"I take the pill," Wendy said, holding up a pink circular case in one hand. "Or some of the guys use rubbers… you know, kind of like sausage skins."
The mention of sausage sent both girls off into fit of nervous giggling.
"Anyway, it doesn't matter. 'Cause getting fucked is the best feeling in the whole world."
Wendy's eyes glazed over as her mind drifted back to some incident.
Janet stared at her cousin, frowning disapprovingly. And yet, how she envied her! Lately she had felt hot… sexually hot. She had wondered about what she was going to do. She knew some guys, but not all that well. Besides, she had the reputation at school of being a little Miss Prim. The guys didn't kid her about it too much. But the name held and they kept their distance. Wouldn't they be suspicious if she suddenly came on strong? And then, wouldn't her reputation take on another tone, one that would surely reach her mother's ears? She didn't want to risk scandal. Still she wished there were some way, some way she could find out what getting fucked was all about without running the risk of discovery.
The answer came in a relatively short period of time. Both she and Wendy had been sitting around at a taco stand one day when a couple of guys came up to them. Janet felt strangely attracted to one of them, a tall dark-haired guy of about nineteen. She wondered if they were members of a gang or something. And then there was the way he looked at her, those dark brown eyes filled with excitement, lust for her body. Wendy had whispered things to her, awful things. Could she do something like this with a complete stranger?
"Sure, it's the best way," Wendy giggled, wiping her fingers of the taco sauce. The two young men were at the stand ordering food.
"But…" Shari flashed her cousin a worried look, turning and studying the two studs at the counter. She was dying of curiosity. What was it like to have a man on top of her, a man doing… things to her? Dirty jokes, sniggering conversations in bathrooms and illustrated sex education books just weren't enough for her. She wanted to know firsthand. But of course the dilemma was how to find out all these things without arousing scandal or suspicion.
"These guys are okay. They're a little creepy-looking, maybe, but that's probably the way all guys out here in L.A. are, right?"
Shari had to agree on that one. She flashed another look at the young men. They were just getting their order and paying off the girl behind the counter.
"But where?" Shari asked, feeling her heart stop. She realized she had already made a commitment. Staring into her cousin's eyes, she saw Wendy realized it too. The girls giggled again, straightening up and trying to act more mature as the two guys came back.
There was more small talk, the one named Jack sitting next to Shari while his friend Greig snuggled up to Wendy. Shari felt her face burning with guilt and shame. Several times she had felt Jack's leg brush up against her bare thigh. Was it an accident? She doubted it. He didn't say anything much, talking about the weather, about cars, about getting out of high school and how good it felt just to bum around. Shari didn't approve of these guys neither of them would have particularly turned her on as far as being prospects for being boyfriends. But the thought of using Jack as an experiment, of having him touch her in all those secret places, of fucking her, excited Shari to no end. Her nipples stiffened as they rubbed against the smooth material of her halter. Her fuzz-covered cunt was growing hot and wet, dampening the tight-fitting bikini bottoms that Jack had a hard time keeping his eyes off of.
Shari finished her Coke, stirring the straw listlessly over the small chips of ice at the bottom of her cup, wondering when someone would make a move about going on a date. She looked up from her cup at Wendy for guidance.
"Hey, you guys. I've got an idea."
Shari sighed. Good old Wendy. She'd figured out something, some way to make the whole thing sound respectable… her cousin mentioned something about a free rock concert being given the next day near Griffith Park. It might be fun to go, but she and Shari didn't want to travel that distance by themselves, not with all the creeps hanging around. It didn't take long for both Jack and Greig to pick up on Wendy's wavelength. In a few minutes they had made a date with the girls.
The whole next day Shari could hardly wait. She looked at the clock, wondering why the second-hand took so long to sweep over the face. Her heart pounded wildly at the thought of going out with those guys. She and Wendy had concocted a story to fool her mother, something about going to see some dumb movie over at the shopping center. There was a double feature, and they hinted they might stay for the second movie even though Janet disapproved. That would give them more than enough time.
As it grew darker, Shari felt her flesh turning hot and moist. They were going to meet the guys at the shopping center near that taco stand. Leaving home, Shari felt as if she were leaving behind a kind of life she would never know again.
"Hey, don't worry about it. I was the same way my first time," Wendy said, hugging her cousin comfortingly as they walked toward the brightly lit plaza.
"You make it sound like I'm getting a root canal or something," Shari whispered, feeling her throat become as dry as cotton. Her chest tightened horribly, her knees growing weaker and weaker as they climbed onto the concrete apron in front of the taco stand.
Jack and Greig were already there, sitting on the hood of a black '69 Mustang. The ass-end was pitched high in the air, and there were gaudy amounts of chrome shining brightly under the neon.
"Hi!" Wendy said, putting on her best coy look. After some small talk, they climbed into the car, Wendy sliding into the front with Greig while Shari scooted over to the far side, Jack staying a comfortable distance away from her. He seemed to sense her nervousness. Shari sighed with relief, resting against the far side of the vehicle as they roared out of the parking lot and headed toward the park.
"Let's forget about the concert," Wendy said with a giggle.
Shari felt her cheeks flush beet red. Her heart was beating like a triphammer while her cunt throbbed. What was her cousin tryin to do? Wendy was making the two of them out to be whores!
"Well, where do you wanna go?" Greig asked. Shari could hear the laughter in his voice, his smugness. Glancing into the rear-view mirror, she saw his white teeth beneath his black moustache. He was grinning, grinning with triumph as the car sped into the night.
"Well, I thought we'd still go to the park, but the concert's always too crowded. Maybe if we got on a hill or something we could see better and without the crowd."
"Sounds like a good idea," Greig said, looking quickly over his shoulder at his buddy. "What do you say?"
"Sounds fine."
Jack's basso voice made Shari's body shiver, her flesh crawl. He was still over on his side of the car. But Shari could feel his dark eyes fastened on her, his stare undressing her, raping her. She closed her legs, rubbing the thighs together, feeling that strange itchy ache racing through her cunt. The silence between them grew uncomfortable while Wendy chatted on and on. Shari could have strangled her cousin.
Twenty minutes later they came to a halt above the showgrounds.
"I think we're just about over the stage," Greig said, pushing his door open.
They climbed out. Shari adjusted the top of her halter so it covered her tits well. She felt terribly naked now, exposed and sluttish. It had been Wendy's suggestion to wear her briefest halter and tightest shorts. "It'd make a queer go for you," the girl had said laughingly. Now Shari wished she had a nineteenth-century ballgown to cover herself.
"Come on, slowpokes," Wendy said, threading her way with Greig through the thick ground cover. As they neared the edge of the hill, they could hear the sounds of a large crowd drifting through the still night air.
"Hey, I think you can get a good view from here," Jack said, going in another direction.