Chapter 1

My folks didn't really go for me hanging around with Kristine so much. But I'd made vice president of my junior class and the girl's track team and had a part in my Junior-Senior Play. So they couldn't say much. With it getting close to the end of the school year my grades were right up there with the best of them. Since my dad taught at the local junior college, that pleased him. So when Kristine wanted me to do something with her, I ignored the looks my folks gave me. Couldn't a sixteen-year old girl make up her own mind when it came to who her friends were?

Kristine was so much more fun than. the crowd Mom and Dad urged me to run around with. There's nothing more boring than going out with the president of the student council and listen to him talk about getting a new jukebox for the school lounge or such stuff like that. Not that Kristine was wilder than me other kids in my class. She was just different.

I guess it was the way she thought about things. Kristine always told me everything that was on her mind. And wow, what things she had on her mind! Kristine was still a virgin and yet I could tell she knew more about sex than I did, even though Ronald Lindstrom had fucked me in the back seat of his car in the back row of a drive-in movie the first week of May. I hadn't really enjoyed it much. I sure hadn't panted and almost died like I thought happened when a girl was screwed. But at least I thought I'd have one up on Kristine.

Not lately. Virgin though she was, Kristine was having an affair with Mr. Julian Spencer. She called him Jules. Julian owned the only neat clothing store in Martinsville, a boutique called The Pink Cadillac. And what made it even scarier was that Julian was married. To a fantastic-looking lady named Beth with hair like brown silk and a face and figure to match. Kristine had been naked on Beth's bed. In the middle of the afternoon. On a school day! It just blew my mind completely. My broken cherry sure wasn't much to compare with that.

"Valerie, listen to this!"

Kristine closed her long legs and wiggled her butt back and forth on the bed. It was Friday night and I was spending it at Kristine's place. She had picked up my parents' vibes enough so that she didn't feel comfortable spending the night with me. Though my older brother Johnny sure would have dug that. He'd had the hots for Kristine since she was in junior high. Kristine made a big show of panting hard and flipped back three pages in the book she was reading. I'd been sitting crosslegged on a chair, painting my toenails with some of her dark-red polish. Both of us were stark naked. That was the way Kristine always thought of it. A girl wasn't just naked. She was stark naked.

"Where'd you get that book anyhow?" I put the tiny brush back into the bottle and screwed it tight. "I told you it was a secret." Then she tossed her mane of snow-blonde hair and wrinkled her nose at me. "Jules gave it to me, if you really have to know. But, Val . . . listen to this!" Kristine licked her lips to begin. I listened.

". . . you've been saving it too long, Shelly,' Jason breathed. My cunt seemed to clasp and suck at the huge prick that had invaded it, and the insides of my thighs were slick with my own juice and blood. Now his cock-tip drove against the end of my cunt. I squealed and tossed under his strong body. 'That's where I want to put my jizz,' Jason growled. 'As deep as it'll go . . .'"

Kristine shut the paperback and tossed it aside. She drew her knees up until I saw the blonde down on her cunt glistening with dampness. I knew she was putting on a show for me. But it wasn't all show. Kristine was a very sensual girl.

"Julian gave you that book?"

"He's trying to seduce me."

Kristine sighed and her right hand smoothed across her belly. I wasn't surprised when her fingers gingerly petted the sparse curls of her beaver apart and eased into the glossy pink folds of her slit. Kristine and I were pretty frank about sex. I'd watched her finger-fuck herself to orgasm at least three times and she'd watched me once. I was shyer than Kristine by nature.

"Jules thinks that if I read enough of this stuff, I'll get me idea that fucking him would be nice . . ."

She sighed again and the toes on her left foot fanned apart. I couldn't help but watch the steady back and forth slide of Kristine's finger as it gouged in the warm depths of her cunt. Shivers ran through me. I took a long breath and tried to hold it. But then I was watching Kristine wiggling around on her bed, watching the shining cunt-juice collect on her finger. I let the breath out. My own cunt was glowing like I'd lit a match to it. I blew on my toenails and touched one to see if it was still tacky.

"It's awful . . . the things Jules does to me," Kristine breathed.

Her voice sounded so innocent. That was one of the fascinating things about Kristine. She was innocent. Not naive maybe. But innocent. I wanted to counter with some sexy story about how Ronald had fucked me in the back seat of his car. But just watching Kristine play with her cunt was more exciting than the screw had been. She moaned and threw her legs out straight on the mattress. Her calves were all bunched up and the tendons in her ankles stuck out like ropes.

"I told you what he did that afternoon at his place . . . didn't I?"

