Tag: The Game

Chapter Four - Erin: A Slut in Need...

 

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Story Codes: f+/f, first, lesbian, oral, mast, petting, romantic?
Synopsis: Fourteen year old Erin is a catholic schoolgirl struggling with newfound sexual desires. When she catches the eye of Heather, a senior cheerleader and the most popular girl in school, things become even more complicated as Erin discovers the truth about herself...and her mother!

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Copyright 2009 Rachael Ross - Note: This story is in progress!

 

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I hadn't been able to sleep before Mom got back from her date. Her sixth one in two weeks with a guy named Rick and maybe that was why. She never went out with the same guy more than two or three times, but this was number six and Mom had told me tonight was the night. She was going to tell him about me and I figured it would be an early date and it was. They were home before eleven.

That was a bad sign, I thought, but I didn't hear anything. They'd come in and I'd heard muffled voices, just some talking, and then it was quiet. I bit my lip as I lay in my bed hugging my teddy bear, even though I was too old for such things at fourteen. I liked my bear though, and I held him close to my small breasts and listened hard. I couldn't hear anything though and after awhile my curiosity got the better of me.

I crept out of my bedroom, literally tip-toeing down the hallway in my nightie, a little lacy thing that my mom had grown tired of. It was white and cute and barely covered my butt and the pink satin panties I wore. I licked my lips as I approached the living room because I heard something, but I wasn't sure what. I peered around the corner and there in the soft glow of Mom's old brass table lamp, I saw them.

Rick was sitting on the sofa and his pants were undone and spread open on his thighs. I blinked at his large, erect penis and at my mom's fist as she pumped the man's cock slowly up and down while they kissed. She was jerking him off while they made out like teenagers and I smiled as the initial shock wore off. I knew my mom had sex and enjoyed it, but I'd never seen it before. It was just a little surprising to view her as a sexual being.

I should have left the after that and gone back to my room and tried to sleep, but I didn't. I watched as they were completely oblivious to me and I felt my tummy tingling with excitement. Rick's cock seemed very big to me and it was dark and straight and I could see my mom rubbing the smooth head with her thumb occasionally. His cock was moist with precum and Mom was massaging the clear fluid down the shaft.

I liked cocks a lot. Dicks. Penises. Pricks. Cocks. I loved them. I fantasized about them and daydreamed about long, fat erections in school while I listened to my teachers drone and I drew obscene pictures in my notebooks. I surfed the internet sometimes looking for cocks and I saved my favorite pictures in a secret folder where Mom would never find them.

That was the problem with being fourteen and filled with all those crazy hormones. Sometimes I really thought I had a problem, like maybe I was crazy, but some of my friends were the same way. Maybe not quite as bad, but even if they were…How would I know? So I didn't feel totally weird about it anyway. I just didn't want to be a virgin or most especially, I didn't want to sound like a virgin. So I acted cool at school, like sex was no big deal and boys didn't matter and like I didn't really care if so and so liked me or not.

But I did care and I wanted to be my mom right then so badly I could taste it. I wanted to be kissing a man and feeling his hand under my blouse, squeezing my tits while I jerked him off. It was making me wet, I realized, and I pressed my fingers down between my thighs and felt my pussy hot and moist even through my panties. The tingling in my tummy had become an ache and it felt like the inside of my vagina was trembling, like sort of quivering with excitement.

I wanted to Jill off while I watched them. Well, I really wanted to walk into the living room, rocking my hips and smiling seductively, and asking if I could join them. Or maybe not even asking, but just kneeling on the carpet and replacing Mom's hand with my mouth. I'd never even touched a cock, but I wanted to kiss that one. I wanted to suck on it like I saw on the internet. Maybe Mom would teach me how. Maybe she'd even make me do it. I liked that idea the best. Like Mom would put her hand in my hair and push me down, telling me to relax and open wide.

She wanted me to suck her boyfriend's dick. Mom might hold me by the hair and move my tight lips up and down the shaft while she and her boyfriend watched. She'd tell me to use my tongue and wash Rick's cock and swallow his precum. Yeah, and once I knew how to do it good, she'd go back to kissing him. They'd make out while I sucked him off, but before he could cum in my mouth, Mom would tell me it was time to grow up finally. I was going to be a real woman and she'd hold me down and urge Rick to put his cock inside me.

"Fuck her!" Mom would say. "Break her cherry and fuck her deep."

I'd struggle, but Mom wouldn't let me go. She'd hold me tightly and Rick's cock looked so big, it would hurt as he forced it inside my virgin pussy. I could almost feel it stretching me, tearing my hymen as he drove it into my tight hole. I'd scream and try to tell them no! But Mom would cover my mouth with hers, kissing me deeply and feeding me her tongue to make me forget the pain. I'd try to refuse, but only for a moment and then my surrender would be complete. I'd kiss her back, exploring my mother's mouth while her boyfriend fucked me harder and faster.

My pussy would stretch around him, aching and burning and clasped tightly to his thick shaft as it dragged my greasy labia in and out. His cock would touch the very bottom of my sex, finding the soft pillow of my cervix and he'd chuckle and tell us how good I felt wrapped around his prick. He was going to cum soon because I was so tight, he'd say. He was going to pull out and shoot on my quivering tummy, but Mom wouldn't let him.

"It's her first time," she'd say. "Her first cock and her first fuck. You have to cum inside her."

She'd want him to make a real woman out of me and Mom had to know I was fertile. I was in the middle of my cycle and Rick was going to put his potent seed deep into my womb. I'd try to tell her, but she wouldn't listen. Mom wouldn't care. I'd take his load and hold it in my pussy all night long. I'd wear a man's ball juice in my cunt like a real slut and in the morning, before I could wash it out, she'd make sure Rick fucked me again.

When he came inside me, I lost it. I couldn't stand up and I slumped against the wall, fighting to keep quiet as my orgasm filled me. I'd pulled the crotch of my panties aside and I'd been fingering my pussy, just rubbing it mostly, especially that sensitive little clit at the top. I couldn't see it, but I could feel it and I'd been rubbing my clitty with two fingers, slipping them lower to collect my girl juices and bringing them back. I came hard and I smiled and almost laughed as I sat on the floor just around the corner from my mom and her boyfriend.

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"Erin…Morning…" Mom said sleepily, standing in the open doorway of my bedroom and scratching her blonde bed head, "…what are you doing?"

"Just getting ready for school," I said, brushing out my own long, blonde hair. "How'd your date go with what's his name?"

"Ohhh…Pretty good," she smiled and glanced over her shoulder. "Maybe you should keep your door closed this morning."

"Yeah?" I pretended like I didn't know Rick was sleeping in her bed. I'd sort of left my bedroom door open on purpose, just in case he got up naked to use the bathroom or something.

"Yeah," Mom said, closing the door behind her. "What's his name kind of spent the night."

"Really?" I smiled and sorta wagged my bare naked butt at her as I brushed my hair a little more than I needed to.

I'd taken a shower, but I hadn't bothered dressing at all and my body was still damp and pink all over. I was tall for my age and slender now that I'd lost most of my baby-fat, or it had moved up to my tits maybe, put it that way. I'd grown out over the summer and I was still getting used to having real boobs. Not really big ones, not like Mom's or anything, but more than just little A-cups and I liked the way they felt as I moved. They were kind of heavy and I could feel a pleasant tug or…something. It was strange, but I liked it.

I had kind of narrow hips maybe and a cute, round butt and long legs. I was taller than most of the other ninth grade girls because of my legs and I liked to show them off now. Sort of. I hadn't liked myself for awhile, the way a lot of girls don't like themselves when their bodies are trying to grow into womanhood, and so I was pretty shy. Real shy actually and that was my big problem. Despite my pretty face and my blue eyes and blonde hair, and the great little body I had finally, I was the most ridiculously shy girl in school when it came to boys. Maybe in the whole city!

At home, alone with my mom, everything was fine. I mean, I could stand there totally naked and not even care. Mom and me had been alone with each other since I could remember, and she was one of those real casual people. Mom was always walking around naked or in her underwear and so I was the same way, as long as it was just us. The idea of leaving my door open just in case Rick walked by had taken about every ounce of courage I'd possessed and probably it was a good thing Mom had woken up instead of him.

