Chapter 7
After that night she'd spent alone with Tony, Sally Jean felt her life had been changed. No longer did she avoid girls like Noreen at school. The redhead was her favorite companion. At breaks between classes and recesses the two of them talked about their favorite subjects: fucking and boys. Noreen, it seemed, was always hot. And Sally Jean was forever remembering the fantastic yearning she had experienced that night with Tony.
It was a couple of weeks later, and her parents were going to be gone overnight again, and Sally Jean asked them if it would be all right to have a girl friend over for the evening. She tried to make the request as casual as she could.
"Sure, baby," her father said. They were at breakfast and he was hiding behind his news paper as was usual. But he did put it down to look at her when he gave her permission. "Anything my baby wants, she gets," he chuckled.
"I hope she's a nice girl." Sally's mother, smiled from making breakfast. She was a handsome woman and for the first time Sally Jean realized what a nice looking couple her father and mother made. And she was secretly ashamed of misleading them.
They'd die, she thought, if they knew Tony and I had fucked all over the place the last time they were gone. If they knew, would they trust me now ?
Tony was sitting across the table from her and Sally Jean noticed how he frowned when she got permission. She knew that he wanted to spend the night alone with her again. She was willing to bet he was horny as anything. She'd brushed against him in the hall earlier and had felt the size and hardness of his erection. He just wanted a hot, juicy pussy to stick it in. She knew that's why he was so eager to be alone with her.
Smiling sweetly back at him, she polished off her breakfast. "Yes, Daddy," she answered. "Noreen is the best behaved girl in our class. She never does anything wrong."
Tony frowned deeper at her endorsement of Noreen. When her father returned to reading his newspaper and her mother's back was turned, Sally Jean stuck her tongue out at Tony just so he had something to be sulky about.
In response, her brother gave her the finger and quickly had to hide it.
Sally Jean was happy he did. Just looking at his finger was enough to make her horny. There was no question in her mind that she would love to be finger fucked right then.
After school that day, Sally Jean and Noreen walked home together.
"How did you get them to let me come over?" Noreen asked. The redhead was walking on the curbside of the sidewalk. She was wearing a short, Kelly green skirt that barely covered her crotch and a softer green knit blouse that showed off her small breasts. Her nipples poked the material out in sharp little peaks.
Sally had been amused by Noreen all the way home. The girl had deliberately been flicking her skirt with her hand as she walked, making it flip up and expose the rounded bottoms of her buttocks. And she was wearing the sheerest pink panties imaginable.
It seemed in no time that there was a parade of slow moving cars going by with male drivers craning their necks to get a better look. And acting as if she didn't know anything was happening was innocent Noreen.
Sally Jean giggled and then Noreen joined her and in a moment the two girls had burst out into laughter. They leaned against one an other practically in tears while the traffic speeded up.
"I bet they all thought I was naked under my skirt," Noreen said, wiping the tears from her eyes. "I'll bet I can cause a traffic accident doing that some day."
Sally Jean surveyed the quiet, tree-lined street. "Not on this block," she said. "But maybe uptown where there's more traffic. Like, at an intersection."
"That's a good idea." Noreen smiled at her. "Let's do it next week."
"Well...." Sally Jean said. "Maybe. I've got to think about it."
And indeed she did. There was a thrill between her legs as she imagined herself walking down the street with Noreen, flicking her skirt up the way the redhead did while cursing drivers ran into each other. Of course, it was hard to flip the skirt right. Sally had tried after watching Noreen do it for a while. But she thought she could learn. She trembled delicately as she imagined her practically naked behind exposed to the people on the street. And then a fresh stirring of her mushy pussy and the knowledge that her panties were getting wet convinced Sally Jean that, yes, she'd like very much to do it.
Just before they walked up the sidewalk to the white portecoed house where Sally and Tony lived, Noreen hesitated. "Your brother is all right, isn't he? I mean, he isn't really kinky or anything?" For the first time Noreen seemed a bit worried.
Sally Jean laughed. "I'll keep him in line. You'd better believe it."
