper all over the desk to make it look like we were actually working, and horrified that she might notice they were type-written pages from a computer. Charley's hand squeezed my thigh, ever so gently, I felt it like it was a full-on grope though, and much to my astonishment, it actually made my privates tingle a bit. I was getting damp too. What the fuck?

Then his hand shot up my thigh. I think he might have lost his balance or something. His hand jerked up and suddenly gripped my inner thigh hard, halfway up to my privates. I gasped out loud for no apparent reason as a new rush of tingles shot through my entire lower body. It was insane! My legs snapped shut like a bear trap, blocking any further advance and I coughed nervously, trying to cover the slapping sound. Of course all this happened in a microsecond and Cargingle looked at me like I was on drugs. Sarah giggled nervously. "Sorry. Leg cramp," I offered.

"Well, don't keep him waiting. It's ten-to now." And she backed out of the room like we were a bunch of monkeys in a cage, eyeing her up as a target for our shit grenades. She hauled the door shut with a boom and we groaned with relief. I reached down and shoved Charley's hand away, snapping my thighs shut, but I didn't say anything about his apparent slip. Trish immediately snatched up every single porn page from the table top and stuffed them into my bag.

"Get your homework out! Quick!" I said, and all three of them did. Suddenly I felt a soft little kiss on my thigh. My pussy immediately churned, awash with tingles and new wetness and I jumped from the shock of it. And when I say I jumped, I mean I threw myself backwards and fell right out of my chair. I bonked my head on the padded wall too. Good thing it was padded. I fell flat on my back. My legs went up and over and my panties were suddenly exposed for all of them to see. Boom! Of course the three of them burst out laughing.

"Don't you at least wanna wait until he gets his pants off, KC?" Liza asked me, laughing her ass off at the tumble I'd taken. I got myself up glared at Charles. He peered at me sheepishly from under the table.

"Let's just get the assignments to Davis. We'll worry about who does what to whom after that."

So we gathered them up, one assignment each, and stacked them into a pile. I was still flustered. I was still wet. I was still feeling that soft little kiss on my thigh, pretending to be incensed by it of course, but holy Christ on a Harley was I ever horny! It felt more weird than welcome. Honest to God. I'd never been that horny before, in all my life, and I didn't know how to take it. It was like my body had taken off to Venus on autopilot and I was trapped in a cubicle in the lavatory.

"Don't you bitches start without me!" I said, and forced myself out the door.

And now came the hard part: I had to walk into Principle Davis's office feeling like I would collapse in shuddering heap if someone didn't ravish me like a fifty-cent hooker in the next four and a half seconds. My hands were shaking, my eyes were blurry, my mouth was dry, my stomach was doing these crazy flip-floppy things all over the place, my legs felt all rubbery like I'd run a marathon, my nipples were all hard and tingly, my skin felt like it wanted ... no needed to be touched in every single place, like I was covered all over in butterflies and only a lover's caress could shoo them all away. Even my freakin' scalp was tingling. And worst of all, my panties were soaked right through. The goddamn wetness was just about running down my thighs! It should have felt amazing, I guess, but mostly I was just scared, scared and partly annoyed. Mostly because it was goddamn little Charley Scott who had caused it! Why did it have to be him?

Somehow I made my way through the school and got to the office. The secretary looked up at me like I'd just murdered a thousand newborns and drank their blood in the name of Kubahla-Krull the Unholy. I hardly noticed her glare though. It took all my concentration trying not to walk like a marionette with an arthritic puppeteer.

"Mr. Davis is expecting you."

I went right in.

Principal Davis was at his desk, with a phone against his ear, scribbling notes on a pad of paper. He didn't even look up at me when I walked in the office. I stood staring at him, mortified with myself all over again. I'm not sure if it was the booze, or the hormone overload, or both, but for some reason, he ... well, he actually looked sorta sexy. He was calm and strong, and in control of shit, and something inside me started imagining him fucking me very hard across his desk. I was screaming at myself to stop it, but it wouldn't stop. And the fucked up fuck-me-hard-right-fucking-now feeling flowing all through my body got even worse.

And that's when I notice he was staring at me, asking me a question.

"Huh? What?" I said, shaking my head.

"I said have you got the morning's assignments?"

"Yes. Here they are."

"Oh good. I'm glad you four were able to get everything done so far. I was a little worried that you'd all spend the whole time..."

Fuck me now! Fuck me hard! Fuck me now! Fuck me hard! The phrase was repeating in my brain like an ancient tribal drum beat, over and over, drowning everything else out. I didn't hear a goddamn word he said. What the fuck was wrong with me? At some point he nodded at me to leave the pages on his desk and go. I did. But he was looking at me strangely as I approached. I felt like I was walking through a tank full of strawberry jam, like every motion was a massive effort of will and in super slow motion too. I got there though, and dropped the homework on his desk.

"You okay?" he asked me.

"Sure. Fine. Great," I stuttered out.

"How are the other girls? You keeping them in line?"

"Yup."

"Good. See you at four o'clock."

And then I turned, and suddenly the room was a tank full of rushing water, blasting me right out the door.

"It's the booze," I told myself. "It's just the booze. Not enough to get a cat drunk my ass! This kitty is as sloshed as a sailor on shore leave."

And it was a good thing too. Cause now I had to go and get my cherry popped, in the middle of the school, by a boy who was suddenly the god of everything sexy and desirable in my hormone-addled brain. And the strangest feeling of all was the horrifying jealous notion that for some reason the girls had gone ahead and started without me, getting fucked by the sexy little bastard one after another, wearing him out before I even got there. I quickened my pace until I was just about running.



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Chapter 9


They hadn't started without me of course. Charley hadn't even emerged from under the table. The three of them were sitting there, quietly waiting for my return. And the boy was still crouched under the desk as though there was a tornado warning in effect and all the root cellars were full. I slid back into my chair, crossing my legs modestly, but wanting to sprawl them open like a dirty little tramp. I'm not a dirty little tramp of course, but the urge was there. For some reason I wanted to show Charley my panties.

"Did he buy it?" Liza asked me.

"Huh? What?"

"Did Principal Davis have any suspicions about the assignments?"

"Oh! Nah. He didn't even look at them. I was only in his office for like eighteen seconds."

"Cool. So far so good."

"Yeah."

Now everyone was quiet. We all knew what was supposed to come next, but none of us seemed in any hurry to get started—not even Liza. She just sat there, looking back and forth between me and Sarah and Trish, her chin on her hands, a lock of hair in her face. We were all staring around at each other like that, actually. Nobody smiled. Nobody talked. We just stared, sometimes blinking, sometimes sighing. And the unspoken question hung in the air like a little storm cloud: what now?

Suddenly Sarah's eyes widened. Her mouth curled into a weird little flinch and she drew in a long breath that sounded like a super slow motion gasp. We looked at her, furrowing our brows. What the hell? And then we heard her breathing go all shaky. Short shivering breaths quivered in and out of her and we looked at her like she was crazy. She curled a finger downward and pointed. Then her eyes closed. With her eyes closed and her mouth open, she looked like she was in ecstasy, and then she looked like she'd sat on a thumbtack or something. And then ecstasy again. And we finally figured out why. Apparently Charley was down there, touching her in a certain extra-sensitive place, going boldly where no boy had gone before. Then her eyes snapped open again and her breathing ceased altogether. Her palms dropped flat on the table and she seemed to be tensed in every muscle in her body. Then he ceased whatever he had been doing and she relaxed again. Well, she was pretty shaky still, but not frozen like a statue or anything.

Trish stiffened next. Sarah looked over at her and nodded. She looked back at Sarah and began breathing in quick little gasps. She was being touched in the hoo-ha region as well. The three of them were wearing pants. I was wearing a skirt. What would he do when he got to me?

He stroked and prodded at her for a couple of minutes and then moved on to Liza. Liza sat almost calmly while it happened, flinching only a few times here and there. She seemed more curious than excited. She actually looked more like she was trying to remember what time her favorite TV show came on that night than anything else. It was sorta funny. Obviously the boy didn't really know what he was doing. He was just sort of poking around, stroking randomly, touching all over. Liza apparently knew it. Not that she was an expert at being felt up by a boy or anything. She was just cooler and more analytical about it I guess. The other two had been so surprised that they were actually being touched that they were nearly freaking out when it happened. How would I react? I was soon to find out.

Sure enough, I suddenly felt a warm little hand sliding along the bare skin of my thigh. I still had my legs crossed and I didn't know whether to uncross them. All three of them were staring intently at me, studying my face, focused on my reactions. They knew I was wearing a skirt and something told me they were a tad envious of that. The hand slid up my thigh and found only another thigh, barring its access to my inner secrets. It probed a little between them, but soon gave up. I was so badly torn right then, between throwing my legs open for him like a Wal-mart on welfare day, versus staying exactly the way I was. I'm pretty sure Sarah had spread for him, allowing him to touch her right on the crotch of her thin little stretch pants. And I'm sure Liza had too. I had no idea what Trish had done, though by her reaction I guessed she apparently had felt... something.

They looked inquiringly at my lack of reaction. I was just sitting there, mostly calm, though I should have been reacting the hardest, being the one in the bare legs and all, and only a thin little strip of cotton covering my special area. It was then that I figured out why I was so reluctant to open up for him. My panties were soaking wet and I was mortified that he would think I peed myself or something. If I'd been any calmer (and dryer) down there, I would have thrown the amusement park gates wide open like long ago. But as it happened, I just sat there like a nun.

And then I felt the little kisses again. I shivered all over and my legs twitched toward opening. I held back though, chained down by my self-consciousness. More kisses fell, delicate, gentle, worshipful kisses, dabbing around on my knees and lower thighs, enticing them to open, like a bee at a flower. I held back though. I denied his caress. And now I was feeling self-conscious above the table as well. They were staring at me so expectantly I felt like I was letting them down. So I let my face relax into a mask of gratification—not total gratification or anything, but enough to make them smile mischievously at me. Little did they know he was nowhere near my privates.

And now the storm cloud hung even thicker. What now?

Liza pulled a sheet of paper out of the bag beside her chair. She grabbed a pen and started writing furiously, grinning like the devil himself as she did. I saw our names, but she covered up the rest with her other hand. She was apparently making a list of some sort. I was pretty sure I could guess what it was. When she was done, she began tearing the page into strips, with a listed item on each one. She pulled one of the shoes out of her bag and dropped the folded strips into it one at a time. She pulled the other shoe out and put our names in that one. Oh great. Here we go. I could only imagine what naughty little dares she'd written on those strips.

"Come on up here, Charley," she said.

Charley's eyes popped up above the edge of the table and that's it. He looked incredibly cute, like a little fox who'd been in the hen house and was checking if the coast was clear. He blinked a few times, looking around at us.

"Here's what we're gonna do. I've written your names on these strips in one shoe, and some dares on these strips in the other shoe, and Charley's gonna draw one out. If you don't want Charley to do the dare on you, nobody's gonna force you, just skip your turn and maybe the next time you'll get something less crazy. If you don't want to do anything right here in the open, you can go with him into the store room and do it there."

We all stared at her, swallowing nervously.

"Is everybody in?" she said.

We nodded slowly, looking around at each other for reassurance.

"You in, Charles?" she asked him.

He nodded, looking surprisingly dismayed for someone who was about to enjoy more female attention than any of his classmates with get for years to come.

"The only catch will be we have to put a time limit on each turn. I mean, we can't have one person take a half hour and another taking thirty seconds. We'll set it at three minutes. No more. No less. How's that?"

We all agreed.

"Alright then? Everybody ready?"

"What kind of stuff did you write down?" Trish wanted to know. Sarah and I were morbidly curious too.

"The dares? You really wanna know?"

"Of course! D'uh!" Sarah said. "It's our bodies were laying down for this little game of yours. At least let us know the stakes."

"Alright. I'll pull out a couple examples." She fished in the name-shoe and pulled out, "Liza. Me." She giggled and then pulled out a dare from the other shoe. We all held our breath, even Charley. "Liza gets..." she unfolded the paper. "Liza gets a vagina massage."

"A what? What's that mean?" Trish asked. "Vagina massage?"

"It means he feels me up down there, inside the panties, for three minutes, with his hand. No more. No less. I put massage though, cause feel up sounds kinda corny, like some stranger grabbing a feel on the bus or something."

"Ew!" Sarah said. "You got felt up on a bus?"

"No! I'm just saying!"

"Kay. What else?"

She put the first two back in the shoe and drew the next examples out.

"Sarah!" she announced, reading the name.

"Gets?" Sarah prompted.

Liza opened the second paper. "Sarah gets ... to blow our good friend Charley here. Nice!"

"But I don't know how!" She turned cherry red again and hid her face in her hands.

"Practice makes perfect," Liza said, winking at Trish.

"Next!" I said. I was secretly hoping she'd pick my name. The whole thing felt surreal, but I was pretty sure it would burst into full color reality as soon as I had a specific image to slip into the frame.

"Okay ... Let's see now ... Oh! Kimberly Clark, come on down!"

"Go, Kimmy, go!" Sarah said, grinning.

"Kimberly gets ... a hug."

"A hug!? What the fuck?" Sarah was laughing now. "I had to blow the guy and she gets away with just a hug?"

"Luck of the draw, girl."

"But this is dumb," I said. "It's not gonna work."

"Why not?" Liza wanted to know.

"Well, Sarah's right, first of all. After a blowjob, a hug or a kiss or whatever else is in there is just gonna feel lame. And besides, what if Charley doesn't even want to sit around hugging for three minutes after getting a blowjob from someone else?"

"And what if he blows his nut and rolls over and goes to sleep?" Sarah added, smirking. Charley gave a baffled stare, as though astonished that anyone could even suggest such a thing.

"Well what do you geniuses suggest then?" Liza said.

"Why don't we just write all those dares down in a list from easiest to hardest, and all of us do each one, one after another? That way nobody's getting a peck on the cheek after someone else just went all the way to San Jose, know what I mean?"

"I like that idea better too," Trish said. "Cause what if we spend all afternoon on the silly stuff and one or two of us haven't even done anything major yet by the time the day is over? I kinda like the idea of all of us doing this stuff together, at the same time."

"And plus," I said. "It'll also give us time to get warmed up before the big event, if we've been kissed and ... massaged as you put it for a while first. If we just pulled out 'bust my tight little virgin cherry the first round, that would kinda be ... difficult."

I was massively horny, nearly squirming in my seat over it, but even in that state I knew that just getting a dick shoved in me all of the sudden would just feel ... wrong. I at least wanted to be kissed and maybe fondled a little before it happened. I'm not sure how I knew this, being a total virgin at the time. I just knew it's what my body wanted. Warm the engine before you throw it in drive, mom used to say. She said that about the car, but it made sense now in this context too.

Liza thought about it. Then she took out another sheet of paper and started re-writing her list.

"Alright, you pussies. Have it your way. Here's the official list of sex acts that each of us are gonna go through by the end of the day. We'll each get three minutes to do each thing with Charley before moving on to the next level. Anyone who feels like they're not ready for any of these things, back out now or forever hold your peach."

"Don't you mean peace?" I asked. "Forever hold your peace?"

"Whatever," Liza said. "Forever hold your goddamn precious little cherries, you dorks."

"Hey!" Sarah objected. "None of us are saying no to this. We just don't want it to be so ... random."

She passed around the list. There was a hierarchy of dirtier and dirtier sex acts from hugging, kissing, and fondling, all the way up to oral sex and full-out fucking, though Liza had referred to it as "San Jose". I got even hornier just thinking about it. The only problem now would be waiting nine minutes between the kiss I so desperately wanted and having my tingling little boobies fondled. There would also be quite a gap between him going down on me and me finally getting popped. Maybe that was a good thing. Maybe it would drive me crazy with the wait.

"Happy now?" she asked when the Trish passed it over to her again. "Everybody in?"

"I just have one suggestion," Charley said. We turned to look at him, surprised at his sudden interjection. We'd hardly even given him any say in the matter. It was like we'd completely forgotten he was even there. No surprise really, but it seemed kinda funny considering what we were planning. We'd turned him into a walking dildo that we were gonna use on ourselves, and we'd barely even asked his permission. Still, what guy in his right mind would say no to doing four sexy young virgins in one day?

"I think we should still pick the names out of the hat, for each ... thing. That way nobody will feel left out. Cause, like, maybe one girl goes first for one thing, but she shouldn't always be first, you know? I dunno. You guys seem like you like to keep things fair."

"He's right," Liza replied. "We gotta be random about who does what first. Luck of the draw. Just so nobody's feeling left out."

"You guys are thinking way too hard about all this," Sarah said. "It's supposed to be fun! Not a race!"

"It's a big deal," Liza said. "Gotta make sure we do it right."

We all agreed, nodding.

"So then ... I guess now we pick the first name for the first ... dare," Sarah suggested.

"Now we quit talking about it and get down to losing our virginity for real," Liza added.

But then there was another thump on the door and it started opening. Charley ducked under the desk as quick as lightning. Luckily the damn thing took a few seconds to open. Mr. Davis walked in, carrying a tray of food. And that's when I realized I was now sitting in front of Charles with my legs wide open, offering myself up to him like dessert on a platter.

"Hoo. It's warm in here," Mr. Davis said.

No freakin' kidding. Was it ever!



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Chapter 10


Lunch was soup, sandwiches, and a little bowl of vanilla pudding, along with four cans of juice from the vending machine once again. They were orange and apple juice this time, nothing fancy to fight over. The sandwiches were all the same too—ham n cheese on rye. And the soup was some kind of murky orange vegetable concoction. It looked kind of pukey. We ate it though. We were all famished. I suppose that's what hours of unresolved sexual tension will do to a gal.

Mr. Davis stood chatting with us for a few minutes while we dug in. He complimented us on the assignments so far and asked us how we were like the snacks and lunches. He also told us to hand the assignments in to Mrs. Kreshmach in the office at 3:30, because he had to leave early for an appointment. He reminded us not to be late or we would be docked marks. I was worried I would choke on a mouthful of food if Charley felt me up down there again, but luckily he made no such move, other than probably staring dreamily into the gates of heaven. I'm pretty sure he was too terrified of getting caught by principal Davis to make a move. But I could feel the heat of his gaze on my damp little panty crotch the whole time. And once I think I might have felt his breath on my thigh. Ooh-wee!

Then Davis was gone. I was already half done my soup and sandwiches by then. The door shut with a boom. The room was silent for a moment. Then Liza spoke up.

"First one to suck up their pudding with no hands wins! Go!"

And we all dove in like wild animals, lapping, sucking, and slurping up the goo in a crazed frenzy. Sarah had the toughest time of it with a half-chewed bite of sandwich still in her mouth when Liza fired the starting gun on this one, but she still got it all before Trish did.

When it was over we all looked over to see Charley peering over the edge of the table again, eyes wide. Then his mouth rose above the edge of the desk to mutter, "Damn ... that's hot..." Liza and Sarah had the creamy white slop on their faces still and Trish was still lapping hers up like a kitten. Sarah winked at him and leaned in to slurp a dribble off Liza's cheek.

"I got some on my crack too. Wanna lick that one up, Sarity?" Liza laughed. Sarah laughed as well, and started cleaning the goo off her own face with her fingers.

"You guys are sick," Trish muttered, but she was smirking while she said it.

Liza came in first. I came in second. Sarah came in third, and Trish was still delicately licking it up long after the contest was over. Finally she gave up and dug in with her spoon.

"I suck at these dares," she pouted.

"If you woulda sucked a little harder, you might have won!" Liza laughed.

"Yeah, yeah. Life's like that, I guess."

"So what does the winner win?" Sarah asked.

"Well the winner gets first go on the Lust List here of course!"

"Well that makes things easier for round one anyway," I said. "But we're still gonna have to draw names for the follow-up rounds."

"I got a better idea!" Sarah said. "How about we let Charley decide who was the best at each thing, and whoever he picks gets to be the first at the next thing." She picked up the list and scanned over it. "So who's ever the best hugger will get first go at kissing. Whoever's the best kisser will get first go at being felt up. And whoever's the best-"

"Hold on!" Liza cut in. "How can you be the best at being felt up? You don't even have to do anything?"

"What's the matter, pimple tits," I said, "scared you'll actually lose a round?" I smirked at her. For all of Liza's beauty and brains, she'd sure been short-changed in the boob department. I always teased her about it because I was only marginally more well-endowed than her. Sarah and Trish had whole handfuls already. I could barely fill an A-cup. And Liza was as flat as a boy. She hated it too. It was pretty much the only thing we could tease her about.

"We'll draw names for that round," she said sourly. "But just you wait till we get to the blowjob round. We'll see who's got it going on then."

"But none of us have done that before," Trish said, lying out loud for Charley's sake. "How can you be so sure you're better than us at it?"

Fortunately the other girls didn't call her on the lie. I'm pretty sure Sarah was about to, but then she stopped and just said, "Yeah..."

