Chapter 3
It was June and the last week of school, exactly ten days after Marva had been spanked by her Aunt Edna for having stopped to talk to Buck Williams, the precociously virile member of 'The Leather Lashers." It was the last class of the afternoon, and Marva was glancing eagerly outside the classroom window, because it was a beautiful sunny day and she could hardly wait to get out. Just two more days, and then school would be over until September!
At last the bell rang, and she rose, gathered up her books and smiled at the girl who sat to her right, her very best friend in school, Jane Palmer. "Want to stay around and watch the guys play baseball, Janie?" she asked.
"No, I cant, Mom wants me right home to do an errand. Dad's had to go out of town and so I'm stuck with the shopping for this weekend, looks like," Jane Palmer sighed.
She was six months older than Marva, but in the eleventh grade as Marva was because, some years ago, she'd come down with a virus that it made her miss about four months of school. She lived a block away from Marva, and she had a seventeen-year-old brother who would graduate as valedictorian this week and in the same school. He was a track star and vice-president of the student body. Jane herself was a particularly attractive girl; and even the large black horn-rimmed glasses, which she wore because she was farsighted and needed for close-up reading, made her pretty over-shaped face that much more piquant. Her hair was black, and she wore it in a long braid which, a generation ago, would probably have been called a pigtail. Her eyes were gray-green, her nose daintily uptilted with very wide and thin wings, and she had a small but very ripe mouth and high-set cheekbones. Her skin was milky, and her figure really exceptional. She was about half an inch taller than Marva, and had a really exciting figure, which the boys in school had already noticed. To be sure, her parents had forbidden her to think of dating until she was at least seventeen, but Jane Palmer had a mind of her own and was already extremely curious about the opposite sex. Once or twice, Marva knew, Jane had almost got into trouble because she had stayed after school to flirt with Buddy Hanson, a sturdy towheaded sixteen-year-old boy who played on the football team and who was already the center of coed attention on this campus.
Jane had pear shaped titties, set closely together and perched quite high on her lovely chest. Her waist was slim, her hips svelte and quite excitingly sensual, with over-shaped, broadly ample bottom globes, long shapely thighs and sleek, agilely muscled calves. Marva knew perfectly well that Jane had already found out what kissing and mild petting were, because Jane had told her so, Buddy had kissed her in the basement just last week, and he had even gone so far as to put his hand on one of her titties and tell her that she was really stacked. Marva envied her friend, because Jane had escaped a really hard licking when she had lost her mother's purse last year and it had contained over a hundred dollars in cash. They had just scolded her and told her to be more careful. Marva knew perfectly well if she had done something like that, Aunt Edna would probably have lambasted her poor bottom until she couldn't sit down for a month!
"Well, anyway, Jane, you can walk me partway back home. I wanted to ask you about-well, you know. Boys." Marva felt herself blushing as she brought out that forbidden word. Forbidden, to be sure, so far as her strict Aunt Edna was concerned, that was for certain.
"Oh gosh, there wouldn't be time to tell you everything about boys in that short a walk," Jane giggled. "Anyway, I guess I can walk a couple of blocks, down to Mason Street anyhow. Now what did you want to know about ? "
"I know you go out with that big blond football star, and I don't see how you get away with it," Marva enviously declared as the two attractive teenagers left the school yard and started walking down the street. "My aunt would skin me alive if she ever caught me out with one. Why, do you know, some fellow on a motorbike came up and asked me how to get to San Diego, and just because somebody saw and called my aunt, I got a terrific licking."
"You poor kid!" Jane sympathized. "And you didn't even smooch with him, either. That's a darn shame. Well, I have to be awful careful, because my folks are sort of strict anyway, but a girl can manage to be with a guy if she's really hot for him. Of course, I haven't gone all the way, and I probably won't, till I get married. But it's sure fun just thinking about it."
"What-what do you and your fellow do?" Marva stammered very self-consciously.
"That would be telling," Jane giggled again. Then she looked around and, making sure that no one was too close to overhear them, added, "Well, he just loves to feel my boobies. And sometimes I let him French kiss me, if he's been awful nice."
"What's that?"
"Oh my, you really are a square, aren't you, Marva? But I don't suppose you can help it, not with an aunt and uncle like you've got," the attractive black-haired nymphet remarked.
