And that's probably where her matching 14 karat gold earring was right now – at the bottom of the pool!
Of course, part of the turn-on had started with Bob, Rhonda's boyfriend. Man, what a sexy man he was! So tall and good looking; not like the creepy, pimply fifteen-year-olds who were always hitting on her. And the way he'd looked at her. Oh, big sister if you only knew how your husband-to-be looked at me before he left with his suitcase in hand! She just bet Rhonda would blow her head off if she knew.
So that really Danny's obscene French kiss had just been the finishing blow. She had almost strangled on his tongue, but she had left him huffily with her loins simply awash with excitement and her cuntal lips itching desperately.
Consequently, she'd headed for the deep end of the pool, hoping for a minute – (oh, just a minute is all it would have taken) to satisfy herself and relieve that painful tingling. She'd clung to the rim of the pool and scissored her legs wide and wormed the fingers of one hand down into the snug elastic strip of her bikinis to get at her wildly seeping pussy lips. After rubbing her middle finger in and out of her desire-engorged cunt, making a whirlpool in the aqua water, she found no relief. Maybe she would have, had not that damned little kid with the snorkel started pulling at her leg. Damn, she was so embarrassed she'd clambered, dripping and disgusted, out of the pool. And now her earring was gone!
And now she was too ashamed to look any of the kids in the eye, and there were some good looking boys here today too! Sharon stuffed her belongings into her canvas bag, leaving her movie magazine in a puddle of water and the empty Coke can laying on its sticky side for someone else to dispose of. The mortified and confused teenager darted for the park encircling the community pool. Maybe an hour sitting on a park bench would help cool her down.
How many other kids had seen her playing with herself under the water? Speculation was useless, except to feed her sorrows.
She paused briefly to feed the birds in the park, but she really couldn't concentrate on the fluttery animals who seemed as jittery and unsure of themselves as she was.
"Hi there."
Sharon looked around. There was a withered up looking old Chinese man sitting on the park bench with fingers and hands that looked scrawny and birdlike dipping into a bag of popcorn. He flung kernels into the air and laughed as the hungry pigeons fought for the white treats.
A classic dirty old man, thought Sharon. His short grizzled white whiskers and yellowed face with small, beady dark eyes staring at her, and just a trace of spittle on his oriental lips. He was bent over too; almost bent in half, she guessed.
He nodded to her mildly, wondering why he had spoken to her. Surely he was lonely. Talking to him would be the friendly thing to do.
When she said hello in response to his greeting, he immediately shifted from his bench seat and beckoned for her to sit beside him. He looked around, just a foot or so separating them on the park bench. Why did he keep looking at her like that?
He pointed to his popcorn. "Like some?" he asked, rattling the bag at her.
"No thank you!" she said, suddenly disgusted by the thought of eating bird's food. What made him pick her out of the crowd of girls wandering through the park? Sure, though, he was just being nice. She sat back against the back of the bench with the breeze blowing her fine platinum hair around her naked shoulders. Oh, my God, she suddenly thought. I forgot to put on my clothes I'm sitting here in my bikini! Hurriedly, Sharon delved into her canvas bag and pulled on a tee shirt that covered her top half, but leaving her smooth thighs bare to the world.
"Nice day?" the man said after a bit, edging closer to her on the warm wooden bench in the bright summer sunshine.
"Ah, yeah…" she stammered.
Then suddenly the man slid the rest of the way across the park bench toward her and arched her shoulder with his bony arm.
"You wanna come back to my hotel room?" he said, and Sharon gave a muffled cry and struggled to get away. But he managed to hold her in his claw. "I got something I wanna show ya."
The old man cackled and Sharon struggled even harder, but in vain. Suddenly he unzipped his pants and reached inside, pulling out the lengthy wizened shaft of his semi-rigid penis, and then reaching below it to drag out his almost shriveled testicles as well.
"See that!" he whispered, completely exposed now. "You wanna touch?" And he grabbed her flailing hand and pressed it tight around his blood-swollen rod of flesh.
At first Sharon was mystified. She had never heard of men who exposed themselves to young girls before. And my God, his penis felt thick and hot and hard, pulsing under her reluctant hand like a caged animal. Immediately she realized the potential danger of her situation, and with a scream and a violent lurch, she broke out of the man's temporarily relaxed grip. With her canvas bag in one hand and her hair flying, the frightened girl went running from the park without even a backward glance.
After that, Sharon ran for her sister's house. What kind of crazies lived in this town, anyway? she wondered, trying to focus her sexual smoldering on some constructive thinking, but the only constructive thought she could summon, was satisfying that burning tingle between her legs. That hot and obscenely thick penis her hand had rested on moments before hadn't helped any, either. Oh God, how good it would feel thrusting up between my legs! All she could think about was getting back to Rhonda's house in a hurry and then finger-fucking herself like crazy! Oh, but cripe, it had to work!
She closed her eyes and tried to control the burning turmoil in her loins, but it was no use. Merely pressing her thighs closely together was no help.
Sharon broke into a run when she rounded the corner to 1131 Jones Street seeing the ranch style brick house with the red convertible parked in the drive. Home at last! Throwing her possessions down on the top step, she plunged her hand in her pocket, expecting to find the house key, but came out with only a handful of damp lint. OH, God, now I've lost my key, too! she wailed to herself.
After trying every door and window in the house, Sharon finally surrendered and headed for Marla's house where she would ask to use the phone and call her sister to let her in the house. Then, maybe, she could find some satisfaction.
CHAPTER SEVEN
Good Lord, what's going on here? tutted the platinum-tressed teenager, distraught after minutes of ringing the door bell and pounding 'til her knuckles turned white. Perhaps the neighbor lady was in her back yard. She remembered, now, Rhonda was saying that her neighbor Marla all but lived in her back yard with her pet German Shepherd, Cesar.
Sharon came around the house to the back patio, where the high wooden fence separated Marla's dog pen from the neighbor's adjoining backyard. Though it made her feel nosey peeking over someone's fence and spying on her privacy, Sharon rose to her tip-toes and pulled herself up to chin level to scan the patchy back yard. It was then she heard the alarming words: "Oh, Dobbie, oh God! Don't! You mustn't lick my pussy, you naughty dog. It feels too goood!"
Sharon's breath caught in her throat. What on earth was going on here? Dobbie? Dobbie had to be an animal's name! She struggled to find a knot-hole in the thick, wooden fence, but found it security tight, safe from the eyes of peeping strangers… like Sharon.
Sharon could hardly believe her ears. Oh, God, what was a woman letting a dog do such nasty things to her? Slowly, almost fearfully, the anxious teenager made her way along the fence, like a rabbit eyeing a carrot patch, her smooth buttocks wiggling nervously under her cut-offs.
"OH, Dobbie! Oh, you naughty dog! You've got your tongue stuck up all the way into mama's – urggh! Oh God! Dobbie, you're driving me crazy with your tongue! What would my sister say if she knew! Oh, fuck my cunt with your tongue!"