Despite herself, Pam grinned in the darkness and let one hand slip down between the top of her pajamas to find the virgin crease of her cunt.
As she touched her pliant, sensitive cuntlips and began to gingerly work the tip of her finger back and forth over the lightly haired mound, she remembered Bo's whispered words to her: "Come back tomorrow, Pam… and I'll teach you how to fuck!"
A tremor of fear and joy went through her sultry young pussy at the remembered promise of Bo.
Could she possibly let such a rough, horny young male have his way with her? Could she stand to feel that large thing of his trying to push between the tight folds of her cunt?
Her pussy seemed to yawn open wetly at the thought, the softly whiskered lips spreading a bit as her clitoris rose up firmly.
She sighed deeply as her fingertip found that odd little fang that felt so good when she touched it. She knew she'd have to ask Bo what it was down there that made her shiver with lusty pleasure at this simple touching of her fingertip.
As she wormed her finger around the prominent, stiff little love-muscle, she imagined it was Bo's tongue doing it to her. His strong, eager, pointing tonguetip that was lightly rubbing the easily stimulated nub that pushed up between the upper folds of her sex.
For the next twenty minutes or so she lay with the covers back and her hand down between her legs, teasing the larger growing clit until she brimmed on the edge of delicious orgasm.
Each time she felt herself approaching a spasm, she would draw her finger away, much too reluctant to have the sustained pleasure come to an end.
Then, when she was breathing more regularly, she would once again sneak her fingertip down and begin to rub the titillated spot again.
She performed this stop-start, start-stop ritual until she was so excited that her tongue was crowded out of the side of her lips. And as her passion mounted to an undeniable peak, she closed her eyes and whispered hotly to her pillow, pretending it was Bo's ear.
"Suck me, Bo, please! Suck me! Suck-suck! – suck!!"
Her throbbing clitoris triggered a sudden deep, wet spasm of exquisite pleasure, a climax so strangely deep and lustful that she groaned softly in the darkness.
She felt her fingers grow damp and hot with the expended fluids from the core of her cunt, and after a few moments with her hand still touching the cloying lips of her pussy, she pulled her fingers away.
Since there was nobody there to see her, she put her fingers lightly to her nose and sniffed the humid aroma of her aroused and now satisfied slit. The smell was vaguely exciting to her, reminding her of the stronger, male odor of Bo's beautiful organ right before she cupped her lips around it.
The orgasm released her finally of the nervous tension, and she slipped into a calm, happy sleep.
The next day was Sunday, and when Pam dressed and went down for breakfast, she saw her father standing at the picture window in their living room and staring out.
His pipe was forgotten at the corner of his mouth, and his Sunday paper was still unopened in his hand.
Pam sneaked up behind her dad, intending to put her hands over his eyes to surprise him. But before she could do that, she saw what was holding his attention.
Bo's young sister was taking a sunbath on the front lawn of the old Howard house. She was lying on a green blanket on her stomach, and she was wearing only the skimpiest kind of bikini, a bathing suit much too brief and daring for a girl her age. She even had the bra straps untied so that she would tan evenly, and the firm, smooth humps of her pretty little buttocks were sticking up sensuously.
For some odd reason, Pam felt a sudden little quiver of jealousy go through her loins as she realized that her daddy was staring at the girl.
"Hello, Daddy," Pam snapped.
Bill Harper jumped as her voice broke into his thoughts. He turned, taking the pipe out of his mouth. A flushed, guilty look spread over his face for a few seconds before he regained his composure.
"Oh, hi, skipper," he breathed.
Pam smiled, and then glanced again at the Pauley girl out on the lawn. "If mother sees Mae Pauley out there half naked, she'll have a fit," she said casually.
Her dad grinned uncertainly. "Yeah, she'll go into her white-trash sermon again. Did you, uh, enjoy your visit with the Pauleys yesterday?"
"Yes."
"Did you invite them over for ice cream this evening?"
Pam shrugged. "Oh. I forgot, Daddy."
She saw the small disappointment in his eyes.
"You still want me to invite them?" she said.
Her dad shrugged too, and started not to reply. But then he took a small breath, and nodded. "Sure, honey, go ahead and invite them. We ought to be friendly. I, uh, I'd like to get to know Mr. Pauley."
But Pam knew it wasn't the father that was on her daddy's mind at that moment.
It was the saucy, bitchy little butt of Mae!
Pam invited the Pauleys over by telephone, and precisely at six o'clock the whole family came trooping over.
Hank Pauley had on a cleanly laundered jumpsuit with his first name stitched over the pocket. Bo was wearing tight, neatly ironed wheat-jeans and a sports shirt, and Mae was dressed in shorts and a halter.
It was difficult for Pam to realize that Mae Pauley was only thirteen, despite her pretty babyface. She looked more mature than that, with her pointing young breasts and the slightly flared thrust of her hips. And Pam found herself trying to find things wrong with the younger girl, even trying to convince herself that her blonde hair and greenish-blue eyes did nothing to make her at all pretty.
But Pam's father seemed to deny there could possibly be a single flaw in such a lovely young creature. He couldn't take his eyes off the girl when he thought nobody was looking!
They made the ice cream in the back yard, and Pam's dad had set up tables and a couple of picnic umbrellas.
At one point early in the evening while Mae was helping her mom with the plates and spoons, and her dad and Hank Pauley were talking around the cream freezer, Bo managed to get Pam to himself over by the carefully tended clump of rose bushes.
"Hey, I thought you were gonna come over this afternoon," the boy whispered, a slack smile pulling up the corners of his mouth.
"I-I thought I shouldn't," Pam whispered back.
Bo winked at her, glancing briefly over his shoulder to make sure nobody was in earshot of them. "C'mon, Pam, don't tell me you didn't like what we did yesterday. You did, eh?"
Pam blushed, the answer twinkling treacherously in her eyes!
Bo's grin widened. "Yeah, I knew you liked it. But there's a helluva lot more to having fun than what you did. I wanta teach you some wild fucking positions."
The words were whispered almost casually, but they made Pam's ears burn!
She found her voice, but it came out in a ragged, breathy whisper. "Does-does Mae let you do that to her?"
Even at his youthful age, Bo knew a lot of male psychology. Without even a pause, he grinned and said, "I've been fucking my little sis since she was twelve."
Pam felt her heart jump. "That's what you did yesterday when you pulled the shade down."
He winked. "You're right, baby. If Mae doesn't get a taste of my big peter every day or so, she can't sleep at night."
Pam thought of her own sleepless night and flushed again. She glanced over at the young girl helping her mom, remembering how her legs had been sprawled apart on the lumpy old mattress. And how the front of Bo's pants had bulged with excitement right before he pulled down the shade.