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Subject: {ASSM} {ASS} Alandra Naked in School - Weekend (39,512 words) (exhib, voy, naked, ff, mf, viol, NiS)
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Title: Alandra Naked in School - Weekend (39,512 words)
Author: Tenyari
Part: 6
Universe: Naked in School
Keywords: exhib, voy, naked, ff, mf, viol
Summary: School troublemaker Alandra Cabrera finds herself
forced to attend school naked after she is drafted into a
new sweeping social program.
Copyright: May 20, 2005, 2008 - all rights reversed.
THIS STORY IS INTENDED FOR ADULT READING ONLY
This story is based around the Naked in School series. See
the Monday chapter for information on finding previous
episodes in the series.
Archived at:
http://www.asstr.org/~tenyari/
If you find this elsewhere, check above to get the most
current version.
Special author note: I mean it about the adult reading. If
you are what your local area defines as a minor, get your
punk ass out of here. This story is a fantasy about teens,
but it's NOT meant to be read by those of them who are under
the age of consent.
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I heard music filtering into my dreams. The voices of
two women singing...
"... you and I know
How the heartaches come and they go
and the scars they're leaving
You'll be dancing once again and the pain will end
You will have no time for grieving"
"My favorite song," she said. "Even if it is fucking
ancient." Melinda was looking down at me when I woke up, a
stranger in a strange bed. That's how I felt. That and
well...
"Where's the bathroom?" I called out urgently.
"It was the first door in the hall," she said. I jumped
up and made a run for it. I had to get out of here, this
just wasn't right. But first I had some business to take
care of. Let's face it; I'd been holding this one in all
week.
"You ok in there?" she said, after knocking a few
minutes later. "If you wanted to do laps, there's a pool
down by the community center."
"Ha, no. The fucking Program, I think it plugs you up
or something," I said.
"She's still here?" I heard the voice of her mother say
out in the hall. There wasn't any answer. The rolling eyes I
could almost imagine didn't make much noise.
This situation, this whole thing, it just wasn't right.
I wasn't a fucking lezzie; I needed to get out of here. I
needed to get some space from Melinda, reset my boundaries.
But first I figured a shower or something.
She came in when I finished, "Shower or bath?" She
asked, flipped the switch for the fan that I hadn't noticed
and opened the window above the shower.
"Shower. Anyway I gotta get my bag together," I said.
She gave me a look. "Gotta get home soon and make sure the
twins didn't hurt that poor girl Kitten or anything," I
said.
"Oh, yeah, good idea," she said, giving me a long
glance over.
We took a nice hot shower, with her washing me from
head to toe. I let her kiss and fondle me. I wasn't ready
yet to toss her off. I needed to figure out a good way to
get some distance. Getting fingered in the shower didn't
help rush my thoughts any either.
Breakfast wasn't. Melinda's parents had somehow managed
to not yet wake up despite the questions I'd heard in the
hall. She had an angry look in her eyes when she turned away
from glancing down the hall as we left the bathroom. Daddy
apparently wanted his little girl back in the closet.
Not my business though, I had my own shit to deal with.
Well, she was a good part of that shit. I'd let this girl
come into my life and nearly sweep me away, all cause she
knew how to kiss me. She was really just what the guys
called a bitch that didn't know it yet, I needed to get that
clear.
"So we gonna head..." Melinda began, but I cut in.
"Hey, I'll call you later OK?" I tried to lie, knowing
I was probably really speaking the truth. Then I had to go
and qualify it with, "check up on May, we all usually hit
the mall or something in the day."
Fuck, I could'a been out clean too. She had a look on
her face as I walked away from her house that reminded me
way too much of Jennifer. How the fuck did I get a magnet
for lezzies in love stapled to my ass anyway?
"What is all this shit?" Pa said as I walked in the
door. He was standing there in his robe, bleary eyed, with a
joint in one hand and a cup of coffee in the other.
The living room looked like hell. Popcorn, cigs, and a
bit of weed were tossed about. I could swear there was a cum
stain on the TV, I was pretty sure there was one on Kitten's
belly, and she was just lying there naked and out cold on
the couch with one leg half draped onto the coffee table.
She looked like a used whore. Believe me, I knew the look.
Cindy wasn't around nowhere. "Fuck if I know," I said. "Take
your pills yet Pa?"
He just saluted with his coffee cup, glanced my nude
form over for a bit with a frown, and went off into his
room.
Kitten stirred so I made my way to her, "Hey..." I
started. "Check out time girl."
"Huh? Where am... Oh!" She bolted up, and bounded off
for the restroom. What the fuck had those twins done to her?
A boy I didn't know came out of my room scratching his
nuts and saying "Yo..." He knocked on the door to the twins'
room.
"You got till I finish blinking to get the fuck out of
my house or you lose those nuts for good," I said, clenching
a fist.
Recognition or something must've kicked in, cause he
was out the door, still nude, before I had a chance to step
out of the way and give him a clean escape. Still I let him
pass after bumping me. Hassling him would've only meant I
would'a had to deal with him more.
I found his pants or something like it on my bed, and
just tossed it out the window to the alley out back. Ok, I
took the cash from his wallet first.
Kitten came out of the restroom about the same time as
Rosa popped out of her room. "Hey, where's Joe?" Rosa asked.
She was naked with a rosy swollen clit, like she hadn't come
down off'a getting fucked yet.
"Joe? What the fuck was he doing in my room?" I asked.
"Hey, you weren't using it," she said.
"Joe passed out after doing Rosa," Kitten offered. So
I'd just ripped off the guy who took my little sister's
virginity. Maybe I -would- go kick in his nuts later...
"Don't get involved," I said, with a wave of my hand at
Kitten. "Your parents know you're here?"
She got a look of sudden terror on her face and ran for
the door, then ran back looking around the living room
saying, "Oh shit!"
"I think your purse is in the kitchen," Rosa said.
Kitten ran off, and then came back with a small
shoulder bag. "Bye! Tell Manuel I said... um, well, tell
him..."
"Let me go with you," Rosa said, grabbing her arm and
dragging her out the door with, "I wanna get away from the
bitch anyway."
Calling me a bitch? What the fuck had they been up to?
I agreed with Pa, time to just shut the door and wait till
it cleared up. Where the fuck was Manuel? I banged on the
door to the twins room and yelled in "Hey! Get your ass out
here and clean up this shit!"
"Fuck off A.C." I heard him call back. Still, I heard
his door open just before I shut mine.
I sat down on my bed, tossed my bag by the side, and
looked around the room. That fuck head of Rosa's must've
slept on the floor; cause the bed was still made from when
Melinda fixed it up Friday morning.
Fucking tears... why did I have tears in my eyes? The
bitch'd forget me in a week. Maybe she'd take up with May or
something. That pair of lezzies would be good together. I'd
have to make that clear quick, I wasn't some lezzie after
all.
I unclipped 'teddy' from my bag and put him up on my
desk, petting the cat's eye I'd given him and running my
other hand through my own slit. Lying down, I started to
fuck myself. A light petting at first, but then I started to
feel mad. Taking the dildo, I rammed myself with it hard and
fast, so hard it started to hurt, until without ever cumming
I gave up in frustration and threw it across the room.
Pa had this fucked up idea that they started the
Program to 'turn gays' straight, but far as I could tell, it
was fucking up my life the other way around.
"What the fuck you doing in there A.C.?" I heard Manuel
call out.
"Nothing, fuck off will you?" I said.
"You eating breakfast?" he called back. I heard his
voice fade to the kitchen.
"Sure, whatever," I said, staring at the ceiling. I
needed to call May and Kevin.
"Hey..." May said.
"Melinda?" I started.
"She called, what happened?" May said.
I put the phone to my shoulder and finished spreading
jam on my toast. "Had to get out of there," I said.
"Shit A.C. you are so fucking stupid sometimes," May
said. "She's on her way over."
"You take her, I'm no lezzie," I said, regretting it
the moment it came out.
"A.C.? Oh fuck it... Girl, you got issues." She hung up
on me.
Fuck. I called Kevin.
"We getting together?" I asked.
"Yeah, I got Rubin coming over in a few, and we're
hitting the Mall. See you there, about an hour?"
"Sure," I said. "V,ale pronto."
An hour. I finished eating. It was deadly quite in
here. Pa was sitting there with his pills, taking them like
it was a march to death row. Manuel was glaring at me
between glances to the spotless living room. Like it was my
fault he had to clean up his own fucking mess?
At least he did a good job. Maybe I'd tell him he had a
career as a maid all lined up if he wanted it. Little fuck.
"Was it worth it?" I said to him.
"Huh?" he said, unfocusing his glare to pay attention
to me.
"Kitten," I said.
"Damn she was a fine fuck," Manuel said.
"Don't talk like that about a girl," Pa said. We both
gave him an accusing look. "What?"
"When did you get home?" I asked.
"I didn't see you here when I did," Pa said.
"I'm not the parent in this joint am I?" I said.
"Watch yourself Alandra," he said.
"Sorry, I've got too much shit going on," I said. Then
I looked back to Manuel. "Well?"
"Hey, I popped her, and it was good. She figured out
muscle control on her first time. Can you believe it?"
Manuel said.
"I hear a lot of girls never figure that out," I said.
"Muscle control?" Pa said.
"Yeah, down there," I said. "You know, controlling the
walls inside. Makes it a hell of a lot better if you do it."
"Oh! Kegal exercises," Pa said. "I think I'll go see if
the paper's out there."
"You know you'll probably never see her again," I said.
Manuel just shrugged.
"Her parents'll bust her ass for not coming home," I
said.
"So? Not my problem," he said.
I looked at him, and then I thought of Melinda. Then I
said, "Guess I figured her and Cindy were something."
Manuel just shrugged and said, as if he could read my
mind, "hey, where's May and that new girl?" He got up to get
a glass of water. "She's got a fine ass...," he muttered.
Yeah, she did I guess. "I gotta go," I said. Fucking
little brother...
I passed Pa at the door. "No clothes?" he asked. All I
had on was a little leg garter with a tiny money purse built
into it. Bought it in the city a few years ago to stash a
fix, and had forgot all about it. Seemed handy now. I guess
you could say I was also wearing a clit ring. But that was
it. I was even barefoot.
"What's the point?" I said. "They got the Program going
at the Mall now too."
He shook his head and walked inside muttering something
about totalitarianism and better skiing in Siberia.
Yeah, I took the long way, avoiding both May and
Melinda's houses. In fact it took me almost forty minutes to
make it to the Mall.
Some bitch tried to drape a big poncho over me as I
came up to the place too. Protesters from some conservative
faith group, mixed in with a few that looked like fashion
industry hopefuls - cause there was no such industry in this
town. They were still trying to work out their slogan, and
had a mix of things up from "right to be clothed" to
"Fallen, fallen is Babylon" which I'd seen last time I was
here too.
Without my gang backing me up, they must've thought I
was easy prey. Mall security wasn't twenty feet away in the
form of two guys in their twenties, but we were on the
sidewalk before the parking lot, just a few feet from
private property where they could interfere.
So I smacked the soccer mother bitch in the chin, and
again when she went down with a knee to the groin, tossed
off the poncho and used the confusion to break through. It
was a lucky move, and I almost got grabbed. There were only
seven of them anyway. That might not hurt her like it would
a guy, but I wasn't going for injury. A half dozen nudist
protesters, different from the Tuesday batch, just inside
the lot cheered me on. They must have thought I was one of
them. Growing up I never even knew this town had nudists.
They had signs like "sex is sin" and "nudity is nature, not
sex". Security must have figured they could keep it cool by
letting the group least likely to go ape shit onto the edge
of the property.
"Right on sister!" some old nudist lady who must've
weighed more than an eighteen-wheeler said.
"Fuck this," I said, poking a finger in my cunt and
then using it to flip her off as I walked past her and her
anti sex sign to get my ass in the mall.
Security stopped me not two steps further on.
"Afternoon miss..." he paused for a bit, "Cabrera," one of
the security guards gave me a bit too friendly of a look.
How the fuck did he know my name?
"Nudity is not sexuality!" The nudist woman screamed at
me as the guard gave me something.
"Put that on your wrist please," he said. Then to the
nudist he added; "all right Gabby, that's enough. Mom's
gonna kill me if I have to bust you." He'd given me a paper
wristband with a Program picture on it. Fuck, I was marked
now.
"You shouldn't leer at that slut like that," Gabby the
nudist said to what I guessed for her brother the guard. He
just shrugged, as I looked back, his eyes on my ass. One of
the anti nudity protesters was walking over to the guards as
I left. Probably to try and get them to come after me.
"Dude, that's your sister?" the second guard said. I
held in my laughter as I crossed the parking lot. I didn't
see Kevin's car anywhere, but that wasn't unusual.
I didn't want to linger out there anymore. Next time
I'd have to come in from one of the other entrances. I had
to give the place a full walk through until I found a naked
Kevin, hanging with Rubin and Fatima. What were they doing
though, outside Girl Pop?
"A.C.," Kevin said.
"Hola," I said.
"Hi," Fatima added, she was wearing a long white
sundress with a matching bandana covering her hair. I tried
to close down the thought of the sun shining behind her to
outline her form under it. Especially the gap at the 'V' of
her legs. Damn lezzie thoughts were taking me over.
Rubin gave me a nod and said, "I think they're almost
done in there."
Looking inside, I could see May at the counter paying
for something in a bag. Melinda was next to her, back to the
counter and getting her pussy sucked by one of those boys in
the 'X' harnesses, but not a guy I recognized from Tuesday
or anything. You know, the back end of a naked guy squatting
is not the sexiest site in the world, even if he did shave
his butt.
She looked up, saw me, and smiled with a wave. Here we
go again. Stupid me, I waved back. Worse, I gave her the
kind of wave you see girls do in anime flicks. Disgustingly
cute, and way out of character for me.
"Hey where's your dildo?" Melinda panted out to me when
I walked in to greet her.
"Well I'm done, let's get moving," May said, giving me
a look from behind Melinda's shoulder.
"Um... yeah..." Melinda gasped. "I'm almost done too,"
she blushed and pulled the guy's head into her crotch.