"Well, we'll see when it gets to that point, won't we?" Liza replied, and then stuck her tongue out at me. "Charley, take this paper and pencil and go into the store room. We'll send the girls in one by one, and when the last girl is done, you write their names down from best to worst and come back with the report card."

"But what if I can't decide? What if everyone's awesome at it? How the hell do I decide who's the best at sucking on me when I'll barely be able to stay conscious?"

The boy seemed genuinely terrified for some reason.

"Just do your best. Try to stay calm. If you can pick your favorite flavor of ice cream, you can do this."

Somehow I thought that was a catastrophic oversimplification, like telling someone if they know their ABCs, they should be able to write a new and improved draft of War and Peace. But Charley just shrugged and didn't argue.

"And just for arguments sake," Liza added, "why don't we just skip the hugging part of the list? It'll just waste twelve minutes."

"Why don't we just combine the first four all into one," I suggested. "Hugging, kissing, and fondling? That all counts as making out anyway right?"

"Alright. Alright. The first four will be grouped together then. So then it won't be a contest of chest size—which is totally unfair!—but a contest of who's the overall make-out expert."

"Me of course," Sarah said. "I've probably got the most practice at that."

She was right about that. She'd already had two boyfriends, and plenty of make-out sessions with them while the rest of us sat by enviously, trying not to stare, trying not to look too green. But still that was no guarantee she would win. It just gave her a head start maybe. I had a secret weapon. Charley had already been in love with me. I grinned when I thought of that.

"It's passion that makes you the best, not practice," Liza said. "Isn't that right, Charles?"

Charles gave a blank stare again. He honestly had no idea. He shrugged. He was so cute when he shrugged.

"So? Are we ready to begin now?" Liza asked, glancing around the table at each participant. Now it seemed like we were less terrified of the whole experience and more focused on winning the little contests. At least that's how I felt. I was still nervous. My belly was still a burning furnace of anxiety, but my mind was focused on the task at hand: defeating Liza and Sarah in a make-out contest.

"I won the jello contest, so I go first. Then Kimmy. Then Sarah. Then Trish. Everyone agreed?"

Charles started poking buttons on his watch.

"You got a stopwatch on that thing?" Liza asked.

"Actually I was setting the countdown timer for three minutes."

"Even better. Start the timer when we get started, and when it beeps, we'll break it off and send the girl next girl in."

"Is someone still gonna keep watch out in the library?"

"Nah. We'll be hidden away in the store room. If Cumgargle comes in we'll say the girl in question went to the washroom and forgot to ask permission. She's pretty clued out. I'm sure she'll buy it."

"While you're in there, clear off that couch for ... well, for ... later. You know."

My stomach spasmed just thinking about it and my panties got suddenly a little wetter. And somehow Charles looked even sexier than before. I felt like I was going insane, like my body had been car jacked by an escaped lunatic nymphomaniac, and I was just watching helplessly from the backseat. "You may start feeling a little funny about boys all of the sudden, and it can be a little confusing and scary," the sex-ed teacher had warned us a couple years back. Yet another catastrophic understatement. Yup. Them category five hurricanes can be a tad breezy. Better watch out.

It's a good thing Liza was to go first. None of us would have had the guts to just stand up and drag poor Charles into the storage room like she did. The doors shut behind them and the next four minutes passed in absolutely horrible slow motion, and in the blink of an eye at the exact same time. All I could think about was her kissing him in there, and what he was feeling about it. And then I was thinking what I would be feeling when I was kissing him, and being felt up by him, and feeling him up. There was this incredibly hot ball of ooze bubbling in my tummy and my legs were feeling weak and shaky. My hands too. But it wasn't entirely a bad thing, cause I was also tingly and warm all over. That hot ball of ooze was feeding some kind of energy in me that would be release at the slightest little touch he gave me. I could hardly wait. But I was also terrified.

And then I was thinking, what the hell is taking them so long? It's surely been three minutes by now. Is she trying to cheat by stealing a couple extra minutes with him?

"Maybe he forgot to start his watch," Sarah said. She looked as anxious as I was. Trish just looked tired.

Finally Liza came popping out of the door, all cool as a cucumber, with a raised eyebrow and a smirk.

"How was it?" I asked, getting up from my seat with surprising ease.

"Not bad at all," she said. "I feel all weird now."

"Weird? Weird like how?" Sarah asked.

"Weird like I just made out with a boy. It's weird."

"You'll get used to it," Sarah said, like she was some sort of jaded old porn star who'd forgotten more about pleasing men than Liza would ever know. I just rolled my eyes and ducked through the curtain and stepped through the door.

Apparently the reason they'd taken so long was that they'd spent the first couple of minutes clearing off the couch to sit on. Charles was sitting there, waiting for me. He had a strange smile on his face, like he was nervous as hell, but trying to look calm. I sat down beside him. There was about a half minute of silence. How the hell do you just grab a boy and start kissing him? I'd never done it before. I decided to talk to him instead. The silence was way too tense.

"Charley, I just wanted to say sorry to you before we started."

"Sorry for what?"

"For the way I treated you back then, in grade six. It wasn't very nice of me to--"

Zoom! He just grabbed me and cut me off with a hungry kiss. I stiffened for half a moment, shocked by his sudden forwardness, but then I dove right into it myself, kissing him back eagerly, energetically, thinking to myself that for the rest of my life I'd remember how my very first real kiss was with a boy named Charles Scott in the storage room on a Thursday afternoon at school.

His hand went to my breasts. I took them off my shirt and slid them under it instead. He took them off my bra and slid them under the bra instead. And then I was getting felt up for the first time. His hands were warm and kinda sweaty, but the touch was tingly and nice, and those tingles bounced around to other parts of me too. And then he was kissing me all over my face and neck.

"Whoops! Forgot to start the timer!" he said. And then he started it and we went back to kissing. I felt his tongue slide into my mouth and for some reason that made me go even crazier inside, that hot ball of ooze in my tummy finally burst and everything went all gooey in me. My hands were flying all over his body and before I knew it, he had me laid right back on the couch and was between my well-spread legs, rubbing himself against my panty crotch, right exactly where the bulge in the front of his pants was, and that made him moan into our kiss. If it wasn't for our clothes, he would be one shove away from fucking me for real.

He flipped my shirt up, yanked my bra down and sucked my left nipple into his kiss. It made me shiver like a bomb had gone off inside me, a bomb that jostled all those gooey wet tingles all over inside me, from my scalp to my tightly curled toes. Damn! His little tongue was clumsy, but so nice. I think the fact that he was so random and clumsy about it was turning me on even more. Don't ask me why. I haven't got a clue.

"I can't wait to suck on you, Charley," I whispered to him. "I want to be the best you've ever dreamed of ... better than your dreams!"

Then his watch beeped. He broke himself away from my desperate kiss and got up off me, and then right off the couch. He was panting and shaking, but he was apparently completely in control of himself. I looked up at him, my face astonished with arousal and hurt that he'd pulled away so suddenly.

"I'd love to stay with you like that all afternoon, but the other girls..."

And it was right then that I felt the very first hot sting of resentment. It was right then that I wanted him all to myself. I didn't want to share him anymore. I didn't want him pushing me away so he could try out the other gals. I wanted to be his favorite, his only. After all, wasn't he mine first?

I got off the couch too, adjusting my shirt, backing away from him, but my eyes were locked on his.

"Damn, you look so beautiful," he told me.

"Just promise me one thing," I said.

"Anything."

"Promise me that no matter who's the best at the blowjobs, you'll say it's me so that I can be the first to lose my virginity with you."

"I will. Now get going, before they get suspicious."

I went, now comforted with the secret knowledge that no matter what he did with the other girls, I still had his heart.

"I'm sorry I ever said no to you about anything," I said. "I never will again." And then I stepped through the door and let Sarah make-out with my guy.



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Chapter 11


The next item on the list, now that we'd grouped the first bunch together was getting felt up, directly, down there for three minutes. As you can imagine, the next six to ten minutes of waiting for that one were hell, especially watching the smug and over-confident Sarah marching in there to deliver the goods to Charley. She'd had the most practice kissing, making out, and such, but I had no idea how much or how often she'd been felt up. She definitely had nicer tits than me, and that was eating me up inside as I sat there waiting. They were big and round and bouncy, and he would absolutely love them. I couldn't help but stare at them as she walked out. I wanted to die.

"Took yer time, din'cha?" Liza said to me, smirking.

"He forgot to start the watch. Sorry. Not my fault."

"How was it?"

"It was nice. I don't really think the boy knows what the hell he's doing, but it was nice."

"Yeah. He was just kinda bungling around, kissing me, grabbing my shirt, grabbing my butt. It was cute."

"Yeah. Me too."

"You ready for the next round?"

"I hope so," I lied. I was actually dying for it.

Trish was sitting there with her chin on her hands. Her palms were on the tabletop. Her eyes flicked back and forth between us. She looked calm enough. In fact she looked like she wasn't really interested in any of this. She looked like she had places she'd rather be. Liza looked at her and then over at me again.

"I am gonna get so slutty with this boy, it's gonna blow his fuckin' mind!" she told me.

"My mind is already blown," I replied.

"I'm gonna be like, five times worse with him than Jess and her BF in those pics. What about you, Kimbo?"

I suddenly realized she was prompting me. She was looking directly into my eyes and yelling at me with her gaze to say something sleazy for Trisha's sake.

"Oh! Yeah! It's not even about any silly contest for me. I'm just so freakin horny right now I'm gonna go nuts. All those stories, and the pictures, and the booze I think. It's got me all crazy inside."

"I'm gonna let him sperm in my mouth. I'm gonna swallow it," Liza said.

"Maybe I'll let him shoot right in my face. That would be so nasty!" I replied. I was trying my best to sound convincing, but I don't think I pulled it off. The thought of a boy sperming in my face kinda grossed me out. But I went along with Liza.

"Gotta try everything once!" Liza said. "How bout you let him sperm in your face, and I'll lick it off you? That'll be super nasty!"

"Ew!" I said, but I was giggling now too, picturing Sarah and the vanilla pudding.

Then Trish spoke up.

"How much sperm do you two think this boy has?"

"I dunno. Enough?" Liza said.

"There's not really as much as you two probably think. Don't listen to those porn stories. It doesn't come out in great splattering gobs like a supersoaker or something. It's like ... it's like, have you ever had to take cough syrup? It's kinda like that. Just a spoonful or so. Maybe two. Not grape flavored or anything though."

"Are you sure?" I asked. "Maybe Joey was abnormal."

"Maybe Joey jerked off like five times that day and emptied himself out," Liza added.

"I'm pretty sure. I was watching the pics on Sarah's camera, and they all looked to be about the same as Joey was. I've been wondering if he was normal myself."

"You think Charles jerks off a lot?" Liza asked. "Maybe he emptied himself out too."

The door popped open and Sarah came out, all starry-eyed and dazed. We all looked at her like she had three heads or something. Her hair was messed up. Her shirt was all untucked, and one cup of her bra was still shoved up over top of her right boob. You could see it bulging in her shirt.

"You ... okay?" Trish asked.

"You look fucked, girl," Liza said.

Sarah sat down and let out a long sigh.

"Oh, I'm good," she said.

"That was way longer than three minutes," I said. "Cheater."

"Was it? I didn't notice," Sarah said. "I think I was laying on his watch when it beeped. Neither of us heard it."

"You're up, Trish. If you still wanna."

"Might as well. You bitches will never let me hear the end of it if I don't."

She got up and headed in.

As soon as the door was closed, Liza suddenly completely switched personalities again. It was almost scary. She went from the boy-dazzled minx persona to a calm, calculating authority figure in the blink of an eye.

"So how do you girls think she's doing? Was I over-doing it there, Kim? What do you think?"

"Over-doing what?" I asked.

"The whole slut thing! It wasn't too obvious was it?"

"Not to me. I honestly thought you were serious."

"Serious? With Charles Scott? What planet are you from?"

Sarah suddenly shook off whatever daze she was in and went back to her giggly, silly persona again too. I was instantly annoyed with both of them. I don't even know why.

"I bet I win this round," Sarah said. "You shoulda seen him moaning there. Ooh, God! I can still feel him squeezing them. I'm tingling all over."

"Whether you win this round or any of these rounds is not important, Sarah!" Liza said, a little too harshly. "What matters is that we look after Trish, make her feel okay about the past and all that."

"Yeah, I know. But we can have some fun too, right?"

"You guys can have all the fun you want with this little game. I couldn't care less. All I care about is Trish."

That stung a bit too. It was like she was saying she didn't even care if we got hurt in the process, as long as Trish was okay. I kept quiet though.

We were all quiet the rest of Trish's round. She came back out a few minutes later and surprised us all with an indifferent shrug, like she'd just come out of a convenience store to report that they didn't have her favorite flavor of Fritos and she had to get another kind. Had they just been sitting in there holding hands all that time? Her hair wasn't even tousled.

"You rock his socks off, T-Mart?" Liza asked.

"Sure. I guess."

"Well, we know she's not gonna win," Sarah giggled.

"He said he'll be out in a minute with the results."

Sarah clapped her hands like a little kid. She was apparently really into the whole contest thing.

"Everybody strip! Quick!" Liza announced.

"What!? Are you nuts?" I said, and Trish seemed to agree. But Liza was already whipping her shirt off and wiggling out of her jeans.

"Just for a minute, just to shock him! Come on! Go nuts!"

And then Sarah was stripping, too. Trish and I looked at each other and then at them.

"Come on! Quick! He'll be out any second!!"

And so I suddenly found myself stripping down to my panties for no reason at all other than Liza had told me to. Trish let out a resigned sigh and followed as well.

"Underwear too?" Sarah asked. "I'm whipping off my bra too!"

Her nipples were pointy pink little peaks on the front of her fat round globes of boy-fun. I was jealous as hell again.

"What if Davis walks in?" I demanded.

"What if Al-qaeda blows up the school? Live a little, grandma!" And Liza whipped off her bra too.

When Charles came strolling back in, he froze in his tracks halfway out of the curtain, finding us all sitting there bare naked except for our panties. His jaw dropped and he just stared for nearly a whole minute.

"How about that football game last week, huh?" Liza said. "Can you believe Nitro beat the Rockets?"

"I can't believe the cheerleading uniforms! Sooo cool!" Sarah replied.

"So who won?" Trish asked Charles, nodding down at the paper in his hand.

"Start from number four."

I had a pretty good idea how it would go. Number four would be Trish, of course. Number three would be Liza, just cause she had the smallest rack. And it would be a tie between me and Sarah for first place. Maybe Liza might have beaten me out just out of sheer wildness and inhibition, but probably not. Charles loved me. Maybe it was gonna go Liza, me, then Sarah, then Trish, if Liza had been really wild. I'd been guessing at all these things in the back of my mind ever since Trish came wandering out.

"Um ... Uh ... Sheesh. Okay. Number four. Um, number four was Liza."

"What!!!?" we all gasped together.

Liza suddenly turned red as a well-spanked ass.

"Sorry," he said. "Just being honest, like you asked me to. Nobody sucked, okay. It's not like that. This is the hardest choice I ever had to make. But in the end, I based it on who seemed like they really wanted to be with me, instead of just winning the contest. I didn't know what else to do because you were all amazing."

"I wanted to be with you!" Liza protested. "I was the one who dragged you in there, remember! How could you think-"

"Like I said, none of you were bad, if I go by what my dick says. My dick says you all win. But my mind says some of you were just trying to win this contest or maybe just out-do each other just for the sake of it. Sorry. That's the best I can explain it."

"Okay, so Liza. Then who was three?" Sarah asked. She seemed nervous now.

"Number three was Sarah. I mean ... she was amazing. I nearly came in my pants, but at the same time she seemed so far away ... like I wasn't even there ... like it coulda been anybody."

"It really could have been anybody," Liza joked.

"Phooey," Sarah said, crossing her arms under her breasts and pouting. They thrust up a bit more when she did that.

"Number two was Trish," Charles said. "I mean, she didn't even go crazy or anything, but she kept asking me is this okay? Is that okay? And it made me feel like it was really about me."

"And what did Kimmy do?"

"Well, for Kimmy it was the way she was looking at me. Like I was a famous movie star or something. It almost made me feel shy, but something in her eyes made me feel, I don't know. Special."

"So basically, you're saying Sarah and I were trying too hard."

"No. You were perfect. It's just ... I just don't want to feel like a guppy in a shark tank. I don't even know how to explain it. It just felt less scary with these two."

"So Kimmy, Trish, Sarah, then me for round two," Liza said.

"I guess so," Charles replied.

The whole thing had only lasted about twenty minutes, but already egos were bruised, resentments had flared up, and tension was stirring. What the hell was wrong with this picture? Wasn't sex supposed to be fun and adventurous? Carefree and brainless boinking just for the sake of getting yer rocks off? Heck we hadn't even gotten to the real sex yet.

We sat there, naked, staring at various floors and walls instead of at each other.

"Maybe we should just drop this whole contest idea," I suggested.

"Hell no!" Liza said. "I gotta win something! My reputation is on the line now!"

She was laughing, but I sensed an edge of tension in her voice.

"I just don't want anyone to get their feelings hurt," I continued. "It's supposed to be something good, your first time. Not a big tension-fest."

"Who's tense? Not me. The only feelings of mine that will be hurt is the popping of my cherry. Bring it on, baby! I'm ready to do the deed! Down for the pound til I get drowned."

Liza didn't seem as certain as she seemed like she wanted to sound. Maybe I was the only one who noticed.

"I love this contest!" Sarah added. "I just learned something new about boys I never knew before. Thanks, Charley!"

"Yer, welcome, I guess."

"Well, maybe I'm the only one taking this thing too seriously. Sorry. I just want everything to be cool between all of us."

"Group hug!" Liza shouted, and grabbed us all in a huddle of naked female flesh. We were all bent over the table, leaning into the hug and our asses were sticking out. Sarah's tits pressed into me from the left, and Trish's from the right. "Everybody kiss too!" and then we were all kissing, one, two, three, around in a circle. "Best friends forever, no matter what!" Suddenly, I felt much better. The old silly happy friendship feeling was back.

"Damn..." Charles said. "Hotness overload."

"You're up, Kimmy. Vaginey-feely time! Don't wear him out before we get in there."

We turned to head out the door.

"Oh, and one more thing, by the way," Charles said. "If it seems like it's taking more than three minutes for each girl, it's because I'm nervous as hell and I didn't jump right into things the moment the door shut. Just gimmie time to figure out what the hell I'm doing, kay? Then I'll start the watch once we're doing the thing we're supposed to do. Sorry if it takes too long, but I've never done this stuff before."

"Well, neither have we after this first round," Sarah said.

"Don't get all freaked out, Charley boy. It's 'sposed to be fun," Liza added.

"You girls get your clothes back on before Mr. Davis walks in here," I said. I grabbed up my clothes and carried them into the storage room, following Charles who turned to close the door behind us.



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Chapter 12


Charley boy started acting like wallpaper again, as soon as we got in there. The door shut and we stood there, facing each other for about twenty-five eye blinks each. I was wondering if he was expecting me to make the first move, and I'm pretty sure he was wondering whether the first move was his. And so we just stood there, wondering at each other, and blinking, like oil paintings with eyes, eyes that could blink and that's about it.

I was naked too, except for my panties, so that didn't help ease any tension.

"You girls are freakin' crazy," he mumbled. I smiled shyly, knowing I was blushing about a thousand shades of red. I'd never been naked in front of a boy before, not naked and alone with one. It was terrifying and exhilarating. It felt so totally free and natural, but at the same time I felt vulnerable, exposed, trapped, like a deer in the headlights, frozen and ... doomed. It took every molecule of courage I could muster to keep myself from covering up with the clothes I held in my hands. I just stood there, naked, letting him stare.

His stare dropped to my breasts at some point, and he shifted his weight from one foot to another. I got the idea to maybe take his hand and put it onto my panty crotch, or even right inside my panties. I also got the idea to maybe just slide my panties down and maybe drop back onto the couch with my legs open, give him a pretty good invitation that way. Both these ideas seemed nearly impossible to do however. I was frozen in place, like any little move I made toward getting things going would take two tons more energy than I had. It was partly self-consciousness, and partly general fear about actually having a boy touching me down there for real for the very first time. We were in the middle of school after all. No matter how badly my privates were humming to be touched, the rest of me was holding back with a silent internal scream for some reason. "WHAT THE FUCK IS GOING ON HERE!?" I honestly had no idea.

Then I got the idea to just close my eyes and wait for him to make a move, cause maybe he didn't want me watching him or something. I closed my eyes for a minute, and adjusted my stance a bit wider, but still he just stood there. I couldn't really blame the guy for being nervous. I was nervous too. But he was the guy after all. Weren't guys supposed to make all the moves? Weren't you normally trying to fight them off with everything you had? How the hell did adults get anything done? What were we supposed to do? What were the rules? Finally I got the idea to just ask him what he thought we should do.

"So ... what happens now?"

"I dunno. I'm s'posed to feel you up."