And then the two girls were walking through the front door into the house.
Tony was sitting on an easy chair, one leg over the arm with a beer in his hand when they walked in. "Hi," he said sourly. He was obviously disappointed that Sally Jean had brought Noreen home after all. The boy had been expecting that his sister would break down and come borne alone so that they could ball all evening.
"Hi," Sally Jean said. "This is Noreen." Then she began to unbutton her white blouse.
"Hi," Noreen added. She undid her green mini-skirt and let it fall around her ankles. And then she kicked it away and stood in her pink, sheer panties and green blouse.
"Wolf," Tony said. His eyes practically rolled out of his head and he forgot the beer he was holding in his hand. He just stared at his sister and the redhead.
Sally Jean smiled. She could handle her brother, all right. His cock had hardened like a stick and was shoving the front of his pants out. His blue jeans stretched across the bulge of his crotch so hard that it looked like a seam would split.
Unhurriedly, Sally Jean finished unbuttoning her blouse and took it off and draped it over the back of the couch. She felt funny, standing in the front room with her breasts bare, her pink little nipples quivering at every breeze that wafted through. But she felt good, too, knowing her brother was looking and getting harder and harder.
Noreen smiled at Tony. The boy's eyes kept darting back and forth. From one to the other-then back again. He was tantalized by his sister's quivering boobs. His mouth was salivating from wanting to suck them. But Noreen's bare legs and pink panties turned him on too. He could just see the soft, red fuzz over her pussy through the nylon. And he wanted to stick his tongue in there. He wanted to crank Noreen's pretty little box up and start her motor running until he fucked her blue in the face.
Tony gulped a swig of beer-and then started choking and gasping for air.
Still smiling at him, Noreen had eased her panties over her slender hips and let the wisp of nylon flutter down her legs like a dropped piece of tissue.
The sight of Noreen's pretty little pussy made Tony's penis feel like a crowbar being twisted out of shape in the tight confines of his pants. The boy knew instantly what he wanted.
His fingers opened the fly of his pants and let his massive, throbbing penis out to breathe. He knew, in just a moment when the trembles stopped running through him, he was going to get up and walk over to the redhead and throw her on the floor and shove his penis up her neat, pink and red little cunny. But first he needed a drink of beer.
Sally Jean grinned. Looking at Noreen wearing nothing but her skin tight green blouse that ended at her belly button, and then the smooth curve of creamy flesh down into the triangle of red pubic hair turned her on, too. It was even sexier than seeing Noreen masturbating in the school showers. For some reason, too, Sally was excited because Noreen was still wearing her highheeled pumps. They made the girl stand taller. But they also seemed to make her more vulnerable-if that was possible to accomplish.
And then Sally Jean dropped her own skirt and panties and Tony's eyes really bugged out as he stared at his sister's long, beautiful thighs and the soft spot where they met and where he had been playing with his tongue and cock and fingers the previous week.
"You want some?" Sally Jean asked her brother teasingly.
Reluctantly the teenaged boy stared at her and nodded his head. He couldn't do that. It felt as if his teeth were falling out, he was clenching them so hard.
"You're going to have to start by eating our snatches-both of them." Sally Jean stared at her brother, not sure that he'd do it. But she and Noreen had agreed, no nooky unless he performed right. Noreen had told Sally she had never had a boy stick his tongue in her twat and she really wanted it after Sally told her what it felt like.
Sally Jean sat down on the blue couch with its silken brown and yellow bamboo design. She was careful to scoot her crotch up to the front of the couch so that her vagina was exposed when she leaned all the way back.
In a moment there was a ripple of motion on the couch and then Noreen was sitting next to her, her own thigh pressing against Sally Jean's, her legs spread open in the same, lascivious invitation that Sally Jean had already made.
Noreen's hand grabbed Sally Jean's and laced their fingers together. It was then that Sally realized that Noreen was just a little bit frightened at what was happening and it made Sally feel really great. She squeezed the redhead's hand comfortingly and smiled.
"Don't worry," she said. "There's nothing to worry about. Nothing at all."