Kristine pulled her fingers from her cunt. The sound they made coming loose from the hot folds of her snatch made me breathe funny again. I stood up and went to look at myself in the big mirror on her dresser. But Kristine's reflection was there, too. She was smelling her fingers like they were covered with the world's most expensive perfume instead of cunt juice. I swallowed hard.

"You told me he made you come twice." I shrugged and pulled some of my brown hair over the fronts of my shoulders. "That's all."

"But that wasn't all, Valerie! It was the way he did it.. . Ohhhhhh!" She curved her back down into the bed, tilting her crotch up. Then her fingers were sliding into the hot mess of her oozing cunt again. "He did it with his mouth, Val. With his tongue!"

I was too weak-kneed to stand up any longer. I knew what Kristine wanted. She wanted to tell me all about how Jules had eaten her cunt. She wanted to get me horny. It was in the air. . . as strong as the musky aroma of her seeping cunt.

Kristine stretched up to turn off the overhead light. Now there was only the glow from the lamp between the twin beds. I went over and flopped down on mine. It was easy to push the guilt I felt off into a corner of my mind. Girls didn't go around playing with their cunts. Somebody had stuck that little rule inside my head; Mama had. Even letting Ronald Lindstrom screw me didn't seem quite so naughty as finger-fucking. But around Knstine it was easy to be a little wicked. Because she was so innocent about it all. The soft, wet click of Kristine's fingers diddling at her gash came to me. I let my own hand search over the swell of one tit and down my flat belly. Then I curled my fingers under my cunt-mound and pressed in gently. The plump cunt heat seeped slickness.

". . . so Jules had me there in broad daylight. I mean I didn't have a stitch on, Val! Stark naked in his wife's bedroom! I was just about to come anyway . . . then he started licking the bottoms of my feet. Between my toes and all that kind of stuff! I was sure glad I hadn't worn my stinky old tennies on the way over to his place . . ."

"What about his wife?" I dared to let a finger slip between my outer cunt-lips. The touch against my clit made my whole body jerk.

"His wife was visiting a friend. That's what Jules said.

Kristine's breathing changed. It was husky and gasping.

"Well, he finally licked his way up my legs. I mean I was all wet, Valerie! with his spit! Ohhhhhh. . . did that feel nice! And then he was soooo close to my . . . you know . . . cunt! I don't know what made me do it, but I just grabbed his head with both hands and pulled it against my pussy.',

She grunted and I heard the slurp of her fingers working faster in her dripping gash.

"I couldn't help it, Val. And Jules seemed to like it. He started licking my pussy like crazy! I could feel his teeth and lips and especially his tongue. My clit got so fat I thought it was gonna bust!

My own clit felt plump, too. As I caressed it with my thumb, it grew thicker and firmer. It was standing up from the soft pussy-petals surrounding it. I bobbed my hips on the bed. I guess I was breathing kinda loud, too, because Kristine looked over at me.

"You getting hot?"

"Damn it, yes!" She didn't see me blush. "What did he do then?"

"He would lick my pussy real fast for a while and then do it so slow I couldn't hardly breathe . . ."

Kristine's voice sounded like she was trying to talk and hang from the edge of a cliff at the same time. I looked over. Her knees were back against her small titties. Her cunt was all swollen from the inside out. It looked like a dark, raw flower and the dim light from the lamp made the juicy pink membranes glisten. Kristine's hand shook as she moved it up and down the steamy slit of her cunt.

"Sometimes I just went wild and rubbed my cunt against him as hard as I could but he'd pull back enough to make me just hang there. Ohhh, Valerie! It was like torture and like the best feelin' thing in the world." She sucked in a breath. "Both at the same time."

"But you said you came . . ."

"The first time I just about fainted."

Kristine pointed one foot high in the air. Her body jerked on the bed. I could hardly understand her words now, but I didn't want her to stop. My own cunt was dripping juice for me to smooth over the delicate surface of my clit. A hot, insistent tickle was growing there. I didn't want it to grow too fast. But I didn't want to lose it, either.

"The second time I bit my lip so hard it bled and then Julian was climbing all over me and begging me to let him fuck me." Kristine gurgled deep in her throat. "I . . . really . . . wanted . . to. . . Valerie. Huuhhnnnn . . . Ohhhh, God, here I gooooo!"