I imagined it was me down there sucking her clit in
between my lips. "Oh... uh, I think it's broken," I lied as
I watched her cum.
"You should'a brought it, maybe you could've returned
it," Melinda said, grabbing my arm and pulling me out of the
store. The guy who'd been sucking on her pussy started idly
jacking off. They didn't have any other customers-probably
still too early-and I wondered how he'd deal with a 'spill'.
"She bought some..." Melinda began, pointing at May.
"Stuff," May said. Kevin looked between May and I,
Melinda just looked at May with a raised eyebrow.
"Hey they gave you one of those too?" Kevin said,
nodding to my wristband.
"Yeah," I said. "Guess it marks me as on the Program
list."
"They asked May on her way in, since she's a
volunteer," Melinda said. "But they ignored me." That
explained why May didn't have a shirt on. Her nipples stood
out large and proud on her little tits in the cutest,
lickable way.
"How do they know?" Fatima asked.
Rubin tapped his ear and said; "headsets." Then he
pointed to a black ball in the ceiling and added; "c maras."
"Oh yeah, our names are on a list, guess Magante sent
them pictures too," May said.
"Well they're awfully militant about it to be noticing
everybody like that," I said.
Kevin shrugged. "Morning, no crowd yet. And look at us,
we stand out."
"Heh, they probably just looked us up to try and make a
reason to get us out," Melinda said. Probably absurd, but
the look Kevin and Fatima gave her said they'd been thinking
the same thing. I remembered something Pa said about that
facial program.
"You mean like they figured we'd rather leave than be
under the Program here?" I said. "Too much trouble if you
ask me, and its private property, they don't need a reason
to kick you out of a Mall."
"Really?" Melinda said. "But isn't this public?" She
absentmindedly ran her fingers through her still swollen
slit, and I tried not to pay it any attention.
"No," I said. "Pa likes to say they've moved Main
Street indoors to control," I put my fingers up in quotes,
"who has access to the benefits of society and who is forced
to shop at the liquor store." Or something like that. Pa had
this complicated theory about police, space, and separating
the classes that was kind of hard to make sense of since he
was usually manic when he went off on it.
Pa had also said something about this face finding
program they had for cameras. About how they used it to find
out where people went and who else was there with them.
"Maybe they got that face thing in the cameras..." I said.
"Facial recognition," Kevin said. "I saw a thing on
that on TV, they're putting it up everywhere now."
But Kevin was right about one thing; the place was half
empty. Half the shops hadn't opened yet. Kinda uncool really
to be here like this, so after grabbing some snacks in the
food court we took off. Figured we'd come back later in the
afternoon, like maybe when it actually after noon.
"Give me that shirt back," May said to Melinda said as
we left. Melinda reached into her purse and pulled out a
shirt that was barely more than a bra, handing it over so
May could put it on. Even with it on her nipples made
prominent points.
"So where to?" Melinda asked. She took May's arm in
hers, but I moved around Rubin before she could get to me.
My arm started feeling empty, and May gave me that look
again. I glanced over and noticed Melinda's still pouting
pussy, but held my ground.
"That was a very interesting gift..." Fatima whispered
into my ear. She was blushing from ear to ear, but on her
dark skin you couldn't really tell unless you were right up
there like I was.
"You like?" I said; twirling the chain I'd had my dildo
on yesterday, before throwing it this morning.
"I... haven't tried using it exactly," she said. Well,
maybe in time I guessed. She had it if she needed it at
least. "My father would kill me if he knew..." she added. I
hoped she was kidding.
We found ourselves walking towards the park. It was
still in the middle of the AM, but good weather had people
coming out already.
We had Kevin in between us when we first entered, and a
couple men smiled at the site of three naked girls before
they spotted him. Naked black guy, especially one with three
naked girls that weren't black; it started going bad.
Not violent, just bad. Three guys in shorts came up to
us. "How much?" That was the first thing out of them. Blond
guy looked right at Kevin and asked, like we were meat for
sale.
"Fuck off," I said.
"We ain't talking to you bitch, we're talking to your
pimp." That was the second guy, dressed for a summer BBQ,
complete with beer can - albeit still unopened.
May got that look that said somebody was about to get
hurt, and the third guy had enough sense to put heavy hands
on his friends' shoulders and pull them away.
"When the fuck did I ever look like a pimp?" was all
Kevin said. He missed the woman who pulled her kids away
from staring at us.
"Need to move out of this fucked up town," I said.
Kevin nodded.
"It's the same anywhere you go," he said. "Just not as
open."
We took up a spot at our usual picnic tables. Well,
actually we started a table away, but the family setting up
over there took one look at Kevin and Fatima and cleared out
with the mother on her cell phone.
"This place is better at night isn't it?" Melinda said.
"Something like that," Rubin said to her, running his
fingers to trace the design of her pubic hair. "Open up that
panocha girl," he added.
Melinda spread herself out a bit and Rubin started to
casually finger fuck her. I tried not to look, but part of
me wanted to be the one doing it.
"Good thing Marcy's not here," I said. Rubin looked at
me. I wasn't sure where that had come from, but he stopped
playing with Melinda's pussy.
"Where is she?" Fatima asked. Rubin coughed.
"She'll be by later," he said. "Her and Rick hooked up
last night."
"About time," I said. Those two both needed a good
fuck. Way things were now; that was the best way to get it
over with.
"They'll probably be at the mall looking for us in a
few," Kevin said.
"Got any weed?" Rubin called out.
"My shit's at home", I said.
"Yeah", Kevin said.
Fatima looked confused, so Kevin make a smoking gesture
and she nodded, adding; "one of my uncles used to grow
poppies back in the old country."
"You mean the one you live with now?" Kevin asked.
"No," she paused. "That uncle's dead now."
"Check it out," Rubin said, pointing over to a cop car
that was cruising by way too slowly. I thought back to the
look on that woman's face when she'd used her cell phone.
"He's looking for us," I said.
May shook her head, got up, pulled off her shirt and
bounced her naked tits on over to the patrol car.
"What's she up to?" Melinda asked.
"Only way we keep out of getting busted half the time,"
Rubin said. "May made sure every cop in our usual hangouts
knew her mom."
May had poked her upper half into the passenger window,
handing over her shirt and giving the two men in the car and
eye full. I could see her hands waving around in there and
she bent over giving the rest of us a rear-view eyeful. When
she turned around to come back, the candy coated smile on
her face dropped a notch. The cops moved on, driving a
little faster this time, but still cruising.
"Said they got a call about a black man raping some
teenage girls," May said as she got back.
"Huh," was all Kevin said.
"Well, if that's how it's gonna be, I don't think I've
taken this for a ride yet have I?" Melinda asked, grabbing
Kevin's cock and giving it a good tug.
"That really isn't a funny subject..." I started.
"Shit A.C., give it a rest ok?" May said in a low
breath for me alone. She stepped over to Kevin and began
rubbing his shoulders.
"Man..." Rubin said.
"It just never stops," Fatima said, looking away from
Kevin and the other girls. Rubin shrugged. I was just about
to say something about maybe not doing this in front of
Fatima when I thought; we really didn't give a fuck about
that before...
"You gonna join in A.C.?" Melinda said to me, drawing
it out as she ran a hand slowly along the underside of
Kevin's dick.
"I'll pass." I turned away, looking out around the park
to see if I could find something else to catch my attention.
I heard May huff behind me, but nothing out of Melinda. I
wanted to hear her cry, though I wasn't really sure why.
It didn't take long for everyone else to get busy. I
could hear the usual grunts and squeals, and soon Rubin was
in there too. Only Fatima and I stood out. "How come you
didn't?" she asked me.
I just shrugged, not really feeling up to a full
answer, but I asked her in return; "This doesn't bother
you?"
"I've seen stranger things back home. Here you have sex
with anybody, back home you can get married for a half hour
and it's the same result," she said. That was an interesting
comment, making me wonder just what kind of world Fatima had
come out of.
"But you don't," I began.
"Oh no, not me. My father would kill me if I wasn't a
virgin anymore," she said, deadpan, like she wasn't joking.
"And this?" I asked, hefting up my tits to drive it
home.
Behind us Melinda gasped out, "Oh shit yeah Rubin, ram
that cock up my cunt!"
"I thought you were crazy at first, but I've been
surprised at how fast it feels normal," she said. "I
wouldn't do it, but I almost can't remember you in
clothing," she said. She tossed a thumb over her shoulder
and added, "As for that one, May, I'd be more shocked now if
she was covered."
"But isn't it supposed to be a sin or something?" I
asked.
"Aren't you Catholic?" she said, "maybe it's not me you
need to ask."
I glanced back, Rubin had Melinda on her back and was
ramming into her, she was locked in a kiss with May, and
Kevin was doing May doggie style from the other end of a
long bench. I'm not sure that was really all that
comfortable when I looked at it from here. "Huh," I said.
Maybe I was asking the wrong person.
"But like, why didn't you join?" Fatima asked.
I shrugged again, not wanting to tell her I wasn't some
lezzie bitch. How could I still say that after these last
few days?
"You're all crazy you know," Fatima said.
"Huh, ain't that like the truth," I said, lighting up a
cig from my purse and passing one over to her as May burst
out with something about cumming.
"Shoot it all over me," I heard her say next. Kevin
grunted in reply.
I looked up and saw a couple kids standing not twenty
feet away, looking on at me and the gang behind me in
complete shock. Too young I guess, to be afraid of Fatima.
"Coooooooool..." One of them said.
"Fuck off you little dick scratchers," I called over,
waving my cig around like a loaded gun. They scattered, but
regrouped in a bush not far away.
"Dick scratcher?" Fatima asked.
"Yeah," I said, making a gesture like I was a guy
jacking off, then poking my fingers into my cunt for
emphasis and actually doing it for a bit.
"Oh," she said, looking over the bush and then adding,
"ooooooh... yeah, I guess you're right."
"If my little brother wasn't getting so much pussy
right now, he'd be doing the same thing," I said, nodding to
her line of sight.
I hopped up on top of the picnic table and spread
myself open a bit, taking my hand out to play over my clit.
"You could just join them," Fatima said.
I paused, but then kept going with, "naw..."
Fatima shifted a little nervously so I added, "you
should try it, its fun."
She gave me her own, "naw..." and took a drag on the
cig I'd given her. Funny thing was, I didn't recall her
being a smoker before.
"Can I touch it," someone said. I looked down to see
one of those kids, an older boy but not by much.
"Fuck off kid, you're too young," I said. "Go fuck a
girl your own age or something."
"Man what a bitch," he said walking away.
"Aren't you still in The Program till Monday?" Fatima
asked.
"Yeah but this ain't school," I said.
"But it is a government park right?" she said.
I shrugged. There wasn't anyone around checking up on
us anyway. "Not like I'd have to let them touch even if we
were in school," I said.
"You don't?" she asked.
"No, they just want you to think that. You gotta pose
and show it off, but no touching unless you're ok with it,"
I said.
"Oh, that's good," she said.
"Why?" I asked.
"I was worried, for when they put me in it," she said.
She didn't know what I knew about Magante's plan to keep her
out.
"Don't worry about it," I said. "I don't think you'll
have to worry about The Program much."
""Que onda?" Rubin asked. He was standing there beside
me. I'd missed him coming up. He still had his dick out, at
half mast and all wet like he'd just finished.
"Looking for a dog with teeth?" I said, pointing at it.
He just grinned but May said "Really A.C., drop it will
you." She was just behind me from the noise, so I stopped
playing with my clit and put my hand down.
"I didn't know you don't have to let them touch you,"
Fatima said.
"In the Program?" Melinda asked.
"Yeah, why would anyone not want to get touched?" May
said. "That's like, fucking weird. It feels great to get
touched." And she wanted me to lay off...
"Not everyone's a lezzie," I whispered out. Fatima gave
me a look, but May didn't catch it.
"Shit that was a good fuck," Kevin said, coming around
in front of me. "Missed out A.C.," he added, wiggling his
cock at me after dousing it down with the contents of a
water bottle. He'd been in May after all, and it was still
going for her.
"Always nice to have a good fuck in the early
afternoon," Rubin said.
"I'll take a good fuck anytime," Melinda said.
"Right on girl," May noted, her finger idly working its
way in and out of Melinda's pussy.
"Whatever..." I said.
"We should'a done this years ago," Rubin said.
"Hey what's up A.C.?" Kevin asked me, coming up closer.
I tried to keep my hands off my pussy as I watched his dick
dangle there nice and tasty like.
"I dunno, nothing," I said.
"As if," May said. Melinda just looked confused then
gasped as May pinched her clit.
"You're not going 'Marcy' on us are you?" Rubin asked
me. "I'd like a good toss with that cunt of yours before you
do." He grinned and reached over to grab my tit, but I
smiled back and pushed his hand off, letting it slide down
my side and over my hip before going away.
"Something like that it looks," May said.
"Fuck off May, I just... whatever. Like I gotta fuck
anytime anybody else does or some shit?" Truth was, maybe
Rubin had something, maybe not, but I was getting sick of
May pestering it. I gave Melinda a look. She smiled roses at
me, so I looked away wishing she'd just leave off.
I sat and quietly watched the others until we left.
Something was really getting to me in all this. Not just my
friends giving up on our old fuck-ban, but Melinda and what
we'd been up to. With my friends, I wasn't so sure this was
the good idea we thought it was. It was fun now, but
everybody knows if you don't toss a bitch out fast,
relationships and expectations start to get in the way of
friendship. Looking at Kevin and thinking about us fucking
that first time in Lippmann's class, I realized that's true
even when the bitch is a guy.
I didn't like where that might lead.
Then there was Melinda, May, and I. Nobody seemed to
give a shit about us messing around, nobody but me. Cause I
knew better, thanks to Pa, I knew what your life went
through when you turned gay. Had to be the same if you went
lezzie, even bi like May. Shit, I'd seen the way Melinda's
parents acted; I knew she was in for it.
I needed to figure this shit out, but before I could
give it much more thought Rubin came up and said, ""hey, Qu,
pedo girl? We're heading out now, you coming?"
