Chapter 3
Cindy sat on the hard wooden bench watching the hands of the clock. She had already been there an hour. The only relief in the wait had been when Mrs. Montague had gone in and out, presumably to have another teacher take the roll in her next class.
When her mother showed up, Cindy's heart fell into her shoes. The thing she'd dreaded had happened. Her mother was sure to know about it. Cindy turned her head away and tried to shrink into the corner.
Mona looked at her daughter. Maternal concern welled up in her as she took a step toward the girl. The institutional-green door opened, stopping Mona in her tracks.
The middle-aged woman who came into the waiting area looked as if she'd just left a quilting bee, in her tent-like floral dress. "Mrs. Russell? I'm Miss Stoat, the girls' vice-principal. Would you and Cindy please come into my office?" She held the door open and waited. Her formal smile looked chilly on her suety face.
"Yes, thank you." Mona waited for her foot-dragging daughter to precede her. She gave Cindy's hand a brief squeeze, but her daughter didn't respond.
Cindy and her mother took the chairs Miss Stoat indicated. The basilisk's sanctum was cramped, filled with filing cabinets and the cheap trophies a petty tyrant gathers over decades. Mrs. Montague sat, rigid as a poker, against the wall near Stoat's chair.
Mona was dressed attractively, in a dress that concealed her sensual shapeliness without making her look dowdy. She held her purse nervously on her tight-pressed knees and asked, "What is it, Miss Stoat?"
Cindy squirmed in the straight-backed chair. The vice-principal gave her a poor imitation of a kindly-glance, then said, "I'm sorry to have to tell you this, Mrs. Russell, but one of my staff found Cindy masturbating while looking into the boys' locker room."
Cindy wanted to fall through the floor. She was on the verge of tears, and everywhere she looked in the tiny office, accusing eyes confronted her.
"I don't believe it. Cindy wouldn't do such a thing, Miss Stoat. If this lady," she nodded toward Mrs. Montague, "is accusing my daughter, she must be mistaken." Mona Russell felt defensive, then angry, feeling that the iron-haired principal was attacking her personally. "Maybe I should talk to the school board. You people should never allow the children access to the other sex's nakedness!"
"Excuse me," Mrs. Montague spoke up. "We try our best, Mrs. Russell, but Cindy went to the trouble to steal a ladder so she could look through the transom on the blind side of the building. I assure you, I made no mistake. The girl was so intent on defiling herself that she didn't hear me coming. I caught her with her panties off, standing far above eye level. I shudder to think what might have happened if one of the boys had seen her there."
"Is this true?" Mona said, looking at Cindy. The curvy little brunette nodded, still refusing to look at her mother. Her long brown hair fell in a curtain, hiding her profile. Mona sat in shocked silence for a moment, struggling for self-control.
Miss Stoat flipped through an open folder on her desk. "We have several options in the educational code, Mrs. Russell. Mrs. Montague feels that we should expel Cindy, as we have the right to do." She waited for a reaction, looking back at the papers as Mona's eyes misted with tears. "Expulsion requires a full report to the disciplinary committee of the board, in writing. Of course, the records are confidential."
"No! You mustn't expel her, Miss Stoat. I can't afford a private school."
Miss Stoat glanced up, then shuffled through more papers. "According to the consent forms, you can be reached at the Lucky Lady Lounge. You own it, don't you?" Mona nodded.
"Scarcely the best sort of environment for a young girl," Mrs. Montague sniffed. "She'd always seemed such a promising student."
"I-I invested all of my husband's estate in it," Mona stammered. "I'm still paying it off, and we don't have very much money." She felt degraded by the questioning, and Mona began to be angry with her daughter for causing it. She was mad at herself for answering, and she translated her shame into bitterness for Cindy.
"There is another option, Mrs. Russell." Miss Stoat slid a drawer open and brought out a list. "We could let Cindy continue on here at Schweitzer without any more than a reprimand, but neither Mrs. Montague nor myself feel that is advisable."
"What are you going to do to me?" Cindy asked, speaking for the first time since Mrs. Montague had caught her.
Miss Stoat smiled thinly at the girl's quivery response. "We're going to see that you get help, Cindy."
Cindy sat as far from her mother as she could on the way home. Mona didn't speak to the child for several minutes, cursing the traffic under her breath and grabbing aggressively for advantages at stoplights.