Kristine rolled suddenly onto her belly. With both hands jammed down on her cunt, her ass plunged up and down. The arch of her back was sharp when she humped back, and the blurry excitement of her movements and the gasping noise she was making pushed me closer, too. I tried to imagine Julian Spencer's mouth against Kristine's blonde pussy. It wasn't hard. Julian was darkly good-looking, with the kind of haircut you could only get in a big city. He was slim and graceful, not muscled. He wore his clothes just right, whether he had on denims or tweed. I tried to pretend he was kissing my cunt. The mere idea sent a burst of pure pleasure up my backbone, and I began to writhe like Kristine was doing.

I closed my eyes tighter and let my fantasy expand. Julian was shoving his tongue deep into my cunt! It felt like a smooth, hot cock. Not the hurting, rubber-sheathed kind like Ronald Lindstrom had fucked me with. Ohhhh, Julian's tongue was doing terrible, terrible things to me! Like he'd done to Kristine. I squirmed as he began to lick his way up my belly. Then his mouth surrounded one of my tits. I had bigger boobs than Kristine, and he whispered how pretty they were. Julian was whispering something else, too. He was begging to fuck me!

"Yessss . . . fuck me, Julian . . . Ohhh please . . . fuck me!"

I just whispered the words, not wanting Kristine to hear. In my dreamy heat I plunged three fingers into my cunt-hole and pretended Julian was fucking me. In and out I slid my fingers, humping my butt up to the stab of them . . . my thumb rubbing my clit to a fever. Ohhhh, he was fucking me! I could almost feel his slender body between my thighs. I could almost feel his mouth hungry for mine!

I pointed my toes like Kristine had done. It was something I hadn't known about, but the instant my calves went hard, new and more exciting jolts jabbed through my body. I shuddered as the itchy goodness climbed over my skin. My cunt flooded over my knuckles until the sound of my fingers sliding in and out of my hole swept everything else out of my senses. That sound! It was sexy. The sound of something spearing my slippery, wet cunt and then sucking out again. My snatch hadn't been so wet when Ronald had fucked me that night at the drive-in. I hadn't been so excited.

I wanted to roll over! I hardly had the strength to do it, but somehow I managed to turn on my side and then press my tits down hard on the mattress. Ohhhh, how good that felt! Frantically I grabbed the pillow and pulled it under me. With my eyes closed, I humped my hips against the soft lump, pretending again that it was some man's body. Julian again! I was coming now. My skin flushed and tingled. My breath was almost a bark as my convulsing, squirming body forced air from my lungs in short bursts.

"NNNNNhhuuuuu!"

I opened my legs as far as they'd go and ground my hips hard. The itchy pleasure turned to a maddening storm of turbulent sensations. For an instant I seemed to slide along that frenzied edge, too excited to take a breath, too pent up to do anything but dig at my open, dripping pussy with both hands. Then the limb on which I seemed to be clinging, snapped. I plummeted into the thankful radiance of release! My senses overflowed with the thrill of it. I cried out, not caring who heard.

When I opened my eyes, Kristine hovered close, a big smile on her face. Then she tossed her blonde hair and danced across the room giggling. It took me a few minutes before I could push me pillow behind my head and roll over.

"So you've been thinking about Julian?" she teased. I bit my lip. As close as we were, I never seemed to know which direction Kristine was going to push the conversation. She dabbed with a towel at her cunt. I shrugged, blushed as always. Kristine dropped the towel and stood before the mirror. I watched her admire herself. She was like some princess adoring herself. She pinched each of her small, pink nipples and pouted at the smallness of her tits. Kristine's hips were slim, her waist tiny. That was part of her innocence. That willowy, almost childlike body. But she wasn't any child.

"I don't care, Valerie. I mean really I'm kind of bored with Julian." She hugged herself. "He wants to fuck me awful bad. Do you think I should let him?"

I'd gotten my breath back. "I don't know. .."

"Would you?"

"God, Kristine, he's married and all. I . . ."

"Oh, come on. You're not a virgin." She came over to sit on the edge of my bed. Her face was flushed with excitement. She licked her lips in a sexy way and leaned close to whisper. "Wouldn't it feel good to let him slide his cock inside your cunt?"

I shook my head. "Well, if it feels so good, why haven't you?"

Kristine pretended to be examining her navel. She plucked at an imaginary hair and pouted all the more.

"I don't know. Something makes me. .. kinda hold back." She sighed. "Do you think I'm hysterical.

"What?"

"An hysterical virgin. Haven't you heard about . . ."

"Kristine, I never know how to take what you say. I get the feeling you're pulling my leg."