"Yeah," I said, getting up from my spot and joining the
group as we walked out of the park.
"What time is it?" Kevin finally asked as we were
coming up on the old theater near where those cosplay kids
hung out.
"Little past noon," Fatima answered. Turned out she was
the only one with a watch on.
"They're not here today," I said, looking at the area
that held the crowds of freaks the other day.
"Yeah, they've got some thing going on in the city,"
Rubin said. There was a pause, so he shrugged and added,
"Rick left something about it on my answering machine."
"Why'd Rick know about it?" Kevin said.
"Fuck if I know, he wanted to borrow my camera or
something, and then he just mentioned it and the message cut
off."
"Why are so many shops closed up here?" Fatima asked,
looking up and down the street.
"The mall," I said.
"Yeah," May said. "When I was a kid we used to come
here all the time."
"When I was a kid, we used to walk six miles just
to..." Kevin began.
"Oh please," Fatima interrupted. "Your parents do that
to? You should hear my father talk about walking on
pilgrimage..."
"I think that shit is universal," Rubin said.
My pa used protests, but even he had that line down,
not that I said anything. Instead I just said, "give it
another year or two and with the Program this place will be
full of sex shops."
"Yeah," May said in an odd moment of agreement between
us. "Like what Bill did with Albatross."
"Man can you believe that shit?" Rubin said. "That
place is going to be so uncool..."
"Yeah well, what with Mr. H and all, not sure I wanna
hang out there anymore anyway..." I said. Seemed like a good
idea to put some distance between Harrison and me, given
that I'd fucked him the other day and all. Not that I was
gonna admit it.
We kept walking, down towards what amounted for an
office district in this town. At the end of the second block
I saw a sign announcing 'Cock Rock - toys on him for her;
coming soon'. Guess I was right about the sex shops.
"You'd think with the Program there'd be more naked
people," Melinda said as we passed the grocery store. It was
one of the only places busy on a Saturday in this part of
town.
"She's bottomless, and those kids are nude," Rubin
said, pointing across the lot at two groups leaving the
shop. The woman was the only one bottomless in a group with
her and two men, and the kids were with a man and woman in
some kind of sports uniforms. One of the kids was holding
what I thought might be a soccer ball, but I couldn't
imagine playing that naked.
"Yeah, but who else?" Kevin said, gesturing with a wave
across the lot as May stroked on his dick from the other
side across from me. "And if you keep that up May, I'm gonna
go off."
"That's the idea," she giggled back. I rolled my eyes
and looked around. I counted maybe seven more people in the
crowd, excluding us. With three nude girls and Kevin, we had
the highest concentration outside the kids in the van that
was nearly gone now.
"Hey, isn't that one of Mitch's crew?" Rubin said.
"Yeah, I think it is," I said. "Looks like Ken, though
I don't know the bitch." He was getting out of a truck with
a Dixie flag painted on it, and he was in those same chaps
from Wednesday. The bitch had an open bust thong bikini with
a triangle cut out for her cunt, and what looked like Marcy
sized tits. Some guys just went in for that sort of size and
sag I guess. She had a matching collar with a ring for a
leash, and the whole outfit was Dixie colored. When she
turned, I could see a swastika tattooed on her ass above an
Odin cross.
"Shit I knew Mitch was racist, but that's a bit over
the top isn't it?" Kevin said.
"Why wear a bikini top with no cups?" Fatima asked,
looking at the girl.
"Emphasis," Melinda said. "Maybe I ought'a get one of
those." It was more like a cupless sports bra, framing her
tits in a halter-top.
"We should fuck his ass up like we did Paul," May said.
"No, not a fight here, not now," Rubin said."
"But we could do his truck," I said, starting to walk
over. Ken had parked at the end of the lot, and if we were
quick we could get in some good hits before anyone saw us. I
picked up a rock.
May gave me a look, she probably figured I was taking
something else out on Ken. But fuck, why not? I mean, the
punk deserved anything I threw him anyway.
"Hey I got an idea," Melinda said and dragged May away
towards the front of the store while the rest of us stood
around the truck. I took my rock and smashed in his
headlights, taillights, and driver side mirror.
Looking over I saw May and Melinda standing next to a
woman holding a clipboard giving each other tongue while
Melinda finger fucked May. When they broke apart the woman
handed them something and after a few words they started
walking over.
"What was that about?" Fatima said, trying to join in
with Kevin and Rubin in keeping watch without seeming to be
involved.
"Fuck if I know," Rubin said as he looked in the truck
bed. "Oh check this out." He reached in and pulled out a
crowbar with the long end sharpened for stabbing. "Guess
Kevin doesn't like tires," Rubin said as he tore into the
truck's tires.
"Shit Rube, that's better than what I've got," I said.
I scratched over the Dixie flag. Just as I smashed in the
driver side window May and Melinda got back. I tossed my
rock into the cabin and followed over to the back where May
was putting one of those rainbow colored 'Gay Pride' bumper
stickers up next to a sticker about 'Faggots' and hell.
Melinda took a 'Go Vegan' sticker and placed it over an NRA
sticker.
Then we walked. I caught one middle-aged mom watching
us and shooing her kids away. From the nudity, the mix, or
what we did - fuck if I knew. We took up a spot across the
street in front of a bowling alley, of all things. We wanted
Ken to see us as he came out, and that was the one place off
the lot that you couldn't avoid seeing the moment you got
outside. We could tell that by all the men doing double
takes at us girls while we waited. Of course, with May
fucking herself with her dildo, we weren't exactly hiding.
When Ken and his bitch got out with a single shopping
bag, we waited till they saw us before everyone flipped them
off. Well, Kevin wagged his dick at them, and May mooned
them, but that only made it worse. Ken in turn just gestured
back with 'up yours', and the bitch put a hand over her eyes
as if to see us better. After that we turned and walked out
through the side road next to the bowling alley.
"Wait'll he sees his truck," I said. Looking over I saw
Melinda turning a left over bumper sticker in her hands. It
was one of the rainbow flags, and she was giving it a long
look. I nearly stumbled when she looked up and caught me
staring. That smile on her face, those lips, that kiss...
what was I thinking... I needed to do something about her
before I ended up some kind of lezzie.
I forced a frown and turned away.
Halfway down the alley and we still heard Ken yell out,
"I'm gonna kill that fucking nigger!" We all bust out
laughing then took off running until we got a good three
blocks away.
"Fuck that was good," Kevin said, when we stopped for a
breath.
"Hey maybe the mall's picked up now?" Rubin said.
"That's all we got left in this town, isn't it?" May
said.
"Looks like it," Melinda said, as we passed by the
block with the closed up shops again. "...and my dad turned
down an offer in San Francisco to come here."
"You'd rather live there?" Fatima asked. "I've heard
that city is crazy."
"A.C. was born there, weren't you?" Kevin said, looking
to me. Only May knew why I didn't talk about that.
"Yeah, but we left when I was too young to remember
it," I lied.
We passed a couple of girls trying out the 'knicker-
girl' fad and giggling about the wind on their pussies. The
distraction for the guys kept them off subject long enough
for it to drop. When we got close they hushed up, gave us
the once over, and scurried away. I suppose it didn't help
that Kevin grabbed his dick and wagged it at them yelling
"hey baby, don'cha wanna suck? I'll bite if you suck!"
"Man you need to put that thing away," Rubin said.
"Fuck no man," Kevin said. "I'm not the naked one here
anyway."
"What?" I said. "You look pretty out there to me." To
make the point, I grabbed his dick. That always got a guy's
attention. Once I had it, I figured it needed a few strokes,
and he didn't seem to mind.
Kevin just said, "clothed, I'm about as invisible as a
black man can get in this town. They might treat me like
shit, but they're smooth about it. Like this, they either
love it or they hate it, and they don't make any effort to
hide it."
"That's a fucking weird idea," Rubin said.
"Yeah, but it's true," Kevin said. "By getting stripped
off, I've exposed them." He waved a hand at the knicker
girls down the block.
"Maybe," Fatima said. "Maybe they just weren't ready
for all the wiggling you guys are doing." She gave Kevin and
me the best point she could manage without actually seeming
to be looking.
"Dressed like that?" May said.
"They did seem new to it," Melinda said. She waved down
in the general direction of where the knicker girl tryouts
had gone.
"And I'm not?" Kevin said.
"You're a guy," May said.
"Look who's talking," Rubin said. "May, yeah sure. But
you two;" he waved over Melinda and me and continued with,
"you two didn't go naked until a few days ago."
"Yeah," I said. "You didn't seem all that shy back at
Girl Pop."
Kevin's car was in the lot when we reached the Mall by
late afternoon. We got cigs out and had a smoke, not saying
anything and watching people park. May gave the trunk a look
like it was stashing a shirt she might go for, but she must
have figured better given the whole routine last time.
The back entrance was clear of protestors, and we
slipped in with the traffic. I didn't get stopped this time,
even though I'd removed the little wristband. With a bigger
crowd, I guess they just didn't have the energy or boredom
to bother. It did make me wonder just what the Mall got out
of agreeing to enforce the Program on us. It wasn't like
they needed it to drive up business.
The guys wanted to hit the video game shop first, so we
made our way over, passing Girl Pop on the way. Glancing in,
the place was full of what looked like giggling freshmen,
making a fuss over the bottomless boys in their funny
leather harnesses.
"Recognize any of them?" Fatima asked me.
I looked over to see her watching me watch the shop.
"No, must be from the other high school," I said. Which only
meant one of them might know Mitch. A bit of a paranoid
thought, but after what we'd done earlier, I was still
sniffing for trouble. Not like I knew what even half our own
freshmen looked like...
At the game shop the guys went straight to the 'ND-X'
section to check out the same game Rosa and Miguel had been
on lately. That 'Tenyari's Tale' game. "The twins have been
playing that," I said.
"Yeah, I heard it's got some pretty fucked up scenes in
it with a wolf guy if you know the cheat codes," Rubin said.
"Naw, he's a regular part of the story," Kevin said.
"Yeah, but he's got an -extra scene- if you catch my
drift," Rubin said, making a jacking off motion.
"Man... I do not want to know about that kind of shit,"
Kevin said.
While they were talking I flipped through a strategy
guide with all sorts of pictures of the red head getting
fucked by an array of faeries, knights, and monsters. Shit
that didn't make much sense to me, though I figured the
twins would get it.
"Oh my... I gotta get out of here!" Fatima called out,
pointing to the shelf before quickly skipping away to the
other end of the store. I glanced over but Melinda beat me
to it, picking up a game and handing it to May.
"Creamy Peepy Sheep," May called out. "Didn't you say
something 'bout this Kevin?" She flipped the box around,
"Oh, shit, even -I- wouldn't do that..."
Kevin grabbed one off the shelf, flipped it around, and
said; "whoa, isn't that shit still illegal?"
"Apparently not when its in 3D," Rubin said.
"I thought it was supposed to be based on the
cartoon..." Kevin said.
"You watched that shit?" May asked, glancing over while
handing the box back to Melinda.
"Well, after yesterday I just had to see it," Kevin
said.
"You gonna buy that?" We all turned and noticed three
of the store staff, in fact, all three from the looks of it,
standing around watching us.
Kevin gave them a look, put the box back on the shelf,
and just walked out without saying a word.
"Yeah, like I've got a place I could hide it if I was
stealing it..." I said on my own way out. Fatima was already
out there, munching on one of those giant pretzels from the
store across the way. Everybody else followed me out.
"Damn man, you chased all the bitches out," I heard
called out from somewhere in the shop.
"What happened?" Melinda asked.
"We get that shit sometimes," Rubin said. What he
didn't say was that we only got it when Kevin or he was
around. Never with Rick. Though this time, it might have
just been the presence of a naked guy, let alone that he was
black. A video game shop was the kind of place where the
staff all probably supported everything about the Program
that was female, and strongly disliked the rest.
Melinda shook her head. I figured she didn't get it.
White people can be so blind when they don't want to see.
She'd never really see the way it got asked, and how often,
until she'd been around it enough.
"Let's get something to eat guys," Rubin said.
Standing in line for pizza at the food court someone
behind called out, "I've got a reasonable request."
"What the fuck?" Melinda said, she'd followed me
instead of May, who'd gone for burgers. The rest of the gang
went for the noodle line, along with two security guys
keeping more of an eye on Kevin than was needed. We looked
back, expecting some idiot to be hassling us to let him cop
a feel. Instead I saw a girl I didn't know rolling her eyes
and assuming the classic pose of legs spread and arms up
over behind her neck. I didn't recognize the boys either.
Three of them, circling her.
"Can I touch it?" one of them said to her.
"Jack... its fucking Saturday, Program's over," the
girl said.
"That's not what Mr. Beardson said. He said Program
rules held in the Mall too," a boy I guessed for Jack
replied.
"Your ass is mine when your number comes up Jack. Go
ahead, might as well get it over with," the girl said. I
wondered who Mr. Beardson was.
"They must be from the other school," Melinda said.
"You think we might get hassled too?" she added.
"Not you, you're not in," I said. "And nobody'd dare
fuck with me."
"I would, I already have, remember," Melinda said,
giving me a wink and a smile.
"Don't talk about that here," I said. I noticed the guy
in front of us glance back and give us both the look-over.
"What the fuck are you looking at?" I said to him.
"Dress like that, you're asking for it," He said.
"Jerk," I said, before turning around to watch 'Jack'
jack-off the Program girl. He was already into finger
fucking her by the time I got another look.
"Damn..." I heard the guy from the line say behind me.
Well, I guess I could agree with him on one thing.
"I can't wait till my Program week," Melinda said.
"You've already been acting like that," I said to her.
"Not the... yeah, guess you're right. Wanna do me like
that?" she said.
"Cut it out, will you?" I told her. Her smile turned to
a frown. She really didn't get it. Jack was building up
speed - the girl was being held up at the shoulders by his
friends. A couple people looked on in concern and I could
see a security guard walking over. That was odd, seeing how
just the other day we'd watched a knicker girl get fucked in
almost the same spot.