"What happened? Why did you embarrass me like that, Cindy?" Mona fumed. "My help at the bar is robbing me blind, but I still try to spend all the time I can with you. Why did you do this to me?" Her knuckles were white on the steering wheel. "You know they could take you away from me if you get caught doing anything like that again!"
"I'm sorry, Mom. I was just, you know, curious, that's all." Cindy pouted, sneaking occasional looks at her mother. "I wanted to find out what the boys look like, you know?"
"Great. Your curiosity made a spectacle of both of us! If you were just curious, why did you have your panties off? I don't want you to be pregnant when you're fifteen, like I was." Mona gritted her teeth and spat the words at her daughter. She parked the car and yanked savagely at the brake.
"I took 'em off because, well, I felt really funny. I don't really know how to describe it, Mom, but just thinking about seeing them made my pussy real warm." Cindy paused. "Why did you tell me not to touch myself down there?"
Mona looked at her daughter. The wheels spun behind her cool grey gaze, trying to come up with an answer. She opened the door and marched toward the apartment building, still wondering. It never hurt me, after all. Maybe if I'd ignored my mother and masturbated when I was little I wouldn't have had to get married so soon. I didn't even start until Cindy 's father died.
Sometimes it even feels better than screwing, like when Ron's too drunk and I'm horny. But why did she do it? I wasn't like that when I was her age!
Cindy tagged along after her mother, waiting for an answer until they had reached the apartment. "Why, Mom? I mean, what's wrong with it?"
"It's just not right. I never thought I'd have to explain anything like that to you," Mona said. "It-it destroys your willpower. It's unhealthy. And right out there in public!"
"But why? How is it unhealthy? I don't feel sick, and I didn't hurt myself." Cindy pouted. "It made me feel really good."
"I can tell this is useless. You just won't listen to me, Cindy." Mona picked up the telephone. "Maybe one of these psychiatrists can make you understand." She looked at the list of names and phone numbers, picking one of the five almost at random.
Cindy wandered to her room and changed out of her school clothes. The little girl put on a long, flowing robe. She wanted to shower the sticky feeling of embarrassed fear from her skin.
Mona was speaking into the receiver when Cindy came out again. "You do have a cancellation? I'll be there at four." She put the handset down.
"What was that, Mom? Where are you going?" Cindy asked. "It's after three already."
"I'm going to see one of the psychiatrists Miss Stoat recommended. You stay right here in the house. I won't have time to come back before I go to the bar tonight, so I'm going to have to trust you." Mona looked at her cuddly daughter and her anger subsided. "Be good tonight, Cindy."
Cindy went to her young mother's open arms and hugged her. "I will, Mom. Tell me what the doctor says, okay?"
"Sure, baby. Don't make any calls to your friends, Cindy. I have to find out what Dr. Piersall thinks I should do with you." Mona kissed her daughter's forehead and left.
Cindy sat on the couch after the door closed. The day had gone awry very early, and this was the first chance she'd had to collect her thoughts.
Why do I have to see a shrink? They'll kick me out of school if I don't, but I'm not crazy. At least, I don't think I am. What good will a psychiatrist do? I mean, I wouldn't be surprised if Mom spanked me, but what kind of help does Miss Stoat think I'll get?
Jenny Blankenchip has to go see one all the time, but she's weird. She never says anything that makes sense. She even confuses the teachers, and then she makes fun of them. I don't do any of that stuff. Gawd, just because I played with my pussy-and I only did it one time!
Maybe I ought to make it worthwhile. It's gonna cost Mom money for me to go there anyway. He's supposed to cure whatever's wrong with me, so I might as well make it good and wrong.
Cindy threw her robe open. She had taken her bra and panties when she changed, so the curvy thirteen-year-old was quite naked under the long flannel garment. She liked to study in the sunshine, lying on the building's roof in a scanty bikini. Cindy's tan was deep and rich. Her shoulders and belly were almost the same shade as her light-brown hair.
I never even looked at my body before. Mom never let me, and I always listened to her. I learned more in that sex class in seventh grade from those pictures than from seeing myself!
Cindy shrugged out of the robe and double-checked the lock on the door. Her white buttocks rolled enticingly when she walked. There was a wide, shallow dimple on the outside of each cheek, and the cleavage between was narrow and deep. Her full thighs brushed sweetly against each other when she walked.