"So then..."

"I'm trying."

"Don't you want to?"

"Of course I do. I just can't make my arms move, now that the dream is finally coming true."

The dream? My brain squealed at that. I was his dream come true? My heart nearly burst with joy. But mostly everything just went floosh! inside me. Floosh and squoosh and sploosh. It sounds silly, I know, but you shoulda been in my shoes. That's exactly what it felt like—floosh!. My brain and my heart and my guts and my privates were all in a bouncing jumble. I felt like everything was being tossed around inside me like a bunch of seasick tourists going down the rapids in a rubber raft with no oars. But at the same time, the fear of him touching me completely vanished and I was suddenly dying for it.

"How 'bout you just close your eyes and ... touch me. Then take it from there?"

"How 'bout I just kiss you some more? I wasn't kidding when I said I was nervous about all this."

"What are you nervous about?"

"I dunno."

"So just kiss me then."

Finally he moved. He stepped forward and kissed me. Not in a rush or anything. He was actually moving very slowly. But man, did I ever turn to goo in a rush. I had to lean against the door to keep myself from falling down. I'm not sure how we got turned around that way, but when I opened my eyes for a quick second, I realized I now had my back to the door and he was kissing me up against it. The pale blue glow lit his face from the left and for some reason he looked devastating in that dim light. Just so completely gorgeous I wanted to die. And he was kissing me. I got wetter than I already was and was suddenly insanely hot for him to feel me up now. The desire even overwhelmed the self-consciousness, and that says a lot.

I reached down with my hands and slid my panties down off my hips. They caught halfway down my slightly parted thighs and hung there between them, with the panty crotch just above my knees. And now he was suckling my nipples again, and my whole body was getting swimmy and gooey all over. But still I didn't push him. I just let him kiss me, caress me, fondle my titties, waiting in agony.

Finally, he reached over and started his watch, and then his hand slid down to grab my privates. I jumped a bit when his fingers first stroked across the little nub at the top. It sent quite a jolt through me. Happy, zipping tickles buzzed through the entire lower half of my body, just from an instant of grazing touch. But when I jumped he pulled his hand away again.

"What? I'm sorry! Did I hurt you?"

I shook my head in a frantic no, unable to even speak. I pulled him back into the kiss, desperately urging him onward without saying a word. He hesitantly returned his fingers to my slit and began exploring, sliding through my soft little pubes, and stroking across my puffy pink lips. It tickled so sweetly it was nearly an ache, and it was making everything sort of hungrier at the same time, hungrier and hotter for more touches, strokes, caresses. He pressed a little harder and the wetness let him slip right into my slit. He was down in the central secrets of my sex now, and I couldn't help but tremble. He wasn't kissing me anymore. He was just staring into my eyes and I was staring into his. And his fingers were slipping and sliding around between my lips, smearing the wetness around and just sort of exploring randomly. I was the first girl he'd ever touched for real and I got the idea he was astonished, and maybe a little confused too. He was the first boy ever to touch me like that as well, and I was pretty dazzled myself. Then his fingertip found the entrance to my hole pressed inward. I flinched. It stung like a bitch.

"Wowch!," I said in the same hot whisper. "Be careful, Charley."

"Sorry. Is that the ... hole?"

"That's the hole, but my cherry's kind of in the way. Kinda hurts to be jabbed like that."

"Sorry."

"It feels really nice up here, though." I reached down and guided him to my clit, sliding his trembling fingers up onto the tender little nub. "Feel that little bump up there? That's nice and ticklish. It feels really nice when you rub it. Just be very gentle. It's kind of like a girl's dick in a way, just a lot smaller."

That's what the sex-ed nurse had told us about it anyway. All I knew was that it made everything inside me do magical little flip flops like a drunken acrobat in a rubber room when I stroked it, but it had to be gentle and it had to be wet, otherwise it sort of tickled too much and sort of hurt.

He started rubbing it, gently massaging the wetness from between my lips around on that little head, and Oh my God! Zing! Zoom! Bing! Bang! Boom! The drunken little acrobat went crazy! It felt like every bit of strength I'd been using to stay on my feet suddenly melted into zipping little spasms of ecstasy, all the way down to my toes. More wetness oozed out of me, and everything seemed to get hotter and thicker down there. I think it's because every bit of blood in my body had rush into that one compact little region all at once. The rest of me felt sort of light and flighty, but my pussy sort of felt thick and swollen, and suddenly so ... very ... sensitive! All I can say is Oh my God! I suddenly wanted to be touched all over, inside and out. He just kept gently massaging my little nub though, and I just kept shivering and shaking like a bombtech trying to defuse a nuclear warhead with oven mitts on. Or maybe I was the nuclear warhead and Charles was trying to defuse me. Or maybe he was actually trying to detonate me. Nah. I'm pretty sure he had no idea what was going on with me. He was just stroking the bang button, and I was just letting him.

And ten ... nine ... eight ... seven...

"Is that okay?" he panted.

"Huh? Wha... ?"

"Am I doing it right?"

I snapped out of my daze a bit. I'd forgotten he was even still in the room. I was totally zoned in on the gloriously throbbing ecstasies his fingers were massaging into me. I just nodded vigorously and started humping his hand. Zing! Boom! Bang! Bing! Zippity-doo-dah! Jiminy Crickets! My brain was turning to mush. Everything inside me just wanted to go faster and faster. I was holding his hand now, pressing his fingers firmly into my clit, and humping my pelvis back and forth. And finally it dawned on me that I was really gonna come. Finally. For real! I wanted it so badly I was nearly ready to scream. I'd never had an orgasm before, in all my days of diddling myself in the dark of my bedroom under my bedspread. I'd never managed it before because I was always distracted by the idea that it was my own hand that was doing it, and I could never lose myself in the moment. Now it was someone else's hand and I could feel it barreling toward me like a runaway train. And I just wanted to scream. I was too self-conscious though. I was too scared someone might hear me. I was too scared I'd freak poor Charles out, but damn I wanted to moan. It felt so goddamn-

And then his fuckin' watch started beeping.

"Oh God! No! Not now! Don't stop! Don't stop!" I pleaded. Of course, he probably couldn't have stopped if he'd wanted to. I had such a grip on his hand.

"But-" he started.

"Don't stop..."

But now I'd lost the focus and the train was derailed down the line somewhere. God dammit all to hell! And to make matters worse, he was now trying to pull his fingers away anyway. So I just let him.

"Sorry," he said. "You should get going. It's already been like ten minutes."

It took me a moment to realize it was really over. I was still dazed. I thought maybe he might grab me again and keep going. But he didn't, and it hit me like a bitchslap that he was really done with me. I was nearly ready to punch him I was so horny. For some strange reason, I was furious.

"Fuck," I muttered. "I hate this! I just wanna be alone with you, just you and me. No time limits!"

I turned to pick up my skirt from the floor where I'd dropped it. It took me three tries to pick it up. I felt drunk and clumsy. Finally a snatched it up, angrily, and started putting it on. Charles just stared, silently watching me. My hands were shaking. I felt thick and gooey, like I was made of warm play-dough. Then I was tugging my shirt on too. I left my bra on the floor, thinking I would worry about that later. I still had another couple of turns coming anyway.

"Trish's turn next," I told him as I buttoned my buttons. "Don't stand there like a statue the whole time. Just grab her and kiss her and go for it. Do exactly what you did to me on her. Find her clit and gently stroke it like you did with me. Don't waste time cause I'm gonna go insane waiting for my next turn if you doddle around with the other three gals."

"I'll do my best," he said.

"Charley," I whispered, grabbing his hand. He looked up at me with dazed-looking puppy-dog eyes. I nearly swooned. I completely forgot what I was gonna say. All that came out was, "That felt amazing. I've never been so turned on in my entire life. I can't wait to make you feel as nice as you made me feel. I can't wait to do it for real."

"Me neither."

I went back into the quiet room, sat down, and dropped my head down on the desk without a word. I didn't want to watch Trish go in to be pleasured by my prince.

"You okay?" Liza asked me.

I shook my head, no, still not looking up from the table. It was right there that I realized I was falling for that completely unexceptional walking wallpaper of a boy, Charles Scott. Dear Lord, why had I ever ignored him? He was absolutely adorable in every way.

"That boy must have some pretty freakin' magic fingers," Liza muttered. And Sarah giggled. It was like a disease with her.



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Chapter 13


The girls were dressed now. They were quiet too. There was no joking. No jabbing. No silly dares. No third degree about how it was in the next room. They were just quiet with their own thoughts. Liza must have known something was up with me though because she patted me affectionately on the arm.

"Remember, KC, this is all for Trish."

"I know," I replied. I just wished at least some of it could be for me.

Sarah spoke after a few more moments of silence.

"That sure was surprising about the winner of last round, huh?"

"Sure shocked the shit outta me," Liza said.

"I was so sure I had that round dead-locked," Sarah continued. "I guess boys aren't always all just about getting whatever they can get from you."

"Yeah," I answered. "Some people actually think for themselves. Imagine that."

More silence.

"How's he gonna decide who's the best at being felt up?" Sarah mused aloud. "Whoever spreads the widest? Or moans the loudest? I don't get how he's gonna decide that."

"Whoever does the most convincing job of treating him like a human being, I guess," Liza said. "Just be yourself, and not some sort of contestant."

"This is crazy," Sarah sighed. "It's like everything I know about boys is suddenly shot all to hell. I thought I knew exactly what they wanted, but now I have no idea."

I looked up at her, lifting my cheek from my arm.

"No, Sarah. You've still got it all figured out, don't worry. It's just that Charley isn't like all the other guys."

"It's almost like making out with a girl," Liza said, smirking. "A scared, nervous little virgin girl, just like us."

"Except he has a dick," Sarah added.

Liza and I looked at her. I shook my head. Liza rolled her eyes.

"Good thing you're pretty, Einstein," Lize told her. And Sarah pouted, trying to figure out whether she was being mocked or not.

"We should probably get all our assignments out on the desk," I said. "When they bring snack it should look like we're working on something. And we should probably take a break after the next round and wait until they bring the snack. That way we don't have to lie about anyone being gone to the washroom."

"Yeah," Liza said.

"And when it comes down to the real deal, we should probably get more than three minutes to do it in. I'm gonna remember this the rest of my life, and I'll be damned if I'm gonna throw away my virginity on anything less than a real moment with no limits."

"But what if you're not the one picked to go first. It'll just mean you have to wait an hour instead of fifteen minutes."

"Then so be it," I replied. "I'll wait an hour. I just don't want to hear that stupid little watch going off and being cut off in the middle of the most intimate experience of my entire life. And I'm sure none of you will want that either."

"I don't care," Sarah said. "I'm sure it'll hurt like hell. I'll probably be wishing for the time to run out."

"If it's too much for you, just tell him to stop. You are allowed to tell a guy to stop you know."

"Well of course I know that. I just ... I was just thinking about the rules."

"There are no rules, once we get to that point. The only thing that matters then is the experience. Make it something good."

Trish came out just then. She looked a little flustered. She looked a little scared too.

"What's up, T-Mart?" Liza asked.

"Nothing. It was just ... weird."

Sarah was already heading into the storage room. As I watched her go, I kind of felt sorry for her. She was missing the whole experience of it, so focused on her performance with him. At least it seemed the way. She was like a lottery winner more concerned about how her hair and makeup will look in the photos than with all the zeros on the oversized novelty check.

Don't worry, Sarah. I'm sure you'll dazzle him with your big bouncy boobs, your fat pouting lips, your long blonde hair and blue eyes, and that gorgeously perfectly round ass of yours. Man, was I feeling bitter inside.

"I've got an idea," Liza said.

I looked over at her, ready to smack her if she came up with another stupid dare.

"And this isn't just some stupid dare," she went on, as though reading my mind. "Honest. I really think this is a good idea."

"What?" I asked.

"I think, that when we do the real deal, the dirty deed for real and no foolin', I think we should do it right here on the desk in front of everyone."

"Liza, that's stup-"

"Just listen to me!" She said, cutting me off. "I know you think I'm just all about being crazy and random just for the sake of it, but it's not about that this time. I swear."

"All right. I'm listening."

"When I lose my virginity, I want my best friends right there with me. I want them watching it all, holding my hand when it hurts, I want them kissing me, and experiencing everything with me, not just me and some guy I hardly know off in some musty little room by ourselves. I want you girls, my best friends in the whole world to be by my side when it happens. I love you chicks with all my heart and I don't wanna be more than six inches away from any of you when I go through that."

"I feel the same way," Trish said.

"And I'm pretty sure Sarah will agree too," Liza added. "She's acting like she's all into this whole thing, but you just know she's scared as hell too. Just like the rest of us. I'm mean, fuckin' look at me, my hands are shaking just thinking about it."

I had to admit she had a point there. But now I had a dilemma. I really did want to be all alone with Charles when it happened, just me and him, experiencing all the beauty of intimacy the way it was meant to be—just two lovers, feeling each other, connected, moving together, adoring each other's eyes and kisses, and touches. I didn't need or want an audience when that was happening. But if I said no, how would they take that? They'd be hurt and offended. They might resent me for the rest of our lives. What was I gonna do? And besides all that, part of me was also thinking it really would be nice to have them there. I wouldn't feel so on-the-spot with Charles with all of them gathered around.

Sarah came stumbling out, getting tangled up in the curtain as she came, and finally crawling out from underneath it. She stood up and grinned.

"Well, that went well. Can't wait to get kissed down there."

And then the answer came to me.

"Well," I told her. "The good news is, we're not gonna have a time limit on the real deal things now. So you can just let him have his way with you all you want."

I grinned at her. She grinned at me. Liza looked puzzled for a moment, but then just shrugged. She'd thought I'd meant only the actual vagina-sex round would be unlimited. That's what I'd originally intended of course. But I changed my mind. I'd decided to give Charles my virginity twice—once during the oral sex round, nice and intimate and personal, and a second time in front of everybody during the final cherry-elimination round.

The handjob round was next of course, and that would give me enough time to convince Charley to go all the way with me ahead of schedule ... and of course to work up my own nerve to do it.

Liza went in to get herself fondled down there, Sarah explained the new deal about no limits to Trish, and I sat quietly trying to think of a way to convince that terrified little boy to break all the rules and sneak in a sweet, loving little fuck, while everyone else was merely getting tongued. Sarah babbled away about how amazing his fingers felt on her and how she was dying for more. I hardly heard a word she said. I was lost in my thoughts.

How do you convince a boy like that? You don't. You just make the first move. I just had to somehow work up the courage to make that first move, when everything inside me wanted to run away. How do I convince myself to be bold, fearless, and reckless? How do I convince myself to be crazy and spontaneous like Liza would? Like Michelle would have. I had no idea. I wasn't like Liza or Michelle at all. Every time I tried to picture myself just grabbing him and going for it, all I could see were his beautiful brown eyes staring back at me like I was a goddess. My beautiful prince, who had somehow gone from being plain old boring wallpaper to a priceless oil painting, a work of art that I could kiss...

In the end, I decided to just be the goddess he seemed to think I was. Natural human desire would have to lead the way beyond that.



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Chapter 14


Charley came through the door about two minutes after Liza returned. She looked flushed and dazed, just like Trish had, but she was acting nonchalant about it, just like Sarah had. It never occurred to me to wonder how I'd looked when I came stumbling out of there.

We looked at him expectantly. He was staring down at his paper. Finally he spoke.

"Okay, this round was even harder to judge. This time I based it on who seemed to enjoy what I was doing the most. It was very hard to judge based on anything else because you're all beautiful ... and sexy. And I'd be here forever if I tried to decide based on anything else. So here goes."

Sarah leaned forward, eyes wide. Trish was looking down at the desk like she didn't even really care. Liza was looking over at Sarah, and I was looking at all of them.

"Sarah seemed like she enjoyed it the most, actually," Charley said. "And she didn't seem phony about it or anything. Well, none of you seemed phony. I'm just saying. Sarah was very ... intense."

"I frickin' came it was so good!" she blurted out.

No wonder she'd gotten tangled up in the curtains on the way out! I'm surprised she could even walk.

"I guess that's what it was. Anyway, it made me feel really good, I mean, that I could make her feel good like that, like, just with my fingers. So she wins."

He took a deep breath.

"And Kim was number two," he said, "for the same reason. She was so super intense about it, hugging me hard and breathing and moaning like that. It was very sexy."

"I was moaning?" I said, honestly surprised. I'd thought I was quiet as a mouse, wanting to moan but holding it back.

Charley just nodded.

"Geez, I'm not last again, am I?" Liza said.

"No. Liza was third. Well it was sort of a tie between Kim and Liza, but Kim was just a little more intense, like she didn't want to stop. It made me feel ... good."

"Hey, I didn't want to stop either. I was just following the rules."

"Trish was great too," Charley said. "But she just seemed like she was just going along with it mostly. She even told me so, so it's not really a secret there. I mean, I asked her if she just wanted to stop, but she said no. So, I don't know. It was just kind of awkward. Sorry."

"Sorry," Trish repeated. "It's not you. It's me. It really did feel very nice. I just..."

"So Sarah, Kim, me, and then Trish for the next round, the jerk-off-Charley round. But we're gonna take a break and wait for the snack first."

"Oh, and Charley, you can throw away your watch because there's no more time limits after this round," I told him. "The only limit is when the girl and Charley agree that they've had enough."

"Well, don't be going an hour or anything," Liza added. "Even twenty minutes is gonna be a freakin' epic wait when there's four of us."

"Alright, well then will say fifteen minutes is a good time frame," I said. "Give or take. I mean, if you're done in five minutes don't lay around chit chatting for half an hour or anything, but don't feel the need to rush anything. Agreed?"

The girls agreed.

"I'm just worried I won't be able to last fifteen minutes," Charley muttered. "I mean, when it comes time for my ... turns." The poor boy seemed mortally embarrassed.

"Well, we've also decided that we're gonna be doing everything out here when that happens," Liza said. "We want to be together as a group when we go through all that pain and stuff. Is that okay, Charley? So like, if you bust the nut in like twenty-two seconds or whatever, it's okay, because we're all gonna be sort of bumbling through our first times together."

I continued. "And if it does happen too quickly like that, it's totally alright. Don't be embarrassed or nothing. Like Sarah said, it's gonna hurt like hell and we'll probably be glad it's over."

"As long as you can get it up again for the next girl," Liza said, smirking.

"I'm pretty sure I'm gonna be hard for the next two years after today," Charley said. And we all looked down and noticed a significant bulge in the front of his pants. He was slouching a bit, trying to hide it, but you could see it anyway. It occurred to me that I had no idea how big his dick was. I assumed it wasn't huge or anything. I probably would have noticed it if it was. But even if it was average size it was probably gonna rip me up pretty bad. I couldn't even slide a pinky in there without my little cherry screaming bloody murder.

Liza spoke again, after a moment's silent pondering.

"Okay, I just realized we should probably do the dick suck round next instead of the vagina kiss. I mean, getting sucked is probably gonna make him come, maybe a couple of times, and if we do that round first, it'll give him time to rest up before the sex round."

"Makes sense," I answered. "Though we're not exactly experts or anything."

"Like that matters," Charley said, looking worried again.

"Are we still gonna have contests for those rounds?" Sarah asked. "I'd like to know how good I am my first time doing that."

"Do we really need an official ruling on that?" Liza replied. "I mean, if the guy busts his nut then it's safe to say you were a goddess to him. You don't really need to be better than all of us, do you?"

"I guess not. I just thought it was fun that way."

"It'll be fun no matter what? Don't worry."

"Um, I have another question," Sarah said.

"What?" Liza replied.

"Are you guys gonna like ... swallow his ... stuff?"

All of us were blank. We looked back and forth at each other, kind of grossed out, but mostly just curious what the others would answer. Finally Trish spoke up.

"If you don't, you run the risk of getting it on your clothes. And there's not really anything to spit it out into."

We knew she was speaking from experience.

"We might as well just do it," Liza said. "Take one for the team and keep it clean. Can't be worse than those raw eggs we chugged."

Sarah got a weird smile on her face right then, a smile that sort of said "Ew!" and "Wow!" at the same time, like won't that be an adventure. Personally, I couldn't wait to swallow down anything the beautiful, dear sweet boy gave me. He stood there blushing and fidgeting as we talked about him like he wasn't even there. He was too adorable for words. Swallow for him? Damn right I would. Of course daydreaming about it and actually doing it were two different things, as I was soon to find out.

"But what if he ... comes on us during the next round," Sarah said, "the jerking him off round?"

She had a good point there. Apparently none of us had thought of that. Perhaps none of us had thought of ourselves as being all that good at it.

"We can just skip that round if you guys want," Charley said. "I don't mind adding it as part of the, um ... oral round. I might last longer that way."

"All in favor of skipping the handjob round?" Liza said.

We all raised our hands, though Trish's vote was more of a wiggle of two fingers.

"Very well then. The next round will be four handjobs-slash-blowjobs for the luckiest bastard alive."

