"Yeah?"
"You bet, Johnny-luv! My folks go to bed at about ten, you show up at around eleven, I'll let you in and," Sheree's voice became a sexy promise, "we can fuck all night long!"
CHAPTER THREE
The next night at ten-thirty, Sheree lay staring up at the stars through the open vent in the trailer roof. She reveled in the feel of the cool breeze pushing at the closed drapes and, the sensation caused by her fingers roaming the hills and valleys of her own nude body.
The nubile teen let her mind drift, knowing it would soon float back to Johnny Hollister and the wonderful come his fingers and lips had given her the night before. That was what was so cool about sleeping out here in the summer – you could finger yourself off all night and no one knew the difference.
Idly, Sheree began teasing her clitoris again as her other hand stoked her nipples. She thought about Johnny's lips on her tits, and how great his finger had felt caressing her juicy cunt. She was almost sorry that he wasn't here right now. Maybe she'd even let him be the first to fuck her!
The very thought made Sheree giggle aloud. The whole school thought of her as the hottest piece of ass in the county and she was still a virgin!
Sheree rolled back and forth on the bed, her laughter uncontrollable as she relieved her two-month career as Cedar City's hottest pussy. Ever since the family had moved into town in the middle of the semester, people had been talking about Sheree.
Her first friend in town had been Pam Leyton a foxy, tough-talking brunette who liked to fuck and suck as well as she liked to breathe. Hanging around with her, adjusting her vocabulary to fit Pam's – fuckin' fight; that low-life cocksucker; righteous little cunt licker – Sheree was soon cast in the same role and the boys swarmed around like crazy.
Flattered by all of the attention from seniors with hot cars and big bankrolls, Sheree soon wised up to the fact that they also had hot dicks and big balls. And all they really wanted was a chance to shove those hot cocks into her untried little pussy and empty the contents of those nuts up into her womb.
Deciding that anything was better than going back to her former goody-goody role, Sheree accepted one of the offers from Tom Bradley, a tall, good-looking senior, and resolved to fuck him senseless, if that was what he wanted as the price of a date.
It was Tom who had started Sheree on the road to prick-teasing and educated her about the male ego. Wanting to get it over with, Sheree had simply unzipped Tom's pants as soon as they were parked. His cock had not really been that large, Sheree realized now, but back then it had looked like a baseball bat in her inexperienced eyes.
"Oooh, Tommy, it's so big! You'll split my little pussy wide open with that big thing if you're not careful!" she had exclaimed in wonder.
A muffled gasp had escaped from the senior's clenched jaw as Sheree took his cock in her tiny hand and began stroking it in a choppy, amateurish manner. Pulling the cock skin up and down faster and faster as she got the knack, Sheree had used every dirty word she knew to tell Tom how much she wanted to feel his hot prick in her tight cunt.
Naturally, it hadn't taken long. A flood of steaming cock juice spurted out onto the dash of the car, dribbling down onto the shag carpet amid Sheree's squeals of excitement and Tom's curses.
That was when Sheree began to learn about human nature and the male ego. For Tom Bradley hadn't told his admiring buddies what really happened – he had gone on and on about what a great fuck Sheree Sable really was!
And Sheree had never set the record straight. Why should she? Her phone never stopped ringing for dates. She never missed a big party. And she had yet to meet a guy she couldn't get to shoot his nuts all over the headliner or front seat of his car as Sheree's talented fingers whipped his meat and her eager voice spurred him to unexpected excitement.
It had all started out as a game, one in which Sheree had been more than willing to put up her knockout, virginal body as table stakes. Now, lying in the darkness of the trailer, fingering her warm, juicy cunt as she mentally relived her "career", Sheree wondered how many more boys with big reputations as studs she would embarrass before one of them finally fucked her.
How big could her sex Goddess fame grow without ever fucking anyone?
There was a light tapping sound on the trailer's metal door. In the quiet of the summer night, it sounded to Sheree like the fist of doom bashing at her hideaway. It was probably her mom!
"Shit!" Sheree fumed as she jumped up.
Panic growing as the tapping became more insistent, Sheree wiped the pussy juice from her fingers and pulled on the flannel pajamas she kept in the closet for emergencies. She went reluctantly to the door and opened it.
"Damn it, girl, do you have to be so slow and noisy about letting me in?" a deep male voice came from the darkness.
Johnny Hollister crouched down next to the wooden steps, a brown grocery bag under his arm and a worried look on his face. Sheree stood with her mouth open in utter surprise, and Johnny immediately seized the opportunity. He shouldered past her, pulling the door closed behind him and fumbling at the lock. He breathed a sigh of relief as it clicked shut.
"Shit, honey, this is no work for a nervous guy!" the big football player whispered, the excitement crackling in his voice.
"What the fuck are you doing here?" Sheree demanded, shock leaving her and cold fear settling in its place.
"I was invited, remember?" he waved the brown bag at the dumbfounded girl. "And I got my ticket!"
The bag produced the unmistakable clink of bottles hitting each other as the football star sat it down on the table. He pulled out two plastic champagne glasses and sat them down next to the bag with a flourish.
"Not only sloe gin, but champagne!" Johnny grinned mischievously. "Now let's get the party started."
Numbly, as though she had been caned from a block of ice, Sheree watched as Johnny uncapped the cheap champagne and filled the glasses. Their eyes were accustomed to the near darkness, so it seemed almost light inside the small room when Johnny found Sheree's transistor radio and flipped it on. The green light from the dial and the soft thump of the rock beat seemed to fill the whale trailer.
"Where did you get this?" Sheree gestured with the full glass, playing for time.
"Wasn't easy," Johnny smiled, gulping some of the bubbling liquid down. "I had to give Bill Hasket's older brother enough money to get himself a whole case of beer to get him to buy this for me."
Sheree swallowed a mouthful of the highly carbonated, slightly sour wine. She toasted Johnny with her glass and smiled.
"I like a man who's resourceful," she encouraged him, making her smile even warmer. If he drank enough, Sheree knew from past experience, he wouldn't be able to do anything when they were in bed together – if it should come to that.
Johnny grinned like a little bay and drank the rest of the champagne in his glass. He immediately refilled his glass and took another sip.
"Mmm, good champagne, isn't it?" Sheree lied. "You know, Johnny, I want us both to get totally ripped tonight, so we won't have any inhibitions later, when we're fucking, ya' know?"
Johnny's grin froze on his boyish face and he hurriedly downed his wine in one gulp as Sheree casually mentioned "fucking". The experienced girl smiled. This was going to be easier than she had thought.
It took only a few more minutes for the tipsy football star to drain off the rest of the champagne. He came unsteadily to his feet and shuffled over to open the sloe gin and make them each a drink. He poured both glasses full with a minimum of mixer. Stumbling back to the bed, he handed Sheree her drink and sat down heavily next to her, putting his arm over her shoulder.