The creamy baubles of her umber-nippled titties rose upward, flattening as she stretched her arms up over her head. Cindy rolled her head in a slow circle, trying to rid herself of the tension in her neck. She walked across the thick carpet of the living room and opened the hall closet. She rummaged for her mother's massager, hoping that its soothing vibrations would unkink her neck.
Cindy unwound the cord and slipped the device onto her hand. She straightened the little springs on her palm and bent to plug it in. Her buttocks spread when she knelt on the floor and the lower portion of her pussy mound peeked out behind. The little slit was already slightly pink as she ran the various plans through her mind.
What can I do that's as crazy as they say I am? If I'm going to play with my pussy, I might as well do it real good, so I'll have something to tell the doctor.
Cindy sat down on the couch and turned the massager on. She leaned forward and looked at her cunny while she ran the buzzing machine over her neck.
The hair on Cindy's vulva was darker than the light-brown strands on her head. It started just at the lower edge of the pad over her pubic bone, then tapered to a triangle, pointing down toward her rectum. Cindy spread her knees and sat cross-legged, brushing the dark floss out of the way with her free hand.
Cindy began whispering to herself. "I don't see any reason not to touch it. I'm supposed to wash myself every time, but that sure doesn't feel the same." She ran her fingertips over the outer edges of her labia, where the hair hadn't started to grow.
"It doesn't look like I hurt myself. That feeling's starting up again," Cindy breathed. "I can't even see anything that could make it feel so neat.
"It got all slippery before." Cindy stuck her finger in her mouth and ran it along the central crease. The hairs parted silkily at her touch, and a mild shiver went from the pussylips to the base of Cindy's spine.
"Mmh-humm," Cindy said. "That's what makes it feel good, when I get wet like that." She parted the floss again and watched the little crevice turn a darker pink.
"Nice and warm, it even looks nice and warm," she said. Her hand still held the buzzing massager at her nape, but Cindy moved it slower and slower.
Cindy wet her fingertip in her mouth again. She smelled an odd scent as she kissed her finger, but it wasn't urine. She rather liked it. With her finger thoroughly wet, she slid it deeper between the private folds.
"Oh, yes! That's where it is," she exclaimed. She dragged the tip of her finger from the base of her cuntal wedge to the very top of the soft slit. There was a strange, cushiony feeling in there that kissed at her finger.
Cindy parted the lips of her cunny with her thumb and forefinger. The inside of the pouting lips was even pinker than the flush that spread across her mound. Two reddish folds ran along the newly-discovered valley, and they glistened with shiny moisture. The air chilled them, and Cindy watched them pucker. The shiver ran along the flesh, clear to her rectum.
"Oooh, that's nice," Cindy purred. "Why does just looking at it feel so good?" She tried to spread the outer lips further, and she slid her bottom forward on the couch.
Cindy's grey eyes sparkled. The little inside folds were growing as she looked at them. The color richened, turning to a moist red. The wet skin widened and her inner labia stood out a little further from the center of her pussy.
A hot, tight feeling started at the top of her intimate crevice. At first it was just a tiny sensation, like an old mosquito bite, but it grew. Cindy watched the little triangle of skin at the top of her slit rise up from the glossy floor of the cuntal valley. She pressed at one side of the slippery wedge and it made her shiver.
"That's the part that felt so good before," Cindy marveled. She pinched the slippery wad of flesh between two fingers. "Oh, yes! It must be my clitoris," she whispered.
Cindy's hand kneaded automatically at her nape. She turned her free wrist around so she could see into her pussy better. The little brunette parted her labia with her fingers and rubbed gently at her vagina with the heel of her hand. Slippery, heavy-scented juices coated her palm. Her hole heated up like a little oven.
"Now let's see what it looks like," Cindy hissed. The oily feel of her labia enchanted her. She tried to draw the little hood of wet skin away from her stiff love-button, but she couldn't quite see it. She felt the minuscule pencil's length, though her finger obscured the sight.
Cindy bent forward further, until she was looking straight into the parted lips of her pussy. Like a little red cap, a fold of skin hid the tip where the hot sensuality lay. Cindy stuck a fingertip into the fold and touched her clitty. Her asscheeks tightened reflexively, rocking her pelvis from side to side.