"Hey babe, I'll do you like that anytime," the guy from
in front of me in the line said.
"Fuck off," Melinda and I said in time to each other.
He was like, thirty fucking thousand years old. Fucking
geezer, hitting on us. Then again, he was younger than Mr.
H...
"Snobby little bitches..." he said.
"Next already, come on man, what do you want?" someone
called. Looking back I realized the line had cleared and
this guy in front of me was next. He moved forward and
ordered a combo slice.
We ordered our own and went to join the gang at a table
they'd already picked out. I watched as the security guard
came and interrupted 'Jack', they exchanged a few words, and
then as the guard left Jacked picked up right where he'd
left off.
I sat on the end near Fatima, forcing Melinda to go
over to between Rubin and May. Fatima tried her best not to
notice, but she had me next to her in full view and two
pairs of tits right across from her. Not to mention Kevin on
her right.
"So who you think's gonna get picked Monday?" Kevin
said.
"I would'a figured you, but now that you're naked I'm
not so sure," I said.
"Why me?" Kevin asked, taking a sip of soda. "Good to
finally get some meat for lunch."
"Yeah no shit," May said, biting into her burger.
"Well, I figured Magante was gunning for us," I said.
"Looking to see how long she could use us to test her
theories or something."
"Theories? A.C., you're sounding like your dad," Rubin
said.
"Yeah, but, I overheard her and Mr. H. and it sounded
like she was talking about us," I said after putting my
pizza slice down. "Figure she thinks we're a model for when
they take it to the big cities."
"Huh," May said. "Sounds a little cracked up to me."
"Hey I just take it as I hear it," I said. "Maybe
she'll drag in Marcy."
"That might be fun to see," Rubin said, holding his
hands up to his chest like he was cupping a pair of huge
tits.
"Guys..." Melinda said. "It's all tits and ass."
"Don't forget the front end," Rubin said, his hand
going under the table, after which Melinda jumped and then
seemed to ease down into his palm.
"Got me there," she said. "And don't dare let go."
"Damn girl, you're already wet," Rubin said, working
his hands below the table.
"Oh brother," Fatima said, when Rubin pulled his hand
up and licked a finger. "You guys just don't stop."
You had to wonder. We made her nervous nearly every
minute, but she didn't leave.
Walking past Purrfect Pussy on the way, we caught Sandy
making her way out with Calvin and Paul, on leashes. Those
three had gone from virgins to bondage fuck bunnies in only
a week from the looks of it. Sandy even had a bunny ears
headband on, with a purple feather in it. It was about all
she had on, other than thigh boots and a long sleeve purple
shirt that ended just below her collarbone, above her
breasts. She looked like some kind of freaked out naked
pimp. It looked like she'd managed to pierce both nipples
already, and her pussy was swollen with the look of sex. As
for Calvin and Paul, they were in white lacey chaps with
little red bow ties on white-laced collars and nothing else,
not even shoes. Calvin was hard, but Paul's dick was soft
and wet looking. I guess it was pretty obvious where he'd
just finished putting it.
"Hey Alandra!" Sandy said.
"Hey guys, been having fun there Paul?" I said. Melinda
shifted a bit next to me, and the look May was giving them
reminded me of a deer caught in headlights. Fatima seemed to
have disappeared...
"What the fuck are you guys into?" Kevin said.
"No shit," Rubin said.
Paul smiled, but didn't answer, nor did Calvin. "Today
they aren't allowed to speak to anyone but me, and only when
I tell them they can," Sandy said, giving me a wink.
"Tomorrow, I get to be the bitch."
"You kids... guys... aren't going a little too fast
here are you?" I said.
"We're just playing," Sandy said. "Hey you guys still
in the Program right? They told us the Program was still
going here when we came in the doors."
"Me and May, sort of," I said. "But that's it."
"Darn," Sandy said. "I wanted to see if I could get a
request out of him;" she pointed at Kevin, causing the leash
connecting her wrist to Calvin's waist to jingle. I had a
brief thought of what it would be like to attach that thing
to a cock ring, but figured that might get dangerous in a
crowd...
"I'm Kevin," Kevin said. "What were you thinking? I
don't go for that bondage shit."
"Naw, I want to know what it's like to get it in all
three holes at once," Sandy said. I took a step back. She -
was- getting out of control. "We did front and back before
coming here, but I'd need one more guy to get my mouth."
"Looks like you just did front again..." I said. She
blushed. I don't know how a girl with thoughts like hers
could blush, but she did.
"Yeah, it was fun. I got a massage in there, and they
let me fuck Paul before I left the chair," Sandy pointed
back to Purrfect Pussy. I wondered why Calvin had been left
out, but thought better of asking. "Hey you're still in the
Program though... I've got a request for you Alandra."
"Sandy, I'm really not in the mood for..." Calvin
slumped a little.
"Oh, ok," Sandy started. "I just wanted to..."
"Excuse me miss, but if your in the Program you have to
follow the rules," a new voice said. I looked to my right
and it was a Mall greeter - maybe from one of the
information booths or something. He gave me a look like he
was expecting something.
"It's ok," Sandy said. "I've changed my mind." She knew
she valued my good side more than any Program. That put her
and her boys up a notch in my mind, even if I did think they
were going at it a little too fast for their own good.
"Doesn't matter miss," the mall guy said to Sandy. He
turned back to me and said, "I'd like to see the inside of
your pussy little lady."
Little lady? Who was this punk? "Come on man, what kind
of shit is that?" Kevin said.
Rubin took a step forward.
"Perfectly reasonable," the guy said. "You play by the
Program rules or you leave the mall, miss..." he paused. I
noticed the earpiece when he moved to push it into his ear
better. "Cabrera is it? Yeah, they're telling me you are on
the Program. Charlie says he gave you a bracelet this
morning." He looked to my wrist, and then to May's. We'd
ditched the bracelets after we left the mall hours ago. "Why
don't the two of you sit on the benches over there and
spread yourselves open for us all?"
"Hey it ain't reasonable if A.C. doesn't feel like
doing it," Rubin said.
"Well I won't force you, but I will have to ask you all
to leave," the guy said.
"Fine, whatever..." I said. I dragged May over and we
sat down, leaned back, lifted our legs and spread out. "What
the fuck's in it for the Mall anyway?" I asked. He didn't
answer. After a minute he just turned and walked away.
"Sorry," Sandy said. "I didn't think..."
"Don't worry about it," May said.
"Kevin right?" Sandy said, looking at Kevin. "Anytime
you're willing Kevin, or you," she looked at Rubin,
"anytime..." for emphasis she stuck her finger in her pussy
and pumped it for a moment. "Well, we should go. The boys
have toys to use on me..."
After she left Kevin, dick hanging out and all, with
May standing naked at his said, just said, "Man A.C., where
do you come up with these freaks?" I just shook my head.
Somehow, Fatima was back and on the other side of Kevin, but
not as close to him as May was.
"No shit..." I said.
Behind them, in the window display to Purrfect Pussy,
some lady I could have sworn had been a teacher of mine last
year was getting her cunt shaved while in the seat next to
her a girl of about twenty or so was getting dildo fucked
while a guy held her hand.
"We could have just left," Melinda said.
"Yeah, probably should have," May said. "All that
bother and he didn't even have the decency to fuck me." She
was returning to normal I guess.
"Aren't you still on the..." Kevin began.
"Didn't stop us yesterday," Rubin said.
"Yeah," May said. "So we gonna hang here all day or
what?"
"I need to stop in at Studly's," Kevin said.
"Studly's?" Melinda said, giving Kevin a look that
ended with his dick, which had managed to find its way into
her hand.
"Yeah, new shop; saw it the other day. Program friendly
for teenage guys," Kevin said. "Meaning unlike everywhere
else, I can get something to wear while nude."
"Doesn't that defeat the point?" I said, as we started
walking.
"You know how much a pain it is to carry a wallet like
this?" Kevin said. "Its not like I have a collection of
purses like you two."
"So what can you do?" I asked.
"Well, I was talking to those guys in Girl Pop, and
they said I could get something like the harness things they
wear, over at Studly's."
Studly's lived up to the name. One look at the place
and Fatima sighed before slipping away to the sports card
shop next door. Logo was a naked barbarian guy with what, if
he weren't a cartoon but a real man, would have been a two
foot long dick - soft. The character was dressed in an 'X'
harness and cock ring, and held up a sword taller than he
was. A naked female figure reclined under him cupping his
massively overdrawn balls in one hand. The staff working
there was all female, all teen to early twenties at most,
and all naked. Two of them were getting fucked while we
walked in, on couches near the back under a sign that said
'fitting area'. I only knew they were staff by the look of
their 'barbarian boots'.
"Just what are those two 'fitting'?" Melinda said.
A girl arranging chaps next to us said, "vibrating cock
rings most likely. Stacy always volunteers for fittings of
those." She was a red head, and bush, like Melinda, with a
silver labia ring and an ID badge hanging from a nipple
piercing. She pointed out a pair of legs sticking out from
under a guy working up a healthy pumping action. Vibrating
cock ring? What a concept.
"Hey where can I find a harness like in the sign?"
Kevin asked her, pointing to a sign above the counter that
had the logo guy on it.
She just reached over and took Kevin by the dick before
saying, "follow me."
They went over to a corner of the store and we watched
as Kevin tried out a number of different designs. They had
'X' shapes with a belt on the waist, without, or even just a
shoulder sash with or without a waist belt. In the end Kevin
went in for the shoulder sash with belt, all made from
imported hemp. To 'demonstrate' the 'functionality' of the
piece the girl gave him a quickie blowjob. That only served
to get three more guys wandered by outside to come in and
line up for a purchase. Three guys that had been standing
around in the mall aisle where we were waiting, eyeing my
clit ring from the looks of it. As Kevin clipped his wallet
to the belt of his new harness, I watched one of the guys
start fucking the same girl who'd helped us out. You had to
wonder just how sore her cunt would be by the end of the
day.
"Man, I should start walking around with my shit
hanging in the breeze like that too," Rubin said.
"Hey... you wouldn't believe the amount of action I've
been getting," Kevin said.
"Yeah man, I've been here seeing it go down," Rubin
said.
"Don't you mean, her go down?" Melinda said. "If you
ask me, I think you've got a good idea Rubin. I'd give that
cock another ride if you whipped it out for us."
Five minutes later Rubin was on his way -out- of
Studly's, with a pair of jeans on that had a hole to let his
dick dangle in the wind. Thanks to a quick suck from
Melinda, it was soft for the moment.
We picked up Fatima with a bag full of sports cards,
pins, and posters and walked. "For my brother," she said.
"It took a while to find enough stuff without naked guys on
it. I thought men couldn't go nude?"
"Sports is different," May said.
"Yeah," Kevin added. "Though if I have anything to say
about it, by the time I'm twenty one men will be allowed to
undress as well. Total bullshit if you ask me..."
"Men going naked?" Melinda said, giving Kevin a raised
eyebrow and a once over.
"No, men not allowed to," Kevin said. "I mean, what the
fuck is up with that?"
"Threat," Rubin said. "I mean come on Kev, I've been on
edge since you've been dangling it about. I think I can
understand..."
"Yeah well, what's this then?" I asked, grabbing
Rubin's cock.
"I'm just saying, I think men find other men
threatening," Rubin said.
"And it's a bit of a target," May said. "Guy got his
dick out, other guys are gonna go for it if they toss it
up." She made a snipping gesture with her left hand.
"Maybe I should put my jeans back on..." Rubin said,
edging a little closer to me and away from May and, or at
least in my mind, her collection of suddenly appearing
knives. For kicks I started jacking him off, even though he
was soft.
"Yeah well, then why let us go naked as teens?" Kevin
said. "They're just tempting trouble that way - teens are
more amped up."
"Fuck if I know man, ask my Pa, I'm sure he's got a
theory somewhere," I said.
"Your father would probably say it gets us girls to
have sex more in our 'forming years,'" May said.
"Yeah, but he wouldn't say it like that," I said. I
glanced at Melinda for a second and then added, "He'd
probably throw in some conspiracy to get gays as the
reason."
Leaving the Mall we thought of heading over to school.
Over summer we'd found a way to get on the roof, and we had
a good stash up there taped to the inside of the air
conditioning ducts. A lot of weed and a little meth none of
us had been willing to try out yet. Rick thought it seemed
cool at the time he bought it, but not after I told him
about 'her' and why my Pa moved away from California.
"Anyone go up there this week?" May had asked. "See if
our shit's still there?"
"If they'd found it, there would have been some kind of
announcement," Rubin pointed out.
"You guys really keep a stash of weed right on the
campus?" Fatima asked.
"Sure, why not?" I said. "Last year we sold a bit
around campus after Danny got busted."
"Danny?" Melinda asked.
"Yeah, he used to deal out between the building and the
gym, but the police busted his ass last February."
"Drugs?" Melinda said; taking a puff from a joint Kevin
passed back in the car.
"Naw, breaking and entering of all things," Rubin said.
"Unlike when A.C. got busted, he was 17 and it was armed, so
he got sent away."
"A.C.?" Melinda looked at me with big eyes, passing her
joint to May.
"Yeah," I said. "I got busted way back when breaking
into, of all places, Mr. Harrison's house."
"Fucking eh..." Melinda said.
"And they still let you go to school?" Fatima said.
"I was only ten back then," I said. "Before I started
here, before I knew who Mr. H. was. Danny had a loaded gun,
and I heard the police claimed it had been used in a
shooting over in the city."
"So you guys just took his spot?" Fatima asked.
"Kind of," Rubin said. "I mean, we don't deal in a big
way or nothing, but a couple people wanted some shit, after
Danny was gone, and we used it to keep the right people from
messing with us."
"Yeah, like, we sell to two people in the
administration office. That keeps shit from getting written
up sometimes," I said.
"Hey guys, I'm not sure I want to go on that roof with
you. I can't get into trouble like that. My father would
literally kill me," Fatima said. Everybody else grinned, but
I wasn't so sure she was kidding. I didn't doubt the man
wouldn't actually kill his own daughter.
"It's cool," Kevin said. "If you're cool."