Charley swallowed nervously, and then sorta half-smiled at that, and my heart gushed out all kinds of goo into my guts. His smile was like candy for my soul. I could just eat it up.

"Followed by a round of oral sex for each of us lucky gals," Liza continued. "And then us lucky gals gotta get busted open like a basket of ripe tomatoes."

"You have such a romantic way of putting things," Trish said, grumbling from under her own private rain cloud.

"Sorry," Liza said, "I meant, each of us nubile young females will experience the rapturous ecstasy of our first sexual intimacy with an obliging young fellow from whom we will withhold nothing in our eagerness to be rid of the cumbersome weight of our maidenly virtue. Better?"

I shook my head at her sarcasm. She was such a smart ass. Sarah was staring at her like she'd been speaking Chinese and she didn't have her phrase book handy.

"Charley, you better get going. They'll be bringing snack soon. We'll be in there as soon as we're done."

He went. And no sooner had the back door closed then the front door started opening. We all snatched up a pencil and a random paper and tried our best to look like we were busy. This time it was Ms. Bambiddle who came strolling in with our snack. She was one of the younger, cooler teachers, our English teacher, probably the one who came up with all the assignments. She backed into the room, shoving the great heavy door with her butt.

"How's it going, ladies?" she said. "Slaving away like the good little students you are?"

"My hand's gonna fall off soon," Liza said. We all groaned dramatically, following her lead.

"Well take a break. We got rice crispy squares, bananas, and milk here for you."

"How's class going?" I asked. "Is everyone else as bored as we are?"

"Class is fine," she replied, "but we seem to be missing a student."

"Missing? Who?"

"A boy named Charley Scott," she said. "He left class this morning and never came back. He was paged about five times. They thought he might be sick, but when they called home his mom said he hadn't come back there either."

We looked at each other, dead silent, trying not to look guilty.

"Of course, there's no way any of you have any idea where he is. You've been in here all day."

Luck for us, she said that without a hint of sarcasm or suspicion. She honestly believed we were completely clued-out. I think she was feeling a little claustrophobic in the quiet room with us, and maybe she thought we were cut off from the entire universe in there. I guess we sort of were, except for Charley.

"Yeah," Liza answered. "We had no idea. I hope he's alright."

"He's probably just at the mall or something," the teacher said. "Isn't that where you kids go when you cut school?"

"Cut school? Us?" Liza said, trying to sound cute and innocent. There was really no need for the exaggeration though. For all the trouble we got in, none of us had ever actually skipped out of school. Bambiddle seemed to know this as well. She smiled.

"Well not you gals, but I'm sure that's where other kids take off to. I bet Charley's there right now, even as we speak, probably fooling around at the video arcade."

"Whatever he's doing, I'm sure it's worth all the trouble he's gonna be in," Trish said.

Liza chuckled. Sarah giggled. Ms. Bambiddle rolled her eyes, smiling.

"I don't think he's in any trouble. He's just made his mom worry, that's all. And he'll have homework to catch up on, but otherwise it's no big deal. He just should have told someone he was leaving. Anyway, I'll let you ladies eat your snack and get back to work. I have a class to teach."

And then she wished us a good afternoon and strolled out, yanking the door shut behind her.

The girls began digging in. I just sat there, staring at my snack, horrified at the idea that Sarah would soon be sucking on my prince, giving him pleasure, wowing him with her luscious lips, her beautiful blue eyes, taking his virginity away from me, probably pulling out her tits too for added effect. One of the women in one of the stories had done that, and I specifically remember seeing Sarah's eyes light up and gleam when Liza had read it, like a ninja who'd just be taught a deadly new technique. And now Charley would be looking down at the first girl, giving him his first blowjob and seeing her luscious bouncy tits beneath her wet slurping lips wrapped around his beautiful young dick. It was burning me up inside, more than I could take. I couldn't even eat, though I was pretty hungry.

"What's eatin' ya, kid?" Liza asked me. I didn't want to tell the truth. It seemed like a selfish thing to be thinking about.

"New dare!" I blurted out. "First person to eat their whole banana without using their hands gets to go in first for the blowjob round with Charley!"

"But I already won first place!" Sarah whined.

"Actually that sounds like a great idea!" Liza told her. "Plus, it'll surprise him. He's expecting Sarah."

Then Trish surprised us all even more. She grabbed her banana, jumped up on the desk, peeled it and thrust it out from in front of herself at crotch level, right in my face. "Suck it, bitch!"

I did just that, jumping to my feet so fast the chair fell over behind me, and gobbling it down with ravenous desperation, like an Ethiopian chimpanzee. I nearly choked to death on it, but that goddamn banana was gone in under ten seconds flat. Trish moaned and growled, doing a hilarious impression of a guy getting sucked off. She was even thrusting her hips back and forth as though fucking my mouth, making it even harder to eat the banana, but I managed it. Meanwhile Sarah and Liza were literally rolling on the floor laughing.

"Alright, alright!" Sarah said, gasping for breath. "If you want it that bad, go for it. You can have my turn."

Liza couldn't even speak. She was laughing too hard.

"Oh my fucking God! That's too funny! I can't breathe! I can't breathe!" she moaned.

I grabbed up my snack and just about sprinted into the next room.

"Fuckin' crazy-ass nympho," Trisha muttered. "Have fun!"

And then I was gone, slipping through the door to be the first one on that dear boy's dick, the first to pleasure him so dirty sexy sweet, the first to make him lose his mind with delirious ecstasy, an experience he would remember as long as he lived, looking down into my eyes and seeing my love for him. Yes, I really did love him. I realized that as my eyes adjusted to the dim light of the store room, and I saw him standing there by a bookshelf looking at an old calendar. I suddenly wanted to tell him I loved him too. But I was afraid I'd freak him out more than he already was. I'd just have to tell his dick instead. I love you, Charles Scott! I love you more than anything else in the world! Even my three best friends. And that's saying a hell of a lot.



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Chapter 15


I saw a lunatic squirrel in the park once. I'm not sure what he'd gotten into but he was running around like a maniac, up one tree, down another, around and around and around in a circle, and then up the tree again. It was totally mental. Finally he ran up a tree so fast he banged his head on a branch and knocked himself out. He fell onto the grass and just laid there breathing hard for about two minutes. This kid walked up and poked him with a stick and he suddenly jumped up, ran up the stick, ran up the kid's arm, and jumped off his shoulder into the tree. The kid screamed like a little girl and ran about fifty feet away before realizing he wasn't hurt. And that mental little squirrel went back to running around in his crazy little loops and circles. Someone said maybe it had rabies. I think it probably just got into a Rockstar in a garbage can or something. Nutty little bastard squirrel.

As I stood there staring at Charles Scott in the dim light of the storage room, I felt kinda like that squirrel. My brain was racing around in loops and circles, thinking about nine thousand things, all crazy and random in my head, like a psychotic squirrel on Rockstars. I stood there staring, and my brain looped and hopped and zig-zagged around. Do I get on my knees? Does he take his dick out, or do I? Do I stroke him with my hand first or just go for it? Is he gonna wanna kiss me after? Should I kiss him before I start? What if he's too big to fit in my mouth? Will I choke? What if it tastes weird? What if I accidentally sneeze and bite his dick off? What if he faints? How long will he last? What if he has a heart attack and dies? What if-

"Are you okay?" he asked. I'd been just standing there with my hands at my sides, holding my snack, breathing in short gaspy breaths, just staring for about two whole minutes.

"I brought you a snack. I just realized you haven't even eaten all day, so I thought..."

"Thanks," he said, but he just stood there. I reached over and put the stuff down on the arm of the couch. Then we were quiet again. "I thought Sarah was supposed to be first," he said after another minute.

"She was, but I traded with her."

"Why?"

"I don't know. I just ... When I think about someone else being the first to do that to you, I just feel ... yucky inside. It's like, it's supposed to be me ... because you liked me so much back then and all that."

"I still like you."

"I like you too."

Then we were quiet again. The girls next door must have thought I was going wild by now, sucking madly on him like a cock-starved nymphomaniac. The only thing going wild in the room though were my heart and my mind.

"You okay?" he asked again.

"I'm good. How are you?"

"Pretty nervous."

"Me too."

"So what do we do?"

"Well, I guess you gotta ... take it out ... so I can..."

He released a shaky sigh. "Yeah ... I guess."

I stood waiting, still standing ten feet away from him.

"Can you ... close your eyes?" he asked.

"Why?"

"I'm just shy."

I shut my eyes. "Should I just sit down maybe, and you can come stand in front of me?"

"I guess."

I sat down. My eyes were closed, but suddenly I felt warmth in front of me. His body heat was right there, inches from my face. He must have been really warm. I smelled him too. He smelled like laundry soap and clean skin. There was a kind of sweetness to it that I'll remember as long as I live.

"Thanks for lunch, Kim. I really am very hungry."

"Oh. No problem. I was too nervous to eat anyway."

I opened my eyes and saw him standing there right in front of me. The bulge in his pants was now inches from my face. I looked at it for a moment, trying to guess its size again. Then I looked up at him. He was looking down at me, looking terrified and awed and kinda like he desperately wanted me. I think he was staring at my lips. It made me self-conscious again and I licked them absentmindedly.

"Kim?"

"Yes?"

"Go slow, okay? Don't try to go crazy just to win that silly contest. If you go too fast you'll ... embarrass me, if you know what I mean."

The last thing he wanted was to cum and end it all like a rodeo cowboy, in like eight seconds or less. I understood that as I looked into his eyes and saw how scared he was to screw everything up.

"Charley," I said, trying to sound soothing and calm, though I felt like I was trying to gasp each breath through a stack of sixteen pillows before every word I said. "It may be that you'll finish quickly no matter how slowly I go. From what I've heard, it feels really good when a girl does ... that ... to you. And I just want you to know that no matter how fast you finish, it won't make any difference at all to me. I just want to make you feel good, and if you finish quickly that just means I did a good job, right?"

"But still. Just go slow, okay?"

"I will. But, do I have to close my eyes? I really do want to watch you. I want to experience everything, see your expressions, see your eyes. It'll be so beautiful and I don't wanna miss it."

"I'm scared though."

"Of what?"

He didn't answer, so I repeated the question.

"Of what, Charley?"

"I'm scared I'll look in your eyes and fall for you all over again, especially with you doing ... that ... to me."

The dear sweet boy was turning me into an oozing mass of gushing female emotion and he didn't even know it. All nervousness and uncertainty suddenly left me. It was just gone, like a nightmare that vanishes as soon as you wake up and realize it was just a dream.

"Charley."

"Yeah?"

"You already are in love with me. Just go with it."

He sighed shaky and heavy, like he was breathing through seventeen pillows, and just nodded. He realized that I was right, and probably also that there wasn't a damn thing he could do about it.

"Just watch me okay?" I told him. "I wanna see you watching me. And I wanna see your love."

"But do you think you'll ever love me back?"

"Maybe I just need you to convince me that it's safe."

"Alright."

"You ready?"

"Guess so."

I smiled at him. Then I reached my hands up and started undoing his pants. Of course the damn button of his pants was stuck and I couldn't get it open. I felt like a goof struggling with it, and the excitement was quickly dying from the moment. He eventually reached down and unsnapped it for me. Then I smiled at him again and undid his zipper. He looked away for a moment, but I tapped at his tummy with a couple of fingers. Then he was watching me again.

I slid his pants down off his hips and they dropped to his calves with a whisper of fabric on flesh. He was wearing white boxer briefs with grey stripes. Now his bulge was even more obvious. It stuck out beneath the tight cotton hug of his underwear. I could see his balls too. He saw me examining it and broke the tense silence.

"It's five inches. I measured it. Well maybe five and a half."

"You measured it? Why?"

"I dunno. Just curious. Haven't you ever measured your chest?"

"I kinda had to when I was shopping for a bra. I'm a 32 B cup. But does the actual technical measurement make a difference to how they look? How they feel?"

"No. Not at all. They're beautiful!"

"Exactly!" I said. "So don't think five and a half inches is gonna fail somehow. It's not." I'd never even seen a dick before but I knew that guys worrying about their size was stupid. Charley smiled with palpable relief.

"Kay..."

I bent forward and kissed the bulge above the briefs. He gasped. He shivered.

"Whoa..." he said.

"Felt that, didja?"

He nodded. I leaned in again and took a playful little nibble of the extrusion. He flinched backward. Then he shivered again. I smiled up at him. He gave me an awkward little smirk that was more nervous than humorous. There was wetness now, soaking through his underwear up at the end of the bulge. I looked at it, wondering if he came already.

"Are you ... okay?" I asked.

"What do you mean?"

"Did you, um ... finish ... already?"

"No? Why?"

"Oh. Just wondering."

He looked down at the wet stain and shrugged. "It's just leaking a bit I guess, cause I'm excited. It's s'posed to do that."

"Oh. Okay. That makes sense."

"Just go slow, okay?" he reminded me again.

"I will."

I actually had no idea what the hell I was doing in the first place, so going quickly would not have ever entered my head. The only thing I knew about blowjobs was the little bit the sex-ed teacher Mrs. McKinney had told us in grade six, about taking the penis in your mouth and moving up and down on it, sort of like a popsicle. I don't think she was too big a fan of sucking a guy though, by the way she described it to us, sort of like it was something she'd heard people talking about. Then again, I don't think any teacher would want to give gossipy little girls the impression that she's an avid fan of sucking cock.

The rest I'd learned about blowjobs was from the porn stories we'd been reading, and the pictures of Sarah's cousin sucking her guy's dick like there was no tomorrow. Apparently you're supposed to suck, and wiggle your tongue, and bob your head up and down, and slurp and slobber with your lips, and lick and suck at his balls every once in a while until either he pulls out and cums in your face, or cums in your mouth, or cums on your tits, or your neck, or simply pulls out, not cumming at all and starts fucking you. I didn't know much about blowjobs, but even I knew they made it sound way too easy and thoughtless, like every girl was automatically an expert and every blowjob was a glorious masterpiece of an experience. Even at fourteen I knew that was full of shit. How could a blowjob ever be mindless? I'd never be able to shut my brain off, no matter how amazing it was. All I knew was that I would try to make it a pretty nice memory for him and for me. I couldn't picture myself bobbing and slurping and slobbering all over him like a like a crazy porn slut, but the rest I could manage just fine. I was pretty sure anyway.

Now it may seem odd to think that I actually was going through this whole thought process with the dear boy's dick inches from my lips in the dim blue light of the storage room, but as I said, my brain was like a mental little squirrel on Rockstars and all that stuff went through my head in only about ten seconds. I'm serious. If you hooked my head up to a brain scanner right then, the damn think would probably explode. I was flicking my eyes up from his bulge, to his face, to the little leaky spot, to his eyes again, and was sitting there wondering how a girl is even supposed to begin when she does this stuff.

Well, first thing's first, Kimbo, I told myself. First you gotta actually pull his shorts down.

I slid my fingers into the elastic of his waistband and gave them a very gentle downward tug. I was looking up into his eyes when I did this, and he looked astonishingly beautiful to me. There was nothing I wanted more than to give him thirty-five heavens of pleasure. Thirty-six if he would let me. I was looking up into his eyes and pulling his underwear down off of his erection when the head of his dick first touched my chin. It sprang upward, released from its cotton prison and tapped me under the chin. I was that close. I flinched a bit and so did he, but I just kept staring into his eyes and kept sliding his shorts down. I had to slide my fingers around to his hips and push them off the roundness of his ass, but they came down easily enough. And when they'd finally dropped to rest on top of his fallen pants, I finally pulled back and glanced down to look at his dick for real.

Five and a half inches may be so called normal size, but it looks pretty frickin' huge to a total virgin, let me tell you! My very first thought was how tiny my giny is and how this gigantic thing would stretch me and how deep it would go. It was thick. It had little veins in it. It seemed to pulse and throb eagerly, awaiting my touch, and that excited me more than you can imagine. I reached up and took it between two fingers and was stunned by how heavy it was. It felt much heavier than it looked, and it looked pretty damn big. Inadequate? Hell no! This throbbing little monster would tear my teeny little virgin vag into a size ten cumhole. I was worried.

"Is it ... okay?" he asked me, trembling like he would faint.

"It's so big," I answered, waving it gently up and down with my two finger grip. I lifted it, let go, and it dropped like a stone, heavy with the blood of his arousal. I lifted it again. Same thing. Swoosh. I imagine there would have been a thud if it had hit anything—my pussy for example. Instead, it just dropped and bobbed a little down by my chin.

"It's not big," he said. "It's just average. Trust me. There are guys much bigger than me."

"If this is average, I'd had to see what huge looks like."

"I guess maybe it's thicker than average, but the length is normal."

With that for a prompt, I slid my grip from two fingers to my entire hand, wrapping my fist around its base. My finger tips barely touched my thumb. Jumbo thick much?

"Oh God, that feels nice!"

"What? This?" I gave him a gentle stroke up and down, just barely whispering across his heated skin. His hips bucked forward in an almost flinching motion and I began to feel like I had total control over his entire being, just in one gently stroking hand. I got the idea his body wanted me to keep stroking him like that, so I did. I noticed how the skin seemed to slide along the length of him, as if it wasn't even attached to anything inside. It was kinda weird. It was like a fleshy sock wrapped around him that I could pull up and down with my fingers. I'd never even seen a dick before, and now I was playing around with one like I owned it. It was uber sexy! He apparently loved me doing it too.

"Ooh, God..."

I guess I'd done something right already. He throbbed in my hand and suddenly my fingers could no longer touch around the base of him. A clear wet trickle oozed out of its eye and dripped to the couch between my thighs.

"I see what you mean about leaking," I told him. "I'll be very careful."

And then I lifted his shaft out of the way and examined his balls. His scrotum looked soft and fuzzy, like a baby's skin, except all wrinkly too. I could see his two nuts in there, and I was wondering how all those millions of little sperms could fit in those two grape-sized balls. I tickled them with my fingertips and he shivered again. I raised an eyebrow and smirked naughty and mischievous. Apparently I'd found a ticklish spot. I fluttered my fingertips across his skin again and this time I actually saw one testicle pull upward. It was kinda weird, but kinda cute too. I leaned in and kissed it.

"Ahhh... !" was all he could muster in response.

"Ahhh?" I asked him, still smirking.

He didn't reply so I took a little lick of his testicle. My soft wet tongue slid across the tender skin of his scrotum and his knees unbuckled a bit. He grabbed at my head with both hands to steady himself and I got suddenly wet for some reason. Just the forcefulness of his grip made him feel strong and made me feel so ... owned. Somehow that made my pussy tingle and ooze. I don't know why, but I liked it. I licked at him again.

"Oh God, that feels so pretty!"

I did it once more, all aglow from his ardent praise. I licked longer and slower this time, from the bottom of his right nut all the way up to the base of his shaft. His testicle rolled sideways off my tongue and dropped down again as I passed. The boy nearly cried out loud at this, so I did it again, this time on his left nut. Naummmmm! All the way up and then down again on the other side. Then I did it again, lapping at him like a kitten at a bowl of cream, all the while holding his shaft up against his tummy with two fingertips. Soon his entire scrotum was covered in my drool and his testicles slipped and flopped around more freely. His shaft throbbed jealously and oozed out more excitement onto the fingers I was holding him with. This apparently lubricated them and when I licked at him again and he throbbed again, his dick slipped right out from behind my fingers and whapped me in the forehead. There as no thud as I'd imagined there would be but it did make quite a slapping sound. A wet slippery slap to be exact, and I hadn't even put my mouth on him it yet.

I did take his testicle in my mouth though, and gently sucked on it as the girl in one of the stories had. He moaned for me and I felt a gratified shiver run through my body. This was actually a lot of fun! I took his other nut in my mouth and suckled on that one too, gently, worshipfully massaging it with my lips and tongue.

"Oh damn, Kimmy! I can't even..."

"Don't try," I answered, and took a long slow lick up his scrotum, all the way up his shaft, and right to the tip of his dick where the wet shiny ooze was now flowing freely. It tasted kinda salty. Then I kissed my way back down again with my soft, slippery lips and a bit of tongue. Naum ... naum ... naum ... sorta kissing, sorta suckling at his soft sweet skin. I turned my head sideways and went up the other way again.

"I think I'm gonna fall down," he said, and the look in his eyes told me he wasn't kidding. So I got up and turned him around to sit down where I'd been, and I got on my knees between his feet.

"Lie back. Skooch down," I said, pulling at his thighs. Now he was half lying on the couch with his butt right on the edge, and half sitting up, looking at me with near panicked eagerness. "Better?" I asked.

"I don't feel like I'm gonna faint anymore."

"How long have we been in here?"

He looked at his watch. "About fifteen minutes I think. Seems longer."

I nodded and went back to licking his balls. I loved licking his balls. It made me happy somehow, in a very deep part of me, and I had no idea why. I just felt ... perfect, making him moan like that. I coated him with saliva once more, suckling at him back and forth, licking and lapping and flipping his balls around with my tongue, and he seemed like if that's all I wanted to do for the rest of my life that would be perfectly fine with him. He held my head and just let me play, and I loved him for it.

