I spent a big chunk of the day with a girl that, three days ago, I didn’t like. And I protected her. And she gave me a handjob. And-and this was the really strange part-I was looking forward to seeing her again. And not because of the handjob, either. Because of how she looked at me while she was giving me the handjob.
But, yeah, I had my mother’s warning ringing in my head, too.
I got up, showered, got dressed, went downstairs. Mom was already there.
"Bacon and eggs?" she asked.
"Sounds great," I grinned. I was just finishing it up when there was a knock at the door.
"Hi, Missy, he’s almost ready," I heard Mom say. She led Missy into the kitchen.
"I keep interrupting your breakfast," she giggled.
"I’m done," I grinned.
"Are you hungry?" Mom asked her.
"No thank you, I ate at home today," she said.
"Are you OK?" I asked her. She didn’t look particularly good.
"Yeah," she said. "Just another blowout with my parents last night, and they were cold as ice to me today. Their big secret is out in the open. I told them last night that I knew about their affairs."
"Oh," I said.
"Anyhow, they’re all pissed off now. But can’t say much to me, because they’ve been caught. Anyway. You ready to go?"
"Yup." We got in her car and drove to school in companionable silence.
We got out of the car and started walking to the undressing area. We were early.
"How’s your face?" she asked.
"A lot better. How about you?"
"Fine, actually. Pain is gone, completely," she smiled.
"Even down there?"
She laughed, "Yes, David, even down there."
"Good." That’s when the idea went through me. And, yeah, I knew I was going to get in deeper if I did it. I didn’t think I much cared anymore.
We got to the entrance. There was a wall there. She was standing up against the wall, and I abruptly reached up her skirt-thank goodness she wore a skirt, made things much easier-and pulled her panties down to about her knees. Then, before she could say a word, I grabbed her by the waist, and lifted her so she was sitting on the wall. Then I took the panties all the way off.
"DAVID!" she gasped. "What are you doing?"
"This," I smiled, and trailed my hand up her thigh. She looked at me in utter shock-but her legs opened. I trailed my hand slowly up her thigh. Then, reaching paydirt, I traced my finger up and down her pussy. She gasped, still looking in shock-but her legs spread wider.
"It doesn’t hurt?" I asked quietly.
"Oh, God no, it’s…I mean…oh GOD!" Then I went up and hit her clit. ‘Oh DAVID!"
She was sitting on the wall, and I was standing in front of her-suddenly, her hands went on my shoulders, and she held on to me as I diddled her pussy. I could feel her upper body vibrate through her arms as she moaned and gasped.
Then, it hit her. I could feel her fingernails digging into my shoulders as she let out a high-pitched wail. I withdrew my hand-and she wrapped me in a bear hug.
"Thank you," she gasped.
"You’re welcome," I said. "It was my pleasure."
She hugged me again, and then said, "Oh-oh."
"What?"
"I think we had an audience."
I turned around, and there stood Frankie and Cassie. To my relief, they were grinning.
"Nice show," Cassie said. "Unexpected, but nice."
"He was just paying me back," Missy said. She explained what had happened yesterday.
"But you were paying him back for helping you. Now he played with you. You guys could extend this payback thing right through senior year," Cassie giggled. We all laughed, but I noticed the happy little look Missy gave at that thought.
I was right. I had just gotten myself in deeper. How did I feel about that? I don’t know.
"I must admit," Frankie said, "this is almost the most surprising thing I’ve stumbled into this week."
Cassie broke out laughing. "Almost?" Missy asked.
"Yeah," Frankie grinned. "When you hung around with Cass, did you ever meet my sister Rosa?"
"Sure," Missy said.
"Well, Mom and the younger ones were out yesterday afternoon. I was supposed to be, but baseball practice got cancelled. So Rosa thought she’d be home alone. Well, she invited Amber Woodard over-Amber is Lily’s sister, she’s in Rosa’s class." Missy nodded. "Well, I came home unexpectedly early, and found Amber and Rosa on the couch in a 69."
"WHAT!" Missy burst out. "You’re kidding. Rosa’s, what, twelve?"
"Yeah, and Amber’s not even 12 yet," Frankie giggled. "They’re precocious."
"I’m a little surprised though," Missy said, "because I’ve heard Rosa-and Cassie’s sister, Tanya-giggle about boys a thousand times."
"Oh, Rosa likes boys," Frankie said. "Amber does, too. But the way Amber put it to me was, ‘Neither of us have a boyfriend, boys our age are all clueless right now, so why not have some fun?’"
"The biggest problem was that they invited Tanya to join in," Cassie said, "and Tan wasn’t interested. ‘Sex with girls? Yuck!’ was what she told me. But Tan and Rosa have been best friends for so long, I hope this doesn’t affect them."
"Frankie," Missy asked, "what did they do when you walked in?"
"Oh, I stood there for a good five minutes watching the show," he laughed. "Then I just walked past them, heading for the kitchen, and said, ‘Afternoon, girls.’ They freaked! Rosa was afraid I was going to tell Mama. I wouldn’t. I just wanted to talk to them to see what was up. They’re just experimenting, that’s all."
The conversation quieted down for a minute, then Missy said, "Cassie? I’m sorry. For last week. I’m so sorry I can’t tell you."
Good for her.
"Apology accepted," Cassie smiled. She hopped up on the wall next to Missy. "Do you mind if I ask why?"
"A lot of reasons. Jealousy. Hatred of the program. Petty bullshit."
"Did you really think my scars were gross?" Cassie asked.
"Yeah, I did," Missy admitted. "Now, it just doesn’t seem important." She looked at Cassie, who was wearing one of her new belly shirts, scars showing and all. "Look, Cass, it really wasn’t you. Yes, I thought it was gross. And it also pissed me off that, even with all those scars, you naked was still a lot less gross than me naked."
Cassie looked shocked. "I know that you’re self-conscious about your body…"
"Self-conscious?" Missy snorted. "Try self-loathing. I hate my body. Well, I used to. I’m not sure if I do anymore. But, yeah, last week, I hated my body with a passion. That’s where a lot of the jealousy comes in. You had issues, but you obviously didn’t hate your body."
"There was one other thing," Missy said. "I was hurt." Cassie looked at her. "We’re supposed to be best friends. Not only did I not know about the scars, I didn’t even know you’d been in a serious accident. You’d never told me. That hurt."
"You know what?" Cassie said. "You’re right. That was wrong of me. I should’ve trusted you with it long ago." She looked at Missy. "The pictures and stuff. That was Laura’s idea, wasn’t it?"
"No way," Missy said, "I am not playing pass the buck. We were both in on it." I very much admired her for answering that question that way.
"It was Laura’s idea, wasn’t it?" Cassie persisted.
"Yes," Missy admitted.
"I thought so." She turned to me. "She allows herself to be manipulated. It comes from being manipulated by her parents. She’s a bitch to most people-but people that she wants to be close to-parents, close friends-she allows them to manipulate her. Laura took advantage of it quite a bit, but if I told you I never took advantage of it, I’d be lying."
"You would’ve been proud of me last night," Missy said. "Dad was being his usual pompous hypocritical self-and I finally threw his affairs back in his face."
"You’re kidding!" Cassie gasped. "Good for you."