"Hey I'm cool," Fatima said.
"Yeah, me too," Melinda said.
"Hey, what the fuck is that?" May called out. "Kev,
turn around and pull in over there." She pointed out a place
lit up in red, blue, and yellow neon halfway down the block
behind us. We were on another of those blocks with half
closed up shops, and half new establishments. Pa said the
mayor was trying to use the new changes to revitalize the
city.
Kevin pulled into a place called 'Tz-that', it looked
like some kind of night club, but it said 'for teens only'
below the neon on the curb and on the front door sign. The
lot was half full, and two other cars pulled in before we
were done parking.
"How come we never heard of this place?" I said.
"Maybe that's why," Melinda said, pointing out a paper
sign left of the front door that said 'Grand Opening' and
below that a welcome party sponsored by the student council
of the other high school in town. We were more in their turf
than our own...
"Let's check it out anyway," Rubin said.
At the door they had a big guy and a bottomless woman
chatting and waiting. They waved in one group of three
before we got there. "...why didn't you?" the woman finished
as I got close enough to hear. There wasn't too much
business or a line. I figured they were mostly there for
show.
"Can't, new ERA says equal but different. They've got
all these legal exceptions, and that ain't one of them.
Lawyer said I had to charge em both the same prices," the
guy said, through a French accent. "Even a Lady's night
would be unconstitutional, despite the nudity."
"So that's why they dropped the discounts at the
Mall..." the woman said.
"That's what I'm thinking," he said. "A good idea, till
the lawyers showed up."
"Can we still come in if we don't go there?" Fatima
blurted out as we met the doorman, pointing to the paper
sign.
"Hey..." I said, trying to get their attention.
"Oh that?" the doorman said, finally looking up and
gesturing at the paper sign. "Party was yesterday, we're
open to all teens today. You kids go to downtown?"
"Yeah," I said, nudging Fatima.
"We're doing a party for your school in two weeks, I'm
trying to get your principal to agree to an announcement
still."
"Huh, you the owner then?" Kevin asked.
"Yeah," he said. "Towns needs a night hangout for
teens; one that's safe, and Program friendly. I see you kids
are already good for that." his glance made a beeline for my
clit and stayed there, while his hand caressed the ass of
the now silent nearly naked woman next to him. Looking down,
I noticed he'd come up from underneath her and had a finger
working to get into her pussy. Like Ms. Lippmann had said,
employment for women is going to get complicated.
The man glanced at his watch and May asked, "what time
you got?"
"About eight," he said. "It'll probably pick up in an
hour or so." being a teen spot, I guess they didn't exactly
run as late as an adult club would.
"You guys still want to go in if the crowds going to be
mostly from uptown?" Rubin said.
"Sure," I said, stepping in. When we got past the door
guy and found ourselves in a short hallway before a red
curtain I added, "Fuck em anyway. If they want trouble."
There was a 'coat check' booth on the right in the
hallway, with a naked girl manning it and a small alcove to
step into and hand stuff over.
To the left of her booth they had a mountain of framed
paperwork on the wall with a light shining on it. I caught
'Health Department', 'approved', and a Program logo before
the girl spoke up and switched my attention. "Excuse me,"
she said, stopping us. "Girls have to strip before
entering," she looked at Fatima and shrugged. That's when I
noticed she was the same race as Fatima - dark and south
Asian, but without the accent. She also had a cross on a
necklace.
Kevin noticed it too, he got hard in a second, and
looked back and forth between them as if he'd suddenly
figured he liked the type, and now had an idea what might be
under all those cloths Fatima wore.
"Uh..." Fatima said. "I can't do that."
"Well it's the rule, I'll get busted if I let you in,"
she said.
"Hey it's cool Sharvani, let her in anyway, just for
today," we heard from back at the door. The guy from outside
was looking in at us. "Not like our rules have been
announced to you guys yet. Wouldn't really be fair to hold
you to them until we're more known."
"Hey thanks man," Kevin called back.
Fatima let out a long sigh. "I figured I'd have to take
off and go home," she said. The booth girl gave her a frown
and muttered something beneath her breath. Fatima turned
away and moved past us into the club.
"You pay for everything on the way out," she said. "Put
on these," she passed us each a tagged bracelet. I took an
extra for Fatima. "They'll take the tag number down for
anything you order, and I collect when you leave. I need at
least one credit card, for security reasons."
Kevin passed over a card, as did May. I just gave her
my Purse, after which everybody joined in and she gave me a
second bracelet with a key design that I passed to Rubin.
All our stuff ended up in a hanging bag with a tag that
matched the key-bracelet. "Pierre thinks this will avoid mix
ups," she said. I guessed that was the boss outside.
"Any virgins?" she asked, looking between Melinda, May,
and me.
"Uh... no," I said. "Why?"
"No virgins allowed," she said. "We're supposed to
check it when you come in on busy nights, somebody will
probably be around in a few minutes." I wondered what that
was about; thinking Fatima probably was a virgin.
Past the curtain we hit a typical scene for a club;
tables on three sides, a stage with a window to a DJ booth
behind it, and a dance floor in the middle. A second floor
ringing balcony area had more tables along the edge and
space behind I could see. Stairs up on the left of the
stage, and down on the right. All the staff, from those I
could tell for staff; were naked. Three girls our age with
collars on, little French berets, white cuffs, and army
boots - which was kind of odd until I thought about broken
glass. The guys were the same; only instead of collars they
had white ties. All the girls had clit rings, and all the
guys cock rings. Each also had a belt with a few things
clipped to it. To the left of the curtain there was a bar
and a door on the far wall that said 'Employees Only'. There
were only maybe fifteen or twenty other kids in the place,
making us the largest group there.
"I'm gonna check the bar," I said.
"I'll find a good table," Fatima said. "Can you get me
a soda, I can't drink alcohol." Rubin started to follow
Fatima, but then picked up a call on his cell phone.
"It's illegal to sell that to us anyway," Kevin said.
"I gotta see what's downstairs, I'll be back."
May and Melinda followed me to the bar, and yeah, all
it sold was sodas, coffee, and energy drinks. Well, that and
snacks. It ended with a services section that had prices for
some really strange shit. Like if you wanted a blowjob, or
wanted to fuck one of the girls who worked in the place.
Every waiter and waitress, according to the menu, did double
duty as a prostitute. Wow... I wondered what would happen if
Melinda asked one of the waitresses to suck on her pussy...
or if she could only get one of the guys.
A waiter came up and repeated the virgin question. I
gave him a once over, he wasn't bad looking, and I pegged
him for about the same age as us. Nice cock too, shaved like
me, and semi-hard but a little shiny like he'd fucked in the
last few minutes. "I have to check," he said. He reached
forward and slid a finger into me, like it was just the
natural thing to do, then said, "You're good."
"You can check me with this," May said, grabbing his
dick.
"I'm supposed to charge you for a fuck," he said, but
he still turned May around, bent her over, and quickly slid
his dick in and out. "No charge for that," he said. For
Melinda, he just poked a finger in and then thanked us all
and walked away.
"That was way too fucking weird..." Melinda said.
"You're telling me?" I said.
May looked put out. "Now I need a real fuck," May said.
"What kind'a guy just puts it in for one thrust?"
We grabbed a bunch of shit and wandered around until we
found Fatima on the second floor claiming a table that
overlooked the stage and dance floor. "Privacy," she said.
"Hey, Rick and Marcy are on their way over," Rubin said
when he found us. "They just got back from the city."
"They hooking up?" I asked.
"I don't know, but I wouldn't be surprised," He said.
"Rick's had it for Marcy for a while."
"Yeah, I think that runs both ways," May said.
Kevin had a big grin when he found us. "Shit man, you
guys gotta check out downstairs," he said. "Padded floor,
and wall to wall cushions. They got porn vids running on
screens on all four walls and a couple stands to dance or
fuck on."
"This is a teen hangout?" Fatima asked.
"Hey, like the guy said, Program friendly," May said,
getting up. "I think I'll go see if I can get a fuck in. I
need one after that virgin check. Anyone down there Kevin?"
"Virgin check?" Fatima asked.
"Yeah, there's two girls and maybe five guys or so,"
Kevin said.
"You really don't want to know," May said, looking at
Fatima, and then running off for the stairs.
I touched Fatima's arm and whispered over, "what did
that girl out front say to you?"
"I figured she was an American, and wouldn't hold that
kind of hatred," Fatima said.
"A lot of people here seem scared of you though," I
said.
"Yeah, scared, but not hatred, not like what goes on in
the old country," she said.
"She's the first girl I've seen from your people other
than you," I said.
"She's not one of my people," Fatima said somewhat
coldly.
"Yeah, sorry, but you know what I mean," I said.
"We all look alike?" She said it quick, but she also
grinned at me.
"Well no I..., no yeah... you're the only person I've
ever met like you. I don't know how to tell the different
groups apart just by looking," I said. It was the truth,
though I hated to admit something like that.
"Hey I'm just messing with you," she said. "After all
you guys put me through with this," she gestured over my
body, "I've earned a few." I never did get her to tell me
what the other girl had said.
We chilled for a bit, listening to dance music and
watching people filter in. The crowd doubled in only half
and hour, and we weren't the only people from our school,
but it was mostly strangers.
A couple people started dancing near the end of that
time. Girls mostly, doing a bump and grind routine mixed
with finger fucking themselves. That made it obvious why
they had the rule to get girls naked. They wanted a nudie
show, but without having to pay anybody. "Smart..." I
quietly said.
"Huh?" Kevin said over the music.
"Oh nothing, thinking about dancing," I said. I started
to get up, but then Rubin grabbed my arm in a vice grip.
"Shit... check it out... I never thought I'd see the
day..." he said. I followed his glance. We all did. Coming
through the curtain was Rick, followed by Marcy. She was in
her birthday suit.
"Fuck her tits are huge!" Kevin said. I didn't know
what to say exactly. I mean, I knew she was big, we all
could see that under those thick shirts she wore, but this
was back injury waiting to happen big. Big enough that she
was supporting them under folded arms as the two of them
stood in the middle of the dance floor between songs looking
around for us.
May popped out of nowhere and ran up to jump on Marcy,
who for her part suddenly thrust out her arms to hold the
other girl at length. That's when I noticed that May had
splotches of what could only be cum all over her hair and
backside. From Marcy's reaction, and the way Rick's eyes
bugged out, I guessed she must've looked even worse from the
front.
May was bouncing up and down, trying to drag Marcy into
it, and then she pointed up to us, said something to Marcy,
and ran off again.
"What was that about?" I asked Marcy when she arrived.
"She's going to get hosed off," Rick said, sitting down
between Fatima and I.
"Fuck, never mind that, girl, nice to finally see you,"
Kevin said, leering at Marcy.
"They've got hoses?" Fatima said.
"Fucking coat girl wouldn't let me in till I stripped
off," Marcy said. Then she looked at Fatima with a glare. "I
see she'll let -you- in. What's up with that?"
"Probably not hoses, maybe a shower though if they've
got a fuck room," Melinda said.
"Not what you think Marce," I quickly got in. "I gather
that girl wanted to flay Fatima, but her boss made the
call."
"Huh!" Marcy let out. Fatima shrugged.
"Girl, those aren't tits, they're fucking udders,"
Kevin said, reaching over to touch Marcy's breasts.
"Hey..." Marcy started, but then unfolded her hands to
let him get a grope. "Whatever..." she said. "Now you know
why I always stay covered."
"So who did your pussy?" Melinda asked, looking down
into Marcy's crotch. I'd noticed her pubes had a blue and
white pattern when she'd come in...
"So, how the fuck you guys find this place?" Marcy
asked, switching gears.
I figured she must've gone to Purrfect Pussy from the
way they'd recognized her the other day. "May saw it as we
drove by," I said.
"Come here Marce," Kevin said, slapping his thigh. He
gave Rick a look. No, not a look, more of a raised eyebrow
pause.
"Hey don't look at me man," Rick said. Marcy got up to
go over to Kevin, she made to sit beside him, but he grabbed
her hips and slid her into his lap.
"Oh..." Marcy said, sitting up a little and putting her
hand down into her crotch. She came up with Kevin's dick,
which she left lying there; coming up between her legs.
Kevin was kneading Mary's breasts, and it was clear she was
doing something down there with his cock.
"Man, these are heavy," Kevin said, pulling Marcy's
tits out by the nipples. Oddly, I noticed that I thought May
had better nipples. Smaller tits, more firm, but May had
huge nipples. Marcy's were kinda small, despite the massive
weighty nature of her boobs. They were so big Kevin couldn't
even fit them in his hands, and none of us could stop
looking. If she didn't have Kevin's dick to play with, Marcy
probably would have been a bit on edge from the attention.
Even Fatima kept stealing double takes.
"Time to dance," Rubin said, getting up.
"Whoa man! What's up with that?" Rick said, waving at
Rubin's crotch. Which indeed was up.
"They talked me into it at the Mall," Rubin said. We
did? whatever worked for him I guess. Melinda followed him
up and took his cock in hand. For Rubin's part, he goosed
her from behind and didn't let go.
"Coming?" Melinda called back. I figured what the heck
and got up with them.
"Let's go then," Kevin said to Marcy.
"I can't dance without a bra on," she said.
"We'll go for the slow tunes," Kevin said. "Plus, you
gotta check this place out."
"People are gonna laugh at me, swinging these things
around," Marcy said, hefting up Kevin's hands that in turn
hefted her tits up.
"Trust me," I said. "No one's gonna laugh at those.
That's like a guy with a five foot long dick..."
"Man, that would be fucking weird," Rick said. "I think
I'll sit it out for a while."
"Me too," Fatima said. "I don't wanna make a scene."
She gestured over her outfit. Yeah, she was the only woman
in the place with a covered crotch and tits. If people
noticed her there'd be some kind of trouble for sure.
"Ok," I said, taking Marcy's hand before she could
object any more.
"We ought'a go find May," Rick said as we started to walk
away from them.
"No way am I going down there," Fatima said to him.
"I wonder what those guys May's doing are gonna think
when they realize what's coating their dicks?" I said.