"A French kiss is when he kisses you and he puts his tongue into your mouth, and then you can put yours into his, if you want. It's awful exciting that way!" she then shyly explained.
"Oh my gosh!" Marva breathed, scandalized. "You mean you and he did that already?"
"Oh sure, lots of times. like I said, he just loves to feel my boobies up, and he's put his hands under my skirt lots of times. Of course
I slap him for that, because that's not nice, that's fresh. Just between us two, Marva honey, it just sends me when I feel his finger poking into my little pussy."
"Ohhhh!" Marva's face was a vivid crimson now as she glanced enviously at her best friend.
Down the street there came the sputtering roar of a high-powered motorbike, and the two girls looked quickly towards the source of that noise. A leather-jacketed youth on a Honda came riding by, then slowed down as he neared where the girls were standing in opened mouthed admiration.
"Hey, chickie, remember me?" he made a quick gesture with his hand to his forehead as he pointed to Marva.
She gasped, "Oh yes-I sure do! You were the one who asked me how to get to San Diego."
'That's right-say, kid, you've got a great memory," Buck Williams grinned. "Who's your friend there?"
Jane Palmer was watching the youth, and, boy-conscious that she was, had already taken in his stalwart build, the tight fit of his corduroy trousers, and his wavy brown hair. He was quite a hunk of man, she was telling herself.
"So you remembered me, chickie?" Buck repeated. 'That's real nice, honey. I didn't forget you either. Come on, give me an intro to that cute black-haired piece you're with."
'This is my best friend Jane Palmer. My name is Marva Dayton," the attractive teenager blushingly vouchsafed. Then, remembering, she gasped, "But I oughtn't to be talking to you! I did it before, and one of the neighbors saw us and phoned my aunt, and-well, I got punished good, too!"
With the cattiness of a typical adolescent girl, Jane Palmer volunteered, "yeah, she got spanked by her aunt and with the hairbrush too."
"Darn you anyhow, Jane Palmer!" Marva exclaimed, her face a furious scarlet now, "did you have to go and tell him that?"
"Well now," Buck grinned, pulling a pack of cigarettes out of the flap pocket in his leather jacket, lighting it, taking a deep puff and then sending out a wreath of blue smoke, "that's too bad, honey. I hafta see if I can't make up for that some way soon. Can I ride you anywhere ? "
"Oh my goodness no!" Marva gasped, scandalized even more now. "I'd really catch it if my aunt even found out I was talking to you again. I-I think we better keep walking, Jane."
"Suit yourself," Buck shrugged. "I'll see you again some day. And one of these days, chickie, you and me is gonna step out on the town." With that, he revved up his motorbike and disappeared down the street headed towards the south.
"Well, I never!" Jane looked at her best friend with a new light of respect in her eyes. "You didn't tell me he was that good-looking. Boy, he really is dreamy!"
"Maybe, but I still better get home. I just hope none of our nosey neighbors saw that just now, or I'll get myself tanned till it hurts. I don't want anymore of Aunt Edna's spankings, I can tell you that, Jane. Anyway, what were we talking about? Oh yes, boys. Is that-is that all you do with him? You know, what you said about the way he feels you up and-and-puts his tongue in your mouth when he kisses you. Gosh, aren't you taking an awful risk he might want to get so excited he would try to-you know, go all the way?"
"Oh no, he's too smart for that. If he got me into trouble, he'd get kicked out of school, and he wouldn't want to be off the football team. Anyway, if it came to that," Jane winked, "he knows what to do about not having babies. He told me. He uses a safe. And maybe, just maybe, if my folks go away and I get a chance to stay here by myself a little, I'm going to have him over to our house and I'm going to find out what it's all about. Want me to find a nice guy for you too, Marva?"
"Don't you dare talk like that!" the lovely young dark brown-haired teenager gasped, her eyes widening with anxiety. "I don't know when Aunt Edna will let me date with a fellow, but it's sure not now. Well, I'd better go now, I guess. See you tomorrow. Isn't it great school's going to be out Friday?"
"Oh boy, I can hardly wait. And maybe next week Dad and Mom will go out of town for a couple of days, maybe to Stockton, they've been talking about visiting some relatives there. And maybe, just maybe, they won't want to take me along and then, boy, can I ever have fun!" Jane sighed her ardent anticipation. She patted Marva on the shoulder, then waved goodbye, and hurried down the intersection at Mason Street. Marva looked after her almost wistfully.