"Pulling down the miniskirt would be like pulling down a cellophane window shade-just calling attention to what I knew I was showing. So I just sat there, letting him look. And, to be honest, getting a little hot in my britches because of it.
"Al patted the couch a couple of times, kind of inviting, but I didn't move, some because I was nervous and some because that chair was hard to get out of. Along about then Al grinned. A real meaningful grin. I don't know how I knew it was a meaningful grin or really what it meant, but I knew it and I could make a pretty good guess at what it meant.
"Al got up, slow and sort of stinky, and slouched across to the chair, easing himself down on the arm and grinning down at me. And looking right down my blouse, to my titties. He reached over with one hand and slid it inside my blouse, right on my breast.
"I almost leaped out of the chair then, only I couldn't. I could just give a sort of convulsive wiggle that shook my boobs. I guess it looked like I meant to… I mean, shake them at him. Because he slid down into the chair, shoving me over, still keeping one hand on my tit.
"Oh, it was exciting, all right. And scary. I'd never let a boy actually feel them before. Heat started up in them and spread down my stomach and seemed to center down at my cunt. I tried to wiggle out but we were wedged into that chair and I couldn't. Maybe I didn't wiggle as hard as I should have. And maybe I should have yelled. Only I couldn't. My mouth felt full of hot cotton.
"Al slid his other hand down on my leg, smoothing the inside of my thigh and reaching up, just touching my pussy. I tried to push his hand away but I couldn't get any leverage. Besides, I was beginning to feel weak. And shaking. And very hot. So I stopped and lay back, just letting his hands roam.
"He slid out of the chair and fumbled with my panties until he got them off. I might even have helped some. Then, for a minute or two, he just knelt there, looking right at my cunt and breathing heavy.
"Suddenly he reached for me and draped me over the big, cushiony arm of the chair, my legs hanging over the side and my miniskirt up to my navel, with the rest of me down in the seat of the chair.
"He came around to stand by the arm, between my legs, looking. Then he started feeling me up again, running his fingers right into my cunt until I was gasping for breath. And I needed it. My chest felt so tight I could have worn a three-sizes smaller bra, if I wore a bra.
"He tugged off my miniskirt and opened my blouse, so I was as good as naked, with my tits standing up and my nipples so hard they ached. He played with them for a minute or so, kind of rough, edging in tighter on me and spreading my legs. He looked down at me, questioningly. 'You had your Pill?'
"For a moment I didn't know what he meant. Lots of kids in our school are on pills, pep pills, mostly. So I said, 'I never touch reds.' That's what we called them, 'reds.'
"Al grunted. 'I didn't mean that kind of pill. The Pill. So you won't get a baby. No, you little boobie. I guess you didn't. What did you think this was gonna be? A knitting circle?' Al scrabbled in his pockets and groaned. 'And I ain't got a condom. God damn! And I sure don't mean to fix us up with no kid. Jim's got some… ' He glanced at the closed door of Ellen's room. 'Only I don't think he wants to be interrupted.'
"He looked back at my cunt and my boobies and sighed. 'And I ain't about to give up that nice piece of flesh! So I'll eat it. Eat it up, hair and all.' Not that I had much hair down there. Just a sort of downy fuzz.
"If I could have talked I'd have said, 'Let's quit.' At least, I think I would have. Except that right then I just wanted-well, I wasn't sure what I wanted, but I sure wanted it bad. My whole insides were on fire with the want, with most of the heat right in my cunt. I think I'd have taken on a dog about then. A big dog. Not that I ever have.
"I watched Al slide down to the floor, until his eyes just peeped over my mound. His hands went on playing with my tits but his tongue was sliding along the sides of my thighs and right into my cunt! It hit my clitoris and I really bucked in that chair. I had never felt anything so-well, both scary and exciting.
"Al played with my titties, nipping at my nipples with his fingers, while his mouth clamped down on my pussy and he started sucking. I could feel that suck way up in my stomach. And his tongue was working on my clitoris until I just humped up at him, moaning.
"It seemed to go on forever yet be over awfully quick. Some dam up inside me burst. The relief of that! It was terrific! The most! And Al went on sucking and lapping at the juices I poured down until I was nearly crazy. I was really dizzy from it, just tossing my head and murmuring, 'Please! Please! Please!' Not meaning anything, really.
"Finally Al stood up, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand, grinning a little. 'That was very tasty pussy. Virgin cunt, too. Very nice. Verrrry nice. Next time, we'll have a real ball. We'll go all the way.'
"There never was a next time. Al broke his leg trying to ride his big brother's motorcycle and by the time he was out and circulating again, I had graduated from kids like Al. I had a real, full-grown man. And he had forgotten more about making love than Al will ever learn.
"Jerry was a Vietnam veteran, not very tall but real cute in a tough kind of way. He had a kid, a boy about three, and I did some baby-sitting for him. He didn't have a wife. Maybe they were divorced or maybe she was dead-or had run off with some other guy. He never talked about her or had any pictures of her around.
"I liked to baby-sit for him because he had a big color TV set and he'd leave nice snacks for me in the refrigerator. Also, he paid a quarter an hour better than most. With double for after twelve.
"So when he called Mom, I went there this night. Only, when I got there, he looked embarrassed. 'My date stood me up, so I don't need… ' I guess he saw my face fall. I had been counting on his baby-sitting money. 'But it's all right, Ellie. I'll pay you just the same.' He laughed. 'But not overtime.' And reached for his wallet.
"I suppose he saw me eyeing the TV-there was a show on I really wanted to see. This singer, new. And I wanted to see what color eyes he had. You can't tell on black-and-white.
"Jerry grinned. 'And you can watch TV, if you keep it low. I'll be reading.' Which was fine by me. I went to the fridge and got a coke and settled down to watch TV.
"I guess, being alone so much when I watch TV, I settle a little careless, with my legs draped over a chair arm and sort of snuggled in. Jerry had some nice deep chairs for that. And I hadn't been expecting to see him, except as he whisked out the door, so I was dressed for comfort, in my oldest and shortest miniskirt and some very scanty panties.
"I realized it pretty quick when I felt him looking at my legs, and right up 'em, to those scanty panties. You can, you know. Feel somebody looking at you. And tell, maybe, even which part of you, without seeing their eyes. When I looked up Jerry shifted in his chair and looked down quick at his book. But I knew he had been looking at me. And seeing pretty much the whole show.
"Having a grown man look, with me knowing he had looked, made me warm inside. Little quick flashes. I liked it. So I shifted just a little in the chair, so he could have a better view. And if he didn't like the view, he didn't have to look. But he did.
"I caught him at it, and he flushed. He even gulped. 'Young lady, you are flaunting yourself, which is dangerous for you with a man in my position.'
"I grinned at him. 'You could change your position-closer.' And wiggled my rump, as if I was settling deeper in the chair, not really expecting anything. Jerry is cute and all that, but I always thought of him as kind of shy. Nice but shy. Like an older brother, maybe.