I'd have died if the guy had really seen me naked!

"How's school going?" Mom asked me, lying down in my bed and pulling up a sheet to cover her as she curled up.

"Okay." I shrugged without much enthusiasm and opened my dresser for some panties.

"Well," she sighed. "It's only been a week. It'll get better."

"It's fine, Mom," I said, finding some baby blue panties, cotton ones with a little white bow on the front.

"Are you making friends?"

"I've got friends," I reminded her, pulling my panties up and covering the small patch of golden pubic hair above my slit.

"I know," Mom nodded. "I mean new ones."

"You mean boys?" I stuck my tongue out at her.

"You're growing up, Erin," she smiled back at me. "I was thinking, um…"

"What?" I asked without looking at her, finding a thin half-slip, more like a t-shirt than anything else, except made out of satin and it had spaghetti straps. I pulled it on and it was a little tighter than I remembered it being as I tugged it down over my boobs.

"…maybe you should start taking pills," Mom said and I blinked at her. "Just…in case, you know? You're very pretty and…"

"You mean birth control pills?" I almost laughed, but she seemed totally serous.

"I don't mean you should find a boy and…" she did laugh, nervously, and I rolled my eyes.

"I don't have a boyfriend, Mom," I sighed. "You're so weird."

"Well, I just don't want you to make any mistakes," she said and we both knew what she was talking about.

Mom had gotten pregnant with me when she was fourteen and it hadn't been easy for her. Mom's parents, my grandparents, had been real dicks about it from what I'd heard. I didn't know for sure because I'd only met them once, when I was twelve and this old man had looked at me and said, "Hmph! That apple won't fall far from the tree."

I'd giggled, but Mom hadn't been too happy and I'd never seen them again.

"I don't think I have to worry about it too much," I shrugged, buttoning my white blouse. "I don't even know any boys."

"Hmmm…" she made a sound like she didn't believe me. "I'm sure there's a few who know you, Erin."

"So…" I said, changing the subject, "…you really like that Rick guy, huh?"

"Maybe," Mom shrugged.

"I know he spent the night," I gave her a look and started pulling up my plaid skirt. "You guys serious or what?"

"Serious?" she shook her head. "No. I don't think so."

"Okay," I nodded, fixing the clasp and zipping up my skirt, pulling it around my waist so the front was in the front.

"It's just…difficult sometimes," Mom said and I knew she got lonely. I mean, she was almost thirty and single with a kid. It probably sucked.

"I know," I smiled at her. "You don't have to worry about me. Okay?"

"I like worrying about you," she smiled. "I can't help it."

"You gotta worry about yourself sometimes too, Mom." I walked over to the bed and sat down so I could pull on my socks.

"Are you mothering me?"

"Me?" I giggled. "I just want you to be happy."

"Me too," she agreed. "I want us to be happy."

"Okay," I nodded, leaning over and working my left sock up to my knee and then folding the top down a little. I hated knee-high socks.

"You want to meet him?" Mom asked me a minute later as I fixed my right sock.

"Rick?" I shrugged. "I don't know. Does he want to meet me?"

"I don't know. He didn't really say anything."

"Oh." I looked at her and knew Rick hadn't been too impressed finding out his new girlfriend had a teenage daughter. "But he's an okay guy, right?"

"Yeah," she sighed. "He's okay." And we both knew okay wasn't good enough.

"I gotta go to school," I gave her a kiss on the cheek. "You better get ready for work."

"Yes mother," she said theatrically and pulled me down for a hug and kissed my hair. "I love you, Erin."

"Love you too, Mom."

"Do good in school…"

"Bye Mom," I rolled my eyes.

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I rode the city bus to school, since I went to Lourdes which was a private, catholic school and didn't have any school busses. It didn't cost me anything anyway because I had a laminated bus pass with my name and picture and the bus routes in big red numbers. There were two of them, you know, the bus that went past my house and the bus that went past the school. I had to change busses downtown and that was where I hooked up with my friends.

It was kind of weird sometimes, being the only catholic schoolgirl on the bus and all. I didn't have any classmates in my neighborhood, although a few older students lived near me, but they had cars or got rides with other friends. So I'd ride the bus by myself going downtown and it usually got pretty crowded after awhile. Mostly with men, middle aged guys going to work in some office someplace and they'd surround me as I sat there.

Some of the seats were like long benches facing each other with the windows behind them and a lot of room for people to stand in between. Other seats faced forward, like on a regular bus, but I liked the long ones and that's where I'd sit. First I'd be kind of alone, but pretty soon some men would get on the bus and one guy always sat next to me if he could. He looked like Clark Kent, kind of, with neat black hair and black glasses and handsome. He smelled like soap and even if there were a lot of empty seats, he'd sit next to me and I always liked it.

Another man would sit on the other side of me, so that I would be in the middle. I could feel their trousers against my bare thighs and their suit coats brushing my arms, or my hands anyway, because I usually wore my royal blue blazer. I had a uniform, just like all the other girls at Lourdes. A short, pleated skirt, plaid with three shades of blue and white in a nice checkered pattern. A white cotton blouse with a wide collar and a light blue tie that we wore really loose, white knee-high socks and black shoes with no more than one inch heels…but who would wear high heels with knee-high socks anyway? I wore black Skechers.

So far as uniforms went, it wasn't bad and I looked pretty nice in it, I thought. Some girls hated it, but not me. Not the men I rode the bus with either and I wouldn't really look at them, but when I glanced around I always caught a lot of guys looking at me. They'd be checking out my legs mostly, as my skirt wasn't really long anyway. An inch above the knees was where it had been when Mom bought it, but just a month later it was more like an inch and half because I really was growing up.

I kept my purse in my lap and put my book bag on the floor between my feet, so I had to spread my legs a little for that. I pushed my skirt down, between my open thighs, and that pulled it up even higher. My tummy got tight as I pretended like I was staring straight ahead, but my eyes moved just so I could see the men who were looking at me. And then a man stood right in front of me, facing me and holding the handrail, and his crotch was right in front of my face. Not in my face, but right in front of me, you know, and I'd sort of look one way and the other, but I was really looking at his trousers.

There was a bulge there. Maybe. A little tent because his penis was growing hard while he looked down at me. The man sitting next to me was hard too. He shifted slightly and brushed his fingers over the obvious rise in his dark slacks like he was brushing away some lint or something. And the other guy, the one sitting on my left, his cock was growing along the inside of his thigh and I could see it there, long and thick and stretching halfway down to his knee. He had a huge cock!

I looked around the bus nervously, licking my lips and feeling my tummy doing flip-flops. I wagged my knees in and out for a second and then blushed when my legs bumped against the men beside me. A man standing up caught my eye, older than most of the others, he had dark hair turning silver and warm eyes and he smiled at me when our eyes locked for a second. I dropped my gaze quickly, only to see he had a hand in his pocket and I could see his fingers moving around like he had a squirrel in his pants.

They were all excited. Like a dozen grown men, two dozen of them, standing close around me as I sat there. I could smell them. Soap and aftershave and the stuff they put in their hair, and something else too. That man smell they make, like a secret perfume to make my pussy get tight and my nostrils dilate. I felt warm all over and my face was getting pink. All those men with all their cocks. If one of them had the nerve to take out his penis, I told myself, I'd kiss it for him. I'd suck his cock in front of all the other men. They could take out their dicks too and I hold them in my hands, jerking them off while I gave them all blow jobs.

Someone would pull me from my seat and I'd be in the middle of all those men, all those older, mature men who knew how to fuck little girls like me. Hands would touch me all over, stroking my hair and thighs, sliding under my blouse. A man's hands on my breasts, squeezing me and rubbing my hard nipples, pinching them while someone else pulled my panties down. Three and then four hands would be under my skirt, reaching for my ass and exploring my virgin pussy. A hard cock would rub my slit up and down as I was pushed forward and bent over. A swollen cock would fill my mouth, strong hands would keep me there while a man I didn't know and couldn't see pushed his cock inside my pussy slowly.