"God, your eyes are so sexy," he told me. "You're looking at me like I'm the most beautiful thing you've ever seen ... and yet you're so ... worried too."

"Am I going slow enough?" I asked him, gazing directly into his enraptured eyes.

"Maybe a little too slow," he replied, and his dick throbbed in confirmation.

"Oh ... I ... Oh! Right!"

It was a subtle hint that he wanted me to go a little further. A blowjob was all about sucking dick after all. Play time was over. Now to get down to business.

And so I bent down again and took a long lick up his shaft. This time when I got to the tip I didn't run my tongue back down again. This time I parted my lips and pushed down on him, letting his dick slip inside slippery wet kiss. His head lolled deliriously to one side and his eyes rolled back. His hips lifted off the cushion and I felt his dick throb inside my kiss as it slid a little deeper. Another leak of ooze dribbled out and I licked it away, tasting his saltiness once again. I pushed down some more until I had nearly half his length in my mouth. Popsicle, popsicle, popsicle, I told myself, and began ever so gently bobbing up and down on the half a dick I had in my mouth.

And then I remembered to suck on it too, and so then I was sucking softly and ever-so-gently bobbing up and down on half his length. He looked me in the eyes just then and I felt like a goddess being worshipped with a gaze. He might have babbled out endless praise to me but he couldn't even speak. And then I remembered to massage with my tongue too, and his grip on my head tightened when I did, guiding me up and down. I flicked at him with my tongue and he gasped, seized up and quit breathing altogether for a moment. It was like he was dead. I sucked a bit harder and pulled my kiss off of him just to check if he was still alive, and he suddenly released a deep sigh, relaxing again. I massaged at him with my slippery little tongue, and bobbed, and sucked, and bobbed some more, making him die and come back to life, and die and rise again. It was epic.

It occurred to me how deliriously glad I was to have read all that porn earlier that day. Just about every story had had a blowjob scene in it and I'd paid close attention to every detail. Now that I was actually doing it, and putting all those things into practice, I felt halfway to being an expert already. If I hadn't read those stories, I might have been bungling around like a moron, just randomly hitting sweet spots now and then, but mostly screwing up. Instead, I was sucking my first dick like I'd been doing it for months already, and I was thrilled. But not as thrilled as he was.

But go slow, Kim! I reminded myself. Don't embarrass him. Make it last as long as you can.

I sucked, gently. I tongued, softly, sweetly, slowly. I bobbed, carefully, wet and slippery, up and down his shaft, feeling him throb and shiver with every slow slithering move I made. He gasped, flinching every now and then, and I slowed to a stop, checking his eyes for a signal to continue. He just shook his head in disbelief for a few moments, and then finally nodded, prodding me forward with a gentle nudge on the back of my head. So I continued. Down ... down ... dowwwnnn ... counting to five, and then slowly pulling up and off again, slithering my soft wet tongue as I did. Then counting to five again, and slowly dropping down. I was giving head. I was doing it like I was in super slow-mo bullet time in the Matrix or something, but there was a hot throbbing dick in my mouth, loving every move I made nevertheless.

Then I felt him throb again, this time in the most intimate way you can possibly feel a guy throb, and I moaned gratuitously into his manhood. I bobbed down and came up again, still going slow as a sprinting snail and suddenly he growled at me. I flicked my eyes up to his, alarmed, and when he throbbed again, I felt him gush something thick and slimy into my mouth. He was holding my head so I couldn't pull away, but when I realized what was actually happening, I realized I didn't want to pull away. Instead, I bobbed down again, a little less gently this time, a lot more excited, and started jacking him with my hand as well. Another gush spurted out of him. I moaned, staring up into his face as he climaxed, pumping at him like the aforementioned cum-crazed porn slut. His face looked absolutely blissful, and yet agonized at the same time, like he as flying straight up through the floor of heaven but it took an exertion of every fiber of his being to get there. He was cumming. I'd made the boy cum, the first girl ever to do so! He was cumming into my mouth, the first boy ever to do so to me. Every throb he made, released another gush of his goo. I kept a firm grip on him, sucking a tight seal around his shaft so none of it dribbled out and stained my clothes and I just hand-jobbed him until he was finished. I bobbed a bit, but he was holding my head still now, like he didn't want me to move anymore. I guess it was maybe too intense for him.

Finally he released the last of his seed and collapsed in slow motion from his upward thrusting frozen pose, down to an almost exhausted relaxation, like he'd just taken a beating and had finally just given up. I'd conquered him. I'd claimed him. I owned him. I followed him downward, keeping a grip on his erection, and finally pulled myself off him, still sucking to keep from losing a single drop of his climax. I popped off of him with a slurp and leaned back, holding onto his knees, just staring at him with the thick gooey load in my mouth. He eventually opened his eyes and looked back at me. I could taste his ecstasy and see it at the exact same time, written all over his face. I felt complete. Even the psychotic squirrel in my head had stopped to enjoy the moment. There was only one thing left to do. I swallowed. He watched me do it and wrinkled his nose a bit. But then he smiled tiredly and dropped his head to one side again. That's when I saw the crazy-looking owl on the poster behind him. Leave Everything and Return New. The owl seemed to be looking down on us, smiling with approval.

"I love you, Kim," he said. "I always have. And now I always will."

"That's why you have to make sure I'm the first one you lose your virginity with."

"How am I gonna do that?" he said.

"Simple. You're gonna do me in the next round, instead of simply going down on me."

"And then do you again when you girls all lose your cherries together?"

"You guessed it."

"You've been planning that the whole time?

"Yes," I said. "Because I realized a while ago that I love you too."

His eyes widened. His jaw dropped. I continued.

"Hope you liked it, Charley. Sarah or Liza might be better at it than I am, but at least I can always say I was your first."

"Nobody could ever be more beautiful at that than you were," he stammered in reply. I shrugged. We'll see, I guess. My best friends still had their turns coming, and he was still hard as a rock for them. I gave his dick one last slow, slurping suck, and then, before I turned into a puddle of blubbering mush before him, I got up and returned to the quiet room, feeling totally different, completely new.



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Chapter 16


Liza and Sarah were glaring at me when I stepped back in. I felt like a daughter getting caught by her parents sneaking in long after curfew.

"I thought we agreed on fifteen minutes," Liza said.

"How long was I in there?"

"Nearly half an hour."

I cringed. "I'm so sorry. I had no idea so much time had passed!"

"It must have been heavenly. You must have lost all track of space and time and reality. It must have been blissfully divine."

"Actually, it sorta was."

"Did he ... finish?" Sarah wanted to know. "Did you ... you know... ?"

"Wanna smell my breath," I replied, sticking my tongue out at her.

"You little whore!" Sarah said, and she ran up and hugged me, jumping up and down like I'd just kicked the winning goal for our team. "You absolute prostitute! You slutty little cum-chugger! You skanky little sperm disposal! You-"

"Alright! I get it!"

Sarah talks about a thousand words a minute, and all that came out in like nine and a half seconds. I know she didn't mean it, but it was giving me a headache.

"We need a new system," Liza said. "The day will be over if we all keep losing track of time like that. None of us will even get ... all the way."

"What do you suggest?" Trish said, lifting her head from her forearms like a bored dog on a lazy summer day.

"Just wait here," Liza told us. And she stepped into the storage room.

"Hey! It's my turn next!" Sarah complained. But Liza came right back in, dragging Charley behind her. He was struggling to do up his pants with one hand as he came through the curtains. My heart skipped a beat again just looking at him. I could still taste him. I wanted more. It wasn't my turn though.

"Alright, here's the new deal," Liza began. "Since Princess Kimberly here used up like half an hour of our precious time with Charley, we're gonna have to ramp things up a bit. Here's what's gonna happen. No more sneaking off into the storage room for the blowjobs. We're gonna take the rest of our turns right here."

"But ... But Charley's shy!" I objected. "That's why we took so long! It took me that long just for him to let me open my eyes while he undid his pants! How's he gonna-"

"He's gonna have to man-up if he wants the rest of his fun. We're seriously running out of time here!"

She did have a point, but that threw our secret plan in danger. How could he do me first during the next oral sex round if all the girls were watching?

"How was she, Charley?" Sarah asked. In answer, he blushed bright pink and cast his gaze downward like a little boy who'd been caught stealing cookies. He was smiling though, so they must have been really good cookies.

"Don't interrupt, Sarah! We've got to figure this out!"

Sarah flinched like she'd been slapped. Liza sounded aggravated.

"Listen," Trish said. "No matter what we do now, we're still gonna run out of time. It's nearly three now. Even if Kimmy had gone in and out in thirty five seconds, we still would have run out of time."

The girls were silent for a moment. The tension in the air was chaotic. Charley broke it, sensing the others were feeling annoyed with me.

"I'm sorry we took so long. It just took me a few minutes to get ... brave I guess. I really am very nervous about all this. Kimmy was awesome at making me feel okay about it. But it took a while. Sorry."

"Alright then," Liza said, authoritatively. "The sex is gonna have to wait until tomorrow. We still have a whole day to fuck around. No more time limits and no more hiding away taking turns."

"But what if Charley can't get out of class again?" Trish asked. "He's already missed a whole day of school."

"Charley will tell his mom he spent the whole day in the bathroom with a sick stomach. He'll call in sick from school tomorrow, and then, after his mom leaves for work, he'll sneak over to school anyway and hide out in the bathroom. At exactly nine-fifteen, after Principal Davis shuts us in here and we'll sneak through the storage room and let him in. Yes?"

Liza always was the man with the plan, even though she was a girl. Usually her little schemes got us in trouble, but in this case, we were in trouble already anyway. Her scheme was just making the trouble more fun.

"Think your mom will buy it, Charley?" I asked him.

He nodded.

"Think you can sneak into the school without any of your friends seeing you and telling a teacher?"

"I don't really have any friends."

"Oh yeah. Right."

I wanted to hug him and make all his loneliness go away forever. He was standing only a few feet away from me, but it might as well have been a mile. Ah well, I'd be hugging him in the most intimate way possible soon enough.

"So then everything should be perfect," Liza said.

Charley shrugged. Charley nodded.

"Isn't he just the cutest thing!" Sarah gushed. "I could just eat him up!"

"Well it is your turn," Liza told her.

"I didn't mean like that. I just meant ... Well, okay, like that I guess." And she giggled. Silly Sarah. Then she got up out of her chair and stepped up toward him. He backed up half a step, but the wall as blocking his retreat. Sarah noticed his reaction and backed up a bit as well, looking completely confused. She glanced over at Liza. Liza shrugged. Then she looked back at Charley again, passing Liza's shrug onto him.

"I don't know if I can do this, guys," Charley stammered. "I'm not ... I can't..."

Liza got impatient all of a sudden. She dropped her head onto her forearms, just like Trish, but more exasperated than bored.

"Charley! Repeat after me!" Liza said. "Hey, bitch! Get down on your slutty little knees. This cock ain't gonna suck itself!"

"Huh? No! I can't-"

Liza jumped up, grabbed Sarah, and thrust her at him like an offering to the gods. Now she was standing in front of him with Liza gripping her by the shoulders. Her pretty little tits were pointing at him, all plump and perky. Trish's eyebrows levitated a bit. Then the corners of her mouth followed.

Liza repeated the line, prompting him again. "Hey, bitch! Get down on your little slut knees and slurp the jizz right out of my meatstick! Don't make me tell you twice, you dirty little cumdumpster!" He seemed to shrink back a bit though.

"Hey!" Sarah protested.

"You are a cumdumpster, Sarah. You are if he says you are! We're trying to put some backbone into this kid. You'll do as you're told, slut!"

Now I was grinning too. I was also pretty turned on, listening to Liza giving Sarah a verbal back-handing like that.

"Alright..." Sarah replied sheepishly. And she giggled again.

"Now say the line, Charles. Make her your bitch!"

"Suck me off, you little dumpster girl..." Charley stammered, but he said it with about as much conviction as a terrified little mouse trying to roar at a lion.

"No, no, no!" Liza corrected him. "Say it like you mean it! Grow a pair, wouldja!? Make her your bitch! Own her!"

"Own me! Own me!" Sarah parroted.

"Suck me off, you slutty ... girl!" he stammered again. He had no more conviction than the last try, but he was a little louder this time.

"Weak, dude! You really think that's gonna get anyone on their knees in front of you? Get mad! Get strong!"

"I can't. Sarah's nice. I don't wanna-"

"Slap her!" Liza commanded.

"What!?" Sarah and Charley and Trish gasped together. Sarah was now trying to turn around, to see if Liza had suddenly grown two horns and a pointy tail. But Liza held her steady.

"I said smack her! She wouldn't have even bothered to talk to you if Trish hadn't pulled you in on our little game. Doesn't that piss you off? How many times has she walked right past you in the halls without even looking at you? Now suddenly she cares what you think just because us three are all over you? No! That's just wrong! Smack this little bitch right across her slutty little face!"

"Liza! What the fuck?" Trish said. I was pretty confused myself.

"It's just a smack. Sarah can take it. I'm trying to save this boy's life here!"

"By turning him into a wife beater?"

"No! By making him realize he doesn't have to be afraid to stand up for himself! He's gonna go around the rest of his life getting ignored, getting walked all over, getting spit on by pretty girls if he doesn't man up and show them he's got ten-ton testicles. Now smack this little bitch, would you!!!"

His arm shot out and back-handed her. There was a quick snapping smack sound and her face spun sideways. Her hair swung like a curtain in the wind, dropping in front of her face. Her hand went to her cheek. Her mouth was a shocked little O of surprise. All of us gasped. Even Liza.

"Get down on your dirty little slut knees and suck my fucking cock, you goddamn stuck up little bitch!" He friggin' growled it at her too. His eyes were fearsome. He pointed directly into her face and never broke the lock his gaze had on her stunned-looking eyes. After a mere moment's thought, Sarah literally threw herself to the floor, landing hard on her knees and reaching up to whip his button open. She got it on the first try too, somehow. I'd had so much trouble with it, but she snapped it open like it was nothing. Then she was yanking his pants down and Liza was backing away, like a director who'd got her actors into the zone and now had to make sure she wasn't in the shot. The next thing we knew, Sarah was slurping madly on his already throbbing manhood. She was squealing with lust as she did it too, and gobbling him madly like a fat chick who'd fallen hard off the ice cream wagon. She sucked until her cheeks puckered inward. She bobbed like she had a gun to her head. She jerked at him with her hands, smearing the spit and slobber all over the places her mouth couldn't reach. Charley grabbed her head to steady himself. She moaned. She squealed. And then she bobbed even faster. Sarah was sucking cock. And she looked amazing at it.

"Ow! Teeth!" he cried out, flinching a bit.

She whimpered into his dick, apologizing and slowing down a bit. She bobbed more carefully now, less crazy, and his groan turned into a stammering sigh. Her eyes flicked up at him and he nodded his head, approving of the new improved heaven she was slurping into him. But in all the excitement, she'd forgotten to bust her tits out of her bra for him. I grinned to myself.

"Fuck yeah!" he stammered. "Good girl. Good little cock sucker."

He'd lost some of the conviction he'd had a moment ago, but he was still convincing enough.

"When you cum, I want you to grab her by the hair and squirt it all over her face," Liza said. And Sarah moaned in agreement, nodding her head vigorously. "She's a dirty little slut, and she wants it. She loves cock. She loves cum. She wants to be your slutty little cum whore." And Sarah moaned in agreement at this too.

It was right about then that I realized Liza was saying this more for Trish's benefit than anyone else. I'd been so enraptured in the scene that I'd hardly noticed Trish was now sitting up fully and leaning in to get a better look. Liza was still trying to convince her that whorishly slutty was the new norm.

But then Charley surprised us all.

"If you want it so bad, get over here and help the little slut!"

It took Liza a moment to realize he was talking to her. His voice was shaky, but he was trying with all his might to sound determined. Liza looked at him, incredulous.

"Nice one. Now you're getting the-"

"NOW, BITCH!" he hollered at her. And my pussy damn near squirted a load of her own into my panties right then. I expected Liza to rebuke him, telling him not to get too big for his britches or something, but instead she obeyed. She slid off her chair and got down on her knees beside Sarah. The next thing I knew they were making a blowjob sandwich of his dick, sliding their mouths up and down his shaft from either side, almost kissing each other near the tip, but then sliding downward again. I could see their little tongues, flickering and swirling and tickling his cock. I could also see Sarah's eyes flowing freely with tears. She was still moaning and squealing with delight though, but she was also weeping for some reason. I had no idea why.

Charley grabbed Liza by the hair and jammed his cock into her mouth. He groaned. She moaned. And then he started shoving her head up and down on his cock, like she was a rag doll and he was merely using her mouth to jerk himself off. She just let him, gagging a bit and grunting against his every thrust, but not resisting him at all. Apparently she'd created a monster. I damn near might have laughed out loud if I wasn't so fuckin' turned on by the scene. For some reason, I wanted to be his dirty little cumwhore too, on my knees getting mouth-fucked like that, being owned. Why? I'll never understand it. It just looked so ... right.

"That's right, suck it, bitch. Make me cum."

Once again, his voice wasn't completely convincing, but he was doing a damn good job of faking it. As far as my pussy was concerned, he was convincing enough. Liza obeyed. Her cheeks hollowed inwards and her jaw made sloppy toothless chewing motions as she massaged at him with her tongue. He thrust in and out of the deliciously slurping suction a few times and then Sarah literally shoved Liza off of him and stole his cock for herself, like they were both on the verge of starvation and his cum was the only source of food for a thousand miles. Liza went down to suckle his balls, babbling mindlessly as she did.

"That's right! Make us your dirty little sluts! Choke us with your big fat cock! Own us! Cum for us!"

Once again, she was saying this more at Trish than at Charley. I could tell, though I might have been the only one in the room who noticed besides Liza herself. Liza's plan was working perfectly it seemed. Trish was staring, eyes wide, jaw dropped, palms flat on the table as though she needed to hang on to something to keep from flying off the planet as it spun wildly out of control. The two of them fought over Charley's cock, reducing themselves to absolute slaves for him. But was Trish actually being healed somehow by this spectacle, or was it just shock and awe on her face?

"Cum on me! Shoot it in my face!" Sarah said, jerking at him with her hand and slurping the head of it into her mouth before Liza snatched it away again. Charley flinched and shivered with every motion they made. He looked like a man being tickled too intensely, too fast and for too long. His mouth was open and he was gasping for breath like a fish out of water. I think maybe his little teenage boy mind was blown, though he was fighting with all his might to maintain some sort of macho façade. Yet at the same time, I could see that he was in heaven too, when his eyes would close and his face would lift toward the ceiling. Two beautiful girls were sucking on his dick, and though they were clumsy and random about it, they were also two beautiful girls sucking on his dick.

"No, me! I want it! Cum in my mouth! I wanna taste it! I wanna swallow it! I want it all!"

I'd never heard Liza talk so nasty in all my life, and it was a total shock. She was a hundred percent convincing about it though. And she gobbled him down again, diving down so far she forced Sarah's hand off the base of his dick. And she squealed a one hundred percent convincing squeal. Her mouth was now full of dick. She held him there like that, massaging him with her mouth for a moment or two, and then she yanked off again. Her eyes were watering now too. The two of them could have passed for twins, except for their hair colors.

Sarah got on him again and tried the same thing, trying to go even deeper, but she pulled off sooner, gagging, nearly vomiting on the floor beside him.

"Ha! Elizabeth Lewis for the win!" Liza said, and she slurped herself down on him again with a quick gasp for breath. Charley moaned, almost whimpering, almost crying he was so astonished. But he kept a tight grip on Liza's hair and worked himself in and out of her mouth. Then his astonished expression changed into a sneer. He tugged his dick out of her slobbering suction with a lip-smacking slurp and shoved himself into Sarah's mouth again.

"Sarah gets the cum!" he announced, panting and groaning in between sentences. "She's ten times the dirty little slut you are. And she loves being my dirty little whore too. You're just pretending so you can win a contest."

Liza did not argue. She grinned, backing out of the blast radius. She was living proof that sometimes you can lose and still win at the same time, in so many ways.

"Here I go!" Charley said. "Ah God!"

Sarah was still jack hammering herself up and down his shaft, and apparently she'd brought him over some invisible brink, sucking, slurping, slobbering all over his twitching protrusion. She squealed louder than ever when she felt the throb of tension that signaled his release. He yanked his cock free of her desperately sucking mouth and began jerking it fast and steady, gripping her by the hair with his free hand. Then he was cumming. God he looked amazing too! Godlike and statuesque as his cock puked out a mess of ejaculation onto her wildly panting face. Some got her on the cheeks. Some hit her chin. Some hit her forehead. Some spurted out onto her tongue. Some got in her hair. She sat on her heels with her arms thrown back like a ballerina about to take a bow and she let him splatter her gorgeous little face with a slimy wet load of hot sticky boy spunk.