"Oh gross," Rubin said as made our way down the stairs.
The dance floor had about fifteen people on it when we
got there. About the size of the entire crowd in the place
when we first arrived. It was about half girls, and they
were lining up with a dance that really worked the hips. We
joined right in, and Marcy immediately became the focus of
attention with her tits swaying around. Guys are so tit
focused.
We followed the dance through. Some red head in the
middle seemed to be leading things to an R&B song, following
along with a dancer on a music video they had going on a
huge screen behind the stage to the side of the DJ booth.
The whole thing involved shaking your ass, squatting in and
rubbing your clit, some steps, a little breast play, and a
little spinning. Fun, and man did it get me going and
needing a fuck.
It didn't hurt that I kept seeing the three girls who
worked the place get felt up by guys every time they went to
a table. I noted that they didn't note anything for copping
a feel, even one in the pussy or a quick kiss on a tit, but
they did every time one of the guys lingered with it.
Halfway through the dance, and I saw one of them get bent
over a table and fucked from behind. This place was just
wild. I wondered how much she made from doing that.
I stepped off when the song was over. A slow routine
kicked up and Melinda paired off with Rubin while Kevin took
Marcy. Some guys stepped in for the other girls on the
floor, and a few people left off like me. This time around,
there was no group routine, just a whole lot of dirty bump
and grind. Midway through Kevin started fucking Marcy, right
on the dance floor. He just bent her over and went at it
from behind. She held herself up with a hand on a pole and a
hand in her crotch while he kept kneading her tits.
"Excuse me," a guy I didn't know came up and said.
"You've got a really pretty pussy and I'd like to eat you
out."
"Damn boy, you're forward," I said. A year ago, and
maybe even a week ago anywhere else, and I would have kicked
his ass for that line.
"Why beat around the bush, when I can just get my
tongue right into it?" he said.
"Work on your puns," I said. But then I gave him a look
over. The poor thing had his dick hanging out, and it was
hard and throbbing at me. "Sure, go ahead. If I like how you
make me cum, I'll let you fuck me too. What's your name?" It
was a very May like thing to say. But it was also with a
guy, and I needed that.
"A rose by any other," he started to say...
"Fuck it with the English class, you want to play, hand
over a name," I said.
"Hugo," he said. He pulled me over to a raised seat
sized platform with a little step up to get me up on it.
Soon as I was up there I noticed it put my cunt five feet in
the air, perfect height for the task at hand.
I spread my legs, and he reached in and spread my
labia. "Careful with the clit ring," I said. "And it's
Alandra."
"So I've heard," he told me. I started to wonder who
this guy really was; as I don't think he went to our school.
That thought didn't last long though. He went to town and it
was check out time for anything else.
He put in a good effort, not the best, not the worst.
Hugo tasted around me, in quick circles, before diving in. I
caught a few people glancing over, but nowhere near as many
as I would have expected for this sort of thing.
Hugo darted into my cunt three times, in quick drinking
motions, before shifting to taking my clit ring into his
lips and lightly tugging. A stray thought hit me and I
giggled, not exactly the right response at a time like this,
but I couldn't help it. 'Hugo' just wasn't exactly a sexy
name, and I was thinking, 'why can't the guy going down on
me have a name like Hugh? I just couldn't see a guy named
Hugo as a romantic. It was more the name of the guy who
comes out to mow your lawn, not pamper your flowers.
But I had to give credit where it was due. Like he'd
said, he got his tongue right in there. Hugo drank me up
like a man licking his favorite plate clean, and as I felt
my energy building I took his head and pulled him in
tighter. But he pulled back. In fact, he dragged me right
off my perch, stood me up, and began to frig my cunt with
his hands. I found myself leaning on him for support, but I
had enough in me to grab his cock and go to work myself. He
didn't last long, not long at all considering I'd only just
started on him. But then, I didn't last very long myself. A
few shudders turned to gasps as I shook on the end of his
thrusting fingers, and suddenly he splattered out in an arc
across the floor and I shuddered, came, and was all ready to
keep going when he lost his drive and pulled his hand out of
me.
Out of the corner of my vision I saw a waitress coming
over with a mop. Funny that. "No fuck left in you?" I said.
"A taste... a taste will do for me," Hugo said, sitting
me down. Freaking wannabe poet. "And so I bid you..." he
started up again.
"Yeah, ok. Got it," I waived him off.
"You want a soda?" He asked.
"I'm cool," I said. It was just one of those stranger
fucks, and I figured it would get awkward if we stretched it
out. He must have had the same idea, because after that he
just slipped away. I sat and watched the dancing go on for a
bit. Kevin was up there with Melinda, and I didn't see what
had happened with Marcy and Rubin. They'd switched off and
then moved away from the stage.
I wandered away after a rest, to see if I could find
May. That was asking for more trouble, but what the fuck.
She was down in the basement, which was just like Kevin
described it, but also a little too dark to get real
details. She had a guy on both ends. One pumping her pussy
and her sucking off another. Most of the people in the room,
about ten in all, were just sitting around and chatting in
quiet tones while watching her and fondling each other.
Much as she'd pissed me off earlier over Melinda - and
we knew each other long enough to know we were mad at each
other over that - well I still loved her as my best friend.
I sat down next to her and put my hand on her belly.
"Hey you in for it too?" the guy she was sucking asked
me. I just shook my head no.
"Maybe in a bit," I said. But then I thought about the
dance floor above, the waitress who'd been getting fucked
over the table, Kevin going at it with Marcy, and the whole
place with every girl in it naked... "Yeah, what the fuck,"
I said. I put myself out on the matted floor next to May in
a way were we could look each other in the eye. Spreading my
legs and reaching down to hold my labia apart I looked over
that the guy she was still sucking and said, "better come
and get it before I change my mind."
He just nodded, pulled his dick out of her mouth, and
moved over and into me in one quick motion. Next thing I
knew, some guy who's name I didn't know, who's face I hadn't
even gotten a good look at, was pumping his dick into me in
the basement of some crazy teen club I'd never even heard of
before an hour ago.
"Aw man, A.C., now what am I gonna do with my mouth?"
May said. "Somebody come over here and stuff it in my
mouth!" she called out.
"May, sometimes you are too much," I said. A guy
detached himself from the wall, came over, unzipped his fly,
and offered up his dick for May and her mouth.
"Now that's more like it," she said, before taking him
in. She mumbled something around his dick.
"I think she's asking your name," I said. "Matter of
fact," I looked down at the guy fucking me. "I've got the
same question."
"Mario," the guy in May's mouth said.
"Doug," the guy in my pussy said. Speeding up his tempo
a bit he added, "I'm sorry, but after her I ain't gonna last
much more."
"No problem," I told him. "Just shoot it in me, I need
the fuck man." As I bounced up from him slamming into me, it
occurred to me that he never bothered to ask if I was on any
birth control. These days, I guess you could just assume a
girl was on the shot. It was just so rare not to be.
Course, nothing's perfect, not even the shot. Only May
and I knew about her abortion though. But if anyone could
lose the odds on the shot, it was her.
He started working it around, rotating his dick in me,
and rubbing my spot. "Oh yeah, keep that up," I gasped out.
May giggled on the end of the cock she was sucking, looking
over at me. She tried to mumble something, but all that did
was get the guy to start pumping his dick.
"Yeah baby, hum on it," he said. The guy in her cunt
started grunted and next thing I knew she was getting
bounced so hard and fast the guy in her mouth popped out.
"Hey man..." he said, then the other guy gave one last
grunt, a hard slam into her, and I could tell he was
shooting his load.
Getting up and walking away, he high fived another guy
who'd stood up to walk over and take his place. Except that
the guy she had been sucking beat him to the pussy, moving
around to get into her cunt.
Not long after, the guy in me pumped his own load out,
and before I'd thought to say anything, somebody replaced
him. After that I just rode the high, cumming and cumming on
the end of a series of dicks and letting May's madness take
me.
I stopped tracking them after number three. Guys
started showing up with dicks for my mouth and my cunt, and
I'm pretty sure several of them were repeat offenders to
both May and I. After another girl joined us on the floor I
saw one of the more muscle bound male waiters show up and
began wandering the basement. In the back of my mind it
registered that he was probably here to make sure all the
fun was really fun - consensual. They probably didn't stop
to think that May and I could probably do a lot of damage to
any guy tried to force us.
It was pretty obvious we were here by choice. May was
moaning out "yes, yes," over and over, and I'd just been in
a fit of odd giggles ever since my fourth cum. After a
while, I got a nice shiny and wet, but soft, black dick in
my face. Reaching up to take it in hand, I noticed it was
attached to Kevin, and he was trying to get my attention
despite the guy pumping into my pussy down below.
"Yeah," I got out between gasps.
"Hey, you guys still want to burn the clothes, we're
gonna have to hit the road soon," Kevin said.
"Party pooper..." May blurted out in a pout.
"Just let him finish off, and we'll be cleaning up," I
said, rubbing a hand over the cock pumping my pussy.
Kevin looked up to the guy fucking me, and then over to
May. "Sure," he said, then I saw him wander over to Marcy,
who I hadn't even seen come down here. She had a guy sucking
on each tit, and one sucking her cunt. The smile on her face
was one of pure joy.
A guy moved in to get his dick in my mouth, so I told
him "sorry, I'm closing up shop." He looked a little upset,
but laughed at my comment and moved over to another group of
people.
I started squeezing in my cunt, to get in as much as I
could of the guy fucking me. That only got him to speed up
and start grunting. Another minute and he pumped his load
into me and pulled out. I sat up, grabbed his cock and
licked the head, then let him go. I'm not sure if I ever
even did get a look at his face.
"Where's Melinda?" I asked Kevin after getting up and
walking over to him and Marcy. She was sitting in his lap
while he fondled her pussy in a casual sort of way.
"Rick was fucking her in the stairway last I saw," he
said. This place was just getting us all out of control. May
came over and joined us, grabbing me by the hand.
"We gotta clean up A.C., if I look half as fucked as
you..." she started.
"You look even worse," Marcy said. "You're covered in
jizz girl."
"To the showers then," she said, leading me away in a
fake military march.
"Find the others, we'll meet you guys outside," I said
as May took me through an arch by the stairs. The showers
had three heads arranged around a room with space for maybe
six people. A sign on the wall said 'No sex while others are
cleaning' but it was empty.
"Wow," May said. "I gotta come back here, often..."
"No shit," I said. "I feel good and well fucked out."
We cleaned off and made our way up and out.
Or tried. I wasn't paying attention in the stairwell
and suddenly a fist came up hit me hard in the stomach. It
was the girl who'd been with Mitch's friend Paul the other
day. Good thing she hadn't gone for my face or I would have
been in trouble. May turned around, but on a look from me
spun just in time to block another girl going for a kidney
punch. It was Belinda, one of Mitch's regulars. She looked
past me with a nod and I knew there was at least one more
rushing up the stairs from behind.
"Fight!" somebody called out from below, and suddenly I
had two girls on me. One grabbed at my hair and slammed my
head sideways against the wall. The other punched me right
in my pussy. Good thing I wasn't a guy, but it still hurt.
She made a mistake though, she was above me on the stairs,
and with that punch she'd lined herself up to get kneed. I
was going for a knee into her chin - a fight ender - but I
only got her in the chest above her tits. They were doing
good; I was going down if I took another hit in my head, and
they knew it.
In the flurry I saw Belinda swinging a butterfly knife
at May, going straight for the gut. I could see May already
had a thin line of blood on her left leg. Just before the
knife would have gone in a guy from above grabbed Belinda's
hand. "All of you, out, now!" he said. He took the knife and
added, "get out, or we can hold you all for the police to
sort out."
The big muscled guy who'd been in the basement came up
behind me and grabbed one of the girls off of me. All of us
got rushed out to the 'coat check', where we got our purses
and had to stand there glaring at each other as our bills
got read off. The girl who'd been with Ken, the one that
slammed my head into the wall, drew a line across her
throat.
"You're dead, spic," Belinda said.
I felt a little sick, dizzy from the head slam, so I
didn't say anything back. Instead I glanced at the wall of
signs again. This time I noticed 'License for house of
Prostitution' under one authorizing loud music and another
large gatherings of juveniles.
Turned out Kevin had paid for May and my sodas on his
own way out, so we got a lead on the others heading out the
door. "No fights in my lot either," said the woman who'd
been outside when we came in. She was still out there, but
her boss was gone. She didn't look so friendly this time
around, but she also didn't seem to be connecting us to
Kevin and the rest.
Kevin in fact was watching from over by his car, and at
her words he started over. I waved him short and May moved
past me. "Mitch's crew is in there somewhere," she said when
we reached him by the car.
"Three of his girls jumped us in the stairs," I said.
"How many people are in his crew anyway?" Kevin said
when we were pulling out of the lot. He had May, Melinda,
and me in his car, and everybody else had piled into Marcy's
car. I hadn't even known she had one. Marcy was dressed
again.
"I think two of those girls were new," I said. Mitch
had never had girls with his group before this week, save
for Belinda. "One of them was the girl with Paul the other
day, and the one behind me might have been at the grocery
store earlier today."
"Didn't see the guys," May said.
"Must have been on the second floor," I said. "But I
bet they saw us get marched out."
"Oh fuck! You got cut!" Melinda called out, hovering a
hand over May's leg.
"It's nothing," May said. "Just a scratch, I got
lucky." Which was true, on both counts.
Driving out of the lot I saw Belinda and the other two
girls come outside. Belinda stepped over to a figure in the
shadow of the building gesturing and maybe talking. The
figure stepped out, holding a lit cig. He took a puff and
looked at Kevin's car with a huge shit-eating grin on his
face. It was that Hugo guy.
"What the fuck?" I whispered.
Kevin took us to the corner of the block near our
homes. Melinda went her way and I went mine. "Make sure you
raid her place and get all her shirts," I told Kevin,
nodding to May who rolled her eyes.
Maybe I should tell Melinda to just bug off, I thought,
walking into the apartment. "Home early?" Pa said to me,
looking up from a pile of papers he had spread out on the
table. Diagrams and pictures, he was at it again.