They were fucking me. Twenty men passing me around and cumming inside my mouth so I'd have to swallow their sweet cum. They were cumming inside my pussy too, not pulling out or anything like that. They fucked my pussy hard and fast and I couldn't say no. I tried, but they wouldn't let me. I tried to push them away and squeeze past them for the doors. I tried to ring the buzzer and tell the driver to stop, but they kept me in the middle, turning me around and around as they all fucked my pussy and mouth. I was drenched with cum, dripping with hot semen as we got closer to downtown and at the end, they just jerked off on me. They chuckled and gave each other knowing looks, all those men as they stroked their long, hard cocks and ejaculated in my hair and on my face and all over my uniform until I was covered with cum.

And then they all left and I blinked, feeling myself hot and sweaty, pink faced and damp between my thighs as I picked up my book bag and hurried off the bus.

"What happened to you?" Rita gave me a funny look and I shrugged as I sat down next to her. This bus was full of kids going to school, all the ones like me who'd transferred from other busses.

"Nothing," I told her and a couple guys were looking at me, boys I'd known from the year before in middle school. They were cute and talking about me, I thought, and I looked down with a hard swallow.

"Hey!" Rita leaned close to me, pulling back her brown hair. "Did you hear what they're gonna do?"

"No," I said slowly. "What who's gonna do?"

"At school," she whispered as her brown eyes darted around. "You didn't hear about the game?"

"What game?"

"Shhh…" she frowned at me. "It's a total secret."

"It is?" I made a face at her. "So how come you know?"

"Shut-up!" Rita rolled her eyes. "Listen. They're gonna do this thing where some girls have to see how many guys they can have sex with."

"What?" I didn't have a clue what my friend was talking about. "Who's having a thing? Where?"

"At school," she told me. "Some of the seniors are making some of the other girls do it or something."

"Do what?"

"Have sex!" Rita said and then dropped her voice. "I heard it from Nancy when I saw her at the mall, cause her sister is going out with that Brian guy and his best friend's sister is one of them!"

"One of who?" I giggled.

"One of the seniors," she grinned at me "That dark one. The cheerleader who looks kinda Persian or whatever?"

"The stuck-up one?"

"Yeah! She's like one of the seniors who's gonna make some other girls have sex," Rita nodded, as if that made some kind of sense. "A lot of sex, I heard."

"Why?"

"I dunno," she shrugged. "They just want to, I guess. It's like a contest to see who the biggest slut is or something."

"Who just wants to…what?" I was getting confused and Rita was like that when she got excited. "The girls just want to be sluts?"

"Not them!" she shook her head. "The seniors. The other girls, I heard they all had to be like total virgins so probably they don't wanna do it at all!"

"Yeah right!" I sat back and shook my head.

"No! It's true!" Rita said, looking a little annoyed that I didn't believe her.

"Who's the girls then?" I asked her and she shrugged.

"Nobody knows yet."

"They can't do that," I decided. "Have a biggest slut contest or whatever. Get real."

"They said they do it every year," Rita told me seriously. "And whoever wins is the biggest slut in school and she has to have sex all year with anybody who wants to do it with her."

"Yeah," I rolled my eyes. "Whatever, Rita."

"What?" she blinked at me.

"They'd get in so much trouble for that," I said. "And where would they get girls to play it anyway?"

"I dunno," she frowned. "But they said it was true."

"They say a lot of things," I giggled. "Hey! You got the answers for math? Let me copy real quick."

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"Hey Erin," Paula smiled at me as I sat down for homeroom, which was a mix of students from all four grades for announcements and junk like that.

"What's up?" I smiled back and then rolled my eyes as she started asking me if I'd heard about the game.

"I heard there's gonna be five girls," she said. "They're all ninth graders too."

"Yeah right," I laughed at her.

"What? They are!" Paula insisted. "And they have to do it with…"

"…As many guys as they can?" I shook my head. "I already heard that one."

"Nobody knows who the girls are though," she giggled. "It could be anybody!"

"Like you?" I teased and she blinked at me as her face got red beneath her short, auburn hair.

"No!"

"They're probably talking about some ugly girls who got drunk at a party," I said. "Now it's some big deal that everybody heard about, but nobody knows anything."

"You mean Tag?" a girl named Sheila asked, turning around as she sat at the desk in front of me. "It's real."

"See?" Paula grinned.

"They're not gonna be ugly or drunk," the girl giggled, pulling some dirty blonde hair out of her eyes. "They don't let ugly girls play the game."

"Just the hot ones!" Paula nodded, like she knew everything now.

"How do you know?" I asked her.

"Cause they did it last year," Sheila shrugged and she was a sophomore, a tenth grader, so she would know…if she was telling the truth.

"Did you do it?" Paula asked, being kind of dumb like that sometimes.

"Are you calling me a slut?" Sheila frowned and Paula frowned and I just rolled my eyes.

"No," Paula muttered. "I just mean…"

"I didn't play," Sheila said. "Most of those girls are gone now."

"They are?" I looked at her. "Gone where?"

"Wherever pregnant sluts go," she giggled. "I know a couple are going to the public high school, but I don't know what happened to the other ones."

"There's some still here though?" Paula asked. "You said just most of them are gone, so…"

"Yeah, that girl, Nora…You guys know her?"

"Nora Hanson?" I asked and Sheila nodded.

"Yeah, she won the game last year," the girl told us. "She's still here. She had her baby like a week after summer vacation started, so she didn't even miss a day of school. Good timing, huh?"

"She had a baby?" Paula blinked at her.

"They all got knocked up!" Sheila laughed. "Anyway, I heard she gave it up for adoption or something."

"Nora Hanson?" I made a face because I knew her, sorta. She'd gone to the same schools as me, always a grade ahead, but even so…she wasn't a slut!

"Uh-huh!" Sheila grinned at me, like she knew what I was thinking. "Nora was the biggest slut in school last year."

About then the teacher was ready to start homeroom, so we couldn't talk anymore. I seriously didn't know if I believed that Sheila girl or not. The new school year had only started a week before, but I'd seen Nora around and she seemed just like I remembered her from before. She was kind of small and very pretty, always smiling and not shy, but not really outgoing either. She was just like a lot of other girls I knew. I couldn't even imagine her being the biggest slut in school or especially having a baby!

I would have heard something if that was true. Maybe. Except why would I? It wasn't like I'd paid a lot of attention to what was going on in high school when I was going to middle school all the way on the other side of town. A baby though! And not just her, but some other girls too? It all sounded pretty weird to me, especially since this was a catholic school. I mean, the principal was a priest and a couple of the teachers were nuns, but most of them were regular people. Still, you think they'd have a fit if a bunch of ninth grade girls got pregnant!

Nah! I decided, it couldn't be true. It was just some big joke somebody was playing.

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"Hi Erin," Tommy Fisher smiled at me as I sat down for math class and I totally panicked.

I just sort of nodded and felt my face turning red and I looked down like something was super important in my notebook.

"God!" Darla leaned over, kind of looking over her shoulder as Tommy found his seat in the back of the class. "Why didn't you say something?"

"I don't know," I frowned.

"He's amazing!" she giggled.

"Amazing?" I laughed at her and flipped through the pages.

"He likes you too," Darla told me matter-of-factly.

"No he doesn't," I shook my head and wished she'd leave me alone.

"Yeah he does," she said. "Look…He's staring right at you!"

"Be quiet already," I sighed, but I felt totally self-conscious and my skin prickled as if I could feel his eyes on me.

"Whatever," she half waved at me. "I wish he'd say hi to me."

I was scared of boys. That was my big secret and one I didn't really hide all that great, but nobody seemed to notice really, except my mom maybe, but not even her yet. I didn't know why, but if a boy tried to talk to me it was like my mind just went blank and my heart would go really fast and I couldn't breathe. I'm serious. I got a huge adrenaline rush and my hands would shake sometimes, like if it was a super cute guy and he smiled at me? God! I just wanted to run when that happened and I was afraid to open my mouth because even if I did know what to say, and I didn't, my voice would probably crack trying to get the words out.

