Chapter 13

"Well," she said, watching the faces of the two boys eyeing her hungrily from the couch, "I guess I became acutely conscious of sex, of my own body mostly, when I was sixteen. In high school. I was built then just the way I am now, a pound or two slimmer, maybe. My boobs were a shade smaller, maybe, but very bouncy, you know? And I always had pretty good legs."

"Pretty good!" Jay said, his dark face shining. "They're spectacular. Luscious. Gorgeous."

"Anyway, I noticed how the boys were always looking at my legs. I wore very short skirts in high school, and went barelegged, except in cold weather."

"Sure can't blame them for looking," Ralph said, doing some intent looking on his own.

"It got me sort of excited," Toby said, "the way they looked at my legs and my ass. So I started letting them see a little more."

"How?" Jay asked.

"In class, I'd cross my legs a lot, very slowly, raising my knees high and wide, sort of casually, like this." She demonstrated, giving them a long, free look up along her inner thighs. "And the boys across from me would nudge each other when the teacher was looking the other way, and stare at my legs, up the insides of my thighs under what there was of my skirt, all the way up to my panties."

"A teaser," Ralph said, lifting his eyes from the fleshly fascination of her legs to grin at her for a moment.

"I sure was. Then, one afternoon, I'd teased them all. I could stand, in Latin class. I'd gotten myself all excited, not knowing exactly how. That's when I noticed that the afternoon sun hit me just right. Lighted up my legs, and was better than a spotlight up under my skirt. So I decided I'd let the boys get a peek at my pussy."

"Right in class?" Jay asked.

"Right in class."

"Good girl," Ralph said. "Something for the boys. But how'd you go about a project like that?"

"Held up my hand and asked to be excused. I almost chickened out when I got to the girls' room, but I was very excited and-well, reckless. I took off my pants and put them in my handbag and went back to class. The boys across from me were watching me very closely when I sat down. I don't know if they were guessing what I'd done, but I didn't give them long to guess. I lifted one knee, high, wide and handsome, and held it that way, showing them my pussy for as long as I dared before I covered it up by crossing my legs."

"I don't suppose you'd consider putting on the show for us that you put on for your classmates?" Jay asked.

"Well, right now I just want to tell you about it. Later, well see. Meanwhile, how about making us another drink?"

Ralph got up and got the glasses together, working with his eyes on Toby and her ever-changing display of legs.

"What happened?" Jay asked. He kept shifting uncomfortably. Toby knew he had a hard-on. So did Ralph.

"A lot of boys flunked Latin, that Spring term. I kept giving them peeks at my pussy, all the way up until June."

What else happened?" Ralph asked, handing her her drink and sitting down on the couch again.

"I passed Latin all right. I got a B plus, I i think."

"You know I don't mean that. What happened after class, that first day you gave the boys a look at your pussy?"

"It wasn't just a little peek," Toby said, remembering, her excitement mounting, slowly but steadily. She was teasing herself as much as the boys, she thought, with this recital. It was something different. "What I gave them," she continued, "was a good, long look. Several good, long looks, with my legs pretty far apart, at my whole thirsty little twat. They had time to count the hairs."

They were both stirring on the couch, in an agony of erect discomfort.

"But what happened after class, that first day?" Jay asked again.

"It was the last class of the afternoon. Four of the boys were waiting for me on the steps outside school. Anybody could see they all had a hard-on."

"Not only them," Ralph muttered, glancing down at the bulging front of his pants.

"Patience," she said, and laughed. "I may be able to think of something to do for your condition, later."

"Well, let's get this story over with," Jay said. "What happened, with the high school boys and their hard-ons?"

"One of them had a car. They wanted me to go for a drive with them."

"Did you?"

"Sure. I was very excited. Horny, if you want to know. I hadn't even put my pants back on, after class."

"Were you a virgin then?" Ralph asked.

"Practically. I'd been fucking one boy, in a blueberry field, a couple of years before, and my mother caught us, and scared me out of fucking for a long time."

"But did you fuck the boys from your Latin class?" Ralph asked, in exasperation. He looked ready to explode.

"No."

"What did you do?" Jay asked.

"Well, we drove around on back roads for a while, and the boys kept taking turns sitting in the back seat with me. I let them kiss me, and gave them a lot of tongue, and I let them feel me up, you know, take my boobs out and squeeze them and diddle around and suck the nipples. I was very, very horny."

"That's all you let them do?"

"I let them feel my legs, and my ass, all they wanted. And they wanted to, a lot, all of them."

"What about your pussy? Didn't you let them touch your pussy?" Ralph was full of questions. He was in a terrible hurry for her to get her history over with.

"Well, yes, finally. I let them touch my pussy, and diddle with it. But I wouldn't let them put anything inside, not even a finger. I didn't want to be finger-fucked."

"Why not?"

"I had better ideas, even then." She smiled at them, mysteriously. "Let me finish. Finally we parked out on an old wood road somewhere, and got out of the car. God, those boys were horny, by then." Jay and Ralph groaned, in unison. "Hornier than I was, I think. If that's possible."

"Did you do anything for them?" Ralph asked, sitting still now, staring fixedly and hungrily at the insides of her thighs. She'd uncrossed her legs.

"I jerked them off," Toby said, softly, "one at a time. Some slowly, like this." She demonstrated, with her loosely closed fist, watching the boys' straining faces. "Some fast, like this. I loved it. I loved to see them come, spurting onto the grass. But I was still horny as hell. And by the time I'd gotten the fourth boy to come, the first boy's cock was hard again."

"Then what?" Ralph asked, in an agonized voice.

"I made a deal with them."

"What kind of a deal?"

"I said if they'd go down on me, if they'd lick and suck my pussy, every one of them, then I'd suck them all off, suck every one of their cocks. If they promised not to tell anyone."

"And?" Ralph asked.

"They went for the deal. Wow, did they go for it."

"High school boys?" Ralph asked, sounding a little surprised. "You got them to go down on you?"

"They loved it. They took turns, sucking and licking and gobbling my cunt until they were out of breath. I came twice. And then I'd had enough."

"And the boys?"

"I sucked them off, one right after the other, licking and sucking their cocks very slowly, making it last for them as long as I could. And I swallowed their come, every last drop."

"Didn't you ever fuck them?"

"No. Not until the fall term, anyway," Toby said, grinning.

"Did they tell anyone about your sucking their cocks?" Ralph asked.

"Of course they did."

"Didn't you mind?"

"No. It was good advertising."

"Jesus," Jay said, taking a gulp of his drink. "What do you mean, good advertising?"

"I had all the dates I wanted, from then on. Two a night, if I felt like it."

"What happened on the dates?"

"I sucked a lot of good, hard cocks," Toby said, smiling some more.

"And?"

"I loved it."

"I mean, what did you get out of it?"

"I had my cunt sucked a lot. An awful lot. And I loved that even more."

"You're a lovely lady, Toby," Ralph said, putting his paper cup carefully on the floor. "Now when are you going to show us what you showed the boys in your high school Latin class?"

"You really believed what I told you?"

"Does it matter?"

"No."

"It was a very arousing story, anyway," Ralph said. "But when are you going to show us what you did or didn't show the boys in high school?"

"I thought you'd never ask," Toby said, smiling happily.

She stood up, turned her back, deftly removed her panties, dropping them to the floor, and sat down again, facing Ralph and Jay.

Smiling, with the tip of her tongue showing between her lips, she let her knees drift apart, with tantalizing slowness.

Then, lazily, she raised one leg and draped it across the arm of the chair.