"Going back out," I said. The twins weren't around. I
hit my room, looked around and thought, 'do I really want to
do this?' Fuck, why not. I needed a new wardrobe anyway. I
grabbed my biggest bag - a duffle bag I found in Pa's closet
a year ago - and filled it.
Didn't get everything, but I got enough to make the
point. Seventeen-year-old woman, the idea I could fit
everything in one bag, even poor as I was, was just silly. I
kept my coat, a skirt, and that shawl I'd just bought. Plus
a few things that just didn't fit. I didn't bother wasting
space on nylons, socks, bras, or panties. I could toss those
anytime. I checked my dildo, to see if it really was broken.
I didn't see any cracks or anything, and it worked when I
tried to turn it on. I put it on my pillow, posing it
together with teddy and his cat's eye, as if he were holding
it for me.
I looked around my room. None of the pink of Melinda's,
I'd gotten rid of all the pink fluffy unicorn bullshit after
what happened to me in that bathroom freshman year. For
about three weeks I tried vampire and blood posters, but
that made me feel even worse. Now I just kept the place
bare. A few stuffed animals, my desk, mirror, chair with
backpack in it, nightstand with clock radio and music
system, and a bed. Most people had a computer, but not us,
not even one in the living room. Pa wouldn't stand for the
chance -they- might use it to get to us. I'd stopped trying
to change his mind ever since that day I'd had to stop him
from tin foiling all the walls.
Kept the cloths I was getting ready to burn in a
dresser in the closet. That was almost empty now. It almost
looked like I was making a run for it. There was a time I
thought I would, but I had reason to know why that wouldn't
do me any good. Family history told me better.
"Where'd the twins go?" I asked on the way out.
"Do you know a girl named 'Kitten'?" Pa said.
"Yeah, kinda," I said. I looked over the table. He had
three copies of the Constitution, two newspapers, something
in Latin with geometry all over it, and a cup of coffee.
He'd put tin foil on the back of one of the Constitutions.
On a piece of paper next to it he seemed to have been making
notes about how the three copies might be different. I knew
the tin foil one, he'd had that one for years.
"Did you know that new equal rights amendment has some
interesting exceptions?" He said. "Different but equal
clause."
"Huh, that don't make any sense," I said.
"It's the Gnomes," he said.
"The what?" I said, before remembering I wasn't
supposed to go along with this shit. "You take your pills
today?" I could have sworn he'd taken them in the morning.
"Every time I apply numerology to the Constitution I
get a different result," He said.
"Pa, why don't you go to bed, ok?" I said. Sometimes he
got a little odd, but he'd never been deluded before. How
the fuck would I keep Samantha from seeing this if it cost
him his job? "Here, take these," I said, giving him a second
set of the first pills - the ones for his mind and not the
AIDS.
"Going out?" He asked, taking the pills.
"I'm making a run for it, yeah," I said. "What's up
with Kitten?"
"Twins said they had to go talk to her," he said. He
looked at the clock and added, "Left around six."
So they must have gotten some sense into them, that, or
they were looking to cause even more trouble with that girl.
"Later Pa," I said.
"Coming home tonight?" He looked at my bag.
"Think so," I said.
I met Kevin on the corner. Melinda was busy stuffing
two trash bags into his trunk. "May?" I asked. She was
sitting in the front seat.
"All she had filled her backpack," Kevin said. "Just
five shirts."
"Yeah, guess that figures. She didn't hold out any on
you?" I asked.
May looked out the window with a smile on her face.
"She tried," Kevin said. "But I found a stash of two shirts
under her bed."
"I got a little more at home, but its just underwear,"
I said. I tossed my bag in next to Melinda's and three boxes
of men's stuff. Must be Kevin's.
"Marcy and the others are meeting us in the park
outside of town," Kevin said. On the edge was more like it,
some place dedicated to a Civil War rich guy nobody knew
from shit. Hilly, and we'd figured a long time back we could
get away with fires away from the main road in there.
Marcy passed a joint around while the guys went and got
firewood. She'd just finished telling us that Fatima had had
to go home. They'd rescheduled dinner for Sunday. "You guys
really gonna do this?" she said.
"Hey I already did," May said.
"Not your shirts though," Melinda said, picking through
her bag. "I guess so, why not?"
"Well, fuck, that's your fashion girl," Marcy said. "I
couldn't give up my look just on a whim."
"Bout time to update my threads anyway," I said. "My
shit is so year before last anyway."
"Man, I just bought this last month," Melinda said,
holding up a pink blouse. She stared at it for a moment, and
then tossed it over to the unlit firepit.
"You guys are, like, totally crazy," Marcy said. "I
mean, naked now and then is one thing. But you'll be stuck
with it if you do this."
"It's kind of refreshing," I said. "Like Kevin was
saying, nobody can ignore you when it's all out there."
"You get to see what they think of you right away," May
said.
"You mean, you get to see what they think of you
sexually," Marcy said.
"Same thing," May said. For May, there wasn't anything
to life but fucking.
"I just think its fun," Melinda said. She gave me a
huge smile. I guess she figured if she did this, she'd
really be one of us.
"I don't know, Melinda, you sure you want to do this?"
I said. May gave me a look and rolled her eyes.
"Its her choice A.C.," May said. Marcy looked at me,
and then Melinda. She shook her head and turned to look out
into the woods of the park.
"I think I hear the guys," Marcy said. Sure enough Rick
and Rubin came walking up with a bundle of sticks each.
Kevin had a box of matches and a can of lighter fuel.
"Picked it up after May got her cloths," Kevin said.
"You should have seen the guy in the stop and rob," May
said. "Looked scared shitless at Kevin, but kept drooling at
my pussy anyway."
"Like I had a place to stash a gun," Kevin said. He put
the fuel down and dumped one of his boxes into the pit. All
jeans.
"That all?" Melinda said. "Guys don't own much
cloths..."
"All my pants," Kevin said.
May grabbed Kevin's dick and said, "good, this thing's
out for the wind for good now."
"Hey ease off girl, I still got stuff to unload," Kevin
said.
"Yeah, you could unload this," May said - giving his
dick a few wanks. Melinda laughed and I rolled my eyes.
Marcy was checking out Rubin's cock, as he still had the
crotchless pants on. Rick piled in the wood.
"We gonna need some twigs to start it?" Rick said.
"Naw, the cloths should do the same thing," Rubin said.
So we lit the fire, Kevin brought out music, and we
danced around throwing in pieces of clothing one at a time.
After a few tosses Melinda started putting her cloths on
Kevin and calling out "Strip! Strip!" Kevin would dance
around for a second in a blouse or skirt, and then strip it
off like some strange twist on a showgirl. After that May
started dressing Melinda up in Kevin's shirts. His pants had
been at the bottom of the fire, gone from the start.
She was a lot sexier stripping off than Kevin. He was
just silly. Unfortunately she caught me watching and tried
to come over with those kisses of hers.
"Not now," I said. I knew that if her lips hit mine,
I'd be done for. I'd set myself to something, and I wasn't
gonna let her stop me. I was gonna end this lezzie shit. I
was gonna do what I should have done before we started the
fire. Fuck, I should have done it this morning.
"Why not?" Melinda asked me, puckering up her lips.
"You know you want me."
"I'm not some fucking lezzie," I said. Kevin stopped
dancing.
May gave me a nasty look. "Don't say shit like that,"
May said.
"Why the fuck not?" I said.
"What?" Melinda said. Marcy grabbed Rick and Rubin and
pulled them away, whispering something.
"Look, it was fun ok? But I'm not a dyke," I said.
"This shit needs to stop."
"A.C...." Melinda grabbed for my shoulder, but I
shrugged her off.
"A.C. this isn't the time for your shit," May said.
Kevin took Melinda in against his shoulder and said,
"what's going on with you?"
"What do you mean?" I said. "I just need to get this
shit straight."
"You've been acting 'off' all day," Kevin said.
"I just need to get this lezzie shit to stop," I said.
"Ok, I fucking experimented. Fine, fucking fine. But I ain't
no lezzie," I said.
"But," Melinda started.
"There's no fucking but," I said.
"Man A.C., you're fucked up," May said.
"I thought you loved me," Melinda said. I could see a
tear forming. I wanted to run over and wipe it away. I
wanted to hug her.
"Fuck no," I said. "I was just playing you girl. It's
your shit, and I was just going along for kicks."
Melinda started to cry, Kevin held her and I tried to
turn away. "A.C. you need to..." May started.
"Need to what?" I said. "I don't need shit. I'm not a
lezzie, I'm not like her!"
Rick came back over, looking between us. "You ok?" he
said in a low voice to Melinda.
"Don't go talking to that lezzie bitch," I said. What
the fuck was I doing? I wanted to run over and hug her, but
I knew I had to stand my ground.
"Man A.C., don't you get it?" Kevin said. "Nobody gives
a shit about that stuff. It doesn't matter for girls. You're
not like guys."
"Yeah, people expect girls to be bi," May said.
"Well I'm not like..." I was about to say 'my father',
but I cut it off.
"Yeah, I think it's hot to see girls getting it on,"
Rick said.
"Shut up man," Kevin said. "That isn't helping." Rick
shrugged.
"You think it's hot for me to be your lezzie peep
show?" I said. "Well fuck that!"
"Fuck A.C., its so obvious you like her, why the fuck
are doing this?" May said.
"Everybody can see it when she..." Kevin started.
"Everybody? So everybody thinks I'm some kind of dyke?"
I yelled. "Fuck them, fuck em all. Anybody calls me a dyke
bitch and they're dead!"
Melinda jumped up, crying out "But, but I love you! Why
won't you love me? Why... are you throwing me off?" she
tried to rush into me but I backhanded her sending her
sprawling into the dirt next to the fire.
"Lezzie bitch, get off me!" I said. I had to say it. I
had to stop all of this. "She's out." I said.
"A.C., don't do that," Rick said.
"Out!" I said.
"No quiero vivir sin ti!" Melinda called out in tears.
Bitch was trying to play me through Spanish.
We all had a rule, something we'd set down way back
when it was just Kevin, May, and me. Whoever brought
somebody in could push them out, if they did it before that
person was all the way in - before they'd blooded with us.
If I didn't throw her out now, next time we met up with
Mitch and his crew Melinda was likely to toss it up with us,
and then I'd be stuck with her.
"A.C." May said. "We're not kids anymore, that shit is
so..."
"Just get her the fuck out of my sight!" I said. I
turned away.
"Come on," Marcy said in a low voice behind me. "I'll
take you home."
"Let her fucking walk," I said.
"She can't walk home from here," Marcy said. "We're
what? Ten miles from your place."
"I'm going to," Rubin said. "No fun here anymore."
"A.C., that was fucked up," Rick said. I heard him
walking away with the others. I sat on a log and looked out,
away from everyone. My stomach felt tight as a rock, and I
was trying hard not to cry. I had to do it, didn't I?
Several minutes later when I turned around again only
Kevin and May remained. Kevin was putting out the fire, and
May was gathering up the few cloths we hadn't burned yet.
Neither of them looked at me.
"I had to..." I started.
"Shut up A.C." May said. "I can't believe you did
that."
Kevin just shook his head and didn't say a word. He
poured water over the ashes and stood up with his hands on
his hips.
"Right, this is all of it," May said, holding up a
single box. I knew some of that clothing was Melinda's. May
wasn't going to cut her out cold, but at that moment, I'd
lost the resolve to push it. I figured she'd just give
Melinda back her cloths and then cut her out.
"Come on," May said, looking at me. She and Kevin
started walking for his car. I got up and followed.
We drove home in silence. Kevin dropped me at the
corner intersection again. They both looked tense, and they
both kept checking me in the mirror for the entire ride.
Walking up to my apartment I could see someone sitting on
the doorstep. Not her, I thought. Please, don't be her. I
wouldn't be able to stop myself if it was her.
It wasn't though, it was Rick.
"A.C., how could you..." he started.
"Quiet," I said. I grabbed him, fished for my keys in
my purse and opened the door. I knew what I needed; I needed
to prove I wasn't a lezzie. Even after the orgy in the club,
Melinda has shaken me up. I grabbed him and dragged him into
my bedroom. The lights were all off and I didn't give a fuck
if anyone was home.
I pushed Rick down on the bed. "A.C., we need to talk,"
he said.
"Just shut up," I said. I straddled him and pulled off
his shirt after putting his hand on my cunt. "Play with it,"
I said.
"A.C., stop this," he said. But his fingers found my
clit anyway, and began to tug on it. "This isn't helping,"
he said.
"Just shut up and fuck," I said. "I'm not a lezzie..."
"I know," Rick said. "But A.C...." I pulled down his
pants.
"Rick, I need this," I said.
"You really hurt her," he said in reply as I straddled
his cock.
"I had to," I said. "People can't..." I lowered myself
onto him, and started to grind my hips into his.
"Yeah but..." he started.
"Take my tits," I said, putting his hands on them. I
began to ride Rick, pumping myself up and down on his dick.
No foreplay, no buildup. I needed to cum and I needed a guy
to cum in me.
I rode him hard and fast. No slow, casual, loving build
up. This was a cheap fuck, and that was all it was. "You
need to stop," Rick said.
"No I don't," I said.
"I'm telling you," he said. "This isn't right."
"The fuck, or her?" I said.
Rick paused. I felt his hips buck back up into me. "I
don't know, A.C.. I just don't fucking know. I don't get
you."
"Well, you're getting me now," I said. I pulled out.
"Unless I should stop?"
He flipped me over onto my back and slammed his dick
into me. "Fuck if I'm gonna pass up a fuck," he said.
"Shut up and fuck me," I said. He did. He slammed into
me, harder and harder, grunting all the way. I finally got
what I needed, I started to moan, started to cry out my
moment. "Oh! That's it, that's what I need..." I called out,
cumming hard on the end of Rick's cock.
Moments later he shot his load into me. I held him down
until I felt the last of it go. He'd tried to pull out and
spray my stomach, but I wanted it all in me. I needed 'man'
in me.