I hyperventilated before too. Like in eighth grade when Scotty Ellis was supposed to be my partner for science fair? He'd started talking to me at lunch, inviting me over to his house so we could talk about our project and everything. I had an asthma attack, that's what the doctor said, except I never had asthma in my life! It was panic and I'd been so scared that I couldn't even breathe and I passed out right there in the cafeteria. I was totally embarrassed too, but it would have been even worse if people knew I'd almost died because a cute boy had been talking to me. Asthma was way better, so that's what I'd had, you know?

This was going to be bad though. High school, I mean, because a lot of boys smiled at me. Handsome boys that I'd never even seen before. Older boys and they'd say hi sometime and even ask me what my name was and I couldn't even tell them! I wanted to. I wanted to talk to them more than anything, but I couldn't and then I'd worry because they probably thought I was really weird. Tommy was sitting back there staring at me and probably thinking I was an idiot for not even saying hello to him. Maybe he thought I was stuck-up or something and I frowned, wishing I wasn't so dumb.

An hour later it was even worse.

"Hey," a boy said, kind of leaning against the lockers close to mine. "You're Erin, right?"

"Ummm…" I glanced at him quickly and then nodded, turning my face back to my open locker. It was like my heart was in my throat and I had tell myself to relax and just breathe, Erin…breathe.

"I'm Gary," he said gently, softly like he was telling me a secret and then I realized he was holding out his hand. Nobody shakes hands in high school!

"Okay," I think I said, but I might not have and my hands were instantly wet. If he touched me, I knew it would just gross him out.

"I'm not gonna bite," he said with a grin.

"S-Sorry," I swallowed hard. "I gotta, uh…yeah…"

I slammed my locker and started walking to the bathroom, almost running because I thought I was going to puke. I didn't though. As soon as I got in the bathroom I felt better. There weren't any boys in there for one thing! Just other girls and I took a deep breath of sanitized pine oil smelling air and decided I'd better use the sink or I'd really look stupid.

"What's wrong with you?" Sharon asked me as she put on too much make-up at the sink next to mine.

"Nothing," I said, running some warm water so I could wash my sweaty hands.

"You look like you saw a ghost," she half-smiled, but maybe only because she was putting on lipstick.

I looked in the mirror and I was kind of pale and I almost wished I wore make-up too, but I hardly ever did. Mom said I didn't need any because I was already pretty enough, but probably a lot of moms say that. I just put some cherry Chapstick on my lips sometimes, but they were kind of red all by themselves anyway. I just liked it when they looked moist or whatever.

"…are you going with?" a girl was saying as she walked into the bathroom. She looked like Princess Jasmine, being tall and dark and extremely pretty, except she wore a blue and gold cheerleader outfit instead of harem pants. She was the one Rita had been talking about on the bus.

"Ohhh…" another girl sighed. Tall and blonde and probably the prettiest girl I ever saw in a bathroom, she wore a cheerleader outfit as well.

I blinked at her reflection as she took the sink to my left.

"…so many boys, so little time," the blonde smiled as she looked at me. "I'm sure you know how it is."

"Me?" I squeaked and she laughed lightly, tossing her thick, wavy hair from one shoulder to the other.

"You're a little hottie," she nodded. "What's your name?"

"Erin," I replied automatically and then kind of almost frowned as her words caught up with me.

"That's what I thought," she said and then she turned off the water and dried her hands and left with her dark friend following.

"Who was that?" I asked Sharon, wondering if anyone else thought it had been weird too. There were a half dozen girls in the bathroom, but they'd all gotten real quiet as soon as the cheerleaders had walked in.

"What? That was Heather," Sharon told me, snapping her purse shut. She made it sound like everybody and their little sister knew that!

"Oh." I frowned and then realized I was still washing my hands and I turned off the water.

"I guess she likes you," another girl said and I wasn't sure what her name was. "I heard she's kind of a lesbian."

"She is?" I felt my cheeks burn.

"Heather?" a red haired girl rolled her eyes. "She's got like four boyfriends or something."

"Serious ones," someone else said. "They're all hot too."

"It must be nice," a girl sighed, but I didn't see which one.

I was busy drying my hands and wondering if that Heather girl really knew me or if she was just teasing me or something. She couldn't really be a lesbian, that was ridiculous and none of the other girls had believed that either. I'd never met a lesbian in my life, so far as I knew, but I'd wondered about it sometimes. I mean, I'd wondered about me, because the idea of kissing a girl didn't bother me. I even thought about it once in awhile, like which of my friends I'd most like to kiss or maybe what it would be like to kiss my mom.

I knew that was wrong and I wouldn't ever admit it to anyone, but the thoughts…

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"What?" Denise narrowed her pretty green eyes at me as we ate our lunch together.

She was my best friend and we always sat together. I was watching her lips while she talked about joining some club. Denise was big on clubs for some reason, but I was watching her lips and they were soft and pink, the bottom one kind of thick and pouting. Her top lip was thin, with a deep indentation in the middle, right under her upturned nose. I wanted to bite her lips, really gently and just chew them for some reason. It was weird and I was squeezing my thighs together under the table.

"Erin!" she giggled. "What? I got something on my face?"

"Huh?" I blinked at her. "Oh. No, I was just, um…Nothing."

"You're so weird sometimes," she laughed. "Did you hear what I said?"

"About the, um…hiking club thing?"

"No! About that guy who likes you!"

"What?"

"Yeah," Denise nodded. "He was asking me about you."

"Who? Tommy Fisher?"

"Tommy Fisher?" she made a face. "God! That senior…Gary!"

"Oh."

"You know which one I'm talking about?"

"I think so," I shrugged and looked down at my lunch.

"Well, get all excited why don't ya!" Denise said sarcastically. "He's almost eighteen."

"So?"

"He's got a car and everything," she was staring at me. "What's wrong with you?"

"What was he saying?"

"He was asking about you."

"Yeah…Like what?"

"Like what's your name and what you like, um…if you got a boyfriend already."

"Oh," I nodded and Denise was giggling happily, wanting to play matchmaker so badly and not understanding why I wasn't wetting my panties.

"What's wrong with you?" she repeated and I just shrugged.

I was excited and that Gary guy was seriously good looking, and big and strong, and a senior…Yeah. God! Every ninth grade girl I knew wanted a senior for a boyfriend. Hardly any of them would have any boyfriends at all until next year maybe, when they were fifteen going on sweet sixteen and a little more grown up. But some of us grew up a bit quicker than our friends or something, and boys liked us a lot. Boys liked me a lot and I knew it and so did Denise.

"God! I wish I was you sometimes," she sighed. "I can't believe you don't even care."

"I care," I said around a bite of my bologna sandwich. "But it's not like I can do anything about it."

"Yeah right!" she rolled her eyes and Denise knew me too good. She knew when I was making excuses.

"My mom won't let me have a boyfriend anyway," I tried, since that sounded pretty true, even if it wasn't. Mom wouldn't have a problem with it at all, so long as the boy was nice.

"Uh-huh," Denise snorted and she knew my mom pretty good too, since we'd been best friends forever.

"I just…" I shrugged, not wanting to admit that I'd probably start crying if I ever had to talk to a boy. It had been an easy secret to keep until now. High school, I decided, was really gonna suck!

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The city buses came by about ten minutes after school let out in the afternoon and there were about sixty kids waiting for them. The company knew there were a lot of students and so they always had two busses just for that afternoon run. If you missed those, the regular bus came by fifteen minutes later, so it was no big deal anyway. I actually kind of liked waiting for the regular bus, just because I got tired of listening to all the idiots. Some of those guys didn't act like they were in high school at all and it could be pretty annoying.

But I was standing there, waiting like everyone else and listening to three or four of my friends talking about that Tag game. Everybody was talking about that it seemed like and there were a lot of rumors and gossip about what had happened the year before, and just like I'd suspected, nobody really knew anything. Some of it was so stupid it made me laugh. Like one girl was saying that the principal, Father Stevens, was actually the one who started it and all the girls had to have sex with him first.

"You better hope Father Stevens doesn't hear you saying that!" I laughed at her and Brittany frowned.

"I'm just saying what I heard!" she said and I'd never liked her much anyway.