I got up and went to stand before the mirror myself. I was still a little shaky. I studied my own, fleshier body. When I wasn't standing beside Kristine, I didn't look too bad. I had those nice big tits, the nipples dark and thick. And my cunt hair was a pretty triangle of lustrous, brown curls. Would Julian Spencer think I was pretty if he happened to see me without any clothes? How did I know what a male might like? I felt so cut off from that world. From the things that ran through a man's head when he was with a girl. Kristine knew more than I did. The virgin thing didn't matter so much really. She knew what to do with her hands. I'd seen her touch a boy in the hall at school once in a way that just about made him drop his books.

"Oh, I forgot to tell you," Kristine said, brushing her hair now. "My folks are going to San Francisco for a month." She gave me a look. "A whole month, Valerie."

"I bet you'll have a good time," I said.

"Valerie! I don't want to go anywhere. Don't you see?" She put the brush down and cupped her boobs up. "Damn. I wish they'd start growing a little faster." Her eyes brushed over my tits. "Like yours."

I was still feeling a little funny about the way Kristine had overheard the gasping Julian's name. She'd watched me come and squirm and go half-crazy and it didn't even make her blush. Kristine looked at sex like a child poking a stick at an ant hill. And with all her talk about being tired of Julian, I knew she wasn't through with him. Not yet.

She got something out of a drawer and poured liquid in a glass. Then I saw the small, half-pint bottle. She swirled the amber liquor and sniffed it like it was medicine.

"I asked Julian to buy me some. I was curious." She sipped and made a face. "Want to try?"

"No. Thanks anyhow." I picked up me book Kristine had read from, read a sentence or two and felt kind of strange all over. I put it back down on the night table. Kristine was tasting the liquor, trying to decide if she liked it or not.

"Julian wants me to suck his cock," she said matter-of-factly. I held my breath. "I can tell he's starting to get the urge. Lots of hints. He likes me to fool around with it." She perched on the edge of her bed, glass balanced in her fingers. "Reminds me of how I used to drive Eddy Donner half-crazy after a football game. He'd be all tired and worn out and I could just about make him cry . . ."

The idea of sucking a man's cock was so far out to me that I could only sit there with my ears burning. I tried to imagine Kristine's curvy lips opening to take. .. it was too intense. .. the image in my mind. How it would sound, how it would feel to her.

"Julian's got a pretty big cock, too." She licked her upper lip in an intentionally erotic way. "Sometimes I wonder what it would be like to have it between my teeth like that. So helpless, really." She shivered and threw her head back. "You could just kind of bite his cock and let him know . . ."

"Kristine, you're crazy as hell." I laughed and got up to break the mood. Kristine always could get to me with her talk. She wasn't afraid to think anything. . . say anything!

"Maybe I should invite Julian over when my folks leave."

"When are they leaving?"

"Day after tomorrow."

I went to the bathroom and sat on the commode. It burned a little to pee and when I looked down between my thighs, I could see me inflamed tissues still swollen out from between my furred, outer cunt-lips. For a second I began to feel sorry for myself I didn't have a boy friend. I didn't really know what fucking and sucking were all about. And I couldn't get over being embarrassed every time the word sex was mentioned. It seemed like all I could do was play with my pussy and imagine a married man, Kristine's eager lover. And then I wasn't feeling sorry for myself at all. I was thinking of the idea Kristine had planted in my head. That she didn't mind that I thought about Julian in a sexual way. The logical conclusion seemed to be that maybe Julian might think of me in a sexual way.

I patted my cunt with a tissue and flushed the commode. How ridiculous. Julian wouldn't look twice at me, even if I did have the nerve to give him the come-on. I didn't have any of Kristine's flare. And though I was reasonably nice-looking, my features were pretty ordinary compared to my exotic blonde friend.

My fantasy dissolved completely. When I came out of the bathroom, I had descended from my imaginary world. I was just a plain-pretty sixteen-year-old girl again who'd had one shabby experience getting fucked in the back seat of a guy's car and was scared stiff I might have another one. Kristine lay on her stomach on her bed, the glass of whiskey held lightly in her fingers, the erotic book propped open under the light.

"I think I'd like to taste some cum by myself before I let a guy shoot in my mouth," she said flipping a page. "Wouldn't you, Val?"

"No!"

I took the pint bottle from Kristine's dresser, opened it to take a sniff and screwed the cap back on quickly. But my head was swirling with another of Kristine's images. Of her stretching her long neck forward, holding her hair out of the way as she sipped from a tablespoon. And in the tablespoon was the whitish stuff I'd seen bagging out the tip of Ronald Lindstrom's rubber when he'd slipped it from his cock and knotted it. Kristine was getting crazier all the time.