When Buffy approached him in the way to English class, he was surprised.
"What are you doing after school, Danny?"
"Uh-nothing, I don’t guess."
"Good, Want to come by my house for a while? I have something to show you."
"Oh-sure."
It was settled. Danny had no idea what Buffy Malone would want to show him, but the directness of her approach caught him off guard.
They walked to her house together, without talking much. When they were in her neighborhood, the redheaded girl finally spoke.
"My dad works late every night and my mother is gone off on a trip. Mrs. Higgins is cooking supper, but she stays in the kitchen and she won't even know we’re in the house. She’s a little bit deaf anyway," Buffy giggled.
Danny wondered why she made such a point of telling him they’d be all alone. What difference did that make? She was only a girl, so they wouldn’t be exchanging any secrets.
They went through the front door stairs to Buffy Js room. Danny fascinated to see the way girls kept Buffy had a lot of dolls and things. It pretty boring room to spend any time in the door when they were inside.
"Sit down on the bed," she said.
Danny did so, wondering what he was doing there.
"Listen, Danny," Buffy said, "how much do you know about girls?"
The boy's eyes popped open wide. He felt the conversation was going to turn in a direction that make him uncomfortable.
"W-what do you mean?"
Buffy put her books down on her dresser and turned, facing him squarely.
"I mean, have you ever seen one naked?"
Danny blushed a bright scarlet, all the way up to his thick shock of light brown hair.
"I, no," he answered.
Buffy shrugged her shoulders.
"There's nothing to be so embarrassed about. I've seen lots of boys naked."
"You have?"
"Sure. Just a couple of weeks ago, Mrs. McAllister sent me to the gym to give a note to the coach, and I took a shortcut back through the hall where the lockers are. I didn't know the boys were showering, and all at once about ten of them ran out of the locker room and across the hallway into the supply room. They were acting silly and slapping each other with towels and all that, and they didn't see me, but all of them were as naked as jay birds!"
Danny's blush got even deeper.
"And do you know who one of those boys was, Danny?"
He didn't answer.
"Well, I know! It was YOU! And the reason I noticed you, was because you were about the biggest one of them all. And I don't just mean tall, either. Do you know what I mean, Danny?"
"Aw, come on, Buffy! Knock it off!"
"So," Buffy continued, "I thought since I've seen you, maybe I'd just let you take a look at me."
The boy looked startled.
"I, I think I better go. I just remembered something I have to do at home, "
"Listen, Danny," the girl replied, walking over to him and staring straight into his eyes. "If you try to leave here, I'll tell Mrs. McAllister that I saw all you boys running around the hallways bare-assed, and you'll probably all get expelled or something!"
"But, but why do you want me to stay? What do you want me to do?"
"We'll talk about that. First, you're gonna see my show!"
With that, the girl began to unbutton her blouse. She stood directly in front of him. Sometimes he stared, and sometimes his eyes dropped down to the floor.
When her blouse was removed she slipped out of her skirt. She was standing now in just her panties. He wasn't looking.
"Now, look at me, Danny."
His eyes rose up from the floor and he took a long look at her body.
"Okay. Can I go now?"
"No! I haven't finished!" She quickly slipped off her white cotton panties and tossed them on the bed next to him.
He stared longer and harder now. She saw the fascination in his eyes. She'd learned to recognize that, even in someone his age. But he still seemed anxious to leave.
"Okay, I've seen it all now. Can I go?"
"Maybe," Buffy said. She was amazed at how little shyness she felt, standing before the boy in this condition. "On one condition."
"What's that?"
"You have to show me that you don't have a hard-on."
Danny was surprised. He blushed bright red again. He didn't know that girls even knew that word. Boys always used it, but it was the first time he'd ever heard a girl say it.
"Awww, come off it, Buffy!"
"You heard me, Danny Bates. I'll tell Mrs. McAllister, "
"I don't. I don't, I swear I don't have one!
"Prove it!"
"Aww, Buffy, "
"Danny!"
There was something threatening in her voice. He knew he'd have to do what she said.
"Feel," he said, standing up and shoving his hips forward.
"No, take your pants down."
He looked at her for a moment. Then he decided that arguing wouldn't get him anyplace. He unbuckled his jeans and slid them down over his hips. His jockey shorts were tenting out in front of him, a dead giveaway.
"I knew it!" Buffy cried happily. "Take all your clothes off now."
Danny felt less and less like putting up a fight. He kept noticing how round the girl's thighs were, and how the lips of her pussy swelled out. He'd never seen a girl completely naked before. Buffy didn't look like the pictures he'd seen in magazines, but he supposed she would when she started to grow hair. Danny had just started getting pubic hair, and he was very proud of it. He masturbated often, thinking about hairy pussies.
He pulled his jeans off, then his jockey shorts. When he finished, he was as nude as she was. His cock stood straight out now, and he didn't care if she saw it. There was no longer any need to pretend. It was about five inches long, and quite thick for his age. He knew it was bigger than any of the other boys' cocks in his grade at school. They'd often kidded him about it. He was a year older than most of them, though. Sometimes he was a little self-conscious in the shower rooms.
Buffy dropped to her knees in front of him. She reached out and touched the hard pole. He stood quietly and let her. Then she leaned over and put her mouth over the head.
"Owww, Buffy! What are you doing?"
Slowly, her mouth slid down to the root. Her lips were pressed tightly into his hairs, and he could feel himself sliding all the way into her throat. He felt dizzy, and he almost fell back onto the bed again.
She stretched him out on his back, with his legs hanging over the side of the mattress, touching the floor. She stayed on her knees between his thighs and continued to suck him until she knew he was getting very hot. She also knew that at his age he wouldn't be able to hold off as long as her daddy and Ralph did. Many of the girls had told her that the boys at school sometimes shot off just looking up a girl's skirt. She pulled away when she felt him begin to throb.
"Owww, don't stop, Buffy! I gotta shoot it off!"
"Not yet," the girl said. She crawled up on the bed beside him and stretched out on her back. "I want you to tie my hands behind my back and rape me!"
"What?" The boy was confused. He'd heard about rape, but only had a vague idea what it meant. Stories at school seemed to always be exaggerated, and the fuck parts seemed to take the lead over the details building up to them.
"You know, Danny, rape! Make me do it! Even if I tell you not to, or try to get away from you, make me do it! And hurry up. I'm getting all hot down there between my legs!"
He still looked confused.
"Make you do what?"
Buffy jumped up and glared at him.
"Oh, you're such an idiot, Danny Bates! Don't you know anything? Make me let you fuck me!"
"I, I never, "
He was afraid to tell her he'd never done it. Afraid to tell her he didn't really know how to go about it. What if the story got back to the other boys.