I was about to tell her she oughta clean her ears once in awhile when a little red sports car pulled up, a convertible with the top down, blasting some Black Eyed Peas and honking its horn. Everybody stopped everything and we just stared at it and Heather was driving, sitting there in her cheerleading outfit and waving at someone. She turned her radio down.

"Hey! Erin…" she yelled, smiling at me. "You want a ride?"

"What?" I stared at her while everyone else stared at me.

"Jump in!" Heather said with a grin and a jerk of her head. "I'm going your way!"

"But I don't…" I didn't even know her!

"Hurry up!" she laughed and a small rush of nervous fear and excitement filled me.

Out of all those kids standing there, I had no idea why she wanted to give me a ride, but she did. I didn't know why I was accepting it either, but I was. I licked my lips and nodded, looking around at all my classmates, and I told my friends I'd see them later. The whole thing was really kind of surreal.

"Hi!" Heather grinned. "Better put on your seat belt. I don't want you to fly away or anything."

"Oh," I cleared my throat. "Yeah. This is, um…a really cool car."

"Yeah," she shrugged and I was suddenly thrown back against the white leather seat as the tires squealed and engine growled and Heather was stomping and shifting and I thought we were going to die!

"Ahhh…" I blinked hard and my heart was going way too fast and my tummy was back at the school still.

"A friend of mine gave it to me," she said like it was normal to go eighty miles an hour in a thirty zone. "It's a '66 ‘vette, you like it?"

"A friend gave you a car?"

"Yeah," she giggled. "My Daddy. He's my best friend. Aren't you friends with your Daddy?"

"Um…I don't really have one."

"Awww…" she frowned. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean anything."

"It's okay," I shrugged and she'd finally slowed down. I guess Heather had just wanted to impress me or something, now she was driving pretty normal and I could almost relax.

"I hardly ever get to see my Daddy," Heather told me. "But he's always giving me cool stuff."

"Okay," I said kind of absently because I was looking around and wondering, "Where are we going?"

"I don't know," she laughed. "My place? We can hang out a little."

"Ummm…"

"It'll be fun!" she promised, reaching for my left leg and I about jumped out of the car when I felt her hand stroking my bare thigh. "See? Good thing you're wearing a seatbelt, huh?"

"W-What?"

"Are you always this nervous?" she grinned at me and then had to move her hand so she could shift gears.

"Uh, kinda," I said. "I just like to go, um…slow."

"Heh!" Heather seemed to like it when I said that, but I was so confused right then it was ridiculous.

"How old are you?" I asked, hoping it wasn't a dumb question. "I mean, you're a senior. Right?"

"Yep!" she nodded. "I'm seventeen. How old are you?"

"Fourteen."

"Really?" she looked at me and I blushed a little for no real reason. "You look sixteen to me."

"I do?" I smiled at that.

"Well…fifteen and a half, maybe," she giggled and I rolled my eyes because she'd been teasing me. "You're really cute though."

"Um, thanks," I said. "So are you."

I kicked myself for that one.

"I know!" she laughed like it was a great joke and I gave her a curious smile, but mostly I was glad she didn't think I was an idiot.

We didn't say much else until arriving at her house, a nice one in one of the nicer neighborhoods in town. It had a big yard and a three car garage and it even had a swimming pool, which I thought was really cool. I always had to go to the YWCA when I wanted to go swimming and so I hardly ever did. Sometimes Denise and I would sneak into the pool on top of the Radisson, they had an awesome pool, but only guests could use it and we were always afraid of getting caught.

"You wanna go swimming?" Heather asked me as we walked from the garage to the patio behind the house.

"It's kinda cold," I said, since it was early October and even with the Indian summer we were having…

"Yeah, but the water's warm," she told me. "I had a pool party yesterday and I kinda forgot to turn the water heater off."

"It's heated?"

"Sometimes," she shrugged. "We gotta drain it for the winter. Some pool guys take care of it. Come on! We'll go swimming."

"But I don't have a swim suit," I frowned and I did want to swim. It was a nice swimming pool and a really nice patio around it.

"So?" Heather laughed lightly. "There's nobody here but us."

"You mean…" I blinked at her.

"I'll do it if you will," she said, showing me the tip of her pink tongue. "Let's go get some towels!"

"Ohhh…" I giggled nervously as Heather opened the sliding glass door and her house wasn't even locked. "Are you sure nobody else is here?"

"Yep!" she nodded as she led me into a big living room and towards some stairs. "Not even a maid. Excuse the mess, okay?"

"Yeah, it looks…nice," I said. The house wasn't messy, if that's what she meant. It looked lived in, but it was clean and I figured her Daddy must be seriously rich because they had nice stuff!

"Here's my bedroom," Heather said after we'd climbed the stairs. "Pretty boring. Go ahead and take off your clothes, I'll grab us some towels. You want a bathrobe?"

"Uh…yeah," I swallowed nervously and I realized she was totally serious about going skinny dipping.

"Cool! I got a bunch!" she said and her voice faded as she left the room. "I steal them from hotels. You want a Four Seasons or I got a pink one from Trump Plaza...It's sweet…"

I sat on Heather's bed, a big soft one with tapering posts like eight feet tall or something. She had a pink bedspread and the wallpaper was pink as well, with kind of a gold floral design, like Victorian or something old like that. Pictures of horses and sailboats on the walls. Some posters of girl bands were there too, like the Pussycat Dolls looking all sexy under a big banner that said "Domination!" and she had a lot of makeup and jewelry scattered around, a lot of clothes kinda hanging on stuff or folded up, sorta. And the smell, I dunno. Her room smelled like orchids maybe? Some kind of exotic flower and it was really pleasant. I liked the smell a lot. I liked her room a lot!

And she must have had a hundred school pictures, you know, little wallet sized ones mostly stuck in the frame of a huge mirror standing on a long dresser. I looked at them as I unbuttoned my blouse and they were all girls. I figured she'd have pictures of her boyfriends or just boys who wanted to be her boyfriend, but they were all girls. Some of them looked old, like the clothes or the hairstyle seemed a little out of date or whatever, but I saw one picture that I knew was recent. Nora's picture was there and I glanced at the open door and then pulled it loose and turned it over.

"For Heather, Love Nora XOX" it said on the back and beneath it was a "62" inside a heart, and I thought that was kinda weird.

"Ready or not, here I come!" Heather giggled and I replaced the picture quickly and stepped back, looking down as I undid the last button on my blouse.

"Oh!" I smiled self-consciously as Heather entered the room wearing a white bathrobe and holding a pink one over her arm.

She'd already undressed and hadn't bothered tying her bathrobe closed. I saw her golden body and she was tan all over too! I saw her golden bush and her flat tummy and her left nipple played peek-a-boo as she moved. Heather was completely beautiful and I flushed with embarrassment as I took off my blouse to expose the half-slip I wore beneath it.

"You're kinda slow!" she grinned at me. "It's cool. You need to call your mom or anything?"

"Huh? No, that's okay," I said, unzipping my skirt as heather sat on her bed and watched me. "She works until seven, so…"

"Just you and her, huh?"

"Yeah," I shrugged, stepping out of my skirt and telling myself it wasn't a big deal standing in a strange girl's bedroom wearing just my baby blue panties and a satin half-slip that barely reached my tummy.

"It's like that for me too," she nodded. "I mean, my mom's not around so it's just me and Daddy and he's always off somewhere…" she rolled her big blue eyes, "…at least nobody hassles me. You know?"

"Where's your mom?" I asked her, deciding I'd leave my panties until last as I started pulling my slip over my head.

"Locked up!" Heather giggled.

"She's in jail?" I stared at her with my arms over my head, completely forgetting that my boobs were right there, pulled up tight against my chest with my puffy nipples pointing out.

"Mental hospital," Heather said and her eyes weren't on my face. I looked down and blushed hard. "She's pretty crazy. They give her crayons though and I got her some cute bunny slippers for Mother's Day."

"What?"

"I'm kidding!" Heather laughed at the look on my face. "She married some wanna-be movie producer out in California. I hate her."

"Oh!" I nodded and probably looked kind of relieved.

"I'm sorry, Erin," she smiled. "I won't tease you anymore."