It was in that moment I realized I would never again be jealous of her beauty, as long as I lived. For the rest of my life, if I ever began to feel envious of her looks, or the attention she got from boys, all I would have to do is close my eyes and picture that moment, where the streams of white ejected from his spasming, spurting dick and sprayed gratuitously all over her gorgeous pin-up girl face. Her cheek still glowing pink from the smack he'd given her a few minutes before, making her his little whore.

When it was over they both sat there panting and gasping from the exertion. He released his grip on her hair and dropped backward. His pants were still around his ankles and he might have fallen right over if the wall hadn't caught him. His cock was angry red, still throbbing, slimy and wet with saliva and cum. He let go of it and reached back to steady himself.

"Whoa ... dizzy..." he said.

"You okay?" Sarah asked, still panting, looking up at her master with a cum-slathered face.

"Yeah..."

"Feel better, boy?" Liza asked him.

"Kinda I mean, I feel a thousand times better than I've ever felt in my entire life. But I still feel weird about slapping-"

"Don't apologize!" Liza cut in. "Don't ruin it!"

"Huh?"

"I'm not saying you should go around smacking every chick you think you might wanna get a blowjob from. You'll wind up in jail if you do that. The smack was symbolic. It was a smack to every girl who ever treated you like a nobody, ignored you, treated you like crap. Maybe it was a smack to your mom for smothering you too much, or not enough. I don't know. And it was a smack to yourself for putting up with it all. And to all the guys who ever picked on you too, once and for all. Smack! Take that bitches! And now you never have to do it again. Do you understand?"

Charley nodded. I nodded too. She was making a scary amount of sense. It was like Charley had smacked away about two tons of insecurity, and cum the remainder all over Sarah's face.

"If you ever feel like you're too scared to talk to a pretty girl, like you're unworthy or useless, just remember Sarah here. She's the queen of the pretty girls, right? And you conquered her. You came all over her. Look at her. She's got your cum all over her pretty little face. You totally owned her and she loved it. The rest is just remembering ... realizing who you are, who you can be."

"Where did you learn all this stuff, Liza?" I asked her.

"Fucked if I know. I'm just making it up as I go. Makes sense though, right?"

"So what did Sarah learn?" Trish asked. "To let guys smack her around and treat her like a whore for being prettier than everybody else?"

Trish's tone was cutting. She was apparently pretty pissed off.

"No," Liza said. "Sarah has learned the most important lesson of all."

"What's that?" Trish asked.

"That sex isn't supposed to be about how the other person feels, what the guy thinks, what the guy likes, what gets him off. It's about how you feel, what you think, what feels good and right and sexy to you. And if it takes a smack in the face to get her out of her own head for a few minutes so she can really enjoy herself, then so be it. Maybe every girl on the planet needs a smack like that."

Sarah stroked at the handprint on her cheek.

"All's I know is I never felt so turned on in all my life. Is that weird, guys?" Sarah asked, giggling nervously. "Am I some kinda kooky S&M freak or something?"

"Sarah," Liza said. "Why do you give a shit what the fuck we think about anything? Why do you care? Just let it go! If you're turned on, be turned on! If your body likes it, if it makes your brain burn, and your nipples tingle then fuck what we think, or what anybody else thinks. You be Sarah. You enjoy the things that get Sarah Thomas off. If you don't, I'm gonna smack you myself."

And then we were quiet again, all five of us. I was staring at Charley's cock, marveling that it was still rock hard even after he already came twice. Did it ever go down? The guys in the stories went soft after they blew their loads. Charley was still standing tall. I wanted him to do me right there and then. He was just so ... strong.

Liza broke the silence again.

"God, it smells like fuck in here! Clean yourself up, would you?"

Sarah giggled, snapping out of a daze of her own. She started wiping her face clean, smearing it off of her with her fingers, and licking her fingers clean. Trish eventually offered her a tissue when she'd gotten all she could. Sarah shrugged and gestured for Trish to help her since she couldn't see where the mess was without a mirror, so Trish cleaned her up, like a paramedic dressing wounds. When they were finally done, Trish sat down again, and Sarah lay down on the floor as though exhausted from her efforts. Charley began pulling his pants back up.

"Wait a second!" Sarah said. "Trish hasn't had her turn yet!"

Charley looked over at her and then continued doing up his pants. "Trish doesn't want a turn."

I'm not sure how he knew that, but he was absolutely certain of it. And he was absolutely right. Trish turned away, and put her head back down on her forearm on the desk.

"Suit yourself, honey," Liza said. "We agreed right from the start that nobody has to do anything they don't want to."

Except that we did have to, Sarah and I. Liza wouldn't have let us get away with not going through with this little scheme of hers, not in a million years. But somehow Trish was off the hook. I might have been pissed off if I didn't enjoy being with Charley so much. I loved being with Charley, but on another level, the whole mess just wasn't fair. Oh well. I'd have to worry about it later.

"I, um ... really gotta pee," Charley said. "Can you come with me and let me back in the storage room?" He was talking to me. I snapped out of my daze.

"Oh sure! Of course!"

"Look, we're done here already," Liza said. "There's not much else we can do in the next fifteen minutes. We might as well just let him go. We'll see him tomorrow at nine-fifteen."

"Alright," I answered. "I'll just walk him to the door anyway."

Liza looked at me funny, then at him. I think maybe she was starting to realize something was going on between us. I mean, come on! He didn't really need me to walk him to the door. It was fairly obvious. She didn't say anything though so we went without another word.

"Hear that, little cherry?" Sarah told herself. "Looks like you survive for one more day. But come tomorrow morning, you're fucked."

"Literally," Liza said. And that's all I heard.

As soon as we got the door closed behind us, Charley started whispering rapidly.

"My parents are out tonight. If you wanna do the secret plan thing with me tonight, you can come over after school and I'll sneak you in."

"I can't! I mean, I'd love to, Charley, more than anything in the world, but I'm grounded!"

"It'll be our only chance to be alone together!"

We were standing by the storage room door now, the one that led out into the school hallway. There was a squeak of a running shoe on the other side. The coast wasn't clear yet. I grabbed him and kissed him hard.

"I love you, I love you, I love you!" I said, breaking away from the brain-dazzling tongue tango. "I wanna do this! I wanna do it tonight! I want you to be my first. But I can't sneak out. I don't think any of us can. I'm grounded til Sunday night!"

"So what do we do?"

I glanced down at the floor, thinking quickly, and the little crazy bastard squirrel in my head actually ran up a pretty useful tree for once.

"You come to my house!" I answered in reckless desperation. "I'll sneak you in."

"How?"

"My bedroom is on the second floor, facing sideways toward the neighbor's house. If you go around to the back yard, you can climb up onto the roof of the garage and I can get you into my window from there. I've snuck out that way a few times. Just come after ten o'clock. I'll say I'm going to bed early."

"Kay ... Okay ... Alright..." he said, shaking in his shoes. "Ten o'clock then."

"Ten fifteen," I said. "Just in case they tuck me in to bed or something."

"Okay. Ten-fifteen."

"You know where I live?"

"Yeah," he said. And I grinned at him.

"Freakin' stalker!"

I kissed him once more, and shoved him through the door. The coast was clear now.

"Bye! Love you, Kim!" And that was the last thing I heard him say until later that night when he was tapping at my window like a vampire seeking blood. I would give him my blood alright. Just not from my neck.



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Chapter 17


How in the hell can a girl possibly try to look innocent after plotting to give her virginity away behind her best friends' backs? I stood behind the back door to the quiet room for about a minute, frantically scrambling to calm myself down, desperately trying to think up some nonchalant excuse for why it took me so long just to walk Charley to the storage room exit. In the end, I decided to just go with what they were probably already thinking anyway.

"What can I say? I'm a horny little slut and I wanted one last quick feel. So sue me."

I said this grinning at them, and I was blushing from head to toe too, so it wasn't much of a stretch for their imaginations. They were regarding me with cocked eyebrows and crossed arms as I walked back in, like I was a kitty cat with canary feathers in her mouth. I slid into my chair, feeling their eyes piercing into me.

"Methinks our friend Kimmy might be crushing on that boy," Liza said.

I couldn't argue with this either so I just went along with it.

"As if you're not all gooey in the gitchies over him too."

"He is pretty sexy, in a weird sort of way," Sarah said. "I mean, he's totally not my type, but every little thing about him just makes me feel ... well, even more silly than I already am."

I didn't like the look in her eye as she said that. I felt an ugly twinge of jealousy as I thought about her actually liking Charley as more than a boy to fool around with in our detention. Maybe that slap had knocked something else into her. I beat that notion down into the secret places and just continued my charade.

"See? Sarah agrees! He's so cute, and shy, and eager. It just makes me wanna ... let him ... have whatever he wants from me. Go nuts!"

"Well, we'll all have plenty of time for that tomorrow," Liza said. "None of you better not chicken out on me when the crap hits the fan for really reals."

"No way!" Sarah said, almost panting with dramatic desperation. "I'm so wound up I could follow him home and get him to do me right now."

You better not, bitch!

I was staring down at the table, so nobody noticed the sudden panic in my eyes as my brain screamed at her like she was a fox prowling around my hen house.

"Oh God! Me too!" I said, gushing along with her.

"You guys are nuts," Liza said. "A few hours ago he was nobody, and now you're ready to give it all up for him like a couple of horny fangirls stalking a rock star."

"Well, he's not nobody anymore," Sarah said.

Trish was quiet all through this conversation. Finally she rummaged into her bag and fished out her assignment. She slid it towards me across the table without a word.

"Oh shit! I'm supposed to turn these in! I completely forgot!"

The other girls dug theirs out as well and soon we had a small stack of hand-written pages with four different names on them.

"Ah man! I am so not looking forward to scribbling out this homework all night!" Sarah said, pouting like a spoiled child forced into ninety-nine thousand hours of chores.

"Only one more day of this, and then it's all done," Liza said. "Just think of it this way: if we'd never gotten this stupid detention, you never would have met lover boy."

"True enough," I said, though I'd already met him a couple years ago. I never would have gotten to know him though, if not for this detention.

"Do you think he'd ask me out, I mean, after all this is over?" Sarah said, sitting up tall and thrusting out her tits now instead of her pouting lip. God, the boy wasn't even in the room and she was already putting the moves on him. But what could I say about it without drawing attention to my own intentions? Trish said it for me.

"As if he's even your type, Sarah. You'd date him for a week and drop him like a used tampon, acting like he was just a silly little fling and didn't mean anything at all to you. You know you would. He's just too plain for you."

"Well maybe I could change him. Maybe dating me would make him more confident or whatever." She got up out of her chair and paced around a bit, stretching as though exhausted, arching her back, thrusting out her T and A. "Sometimes all a guy needs is the right kind of attention and he suddenly turns his whole life around."

"Don't even bother," Liza said. "Just have your fun with him tomorrow and then go back to your usual hottie boys with more muscle than brains. It's the only way you're ever gonna be happy."

"And just think," I added, "once your virginity is out of the way, you'll be free to do whatever you want with those hottie boys and they'll be after you even more. Yummy!"

Sarah giggled and seemed to agree, but as soon as the attention turned to me getting those assignments in on time, I noticed her eyes go distant and dreamy.

"Any special assignment for tomorrow?" I asked. "We need to bring any video cameras, a European soccer team, keg of beer, rocket propelled grenade launchers?"

Liza thought about it for a moment. Then she shrugged. "Just make sure you're showered, shaved, and ready to rock."

"Shaved?" Sarah said, stroking her chin as though a beard had suddenly grown there in the last fourteen seconds.

"Down there," Liza said, swatting her in the lower stomach. She almost hit her right in the lovebump. That woulda been weird.

"Oh! Down there!" Sarah said. She giggled. "Way ahead of you. Charlie's in for a nice surprise tomorrow!"

"As if he'll even know the difference," Trish muttered. Sarah started in with some retort about boys reading Playboys and watching porn on the net and knowing exactly what ... but I didn't hear the rest. I gathered up the pages and headed out the door.

Now I was panicked, plunged into an agony of insecurity and doubt. I mean, let's face it, if Sarah showed any interest in Charles at all, he would crumble and go panting after her, panting after her luscious nearly-D tits, and her beautifully round ass, and her fat, pouty, bee-stung lips, and her gorgeous blue eyes, and her silky blond hair. Even her pussy was prettier than mine! All pink and pretty and pouty! And Charley would crumble under all that attention and he'd forget all about me. And then, after she got bored of him after a week or so, she'd dump him and go back to one of her hottie boys, just like Trish said she would, and then Charley would come crawling back to me all used and tossed away like so much trash, and I'd hate him for choosing me second.

All these thoughts were rampaging through my head, along with a hundred other imaginations about Charley's dick sliding into Sarah's pretty pink little pussy, and I'd have to watch her make him moan, and shiver, and shake, and thrust, and groan, and climax, and shoot his goo all over her, feeling sick with jealously but putting on a big act for the girls. And then she would flatter him and flirt with him, and lead him on and toy with him, and finally get him to ask her out and leave me dying in the wake of all my dreams of loving him forever-

Hold on a second, dumb-ass!

I stopped in my tracks in the hallway.

Weren't you the one who ignored him and tossed his love away like so much trash when he had that big crush on you for all those months? Weren't you the one who wouldn't even give him the time of day because he was too plain and boring to even talk to? And now you're accusing Sarah, one of your best friends of doing the exact same thing because you think you somehow own him just because he once had love for you that you just tossed away?

I hung my head, hugged the stack of papers to my chest and kept walking. This voice in my head was absolutely right. I was being a selfish little bitch. If Charley chose Sarah over me, he had every right to. Why should even talk to me after all I'd put him through? That settled it. I was resigned to let her have him if she really wanted him. Something in my guts still burned a little, but my head knew what was right.

But then I stopped again and smacked myself in the forehead. It's a good thing the halls were deserted when I did that. I must have looked pretty dumb. What was I even worried about? I had something Sarah could never take away from me. I had Charley coming over to my house to give me his virginity and take mine. In all my stupid hormonal panic, I'd completely forgotten he was coming over for a secret rendezvous.

I promised myself I would make it so goddamn freakin' spectacular for him, he'd completely forget Sarah even existed, no matter how fat her stupid tits are.

With that settled, I dropped off the assignments in the office at 3:25 and then headed back to the library.

People were starting to file out of classrooms on my way back. And somehow everything was different. I looked at each girl wondering how far she'd gone with a boy, comparing myself to her, wondering what she'd think of me if she ever found out how far I'd gone. I looked at each boy wondering how far he'd ever gotten with a girl, and wondering what his face would look like as a girl made him cum the way I'd done for Charley. I even looked at a teacher like that too, wondering what her face would look like, covered in cum. Someone bumped into me, and someone else jostle me the other way. I snapped out of my daze, suddenly self-conscious. I'd sucked a boy off a while ago. Did it show? Could they tell by looking at me that I made a boy cum? Was my face still red? Was my hair mussed up? What did my breath smell like? Dear lord, I suddenly wanted some gum in the worst way.

"Hey, Kimmy," a girl named Claire said as I passed her. "How was detention?"

"It sucked," I answered, and then laughed to myself as I walked away. "Did it ever."

The girls were waiting for me to return, standing in the open doorway of the quiet room. The librarian just shrugged when we asked if we could go, so we decided we were done for the day. Principal Davis was gone anyway. All we had to do was turn in those assignments.

We said goodbye and left the school with warnings to get the last two assignments done. After that it would be all gravy.

The trouble was, Sarah lives on the same street as me, about a block up and around the bend. So we usually walk together. It's part of how we became friends in the first place. The reason it was a problem was because I was stewing in a bitter fit of jealousy of her deep down inside and had to put on my best phony cheerful face so she wouldn't think anything was wrong.

She babbled most of the way, and I just smiled and nodded, not saying much. She laughed about the stories we'd read, the pictures on her camera, the funny feeling of being "kinda juicied up a bit".

"Jucied?" I said. "You mean juiced?"

"I felt pretty juicy. Didn't you?"

"A little, I guess. I just never heard it put that way."

"Oh my God, I can't even imagine what tomorrow will be like! What do you think it'll be like? Do you think it'll hurt? Do you think anyone will chicken out? I know I won't, but I'm scared half to death already. I can't even imagine what it'll be like when..."

I zoned out for a while as she babbled. I did notice she was lisping a bit. That was weird.

" ... and that smack just made me feel, like, kinda alive, you know. Like it woke me up somehow and I felt like three times more awake than I usually am. And oh-my-God when he started yelling at me, I nearly wet my panties. And I kinda sorta blanked out when I was actually doing him. It was like all I could see was the front of his stomach and all I could feel was the heat where he hit me, on my face. My whole body felt hollow and weird, you know? It was like I was far away and yet it was more real than anything I felt in my life. Even when he was done it took me a few minutes to snap out of it, but I..."

There were like three or four times when I wanted to add something to the conversation, but she kept right on babbling. She barely even paused for breath. So I eventually zoned out again, daydreaming about the cum all over Sarah's face, and the look in Charlie's eyes, and the way his chest moved as he was breathing, so hot and intense.

" ... when it actually goes in it's supposed to hurt at first but then after a while it's all oohey and gooey and stretchy and wet and tickly and amazing, and she said that the pain is sorta a good thing somehow, like it gets you all into it, like tickling on a tender muscle, and when you're brain gets used to the idea that there's actually a dick inside you, you calm down a bit and stop freaking out down there and the pain goes away cause you're not tightened up like a little girl getting raped or something, all tryna resist it and everything, cause she said it only really hurts when you're too tense. If you just go with the flow everything feels all tickly and pretty and sweet and awesome, I guess like the way the chicks in those stories feel, when they're all moaning, and screaming for more, and-"

"Wait. Who said this?" I asked, cutting her off.

"Who said what?"

"Who said sex eventually feels okay, after you get used to it?"

"Angie. She lost her v-card to Jonathon Harris last summer and they've been at it ever since, except eventually he dumped her and started seeing Margret Pauling, but there's rumours that Margret doesn't go all the way so he still goes back to Angie once in a while and she still does him because she thinks maybe he'll take her back but he never does. It's so stupid. But anyway, she told me all about it one night. She told me she'd gone all the way with him on the couch in his basement and I said I didn't believe her so I got her to tell me every dirty little in-and-out-detail of what it feels like and everything, just to prove she was telling the truth. I guess she was."

"Admit it. You just wanted to hear the dirty details."

"Wouldn't you? We all gotta lose it sometime. I was just wondering what to expect."

"How'd he talk her into it?"

"Apparently he didn't even have to. They were just making out, and he started feeling her up and she said it felt so nice kissing him and being felt up by him that when he pulled her pants and panties down, she just didn't bother stopping him. And when he pulled his pants down and got on top of her on the couch, she just let him. Next thing you know they're doing it, just like that."

"Did she say if it feels okay the very first time, or after a few times?"

"I'm not sure. I guess maybe after a few times, cause she said it only lasted about two minutes the first time. He just popped her and got it all the way in and the next thing you know, he was cumming already after like nine or ten strokes. She said it hurt like hell being ripped open and stretched like that, but after a while it started to feel good. I guess she meant after they'd done it a few times."

"It's different for every girl though. And I heard it's even different with every different guy you're with once you do lose it. So it's kinda like you lose your cherry all over again every time you're with a new guy, cause every guy has like, different moves and different size, or whatever. I don't know if that's true but that's what I heard."

"I hope that's true. I mean, I'm probably gonna tell each guy I'm a virgin every time. I don't wanna look like a ho or anything, but I wonder if it really feels like you are. I wouldn't ever wanna get bored with sex. I mean, I get bored of just kissing the same guy after a few weeks, I mean, once you get used to it and know exactly what he's gonna do. It's just boring after a while. What if sex is the same way?"

"I think sex feels way different than just kissing. I dunno. You ever get bored of diddling the dude in the little pink canoe?"

"No way! If sex is like that, then I'll never get bored!"

"Well there ya go. Sex is probably a million times better."

"Yeah. Probably."

"I suppose. If the guy lasts more than nine strokes that is."

"Yeah. That would suck. If you were like, all into it and the guy just blows and quits on you. Man!"

"Yeah. I also heard someone saying that all guys are the same. They just wanna stick their dicks in you, bust their nut, and walk away again. I sure hope that's not true."

"Me too. That would totally suck. Especially if you liked the guy."

"If you didn't like the guy, you wouldn't be boinking him, right?"

"Well sometimes you just do it because he's hot, and he wants you, and he's popular, or if he's got a car and stuff."

"Please tell me you're just joking, Sarah. Because that's completely disgusting."

"What is?"

"Sleeping with a guy you don't even like just because he's popular!"

"Oh! Well no! Of course that's wrong. I was just saying what some girls do, you know? When I sleep with someone I want it to mean something. I want it to be special. Maybe we won't get married and all that, but I at least want it to be a nice memory, especially the first time."

