“I can't breathe,” I gasped to Noelle. “Seriously, I have to sit down.”
She just gave me a look. Then she pointed to a wooden mall bench.
“Stay here,” she advised. “I'll go talk to him right now.”
“You will?” I stammered, but dropped down onto the bench. “I thought we were both going to do it…”
Noelle smiled down at me.
She looked genuinely irresistible in her skimpy cotton shorts, light blue, with both the butt and the crotch of them clinging to her in a way that left little to the imagination. As gorgeous as she was anyway, the obvious bulge of her clearly defined cameltoe at the front of her flimsy shorts made her even more divine.
Sexually, at least.
And her large round boobs, under a halter top that displayed her slim middle but was barely able to restrain either their size or their heaviness, made her look every bit as if she was a well-endowed young adult. Instead of the mere 14-year-old schoolgirl she really was.
I had to shake my head with a little laugh, thinking about it. Noelle was really something, in anybody's book, but she was still just a kid. But then, with a start, I realized the same could be said about me.
God.
“I'll bring him over here to you,” Noelle promised. “Once he sees you in those little shorts and that halter, without a bra or panties, it'll kill him. I want to eat you up myself, just looking at your crotch and your tits. He'll be dying to go with us ”
I looked up at that.
“Go with us?” I asked, puzzled. “You didn't say anything about that before. Go where?”
The super-hot 14-year-old cheerleader, my friend and lover, just shrugged.
“You'll see,” she told me. “Just sit tight. And try not to wet your pants. On second thought, go right ahead. A nice wet spot on the crotch of those tight little shorts couldn't hurt.”
And then she walked straight over to where Tim was looking into the window of the video game store.
CHAPTER 23
I couldn't watch. Literally.
When Noelle reached Tim and he turned to her-clearly surprised-at whatever she said, I covered my young face with both hands. I'd dreamed about seeing him again, even fantasized and planned every word I'd say. But now, facing the reality of talking to him again, I had no idea what to do.
And God only knew what Noelle was saying to him. Whatever it was, it seemed to be taking a long time. A very long time, making me all the more insanely nervous. And curious.
She was right, though, about what I was wearing.
The skimpy little pale pink shorts I had on hugged my firm young ass and my gently bulging crotch perfectly, the outline of my 11-year-old cunt obvious to anyone who took a good look between my skinny bare legs.
The actual indentation of my entire slit was right there!
My little halter top, altered to fit by Noelle herself, was flimsy white cotton, my bare stomach perfectly smooth and flat. And the pointy tips of my little nipples were just as obvious as my young cunt. My nipples themselves were merely a pale pink, too light to be seen through the fabric, but my small boobs were youthfully firm and high even without a bra.
The natural jiggle to them as I walked was certain to get Tim's attention. Now if I could just figure out what to say.
“Maureen, hey,” I finally heard Tim's voice. “How are you doing?”
I slowly lowered my hands from my face, looking up to him as if struck dumb. But then I quickly tried to recover. After all, whatever it took to do it, Noelle had actually delivered, bringing the tall dark-haired boy right up to me.
“Hello, Tim,” I said as steadily as I could, standing. My legs were weak, my knees wobbly. “So you met my best friend, Noelle, huh…?”
“Yeah,” he nodded. “She seems real nice.”
The mall wasn't that busy yet and the three of us stood away from anyone who might overhear us. Tim stood awkwardly in front of us both, looking to Noelle, then to me, then back to her again. And sort of half-smiling, a little nervously, it seemed.
But, amazingly, he seemed in no hurry to get away from me again.
Whatever subtle words Noelle had used, whatever brilliantly persuasive things she'd said to get his attention-and to keep it on me-had clearly worked.
“So…” I said, uncertain what the next move might be. I looked to Noelle. “What are we doing now…?”
But it was Tim's turn to smile.
“I really missed you, Maureen,” he said, exhaling slowly. “Your sweet face is always in my mind somewhere.” He shrugged. “When I saw you naked in the van, doing…you know…that with all three of those boys, it shocked me so much, I couldn't handle it. That's why I ran away. It was too much to take, especially considering the way I felt about you.”
I almost started crying full out, right then, but shakily held back.
“I'm so sorry, Tim,” I told him, with just the slightest little sniffle. “I'm really, really, really sorry. It was just so stupid on my part.”
He looked away for a moment, maybe remembering the shock of it all, but then looked back to me. “I kept coming to the mall these last couple of weeks, hoping to run into you. I've been really miserable not having you around.”
I just stared at him. Stunned. Thrilled. Relieved.
“Really?”
“And now I'm going with you,” he said. “Just like Noelle said.”
I looked to Noelle, my savior. I couldn't believe what was happening. It was wonderful. She took my hand and moved me over to Tim, then took his slender arm and put it around my bare waist.
“Shouldn't you two kids kiss or something?” she said, pushing us even tighter together with a little laugh. “Come on, I know you both want to…”
Which was true.
So with his arm still around my waist, Tim leaned down and kissed me warmly on the mouth, a long lingering kiss that left me thrilled just to be alive. Our eager mouths were as one, our tongues entwined as we got to know each other all over again.
Maybe it would be a fresh start for us, a new beginning.
“Noelle, you sweetie,” I said, looking to her. “What did you say, to get Tim to start talking to me again…?”
Noelle merely shrugged like it was no big deal, causing her large breasts to jiggle under her halter in that way that drove men (and boys!) wild. Then, glancing around to make certain no one else was near, she subtly reached down with one hand and with her fingertips lightly grazed the front of Tim's jeans. Like, just touched him, right where the head of his dick would be.
Which caused me to look down there more closely. Good God, was that a boner he had, straining to get free?
“I told him to come to the motel,” Noelle said matter-of-factly. “To fuck us both. In our assholes, our cunts, whatever, after watching us lick each other's cunts. Also, that we'd both suck his cock until he came in our mouths or faces. And that we'd do any dirty thing he'd ever dreamed of, no matter what it was.”
I just stared at her, stunned all over again.
“Oh, yeah,” the horny brunette cheerleader who'd introduced me to sex at 7-years-old suddenly remembered: “And I told him it was a one-time offer, that if he turned us down he'd never see you again, and if he missed out on fucking us, he'd regret it for the rest of his life…”
Tim laughed nervously, looking around.
“Until my dying day,” he said quietly. “And even a dopey 12-year-old guy like me knows when he's given the offer of a lifetime.” He looked into my eyes. “I'll be your boyfriend as much as you want, or as little. Noelle said you love to fucksomuch, you can't help yourself. So I'll try to, uh, understand.”
I couldn't believe it.
“She said all that?” I gave her a cross look. “Noelle…!”
But the tall boy with his arm around my bare waist didn't seem to notice my sudden agitation.
“She said I'd be better off as one of the guys fucking you, instead of just going crazy,” he went on. “And that you'd both fuck me to death, any time I wanted. She also told me a lot of the dirty stuff you've done. Which…” and here he paused, thinking it over, I guess, ”…was real exciting, actually, hearing about it. Maureen, did you really start fucking when you were only a little 9-year-old?”