"You promise?" I smiled back at her, turning slightly because Heather was tilting her head and smiling at my tits.

"Ummm…Kinda," she giggled. "Take everything off. We're gonna get wet!"

"Okay. Yeah, um…" I nodded and hooked my thumbs in the waistband of my panties, pushing them down slowly and stepping out of them.

I wasn't very comfortable, but I kept telling myself we were both girls and Heather seemed pretty nice, even if she was a little weird. I didn't know why a girl like her would want to hang out with a girl like me though. I mean, we were light years apart, you know? She was a senior and almost 18 years old, she was rich, she had a cool car and a great house. She had a zillion friends too. After running into her in the bathroom that morning, it seemed like I saw Heather everywhere I went and she was always the center of attention, talking to someone and giggling, smiling and waving at someone else. She was the most popular girl in school.

How I'd missed her the week before, I had no clue. It was like she'd just shown up all of a sudden, but everyone knew Heather and now she knew me.

"You've got a really great body," she said, watching as I put on the pink robe she'd found for me. "I love your tits."

"Ummm…" I laughed nervously and looked down at them as I pulled the robe closed.

"I didn't have any until I turned sixteen," she sighed, leading me out of her bedroom. "I swear! It sucked so bad when I was fifteen."

"Really?"

"Oh yeah!" she smiled at me over her shoulder as we went down the stairs. "Daddy took me Hawaii, which was awesome, and I got this little bikini…like a red one? Anyway, I was flat as a board! I looked like a twelve year old boy."

"No way!" I giggled.

"Yeah way!" she said as I followed her into the kitchen. "It was the worst best vacation of my life! Nobody even looked at me…You want a Coke?"

"Sure," I nodded, but I couldn't believe her story. Heather was the prettiest girl in school, without a doubt, and I would have bet anything she'd been seriously cute when she was fifteen.

"Anyway," she told me, opening the refrigerator and bending way over, "you're lucky you've got such a sweet body! How many boyfriends you got?"

"Uh…" I swallowed hard because her bathrobe was kind of a short one anyway and now it was pulled up so high I could see her butt! I mean, I could see everything! Her soft, pink pussy was right there and Heather was kind of wagging her hips from side to side as she looked for the Cokes.

"That many, huh?" she laughed and I blinked because she was looking over her shoulder at me and I'd been staring at her pussy.

"Sorry," I swallowed hard and looked down, blushing again and I was really getting tired of feeling humiliated.

"For what?" she asked, narrowing her eyes as she stood up holding two sodas.

"For, um…nothing," I shook my head.

"Hey," she said softly and when I looked up, Heather was standing right in front of me. "You don't have to worry about anything. If I didn't want you to look, I wouldn't have done it."

"Oh!" I closed my eyes and just sorta wanted to die.

"Come on," she said. "Let's go swimming."

Heather put the Cokes on a wrought iron table that was painted white, you know the kind, and all the furniture outside was like that except for a couple long recliner things that were made out of wicker or something. There were these big white urns with bushy plants and flower beds and the side of the house had some kind of creeping vine thing all over it. The swimming pool was shaped like big egg, with a diving board at the narrow, round end and steps at the wide, round end where it was shallow. I just thought it was all really cool.

"I shoulda turned on some music," Heather frowned as she took off her robe, just letting it fall to the tiled patio. "You like music when you go swimming?"

"I don't know," I laughed, trying not to look at her naked body and she was golden all over and I figured she'd spent a lot of time naked by the pool during the summer.

"Yeah you do!" she grinned at me. "Be right back!"

She walked away and I watched Heather's perfect butt and that girl should have been in one of those Playboy magazines probably. She made it really hard not to look down at myself and feel kind of…imperfect. I mean, yeah, nobody's perfect, but she was. Maybe that's why she seemed so totally comfortable being naked with me, I wasn't sure. I decided I'd get into the water before she came back and save myself another red face.

The water was warm! Wow! The air was kind of cool, like it might have been seventy-two degrees or something outside, but the water was even warmer and it felt great! I just jumped in after testing it with my toes and a half minute later some music started playing, coming from nowhere and everywhere all at once. I looked around, smiling because that was a pretty cool trick and I couldn't see any speakers.

"Oh man!" Heather had come back and she stopped after about six steps out the patio doors. "That's Daddy's music!"

"It is?" I smiled at her as I tread water in the deep end of the pool. "It sounds cool. What is it?"

"Bolero. Some Ravel guy," she shrugged. "I thought he was like Moby! You like it?"

"Yeah," I nodded, watching as she walked towards the diving board.

"Okay, its cool then," she agreed. "You wanna see my dive? My special one?"

"Sure!" I laughed.

"Don't laugh if I screw it up though!" Heather warned me.

"I won't."

"I'm serious!"

"Me too! I won't laugh."

"Okay! Better watch out!"

I swam towards the side of the pool, putting my elbow up and watching as Heather started doing all these weird poses. It was strange watching her because she was totally naked, but it would have been more strange not to watch her, because she wanted me to. All I could think of was how every boy in school must have had dreams about her, just like that, you know? Staring up at Heather as she looked down at me like some teenage sex goddess. It made me tingle.

"Hurry up!" I told her.

"Wait! I'm nervous!" she said. "Okay. Here it goes. Um…"

She took a long step and then another and then a short one and then jumped!

"Cannonball!" Heather yelled, grabbing her knees with her arms and yeah, she made a big splash.

"That was your special dive?" I asked her, laughing as she popped her head out of the water and shook her hair.

"Yeah! Did you like it?" she grinned at me and I rolled my eyes.

"It was pretty special, Heather."

"Yeah! I didn't even screw it up either!" She swam over to me and grabbed the side of the pool. "You do one now."

"I can do a back flip," I told her.

"Yeah?"

"Uh-huh," I nodded and I was already pushing myself up, forgetting for a second I was naked, but Heather was just smiling at me.

It felt really weird standing on the end of the diving board completely naked with Heather staring at me, but it was fun too. She urged me on, telling me to do my best back flip ever and then I was worried about screwing it up. I did it okay though and then Heather wanted to try and she did a serious back flop and I could feel the sting, but she laughed and tried again and got it right. We just had fun for, I dunno, like an hour. Just swimming and diving and laughing.

God! That was fun!

And we played silly swimming pool games. We splashed each other and had little races and Heather stood on her hands in the shallow end, so all of a sudden her long legs came out of the water and so I did it too. Heather swam between my legs and I swam between hers and then we'd grab each other's ankles and play tag and chase each other.

The whole time I was conscious of her being naked and me too. It didn't bother me though, like I'd gotten used to it or something. Heather never made a big deal about it and I never caught her staring at me the way she'd caught me, but it was there and everytime her hands touched me, I felt that funny tingling. Everytime I reached for her, to grab her by the foot or push on her shoulders as we sort of wrestled around, I felt my tummy tighten and my breath catch for just a second in my throat. My heart would go faster and I know it sounds dumb, but I felt like I was falling in love with her.

Heather chased me around the pool as I laughed and swam and kicked to keep her away. We'd been in the pool a long time and the sun was going down, the sky was brilliant, like a painting all red and streaked with long amber clouds. I could barely breath as I found the side of the pool and held onto it. Heather was under water and she surfaced next to me, spreading her arms and grabbing the concrete on either side of me. Her body was touching mine, her full breasts rubbing against my smaller tits and hardening nipples under the water. I felt her smooth thighs around mine as her toes found the skinny ledge she could stand on.

"I got ya, Erin," Heather said softly, smiling and showing me her pink tongue and perfect teeth and those wonderfully blue eyes of hers.

"Yeah," I sighed, barely breathing. "So…What are you gonna do with me?"

"Hmmm…" she pursed her lips and shrugged. "That's the wrong question, I think."

"It is?" I licked my lips and I was too short to reach the ledge, so I bobbed up and down a little, rubbing my suddenly aching nipples against her tits.

"Yeah," Heather was moving too, bringing one of her legs between mine and I arched my back as I felt her thigh rising to find my pussy. I took a sharp breath as I felt the pressure and then I let myself down against her, so that I was sitting on her bare thigh.