"Me too."

"That's why I like Charley so much. He's not a player. He's not gonna go bragging to his friends. And he's not gonna kill it by coming back for more over and over like I owe him or something."

"Someone's done that to you?"

"Well, once I let a guy feel me up, like on the boobs, and then it's like he thinks it's open season after that, like I'm not allowed to say no anymore. I just hate that."

"Sounds shitty. But you can always say no. They are your tits, right?"

"I know. I just don't like getting into fights about it. I don't wanna be called a bitch or a tease or anything, so I just let them do ... whatever."

"That's gonna get you in trouble someday."

"Not with Charley."

There she was again, fussing and fawning over my Charley. I was nearly gnashing my teeth by the time we got to my house. We stood there in front of my driveway for a few minutes, still chatting.

"So are you gonna go after him for real?" I asked her, laying it on the line.

"You kinda like him too, don't you?"

I didn't say anything. I just looked away toward my house.

"I don't know what I'm gonna do," she said. "Trish is right. I've never been with someone normal like that. I don't know if I'd really like him after the first rush is over."

"You do get bored easily."

"I'm just gonna go with the flow, enjoy tomorrow, and then see what happens between us after that. If it goes anywhere, then I'll give it a shot. If not, well ... I'm just glad I lost my v-card to a decent guy who really appreciates it."

"Yeah. There's a lot of dicks out there..."

Just then a car drove up. There were three guys in it, hottie boy types. The car slowed and the boys gawked. Sarah spun toward me and gave me the "Oh my god, would you look at that!" look. Then she turned around again, slowly, dragging the motion out. They stopped a few car lengths up.

"Oh my God! Oh my God! Oh my God!" Sarah stammered quietly to me.

One of the guys slid out the window and sat on the door, blatantly staring back at us. We just stood there looking. Then the guy beckoned. Sarah took a step forward.

"No," he said. "The other one."

"Me?" I asked. Sarah turned and looked at me, as stunned as I was.

"Yeah. You. Come here a moment."

This hottie boy actually wanted to talk to me with Sarah "Titanic Tits" Thomas standing there? I walked over slowly, looking back at Sarah with disbelief.

"How's it going?" the guy said.

"Fine. What's up?"

"We were just wondering about your friend there."

Of course! I knew there had to be a catch. They were just too cowardly to talk to her themselves so they called me over. The guy was super cute though. I was irritated and attracted at the same time. Damn hormones.

"What about her?" I said, coolly.

"She got a boyfriend?"

"Once in a while."

"She got a boyfriend now?"

"She's thinking about it."

"So she's single then?"

"Far as I know."

"Does she put out?" some guy quipped from the back seat. His buddy smacked him for being a dickhead.

"Once in a while," I answered, looking back at her. She was out of ear shot. "If you're cute, and popular, and have a nice car, and want her."

"I definitely do."

"Well, as long as you're not an ass who goes grabbing at her like you own her, she just might want you back."

I told myself I was just being completely honest with them, but deep down I knew I was selling her out, just trying to keep Charley for myself. I felt shitty even as the words were coming out of my mouth.

"And she just might flop down on her back and let you plow into her crack!" the guy blurted from the back seat.

"Dude! Be cool!" the window guy said, kicking at him.

"She just might," I said. "She sucked off this guy at school today."

"Right in the school?" the guy asked, his jaw dropping. All three of them turned to look at her now.

"Yup. Right in front of me and our two girl friends."

"She swallow?" the guy in the backseat wanted to know.

"Nope. She licked it off her fingers after he came all over her face. And then she swallowed it."

"Damn..." the boy said. "Lucky guy."

"That he is."

"So if we just be cool she just might go for it with us?" the driver said.

"Not all of you, but maybe one of you, if you're cool."

"What about you?" driver asked. "You like to party too?"

"I got a boyfriend," I lied.

"Too bad."

"Too bad for you. Lucky for him."

And then I turned and walked back to Sarah.

"They're all yours," I said.

"Did they tell you to send me over?"

"Yup," I lied again. Sarah started walking over. "Watch out for the creepy guy in the back seat," I told her. "He's a pervert."

She went over. She talked to them. She giggled. She flipped her hair. She laughed out loud a few times. She arched her back a bit and flipped her hair again.

"Come on ... come on..." I muttered to myself. "Take the bait."

Finally she pulled out a pen and wrote something on the guy's hand.

"Yes!" I hissed to myself. She was giving him her number! I'd seen her do it dozens of times before with different guys. Now there was no doubt I had Charley all to myself. I was elated!

She came strolling back and the guys drove away, honking the horn and whooping it up like a bunch of wild Indians.

"Another one bites the dust?" I asked her.

"Ha! No way! Not this time."

"What do you mean? Didn't you think they were just to die for?"

"Well yeah! Of course! Especially the guy in the window. I'd do him in a minute."

"So then you gave him your number?"

"I gave them a number," Sarah giggled.

"You gave them a phony number? Why!?"

"Come on, Kim! You saw them. All they're interested in is sex. All I was to them is tits and ass and something to cum on and brag to their buddies. You could see it a mile away. No frickin' thank you! I may be dumb, but I'm not blind."

"But they were so hot!"

"If you want 'em, you can have 'em. I'd rather have Charley. At least he treats me like a human being."

Damn! Why was she making so much sense all of the sudden?

She hugged me and walked away. I stood there feeling lower than a shit-encrusted hair on the back end of a sewer rat. I'd attempted to sell one of my best friends out to a bunch of cock-happy douche bags who would have used her and tossed her away like an old rag, all so that I could keep my own selfish meat hooks on a boy I'd already rejected anyway. Uhg!

I don't know which felt worse though: the fact that I'd tried to do that to Sarah, or the fact that it had failed and I was still in danger of losing him!

God damn, I had to make that night something he'd never forget. But even if I did, even if I gave him everything I had, even if sent him to sexual heaven and brought him back down again crying like a baby in my arms, I might still lose him, if all guys were indeed the same. Sarah's tits were bouncier than mine. They jiggled when she giggled. And she giggled a lot. All she had to do was want him, and I lost. I ran into my bedroom and slammed the door, crying my eyes out.



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Chapter 18


Imagine a snail who'd took a sleeping pill, but had to get all the way down the street, back to his little snaily home before passing out. And then imagine this being filmed in slow motion. That's about what the next four or five hours felt like for me. I mean, I cried myself to sleep and napped for about an hour. I'd gotten home just after four. When I woke up, it was only ten after five. So I lay on my bed waiting for this imaginary snail to crawl all the way home to bed in slow-mo. After about two and a half hours, I looked at the clock again. It was only 5:20.

"God dammit!" I muttered. I had to find some way to pass the time or I would go insane. I couldn't even begin to think of something interesting to do. My brain was just complete mush, partly from the day I'd had, and partly from the anticipation of the night I had coming up. I was kinda scatter-brained to begin with, but when it came to boys, I just went all gooey in the head. So basically my brain was a bunch of scattered goo. But after tossing and turning on my bed for eight and a half eternities, I realized what the problem was. I was horny.

It was actually somewhat of a revelation for me. I mean, I'd gotten excited about boys before, but up until that day my excitement was mostly in my head and in my tummy, or sometimes I'd get weak in the knees. But this feeling was focused. And guess whereabouts it was focused! Approximately south of Tummy Central and north of Jelly Knees. Yes, my tummy was all knots and flip flops, and yes, my knees were weak and shaky, feeling like I could barely lift them off the bed. But there was this tingling, heated, hungry feeling too, right there. It was like, if it had a voice it would be mewling like a lonely kitten: pet me! All it had was an aching jumble of feelings though. Everything felt swollen and I was so wet I could feel it every time I moved my legs. I rolled onto my tummy and buried my face in my pillow, trying to ignore it. Yeah right! Nice try! It was like trying to ignore a hungry tiger when you were trapped in the cage with it. What to feed your privates though?

I know what it wanted, but that wasn't exactly available right at the moment. Every time I closed my eyes flashes of Charley's cock projected into my brain like there was a movie theater in my head and the projector was stuck on repeat. And then, the more I tried to unstick the projector, the worse it go. Suddenly I was seeing more detailed images of things that hadn't happened that afternoon, but that the hungry tigress between my legs apparently wished would have. I saw Charley laying me down on the couch, tugging my panties down and slipping his fat little dick right inside me. Everything tingled even more as this image went through my head. My fists we clawing at the sheets, my pelvis was rocking up and down, and I couldn't make it stop! I got suddenly wetter too, as the imagine erection burst through my resistance and sank down to the bottom of me. It was like she knew exactly what was supposed to happen, and she was knocking me right out of the driver's seat, saying, "sit down, kid. I got this."

And so this imaginary Charley fucked me, on the couch in the storage room at school, but it was like I was watching it from outside myself. It was like I was standing there a few feet away from myself watching myself getting it. And then as I got more and more gooey in the head, everything started to slip in and out of reality. Suddenly it was Todd, Sarah's cousin's boyfriend, the guy from the pics we'd looked at. Suddenly it was him, holding my calf to his chest and stroking in and out of me, and now it wasn't even on that couch anymore. Now it was on Sarah's mom's bed, where the pictures had been taken. I was getting done really hard and fast by this guy I'd never even met and I was loving it! I was moaning, and squirming and fucking him right back the way Jess had in the pics. And then he was cumming on my face the way he'd done to Jess, except it was my face, and now it was Principal Davis doing me, and now it was across his desk. He was holding my hips as I bent over his desk, and he was thrusting and fucking in and out of me, telling me in short, gaspy little breaths what I great leader I was for my little group. And that's when I realized I was masturbating. My hand had just gone down there on its own, slid up under my skirt and found its way into my panties. I was rubbing the clitty hard, feeling it slip and tickle in between my fingers, drowned in the wet that was flowing out of me. I was panting hard into the pillow too, hoping to God my brother didn't come home, or if he did, he would make enough noise to let me know he was there.

But now Principal Davis was gone and it was the guy in the car, the guy in the driver's seat, the one of the group that hadn't creeped me out. Now I was getting banged in the back of the car, my legs up and around his body, his hands on the seat on each side of me, his mouth kissing me. And that's when I came. All the tingles that had been building suddenly exploded all at once and there was a great gushing sensation of blood and wetness and hormones bursting like a dam. Everything fluttered and tickled and throbbed. I held my breath and just let it flow, snatching little gasps of breath every ten seconds or so. Everything was shaking. Everything was oozing. Everything was all gushy and pretty and nice. I finally relaxed again and started breathing normally.

I actually did feel better now. The ache that had been pulsing and throbbing in me had subsided now, that unsatisfied yearning to be touched seemed to have dulled somehow, and now there was just a happy, tingly, satisfied feeling. I lay there on my tummy, just breathing, letting it flow through me. It was such a pretty feeling. I glanced back at the door, just to make sure my brother wasn't spying on me. Of course it was still closed. He was probably still out with friends, the little twerp. I relaxed again, and glanced at the clock. Five thirty-five! Only fifteen minutes had passed! Dammit! I sat up.

My panties were soaked right through. So I slid them off and pitched them into the laundry hamper. They were heavy with the wetness and seemed to fall with a splat. Of course that was only my imagination, but it made me wrinkle my nose anyway. Who knew I could get so wet? I got up to go get a drink, letting my skirt fall into place once again and adjusting it before I walked out the door.

Turns out my brother was home. He was in the kitchen though, nowhere near the stairs which was the only place he could have heard me. He was reading at the table, eating a sandwich. I silently reminded myself not to make any sudden movements. I was naked beneath my skirt and if it happened to flare up ... well, you can imagine my embarrassment. It was just a little longer than a mini-skirt, hanging down only to about the middle of my thighs.

"Mom said not to go anywhere," he mumbled with a mouth full of bread and cheese.

"Gross! Do you have to talk with your mouthful?"

"She said just cause her and dad aren't home, doesn't mean you're not still grounded."

Now he was enunciating every word, trying to gross me out.

"You're so immature."

He's one year younger than me. I didn't expect much from him, but he still never failed to irritate me. One of the dares Liza once came up with was chugging a whole glass of pickle juice. If anyone chickened out they had to make out with my brother. Even me. You can be sure I chugged that juice pretty good, though I doubt she would have actually made me go through with it.

I got a drink and glanced up at the microwave clock. Now it was 5:39, four minutes later. Damn! I had to quit checking the time every 2 minutes or I'd go insane.

"You look fucked up," Tyler said. "You get beat up at school or something?"

"W-what do you mean, fucked up?" I spun away from him, suddenly feeling naked anyway.

"Your face is all red. Your hair's all over the place. You're breathing weird."

"I was just having a nap! Why is it your business?"

"Holy. Defensive much? Just askin'. Take a chill pill, bitch."

"Whatever."

As far as I knew, Tyler was completely clued out about sex, beyond the standard penis/vagina mechanics. There was no reason for him to suspect I'd been up to anything naughty. I still felt flushed and edgy though. I got my drink and disappeared downstairs to watch some TV.

Of course there was nothing on. I flipped around to all my usual channels but nothing seemed to interest me. Once again, I felt like I was watching myself watching TV, instead of being lost in a show like usual. "Look at her," my brain said. "She actually thinks some stupid sit-com is gonna take her mind of the idea of losing her v-card within the next four hours. You might as well try to enjoy a nice paperback novel in the middle of a rock concert. It's just not gonna work."

"Shush, you!" I said out loud.

The phone rang. It was Liza. We talked for a while, avoiding any gruesome details of the day's activities. Her parents had a habit of picking up the other phone while she was using it, and listening for a moment or two before asking when she'd be done with it. So we agreed never to mention anything incriminating over the phone. She asked a few questions about the essay she was writing. I told her what I thought the answers might be, but I was as lost as she was for the most part. I also told her about the guys who had pulled up to talk to us and how Sarah had given the guy a phony number. She was as amazed as I'd been. Finally she said she'd see me tomorrow morning and wished me a good night's sleep. I knew what that meant. She was telling me to make sure I got some rest for the workout I'd be getting tomorrow. Little did she know that I'd be doing just as much working out that night.

And then when I finally hung up the phone, I looked down and realized I'd been masturbating again without even thinking about it. There was a hot guy on TV, half dressed and looking soulfully into the eyes of some young bimbo who was telling him about how much she missed the times they'd spent together the past summer. I wasn't paying attention to her. His lips were so beautiful I wanted to suck on them all night long. And when I looked down and caught myself with my hand up my skirt I yanked it away, quickly checking to make sure I wasn't being spied on again. I wasn't. I could hear Tyler upstairs at the table, coughing, chewing, bumbling around with his magazine.

And so I masturbated again. Keeping one ear on noise upstairs, I slouched down until my ass was on the edge of the couch and spread my legs wide, really grinding down with my fingers. The tingles came back immediately, and the wetness, but the fantasies in my mind seemed to be drowned out by the situation I was in. The boy on TV kept jabbering away about destiny and forgiveness and blah, blah, blah, and I wished he'd just shut up and let me mentally rape him. I eventually just gave up. I couldn't finish. My brother was right upstairs and could come bounding down at any moment. I couldn't lose myself in the sensations like I needed to. Plus the scene cut to an annoying cereal commercial with some old housewife stepping on a bathroom scale and crying about getting fatter. God! Talk about a mood killer. I covered myself up again and waited for that guy to come back once more, but by the time he did, the mood was gone.

At least it was 6:00 now.

Tyler was gone up to his room when I got upstairs again. I checked the chore list and realized it was my turn to take out the garbage. I had a million things I'd rather do right then, but I decided to just get it over with. I was already grounded. I didn't want anything pissing mom and dad off even more and maybe extending the grounding. Plus it was something to do. I gathered it up and tied it off, trying not to think about sex. I put a new garbage bag in the can and shut the lid, trying not to think about Charles erupting into my mouth, throbbing and spurting, and gasping like a little boy at the ecstasy I was giving him. I picked up the garbage bag and headed out the door, trying not to think about how he would climb through my bedroom window that night and make me a woman on my very own bed, thrusting and pumping and finally tensing up with climax and spurting his creamy mess-

The car was back! The guy's car I mean! I was walking to the end of the driveway with the garbage in my hand when I saw it parked there across the street. The guy was sitting there, staring at me, the driver I mean, I the guy I'd been fantasizing about. He was alone. I stopped in my tracks, just staring back at him. He waved. I waved back, looking around to make sure my brother wasn't snooping. I was also kinda wondering if this was a dream. There were some kids playing in the yard a few houses down, but other than that, the street was empty. Then I realized I was standing there with a back of garbage in my hand, looking all clued-out. Not sexy! I took a few more steps and dumped it in the trash can. Then I just stood there again, wondering what to do.

Then I realized he was probably looking for Sarah, maybe hoping he could get her real number. I waved again and headed back toward the house.

"Hey!" he called out. "Come here a minute." He got out of his car and leaned against the door. That's when I panicked, wondering if I still looked "fucked" as Tyler had put it. How could I face him looking like I'd just had the orgasm of a lifetime and wasn't quite satisfied by it? Would he notice? Of course he would notice! He was no thirteen year old boy reading a videogame magazine with half a cheese sandwich in my mouth. What was I gonna do?

I turned around, slowly, and just stared again. He was tall and muscley and he looked like a little god standing there against his car. I felt myself going gooey again, mentally correcting the fantasies I'd had about him. (He's taller than me, I thought to myself. When he fucks me, I'll be looking up at him, not across at him. And he'll be hugging my ankle to his cheek, not my calf- Shut up, Kim!)

Finally I thought of something to say.

"Sarah doesn't live here," I said. "This is my place."

"I kinda figured it was. That's why I came back."

"Why you came... back?"

What the hell did he mean by that? Had he come back to see me?

"Yeah. I just wanted to say hi again. You seemed cool."

"Oh. Well ... hi," I said. But I couldn't restrain the smile that exploded onto my cheeks like an escaped mental patient bursting out of his straight jacket.

"You go to JC?" he asked, referring to our school. I knew he didn't go there. I definitely would have noticed.

"Yeah," I replied.

"I'm over at Bettington."

"Oh yeah," I replied again, trying not to look like I'd just cum all over myself and chucked my panties in the laundry hamper. I could feel the cool afternoon air on my exposed privates. How the hell do you act calm and collected in situation like that?

He walked up to the end of the driveway where I was standing near the garbage cans. I saw him up close for the first time. He was taller than me. My eye level was only at his chin. He had blue eyes.

"Jake was pretty pissed off about that phony number. He called your friend every name in the book."

He smiled when he said that. I got tingles. For some reason I kept thinking about him grabbing me and throwing me onto the grass, throwing my skirt up and frantically licking me down there, right there on the lawn for all the world to see. My heart was beating so loud I could hear it in my ears. I honestly could not speak. If I'd tried to speak I would have sounded like a cartoon sidekick, squeaking or squawking or something crazy like that.

"It never occurred to him to come back and look for you down this street again. I was thinking about it later though and thought I would just drive by, just in case you walked by again. Sorry if that sounds kinda creepy, but I just ... I just wanted to say hi again."

"It's not so creepy," I said, but half of it was a whisper. I couldn't seem to get the voice out.

"Cool. I just wanted to say hi and see if maybe you wanted to ... maybe go out some time."

"Um ... maybe," I said.

"Except that you said you had a boyfriend."

"Maybe..." I said again. "Maybe I just didn't wanna give your buddy my number."

"Well, I sure hope that's the case. If you give me a phony number, I'll just keep coming back with flowers and candy and poems until you agree to go out with me."

"You're silly. I wouldn't give you a phony number. It was your buddy that was creeping me out."

"Jake's just like that. Don't mind him. He seems to think every girl alive was put on this earth to some day ride on his cock."

"Sarah noticed it too. I believe her exact words were, 'All I was to him is tits and ass and something to cum on. No thanks.' I couldn't have put it better myself."

"I sure hope you don't think I'm like that!" he said.

"Honestly, you're the only one that didn't creep me out. I kinda thought you were nice actually."

"I was so embarrassed. Those two can be such idiots."

"Yeah. Your buddy in the back seat was no better."

"That was Nick. He just lives around the corner. I was dropping him off. Don't mind him either. He thinks the crap he watches in porno movies is real. He's kind of a retard."

"And you are?"

"Brandon."

"Brandon?"

"Yup."

Now my fantasies had a name. Brandon.

"I'm Kim."

"Hi, Kim." He smiled again and something suddenly burst again like a warm bag of oil inside me. There was a sharp pang of ticklish tension in my privates and then skloosh! It was like a mini-orgasm, sort of a preview of coming attractions that just shows you enough of a glimpse to make you wanna see more. And it happened right there in my boy socket, right in front of him. Just Ping! Skloosh! Yikes! Just from his smile.

"Well, Brandon," I said. "If you want my number, you're gonna have to come back with flowers, candy, and a poem. Then maybe I'll think about it."

I cocked one eyebrow at him and turned to walk back into the house. I had to! Though I wanted to stand there talking to him until the sky fell down on us, having baby-sized orgasms just from his smile, I had to get out of there. The wetness was running down my thighs. God in heaven, why hadn't I put another pair of panties on!?