When it was over, I could feel a crash coming on. I was
pissed, not at Rick, but at, fuck... I don't know... I
pushed him off me. "Can you go?" I said.
"Man A.C., you are cold," Rick said.
"I need to be alone," I said.
Rick started putting his pants on. "You did her wrong,
you know," he said.
"We've got a system," I said. "It's over."
"I'm just saying..." Rick started.
"Just go Rick," I said. "I'll call you in the morning.
I really need to be alone right now." I needed him out of my
room, out of my apartment. I needed him gone, before I
started to cry.
"Fine," Rick said, and he was gone. I didn't bother to
walk him out. I heard him shut the front door on his way.
I felt like shit. I crawled up into a ball on the floor
of my room and cried. I almost never cried. I had to be rid
of her, didn't I? I mean, I could go around letting people
think I was a dyke. I couldn't be one.
But it hurt so much to do it. I've been rough with
plenty of people before. I've even had to cut a few. You
shrug, do what you need to do, and move on. No problem. No
fucking problem at all. Someone gets in your way, you take
them down. Melinda was in the way. She was a bump in the way
things were supposed to be. She didn't belong in my story,
she didn't belong in my life.
So why was I crying? Why did I nearly, no, actually,
jump Rick's bones? I needed something to calm myself, so I
went for a shower. Getting in, I turned on the radio and
lets the water run over me. Over the shower noise I heard
the DJ announce a call in request.
The singers were the same as that song Melinda had said
was her favorite. The song seemed to be one woman to
another, her lover or her rival. Something about one of them
lonely and crying, waiting for the other to call, wishing
she'd never left.
One of us is lonely
One of us is only
Waiting for a call
Sorry for herself, feeling stupid feeling small
Wishing she had never left at all
Not what I needed to hear. I slumped down in the
shower, thinking of her. What the fuck did I do? I felt so
stupid. I turned off the water and stepped out.
In the kitchen I looked to see if I could snatch up a
beer. Sitting down at the table, beer in hand, I wiped away
my tears and tried to figure my shit out. "Fuck," I said. Of
all the people I've been with, it's never been a problem
pushing them off. I've never had a second thought before.
Fuck em and leave em, who cares.
Who cared? I did, this time. My stomach was tighter as
a rock, and fucking Rick had only made it worse. Melinda was
right, I did love her. I don't know how or why, but I could
feel it. And I'd hurt her in the worst way possible. I'd not
only spurned her, I'd done it for what she was, what I knew
her own parents were blaming her over. I'd denied her, her
own dignity, all because I couldn't handle being in love
with her.
Fuck... I threw my beer across the room. It smashed
into the counter near the knives, and that just put the
wrong idea into my head. I walked over, grabbed the biggest
knife I could, and sat back down, rolling it around in my
hand. Who the fuck did I think I was anyway? How could I do
something like that to someone who'd done nothing more than
care for me. Someone whose only sin was to fall in love. I
felt like shit, I was shit.
I took the knife into my left hand, and gave my right
wrist a good long look. It wasn't that I felt sorry for
myself, but I figured maybe I deserved it. I ran the blade
over my wrist, getting ready, drawing just the faintest bead
of blood.
"Fucking eh..." Manuel said from the entryway between
the kitchen and living room. I looked up, accidentally
poking my arm with the knife.
"Ow!" I said. "What the fuck are you doing? Get lost
perv." I glared at him.
Manuel turned and walked away, saying "long as I get
your room, bitch."
"What's with her?" I could hear Rosa say from in their
room.
"Nothing," He said. "She's just copping her usual
shit."
Rosa passed by, heading for the front door. "She still
naked?" she said.
"Yeah, what a slut," Manuel said, shutting the front
door as they stepped outside. Where were they going?
But the moment was gone, I looked at the knife in my
hand and put it down. Yeah, just what the fuck was I
thinking anyway? I went for the phone, calling Melinda's
number.
Nobody picked up, and the answering machine never
answered. What to do... I got up and took a walk. It was
somewhere between two and three in the morning but I went
over to Melinda's place anyway. I needed to tell her how
wrong I had been. The lights were out.
I tried the bell anyway, and no one answered. I fell to
my knees in front of her house. I was not sure, for the
first time in years, of what to do with myself.
After about ten minutes I saw a police cruiser slowly
making its way onto the cul-de-sac. Someone must have seen
me sitting there. I hopped a fence and made my way home
through a series of backyards. Lying in my bed, hating
myself and not knowing what to do, I eventually fell into
sleep.
In the morning I stepped out of my room to find Rick
sitting at the couch. The door to the twin's room was open,
Pa's was shut.
"How'd you get in?" I asked.
"Door was wide open," he said. "You don't look so
good."
"I don't feel so good," I said.
He was flipping that video game around in his hands,
the one about the naked girl in a magical land. I felt like
her counterpart that morning - a naked girl in a curse of
her own making. "Put that away," I said.
"Any good?" He asked, staring at my clit ring.
"Fuck if I know, but the twins like it," I said. "You
see my Pa around?" I moved into the kitchen. The knife was
still there on the table, with a slight hint of dried blood
where I'd drawn my bead and on the tip where I'd poked
myself. I put it in the sink, and stood over it for a minute
thinking. There was a fine red line on my wrist - too small
to scar. I had to figure out how to fix all of this.
"Haven't seen anybody but you," he said. "But I only
just got here myself."
I let my cool down last night; I needed to stick to it.
I'd get over her. That was the smart thing to do. Just move
on, let it go. She was just another bitch. That's what we
called them, just another tool. I'd done this shit to guys
before, and the guys themselves did it to other girls all
the time. Fuck, just Friday there was that girl at Albatross
Kevin had tossed out. Just another bitch.
"What are you going to do?" I heard Rick call from the
arch between the living room and kitchen.
"Huh?" I said.
"You know what I'm talking about," he said.
"Rick, just because you don't get much pussy, don't
think you know something I don't," I said. It was mean, but
I didn't want this shit anymore. The only person who got
around less than Rick was Marcy. Well, maybe Fatima, but she
was a special case.
"I got your pussy," he said. He put his hand on my ass,
low, where he could almost slip a finger up underneath into
my cunt.
I shrugged him off. "Not now," I said. Rick seemed to
like goosing girls. It reminded me of Friday.
"Yeah, well, I know you A.C., and I know what's right,"
Rick said. "What you did to her wasn't."
"You're just saying that cause of what you feel for
Marcy," I said.
"Huh?" He said.
"Rick, everybody knows you and Marcy both have a thing
for each other," I said. "Just where did you two go
yesterday anyway?"
"It wasn't a date," he said.
"Yeah..." I said. "Did you fuck her? Was it good?"
I turned to look, and his expression told me
everything. It was good. "A.C...." he started.
"What? You fucked me, that was good wasn't it?" I said,
running my hand down into my crotch and fingering myself for
emphasis. "And we're just friends. But I know you like her."
I came up and pulled him to a chair, put my foot on his
leg and got my cunt right in his face. "You want this? You
want to just get my pussy, or maybe May's, whenever we're
around and in the mood for an odd fuck?" I said. "Or you
want something more?"
"Ok, you're changing the subject," he said. "I could
say the same thing about you and her."
"I ain't no lezzie though," I said. "You gonna go off
fucking Kevin?"
"That's not the same thing," he said.
"Why not?" I stepped down and poured out two bowls of
cereal. We ate in silence. He sat in the chair and I sat on
the table facing him with my legs over the side and his bowl
resting an inch from my pussy. When he was just about done I
asked, "so where is she?"
"Oh she's probably out right now," he said. His look
said he knew where, but that it'd take a little work to get
the details. Instead of going further, he ran his milky
spoon up my slit and cupped my clit with it, clinking
against the ring.
"Hey..." I said. He grinned, slid the spoon down, and
gently pushed it into me. Slow enough that the odd shape
didn't get too uncomfortable. "That doesn't go there."
"What does?" he said back. "This?" he popped the spoon
out and replaced it with two fingers.
"Close," I said. "But you can do better than that."
He put his bowl aside and started to replace his
fingers with a bit of tongue action but then paused and
looked up.
"What? I gotta shower first don't I?" I said.
He shrugged and said, "what the fuck," before pulling
me to the edge and diving in.
"Oh yeah, closer," I said. Fuck, I was using him and I
think we both knew it. Sometimes when you dump somebody the
best thing to do is to go and get good and well fucked. Some
people might tell you that was bullshit, that you were just
propping yourself up on a new person to avoid the crash of
the old. So what if they were right, the shit still worked.
"Yeah that's it, right in there... watch the clit."
Rick mumbled something. "Don't stop to talk, keep
going," I said. His hands ran up and down my thighs as his
tongue pushed my labia apart and made soft gestures along
the inside of my vagina. He was building me up, taking my
mind off my troubles. He started to knead my ass as his
tongue darted across my clit ring and then down along the
left of my mound, poking in and coming back up along the
right.
I grabbed his hair and held him in there as I began to
grind into his face. "This shit never gets old," he said,
before obeying my grasp and going to town on my pussy once
more.
"Ah, ah..." I came then, and reached down to pull him
up. His hands went to his jeans, making to undo the belt. I
went for the zipper, then reached in to take what I wanted.
"Hey I gotta," he started.
"Just fuck me with it," I said, pulling out his dick
and rubbing it along my slit.
"Easier with my pants... shit girl," I'd managed to
line him up and tug him in with a quick ass grab.
"Fuck," I said. He started to pump into me.
"Marcy's gonna..." he started up, slowly pumping his
cock into me.
"Fuck Marcy," I said.
"Yeah," he said. "That's the problem." He reached up to
grab my tits.
"Its me Rick, she won't care if you fuck me," I said as
I wrapped my legs around him in encouragement.
"Well, its not like you're May," he said, implying May
was fair game for anyone.
Much as it pissed me off, he was probably right. "Don't
say that about her," I said. I pushed him halfway out and
held him there to make my point, not wanting to argue enough
to end the fuck.
He just kept pounding into me in silence, grunting
occasionally. I started panting as he picked up his tempo.
When he reached down to rub my clit my pants became moans.
He was going to get me to cum again before he did. Fucker
must have jacked off before coming in.
I glanced up at a noise and say my Pa walking in the
living room past the archway to the kitchen. He glanced up
and caught my eye, clearly seeing his daughter, me, getting
fucked on the dining table by one of her friends. "Don't
make a mess," he said.
What the fuck? Aren't dads supposed to go ape shit over
something like this? "Yeah, wouldn't want Rick's jism in
your coffee I guess," I said.
Rick looked up startled, noticing my father for the
first time he pulled out and started zipping up.
"Twins around?" Pa asked.
"Hey!" I said to Rick, grabbing his wrist. "I wasn't
done." I looked up to Pa, "no idea. Saw them last night but
that was it."
"Uh..." Rick said. Pa walked past him to the coffee
machine. I got down off the table.
"Fuck," I said. "Where's my vibrator?"
"Don't swear Alandra," Pa said.
"Fine," I said. "I can fuck Rick on the table, sure.
But I can't say it?"
Pa rolled his eyes and said, "young people these
days..."
"Don't forget your pills, Pa," I said. He took them
down from the counter and lined them up. "Rick, make sure he
takes a set from each box..." I glanced at Rick.
"Yeah... sure, A.C...." Rick started.
"Sit down boy, have a cup or something," I said.
"Black or cream?" Pa said to Rick.
"Same as always man," Rick said to him. Rick always
took it black with sugar. Yuck...
"I'm gonna shower, be out in a sec," I said. "Maybe
that dildo's waterproof..."
It was. And I got my 'relief' out of the way, even
though I'd mostly cooled off before I'd even gotten off the
table. I came out wet, walked past Rick and poured a cup of
coffee. Mostly I wanted to see what reaction I'd get, but it
got cold fast and I went back to towel off. No clothes.
Figure that, I'd burned em all. "Still naked?" Pa said,
looking me over.
"I threw out my cloths," I said. "Well most of em, I'll
get the panties later."
"Why?" Pa asked. Rick's glanced lingered on my cunt and
clit ring.
I shrugged. "I dunno. Seemed like a good idea."
"We should go get Marcy," Rick said.
"Yeah..." I said. "Let me get some shit before we go."
Rick followed me into my bedroom while I dug out a nice sash
and clipped on my dildo, with the cartoon pussycat from
Teddy attached to the handle.
"Didn't you get that for your clit?" Rick asked.
"Yeah, why don't you try walking around with this thing
banging against your clit all day," I said. Not that he had
one, but while it tickled for a little bit, it got annoying
real fast. It wasn't like just having the piercing. I tied a
small purse to the other side of my sash.
"No shoes?" Rick said.
"Naw, I prefer barefoot," I said. Course, in a couple
hours walking on concrete I might regret that. But I'd been
doing it all week...
"You got pretty feet anyway," he said. But his hands
were running over my naked hips.
We took off walking, not bothering to stop and look for
May, although Rick did glance towards her block before I
dragged him off. "Later," I said.
I kept having to slow up then catch up. For some reason
Rick kept falling behind me. Maybe he was going for my
behind... He did seem to like goosing me. "You an ass man or
something?" I finally said.
Rick blushed, coming up short. "Sorry," he said.
"View's just too good from back here."
"No problem," I said. "Look all you want - touch if you
feel the need." Figured after all the sex we'd been up to
since last night, I might as well let him keep at it, for
now.
It wasn't twenty steps till I felt his hand on my ass.
I slowed a little, and he must have taken that for some kind
of signal as he guided me from behind up against a concrete
telephone pole. Well, I was facing the pole, a little bent
over, with my hands on it to hold me up. He just started
finger fucking me right there in the street.
"Oh, yeah..." I moaned out to him, wiggling my rear in
encouragement. He tried for a finger at my ass, so I added,
"hey, none of that boy. Switch hands."
"Aw A.C., you're..." Rick started, and then paused. I
felt him switching hands and pumping two fingers into my
cunt.
"Yeah, that's more like it," I said. I started trying
to hump back on his hand, but it didn't work too well in
this position and he tried to hold my butt down with his
other hand.
So instead of letting me hump his hand,