"What's the, um…" I bit my lip and I wanted to let go of the wall and put my arms around her neck so badly, "…question?"

"What do you want me to do with you?" she whispered, staring into my eyes.

"Anything you want," I whispered back and when she smiled, I let go of the wall and put my arms around her.

"Tell me what you want, Erin." She touched my nose with hers and I was shaking, closing my thighs against her leg as my pussy trembled with tiny spasms.

"Anything you want," I repeated, knowing she was about to kiss me. I could see it in her shining blue eyes and feel it in my heart.

"Hmmm…" Heather sighed and closed her soft lips over mine.

My first kiss real kiss ever was a perfect one. I closed my eyes and held onto the girl tightly, turning my head slightly as Heather's tongue slipped into my mouth. It felt like a butterfly, light and delicate and fluttering across my own tongue like a delightful tease. I moved my tongue as well, learning from Heather for several minutes, finishing inside her sweet, warm mouth before she let me pull back for a drink of cool air.

"You kiss nice," Heather told me, smiling and watching my face as I smiled back. "Are you okay?"

"Yeah," I nodded and giggled. "I feel really warm."

"Me too!" She moved her body slightly, letting go of the wall with her right hand so she could slide it down my back and find my butt.

"Ummm…" I swallowed hard and pushed with my hips, rocking my butt just to get a little more pressure against my sex. I felt like I had a cramp, but a good one, a warm one that burned and made me hot all over.

"Kiss me again," Heather whispered and I hesitated just long enough to smile and nod.

The second kiss was different than the first, which I thought would always the best one ever because it was special, but the second was good too. Heather let me explore her mouth deeply and I ran my tongue over her teeth and into her cheeks tentatively at first, but my confidence grew as she didn't do anything but encourage me. Heather held my ass in her hand, squeezing my butt and pulling me against her thigh as I licked her mouth.

A moment later she was in my mouth again and I moaned, thinking nothing could feel as good as Heather's tongue. I closed my lips around it and suckled gently, tickling it with my own tongue until she pulled it away. I bit her lips and Heather sighed, breathing hot, humid air into my face as I pinched and pulled at her bottom lip. She did the same to me and I loved the way it felt. My lips seemed swollen and bruised and I didn't care. We did everything for a long while, maybe fifteen or twenty minutes of just making out in the swimming pool.

"I love you," I told her, clinging to Heather's neck as she held me with her arm around my waist.

I could feel her hard nipples pressing against my own and she was making a game of it, lifting me so that out nipples rubbed together. Mine were puffy and swollen, hard bubblegum nipples on my fourteen year old breasts. Heather's were darker, not puffy at all, but long and stiff and I shivered as she played them over mine. I was close to cumming. I could feel it building in my tummy and down in my pussy as my little clit thrummed eagerly. I wanted to get out of the pool and lie down with her. I'd never had sex with anyone, but I wanted it more than anything. I wanted Heather to touch me and make me cum and teach me how to make her feel good.

I was looking for a way to say all that when she looked up suddenly.

"Hey Stacy!" Heather smiled and I blinked, turning my head to see the tall, dark haired girl walking towards the pool.

Behind her was another girl, not so tall but just as pretty and she looked Japanese, but she was as American as anybody. Her name was Lisa and she was another senior, another cheerleader, and one of the girls I always saw hanging out with Heather at school.

"Hi!" Stacy giggled and looked at me. "Having a little pool party?"

"Hey Heather," Lisa smiled at us, pulling long black hair back from her oriental face.

"Don't be scared," Heather whispered to me, kissing me on the cheek. "Yeah. We're just having fun. Jump in!"

"Okay!" Stacy had already started pulling her sweatshirt over her head. Both of the girls had changed after school and they wore jeans and Lisa had a small halter top beneath a red leather jacket that she was shrugging off her shoulders.

"What's going on?" I whispered, looking from the two girls back to Heather.

"They're gonna go swimming," she told me and then spoke a little louder. "That's my best friend, Stacy, and my other best friend, Lisa. You guys know Erin, right?"

"Sure," Stacy agreed with a nod, reaching behind her to unsnap her bra and she wasn't even a little shy as she tossed it onto a chair. "Kinda hard to miss her."

"No doubt!" Lisa gave Stacy a smile and then looked at Heather. "Does she taste as sweet as she looks?"

"Heh!" Heather rolled her eyes at the girl. "Be nice!"

"I'm always nice!" Lisa giggled and she scrunched her nose at me. "I'm just teasing a little."

"It's, um…okay," I said softly, watching as Lisa pulled off her jeans and she wasn't wearing any underwear. Her pussy was clean shaven too, smooth and pink against her white skin, and she didn't have a single hair down there. Her breasts were small and her nipples pointed upward, long and hard and I tried not to stare.

"She's always teasing," Stacy told me and she wore a pink thong, but it came off quickly and I could see her neatly trimmed bush and her pussy was dark, with large lips hanging down a little. She had olive skin, like brown butter, and coffee colored eyes and a wide, sensual mouth with white, even teeth when she smiled.

"Maybe I should, uh…I should go home maybe," I said, feeling really nervous with those other two girls there, especially since it had to be pretty obvious what Heather and I had been doing.

"Alright," Heather nodded. "I'll give you a ride."

And as soon as she said that, I knew I didn't want to go anywhere.

"Hey, guys? I'm gonna give Erin a ride home," Heather told her friends. "So…Just hang out for awhile and…"

"What?" Stacy frowned, standing completely naked now, as was Lisa.

"Aw…Don't go!" Lisa pouted, standing close behind Stacy and wrapping her left arm around the other girl's breasts.

"We just got here,." Stacy said and then she wriggled her hips and gave Lisa a funny look. "Get your finger out of my butt!"

"Why? You like it anyway," Lisa giggled.

"I like it better when you lick it!" Stacy grinned. "I oughta sit on your face."

"Promises, promises…" Lisa sighed and then looked back at me, catching me as I stared at them and I dropped my eyes quickly. I'd never heard anyone talk like that and I wasn't sure if they were teasing each other or what, but I didn't think so.

"They're always like that," Heather told me with a smile. "Ready to get out? You can take a shower if you want."

"Ummm…"

"Hang out with us, Erin," Lisa said, bringing her middle finger to her mouth and sucking on it slowly.

"Yeah, don't go," Stacy told me. "We're gonna have girl fun."

"No boys allowed!" Lisa nodded happily and then she pushed that same finger between Stacy's lips, sliding it back and forth slowly.

"You wanna stay a little longer?" Heather asked, breathing the words into my ear and I nodded.

"Yeah," I whispered back. "Okay."

"Okay," she smiled and kissed me on the mouth, softly at first and then deeply. I sucked her tongue knowing Stacy and Lisa were watching, but I couldn't help myself and I couldn't leave.

We got out of the pool as Lisa and Stacy were getting in. We'd been in the water for well over an hour, probably two, and my fingers were wrinkled and the pool didn't feel as warm as it had before. I was a little cold and I dried myself quickly with a towel and wrapped my naked body up in my pink bathrobe, conscious of Lisa and Stacy's eyes on me the whole time.

"Feel better?" Heather asked me, wearing her own robe and we drank our warm Cokes while we watched the two girls splash around in the pool.

"Yeah…Hey!" I grinned as all of a sudden all the lights came on. Pool lights and some bright outdoor lights, illuminating everything as the sun finally died below the horizon.

"Automatic lights," Heather giggled. "So the burglars can see what they're stealing."

"Nooo! God! Ummmph!" Lisa squealed and then moaned as Stacy covered the Japanese girl's mouth with hers and then they both sank under the water.

I could see them down there, illuminated by the pool lights as they held each other, and they were totally making out underwater. Heather just smiled and looked at me and I blushed, but only a little. A few seconds later, Stacy and Lisa popped up and took a few gasps of air, giggling happily, and then they did it again. They kissed each other deeply and started sinking until they were on the bottom of the swimming pool.

"So, you guys are all, uh…" I licked my lips.

"Lesbians?" Heather giggled at me and I smiled apologetically.

"Yeah," I nodded. "I mean, are they like…going out together?"