I beat a retreat, feeling like a two-dollar hooker swaggering up the driveway with pussy juices running down my legs. It wasn't a hasty retreat. It was slow and cool. I was trying not to look like I was bolting, and I even turned around at the garage and blew him a kiss, but inside I was panicking. What if he thought I was blowing him off? What if he never came back? It was a chance I'd have to take.

"Wait?" he called out, sounding a little panicked himself. "Does it have to be a poem I wrote or can it be any poem?"

"I'll let you decide," I replied. "Just wow me."

As soon as the door was shut, I sprinted up the stairs and snatched a pair of panties from my drawer. Then I ran to mom and dad's room, which faced the front street and danced into the panties while peeking out the curtains to watch him drive away. He got in his car, looking confused, and a little less god-like, but no less adorable. Then he drove away.

The first thing I did was dive back onto my bed and masturbate until I literally passed out. Damn! What a rush! This time it was about Brandon and Todd and Charley and then Brandon again for the finish. It was his blue eyes that made me cum that second time. I saw him looking down at me as he did me, and for some reason that single solitary image pushed me over the edge. Not his dick. Not his muscles. Not his thrusting. Not my legs splayed all over his back seat. It was his eyes. Zing! Little bombs went off inside me and my whole body felt all twisted around with pleasure, inside out and upside down, like I was floating above my bed, and spinning, and cumming, and spinning some more. My last coherent thought before everything faded into bliss was that it wasn't even Charley making me feel this good. It was a stranger I didn't even know. What the hell was wrong with me?

Mom was calling me down to supper when I woke up again. This time I'd been asleep for nearly ninety minutes, according to the clock. It was almost 8:00. Two hours left to go!

Supper was cold. It had been sitting on the table for the past hour or so. Mom told me she'd called me three times, but I insisted I hadn't heard her at all. I really hadn't. I didn't mind the cold supper so much. I could hardly eat anyway.

There was a knock on the door as I was eating. Tyler answered it. He hollered at me that someone was here to see me. I was expecting Sarah, or Trish maybe, but I nearly spit out the food I was chewing when I saw that it was Brandon again.

"Sorry," he said. "Am I interrupting?"

I chewed frantically and waved a hand at him to give me a moment.

"What are you doing here!?" I asked, more shocked than anything.

"You said I was supposed to give you flowers, candy, and a poem and I could have your number. So here they are."

He handed them to me. A handful of flowers he'd apparently picked from somebody's yard, a bag of chocolate covered raisons, and a folded piece of paper.

"You really did it?" I asked, genuinely astonished. "I was just joking!"

"Oh. I thought you just wanted to see if I was serious or something."

He looked mortally embarrassed, and nearly brokenhearted, like he'd been told his winning lottery ticket was invalid or something.

"No, no! I didn't mean joking. I just mean ... I don't know. I didn't think you were really interested in me. Wow, Brandon! This is really ... nice."

"Oh. Well, yeah. Thanks."

"No one's ever brought me flowers before!"

"I'm not even sure what kind of flowers those are. But they're flowers."

I didn't know what they were either, but they were blue, just like his eyes.

"Well. Okay. I'm just..."

"Eating?"

"Yeah. I'll have a look at your poem, sir, and if it's to my liking, I'll let you know tomorrow, alrighty?"

"Okay. Tomorrow then."

We just sort of stood there staring at each other. I think he was thinking about kissing me, but it was way too soon for that. He was staring at my lips though. After a couple of glances at his, I decided to cut it short, before I started leaking down my leg again.

"Good night, Brandon."

"Good night, Kim."

I closed the door and slid down to sit on the floor behind it, frantically ripping the poem open with shaking fingers.

Down a street

that's where we meet

a girl so sweet

she knocks me off my feet.

the sun will shine and birds will tweet

and I will lie there on her street

knocked right off my stupid feet

I fetch a flower and buy a treat

just so I can hear that voice so sweet

every day, like a song stuck on repeat

-from Brandon

Well, nobody's ever gonna compare him to Shakespeare, but it was written for me and that's all that mattered. What a sweetheart! I was definitely gonna give him my number. It was settled the moment I saw him sitting in his car there that afternoon. Sure I still had this thing with Charley, but I could at least talk to the guy, couldn't I? And if Charley ditched me for Sarah like he was probably gonna do, at least I'd have Brandon. That's what I told myself anyway. Somehow in my guts it felt like the exact same ugly mess as when I'd tried to sell out Sarah to the slimy pervs that had driven up with Brandon earlier. Wrong, wrong, wrong! But I ignored that feeling and turned my focus back to Charley.

I took a bath after supper and cleaned everything up for the big event. I took extra special care of every inch of my body, knowing that it was soon to be shared with a boy. I got excited again. I got tingly again just thinking about it, but I didn't masturbate again. It just felt weird doing that in the bath with the family toilet only a few feet away. Yuck.

It was after nine by the time I was out and dried off and into my nightshirt. I made my bed extra nice and moved my mermaid nightlight from my desk to the bedside table where it would case a soft aqua glow over the two of us, just enough for me to see the look on his face as we both felt real sex for the first time.

I also experimented with various ways of locking my bedroom door. I tried jamming a knife into the door frame which didn't work at all. The tip only went into the wood about a quarter inch and would be too hard to yank out if I banged it in further when I needed to. I also tried shoving my dresser in front of it but it as too light to really block anyone from barging in, if they wanted to. One good shove and the whole thing would topple, exposing me, naked on my bed, with Charley's ass between my knees, gaping at the parental intruder with horror and shame where there had been only ecstasy a moment before.

I finally managed to get it secured by propping a chair beneath the door handle. No matter how much I yanked and tugged, it wouldn't budge. If they came banging on the door, I'd have time to hide Charley under the bed and open the door, saying I'd had a nightmare and wanted to lock my bedroom door out of silly girl fear. I removed the chair again, satisfied that it would work. Then I cleaned out underneath my bed, just in case, and even crawled under there as fast as I could a few times, just to see how long it took.

Finally I stood staring into the mirror for the longest time, just sort of wondering about everything, and kinda saying goodbye to my virgin self for the last time. I tried to imagine myself looking into the same mirror the next day as a non-virgin, wondering if I'd look any different, wondering if it showed on the outside at all. I didn't even look like a virgin now! My hair was still kinda messed from the bath. My nipples were poking out above the bulging mounds of my breasts. My nightshirt came down only to just above my thighs. I looked pretty damn sexy. I made kissy faces at myself, and tugged the hem of my shirt up a bit to flash my privates.

"Charley, you lucky bastard," I murmured. I was pretty damn hot!

Now it was ten minutes to ten and I simply laid on my bed waiting for the end ... or the beginning ... or whatever it was supposed to be. The ceiling sloped above the bed, angling down toward the top of my headboard. There was wallpaper on it, little rainbows and clouds and hot air balloons and seagulls drifting in an endlessly repeating cyan sky. Outside my window was the roof of the garage. I thought about climbing out there to take a look at the wooden lattice that I'd used to climb up and down a few times. I thought better of it though. If mom or dad came in now, I'd be busted for sure out on the roof like that. I decided the best thing to do would be to get tucked into bed like I was already dozing, and just murmur a sleepy good night when they peeked in. Then they'd shut my door again and I could prop up the door.

So I got tucked into bed and sure enough, mom popped in just after ten o'clock to bid me goodnight.

"You're sleeping again?" she said. "I figured you'd be up all night after that nap you had."

"Huh? Wha... ?" I mumbled.

"Teenagers," she said emphatically. "Seems to me all they ever do is sleep and eat. Sweet dreams. Want me to shut the window?"

"No. The fresh air's nice."

"Kay. Love you."

"You too," I said.

"Kim?"

"Huh?" I asked without looking up.

"I sure hope you're not really smoking like Mr. Davis said you were. Getting caught with a cigarette is one thing. But if you've really started smoking, I'll be very upset."

"It was just a dumb prank, mom. I told you that already. We were just playing a joke on Sarah."

"Alright. I know you're smarter than that. I just worry, you know."

"Don't worry, mom. I'm not gonna do something that dumb."

"Okay. Good night."

And then she was gone.

"See you tomorrow, mom," I whispered in the dark. But I knew it would be a different Kimberly Clark who walked out of the bedroom in the morning.



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Chapter 19


Things started to go wrong almost immediately when Charley got there. It wasn't so much anything he did or didn't do, not at first anyway. It was more the way I was seeing him. First of all, the girls weren't there with me to stir up the energy with dares and competition. The boy climbing into my window was clumsy and awkward, not the idol of sexuality I'd imagined him to be earlier. He nearly fell off the stool climbing down from the window sill and I had to rush at him to keep him from crashing to the floor.

"Sorry," he whispered.

"I have the door locked with a chair. If anyone comes knocking, you dash under the bed as fast as you can, just like you did in the quiet room today. Don't make a sound. Don't move a muscle, okay?"

"Okay."

That's when I noticed the weird smell coming off of him. He no longer smelled clean and fresh as he had in the storage room at school. He'd apparently been running, and he smelled sweaty. Not offensively so, but it wasn't exactly appealing either. He smelled like laundry in the hamper after gym class instead of laundry fresh out of the dryer.

"You ran all the way here?"

"Yeah. I had to climb out my window too. I almost fell. I got a big cut on my leg. Sorry."

"Are you bleeding!?"

"A little. It's just on my sock. Don't worry."

"Are you okay?"

"I'm okay. Are you okay?"

"I guess so. I didn't expect you to be half dead when you got here."

"Sorry."

His apologizing was getting irritating.

"It's okay. As long as you're alright."

"I'm alright. I could hardly think straight all night. I was waiting for this ever since I left school. I couldn't think of nothing else."

"You and me both," I said.

"I can't believe this is really happening. Do you think the other girls will find out?"

"Only if you tell them. I ain't tellin' them a thing."

"Me neither."

"Tomorrow when we get back into it, you gotta act like it's the very first time again. Don't act any different when you get around to me."

"Do they know about us ... I mean, me, I mean, that you already know me from school a few years back?"

"No. I never said anything."

"Are you gonna?"

"Probably not. It doesn't matter. As far as they know, I just met you just like all of them did."

"Yeah. I guess it's better that way."

Then there was a long awkward silence, possibly the longest awkwardest silence since Judas sat down at the Last Supper. Finally I spoke just to escape the suffocation of it.

"So you had a good time today, huh?"

"Are you crazy!? That was the best day of my entire life, ever! I swear!"

"Shhh! Not so loud!"

"Sorry."

"Remember to dive under the bed if someone knocks on the door."

"Why don't I just jump out the window again? It'll be quicker."

"Cause, you'll be, um ... naked, right?"

"Oh ... yeah. I didn't think about that."

His hand trembled a bit in the soft aqua light. Suddenly I felt the same feelings returning, the feelings I'd had earlier that day. I felt like I wanted to take care of him and make all his loneliness and fear go away. It wasn't as strong as it had been earlier that day, but it was better than annoyance.

"Sarah really likes you," I said, changing the subject.

"Really? Why?"

"She says you're cute and she just might wanna see if you're datable after this is all over."

"Seriously? Sarah Thomas said that about me?"

"Well she did give you mad bobs in the quiet room today. Don't seem so surprised."

"It just seems so strange to me that any of this is happening. I mean, one moment, I'm on my way back from my locker after getting some candy. The next moment, I'm getting worked over by four of the hottest girls in school. And now you're trying to tell me that Sarah Thomas, the girl every guy in school drools over, has the hots for me? None of this feels real."

"Honest to God, Charley. She did say that. I was actually kinda jealous because I thought you'd lose interest in me. She is amazingly pretty! But now I just think that it's really your choice. If you wanna date her, that's fine with me. I'm just happy to spend some special time with you tonight."

"It still feels insane to me, but I'm just gonna enjoy everything while it lasts. If it all falls to shit afterwards, at least I've got some of the best memories of my entire life, right?"

"It almost sounds like you're expecting everything to fall to shit afterwards."

"It's happened in the past. I'm not worried. Hope for the best, but be prepared for the worst, grandpa used to say."

"That's very cool of you, Charley. You keep surprising me."

"Surprising you?"

"Yeah. I mean, you walk around thinking someone's normal and boring one day, and then you realize they're actually a really interesting and really cool guy. It's surprising."

"Nobody's more surprised than me."

"I believe it. I can't imagine how crazy this must seem to you."

"It's more beautiful than crazy. I gave up trying to figure out what I did to deserve this. The world's just weird sometimes."

"Yes it is," I said. And then, in order to avoid another uncomfortable silence, I started kissing him.

Now, if this was a movie, or even a half-way decent porn story, I'd be able to tell you that it flowed smoothly from there into him deflowering me and making beautifully rapturous love to me all night long before sneaking away in the pre-dawn light like Romeo fleeing Juliet's garden. It wasn't like that at all. It was just kinda nice.

The kissing was nice. The feel of his hands sliding up and down my body was kinda nice. But then he started squeezing my boobs like he was honking two horns. He didn't actually say "Honk! Honk!" or anything, but the gesture was the same—emotionless, mechanical, crude. Squeeze! Squeeze! Like a guy in a grocery store checking if fruit was ripe.

"Ow!" said I.

"What's wrong?" he asked.

"That hurts. Not so rough."

"Uh ... this?" and he squeezed them again.

"Ow!!!"

"Sorry."

Then he was being too gentle, brushing over them like they were bubbles that he was afraid of popping. It felt kinda tickly but it wasn't really doing anything for me. Firm, but not rough, I realized was what I like.

Then he was sort of grunting at me. He was lying on top of me, kissing me, making out with me, and suddenly he starts with this weird grunting noises, like someone trying to hold in a big crap or something.

"What are you doing?" I asked him.

"Huh? What do you mean?"

"Why are you making that noise?"

"What noise?"

"That grunting noise."

"I'm sorry. I'm just excited."

"Please don't do that. It's kinda gross."

"Okay. No grunting. No squeezing hard. I'm so sorry."

He was honestly trying. I knew that. I had to give him some leeway. It was his first time and all. But man, where was the hot sexy stud I'd imagine that afternoon?

And so I realized that panting is sexy. He was panting for a while there. Moaning is sexy. He did moan a bit. Sexy talk is sexy. I knew this from the porn stories we'd read. But grunting? No. Not sexy at all. Any noise made in the bathroom should not be repeated in the bedroom in any circumstances, especially during sex.

"Do you want me to go down ... there?" he asked me.

"Charley, don't ask. Just do it. If you have to ask, it just seems fake."

"Oh. Sorry. No grunting. No squeezing. No asking for permission. Just do what feels right, right?"

"Yes. Exactly. And no apologizing!"

"No apologizing. Gotcha."

"And stop listing everything off like there's gonna be a final exam. That's seriously killing the mood."

"There's a mood?"

"There's supposed to be!"

"Oh. Sorry. Oh, crap! No sorries. Sorry."

I sat up in bed. I turned to face him. He sat up too, like he was in trouble.

"Look! Here's the thing. Sex is supposed to be romantic and passionate and sensual. It's supposed to be spontaneous and exciting. Everything supposed to happen naturally like it was meant to be. Don't you know anything about girls?"

"No," he said, and I realized he wasn't being brutally honest with me. He really didn't know anything about girls.

"Okay, well from now on remember those things. But don't list them off, okay?"

"Okay."

But then he was just sitting there beside me on the bed, no doing anything.

"Well?" I said, prompting him.

"Hold on," he replied. "I'm gonna start all over again."

"What!?"

But he was already getting up and climbing back out the window.

"Where are you going, Charley?"

For a moment there, I seriously thought he was getting up to leave. But he simply climbed out the window and poked his head back in once he was out.

"Okay," he said. "Just lie down, as though you didn't even know I was coming, okay? When I come climbing in, we'll start all over from scratch, like none of this other stuff even happened."

"Alright," I said, blowing out an impatient sigh.

So I lay back down and waited. I'm not sure what he was doing out there—catching his breath, or going over his list of "rules" again, or maybe praying for good luck or something. All I know is that he seemed to take an awfully long time to return.

When he did return he was like a total stranger. He climbed in carefully, without nearly falling this time, and stood by my bedside, not saying a thing. I lay there looking up at him in the soft blue glow, feeling my heart beating in anticipation. He wasn't speaking, or moving. He was just staring. It was almost scary after a while.

And then he just took me. As weird and cliché as that sounds, it's sort of what happened. One moment he was just standing there, the next moment he swept down upon me like a stranger in the night. He was kissing me. He was touching me softly, lovingly, sensually. He was moving over me, kissing suckling my neck, and then my nipples, and then my tummy, and then he- Wow! His mouth was on me down there! I felt his tongue licking and caressing me. I felt his lips kissing and sucking and tugging at my flesh. I felt my body warming and wetting for him. I felt his hands. I felt his breath.

"Keep going! Don't stop!" I gasped out at him. He'd fallen into a steady up and down licking motion that was zinging me really good and building things up toward something sweet and ecstatic. It was the rhythm that was doing it. He was random and whirly at first, but as soon as he started a steady repetitive motion that I could expect to continue, something woke up inside me and started firing up the engines for take off. He kept going, steady and simple and strong, nodding his mouth up and down, stroking across my clitty, swiping ... sweet ... sexy ... somethings ... so ... sensuous ... so ... slippery ... so-

I grabbed the pillow and slammed it into my face, moaning long and luxuriously into it, and bucking my pelvis up off the mattress into his mouth. I grabbed the back of his head with my other hand and held on as the spasms shook through me like a storm on the nighttime seas. And still he kept lapping away at me. I finally squeezed my thighs shut on his head and held him in place as my body wound down from its bliss. I eventually pulled the pillow off my face too and lay there panting like a sprinter who'd just run a hundred meter dash with his ass on fire. I didn't even notice him get up off the bed and remove his pants. I was too distracted by the gooey wet feeling of delicious relaxation and contentment that was washing over me. It was mixed in with all the same pretty spasms and tingles as I writhed on my bed, rubbing my thighs together and massaging myself a little as well.

Suddenly he grabbed me by the head and pressed his dick to my lips. My head was sort of turned toward the edge of the bed anyway, so it wasn't much of a twist to line my mouth up with his manhood. I opened and he slid himself in. I closed my lips around him and began gently sucking and tonguing him as he stoked in and out of my wet slippery kiss. He breathed deeply, but didn't grunt or moan. He just held my head like he owned me and gently fucked in and out of my mouth. I suckled and swirled as he did, feeling my cheeks hollow out each time he withdrew, and then pulling my teeth away when he thrust back in. I whimpered and cooed like a baby being fed. I sucked and slurped, coaxing the milk from him with each thrust he made. I reached up to grab his shaft with one hand and his balls in the other. I stroked and caressed these things as well, finally hearing him gasp sweetly above me. He slowed to a stop, just throbbing and tensing all over, and I gently sucked on him, massaging him with my tongue. I readied myself for a hot gush of sperm in my mouth, but apparently he was only stopping to regain control of himself. No sperm came. Only heavy swollen throbs, and soft gasps.

Then he pulled himself out of my mouth and dropped his scrotum onto my lips instead. I tongued and suckled at his balls for a few moments until he dragged the length of his shaft along my soft wet slippery lips and penetrated my kiss once more.

They say there's only two kinds of girls in the world: those who love to suck dick and those who hate it. As I felt the soft slippery skin of his dick slide across my tongue once more I realized that I would be forever in the camp of those women who absolutely love having a dick in their mouths. I tasted a dribble of precum on my tongue, like dull sugar, too lazy to sweeten my taste buds for real, but just very slightly hinting at how sweet it could be. I felt a pulsing throb. I heard him moan softly as he slid across my tongue. And I lay there loving it all, still oozing with the aftermath of my own climax a few moments before.

This went on for a few more minutes, back and forth, in and out. I don't understand what finally takes a guy over the edge. I didn't know then, and I still haven't figured it out. I imagine there's some kind of cork in there or something, and if you keep pleasuring him in the right way, eventually the pressure builds up so much that the cork just pops off, and then there's nothing he can do to stop it.

Charley's cork popped off just after the bedside clock rolled over to 10:58. Suddenly his grip on my head tightened, and his thrusts into my mouth went a lot quicker and a little deeper, and then there was a soft squirting gush in my mouth again. I hung onto the base of his shaft and just let him stroke through it. I felt some hit the back of my throat and I coughed a little. More spurted out of him, and as he stoked and spasmed in and out of my mouth, it started leaking out the sides of my kiss. More lazy sugar poured out though, replacing each dribble that was lost, until finally, he released a long shaky sigh and his grip relaxed.

I swallowed.

He sank to his knees by the side of my bed and fell to kissing me worshipfully all over my face and neck. I just let him. Then he just pressed his cheek to mine and caught his breath.

"Much better," I whispered.

"Shh. Don't talk."

So we just lay in silence for a while.


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Posted:  2010-06-27
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