"Aaahhhh," she crooned. A little gush of feeling ran through her limbs. She felt a luxurious warmth flow out of her vagina onto her hand.
Cindy wanted to inspect this magical little organ. It seemed to have far too much feeling for its size. She untangled the still-whirring massager from her hair and tried to expose the sensitive nubbin.
The vibrator held her fingers together, as if she wore a mitten. Cindy tried separating her pussylips with those fingertips. A spasm shook her body. She squealed and jerked the shuddering machine away.
"My Gawd! That's incredible! It's like an electric shock!" Cindy had jerked upright so quickly that her titties bounced. Her eyes were round as an owl's.
Cindy's hand slowly sank down to her plump thigh. The massager was still turned on, and her rippling flesh transmitted tiny tingles to her cunny. The excitement that had leapt so high and fast faded with exquisite slowness.
Her pulse still racing, Cindy's thoughts ran wild. "If just touching makes me crazy, this will blow my mind!" She moved her hand up the inside of her thigh and felt the heat rising again in her pussy.
"I don't know if I can stand it," she muttered. "Jesus, this feels good." Cindy cupped her free hand over her mound and squeezed the flesh. She wanted to insulate her cunny from the amazing shock.
Cindy spread her legs as far as they would go. Her left hand slowly came closer to her crotch. The girl tormented herself with the delay. She had to move her shuddering toy back toward her knee at one point. The tight-stretched tendon inside her thigh shook her whole pussy when her hand buzzed onto it.
Cindy lifted her hand from her thigh. She brought the machine slowly over her mound-cupping hand, then settled over her pussy. One finger of her right hand stole into her vagina as she kneaded the swampy flesh of her love mound.
"Oh, Mother! You should have told me-ee!" Her voice rose higher. The vibrator jostled the eager nerves of her pussy. Her finger slid further into the tight mouth of her hole. The whole floor of her pelvis quivered.
"Yeah, oh yeah," she breathed. Cindy's ears burned, but her attention was riveted on her pussy. The whole sensuous area was coming alive to her kneading and poking.
Cindy's labia jiggled like firm jelly in her hand. Her clitoris ached with stiff delight. Even when she'd been cumming atop the step-ladder, the fiery little button hadn't been this hard. Cindy uncrossed her legs and sat on the edge of the couch with her knees wide open.
"More, I need more of it," Cindy decided. She slipped her right hand out from under the buzzing massager and groaned with the sudden increase of her lust.
Her hand shook as she raised it to her creamy titties. She squeezed her nipples unconsciously until they were harder than cherry pits. The little buds sent reinforcing flashes of fire down to her pussy. Cindy's head lolled back against the couch.
"Ohhh, it's so gooood! I don't believe it. This can't happen!" Cindy closed her round thighs on her hand. She slipped two fingers into her cunt. Her hips rocked in a steady fuck-roll. The sweet pear-shaped mounds of her tits rose and fell with her feverish panting. Cindy's cunt juice drowned her fingertip.
Cindy took her hand from her tit. She needed all the strength of both arms to force the vibrator against her cunt. She squealed and wiggled, her cum building higher and higher. The little brunette's whole body stiffened and relaxed under the lusty pulses of her flesh.
The machine's shuddering wrenched her guts. Cindy's body maintained the even, sensuous beat of her sustained cum. but the spasm of clenching in each muscle lasted longer and longer. She tensed most of the time, then fell halfway back to the couch. The little girl was rigid with ecstasy. The cords stood out in her throat and arms. Even Cindy's toes curled, making her calves stand out.
Her cunt gushed fluid. Between the spasms, another fingertip slipped into her hole, then a third. Cindy writhed like a snake, her long brown hair hiding her face. The overwhelming power of her cum made her breath gust in sobs. Tears spattered from her eyes, sprinkling the sofa.
Cindy was stiff as a board with each raging peak of feeling. Her back arched like a bow. She threw her head from side to side. Her wrists kept flexing, working the blazing vibrations into her cunt. Cindy's heels left the carpet, then pounded down again until she fell off the couch.
Cindy's tight grip on her ecstasy machine yanked the cord out of the wall. She rolled onto her back, still wrenched by cum-bursts. Her hands pressed into her crotch until the overwhelming sensations finally tapered off, leaving her sweating on the floor. Her features lost the urgent, grasping look of her cum and her lips moved slowly, soundlessly.
"That was out of sight!"