"Stacy and Lisa?" Heather shrugged. "They just like to have fun. We all do it. If you want to jump in…"

"Oh, uh…" I shook my head quickly.

"It's okay," she told me. "I'm not going to make you do anything you don't want to."

"I know," I smiled at her and I really did believe that. I wasn't just saying it.

"Some girls…" she sighed and then smiled back at me, "…but not you, Erin."

"Okay."

"I probably couldn't anyway, right?" Heather laughed and I shrugged.

"I don't know," I said, feeling a little confused. "I meant what I said before. Um…About doing whatever you want."

"Yeah?" she pursed her lips. "You have to be careful saying stuff like that, Erin."

"Why?"

"Because!" she laughed at me. "That's a lot of faith, but don't worry. I'm going to protect you now."

"You are?"

"Oh yeah," Heather nodded. "That's what friends are for, right?"

"I guess so," I agreed, but I felt like a little kid trying to understand what she meant.

"Hey! Get in!" Lisa waved at us.

"Get in the water!" Stacy laughed. "What are you guys doing?"

"We're dry now!" Heather waved back at them and I giggled.

"So? Come on!" Lisa pouted. "I wanna play with Erin!"

"Me too!" Stacy said. "Push her in!"

"No!" I laughed.

"Here…" Heather stood up and reached for my hands, "…we'll sit on the edge. It'll be fun."

"Sit on the edge?" I rolled my eyes. "You're gonna push me in!"

"No!" Heather made a face and pulled me out of my chair. "You'll see…"

"You guys getting in?" Lisa asked.

"Get naked!" Stacy said, floating on her back with her dark nipples pointing straight up. "Let's go!"

"We're just gonna sit here," Heather told them as we sat on the edge of the pool at the shallow end.

My robe was longer than Heather's and I pulled it up so it wouldn't get wet as we dangled our legs in the pool.

"Hmmm…Okay…" Lisa giggled and pushed her naked body through the water towards us, swimming until she could stand and the girl was very pretty.

She dipped her head in the water, pushing her long, black hair back from her forehead and her almond eyes seemed to glitter like dark jewels. The bright pool lights lit her body from beneath and I swallowed hard, watching her flat tummy undulate as her hips moved. Lisa's breasts weren't that much larger than mine, but they were shaped like tears with stiff, black nipples pointing out and up. She was looking at me and smiling and walking through the water like a dream.

"Like this," Heather whispered and I just watched as she pushed my knees apart and pulled my bathrobe open to expose my sex.

"Hi," Lisa giggled and I could hardly breathe as she stepped up to the side of the pool, standing between my legs.

"Um…Hi," I said, taking a ragged breath and I felt my heart skipping fast. I was so nervous.

"It's okay," Heather told me. "We're all friends, Erin."

"Best friends," Lisa whispered and her arms were going around my waist. "I won't hurt you."

"I know," I whispered into her mouth, because Lisa was kissing me right about then.

She felt a lot like Heather, but different as well and I felt her hand moving up my back and into my damp hair. Lisa held me against her mouth as her tongue darted deep inside mine and I shivered and played my own beneath it. Someone had opened my robe completely, Heather I thought, and I could feel her hand massaging my right breast. I pushed my body against that pleasure and then I felt another hand, this one cool and wet, Stacy's hand found my left breast and she pinched my swollen nipple and rolled it gently so that I gasped into Lisa's mouth.

"My turn," Stacy said as Lisa pulled reluctantly away, and I barely had time to catch my breath before I found myself being kissed again.

Stacy seemed more urgent somehow, a little less gentle and her tongue filled my small mouth more than the others had. She held me tightly against her too, having taken Lisa's place between my legs, and now her wet tits were rubbing mine and her fingers pulled my robe off my shoulders so that I was naked in her embrace. I sucked her tongue like I'd sucked Heather's, sliding my lips back and forth while Stacy kept it long and stiff. How long we kissed, I had no idea, but I was hot and breathless and feeling giddy with pleasure by the end of it.

I smiled at Stacy and licked my bruised lips and then I realized that Lisa had her face between Heathers thighs and she was sucking noisily at the other girl's pussy. I stared at that for a second or two, just long enough for Stacy to kiss my nipples and then my tummy and then…I gasped at the first touch of her lips on my virgin sex. Stacy pulled my legs over her shoulders, pushing me so that I had to back lean on my arms while I watched the dark haired girl lick and kiss the soft flesh around my slit.

"Ohhh…Yessss…" Heather hissed beside me and she held Lisa's head, moving the girl's mouth around her pussy.

They were so beautiful. Heather looked like an angel as she sat there with her blonde hair and bronzed skin, her perfect body glowing by the light of the pool. And Lisa seemed like something from a fairy tale to me, like one of those water nymphs we read about from mythology. Her pale skin had a bluish tint and the ripples on the water were reflected across her slender body so that she seemed to shimmer.

I could have watched them all night probably, except Stacy was licking my pussy and I couldn't breathe. I was trembling and my heart was going too fast. She licked upward along my slit, digging for my small clit with the tip of her tongue. Stacy pinched me there, tugging at the knot of flesh and exposing the tip of my clitoris and then she moved her tongue quickly back and forth, licking my thrumming clit until I was bouncing my butt off the cement and squeezing my thighs against her cheeks. I leaned forward, straining to hug the girl awkwardly as she made me cum. I was bent nearly double with my legs still over her back and I kissed her hair and trembled with the sensation of cumming under her tongue.

They switched after I came down and I think Heather had cum as well, but I wasn't sure. I was giddy and giggling and Lisa kissed me deeply once again, tasting bitter-sweet and oily and I knew that had to be Heather's juices on the girl's tongue. I swallowed it eagerly, savoring the flavor and even the smell. The scent of our arousal was in the air and after kissing me for several minutes, Lisa pressed her mouth to my pussy and she was different than Stacy.

Lisa went right for my hole, pushing her tongue between my pussy lips and she used her thumbs and fingers to spread my labia wide. I saw myself bright pink inside and wet, soaked with my girl goo for Lisa to lap up and swallow noisily. She liked to get her tongue inside and use her top lip and even her teeth to tease my clit. It was like she was kissing my pussy, making out with me and her tongue never left my hole, it just kept wriggling around until she finally pulled back with a breathless giggle.

"I kissed your cherry!" Lisa told me with a smile, widening her almond eyes. "Can I break it, Erin?"

"W-What?" I giggled, feeling another orgasm building between my thighs as the girl rubbed her thumb up and down my slit.

"Can I be your first?" Lisa licked her lips and I felt her thumb between my pussy lips, finding my hymen and she could have pushed through it so easily.

"No…" Heather sighed, "…leave her cherry alone. Make her feel good now."

She pulled me back until we were lying side by side on the concrete and Heather kissed me while Lisa went back to licking my pussy. Stacy still had her mouth on Heather's sex and we were being eaten out while our tongues played together, moving from my mouth into Heather's and back again. She played with my tits, my aching breasts and burning nipples while I did the same with her. Heather's perfect breast filled my right hand and I stroked Lisa's damp hair with the other.

I came again, whimpering and hunching my cunt against Lisa's face and by the time it was over I'd been turned around. Lisa and Stacy had gotten out of the pool and I felt drunk as I found my mouth on Lisa's hairless pussy. The girl was smooth and soft and tasting of chlorine, but giving way to something else, something hers as I started kissing her sex eagerly. Stacy was eating me out and Heather was doing her, and Lisa had her tongue buried in Heather's pussy. The four of us made a daisy chain on the cold tiles and the evening air was filled with wet sucking sounds, soft moans and gasps and thick swallows as we drank each other's cum.

Every time I started coming back down from an orgasm, Stacy would bring me off again. Not huge cums, but little ones that drove me crazy with lust. I'd never licked another girl's sex in my life, but I was feasting on Lisa's sweet pussy. Her skin was unbelievably smooth, like silk against my flushed face, and her plump labia were soft like butter as I drew them into my mouth and chewed her gently. I found her clit and sucked on it, pinching the nub of wrinkled flesh between my lips and she came for me. Lisa's cum was sharp and tangy, oily as it curled my tongue and I swallowed as much as I could while I held her small, round ass in my hands.

Stacy was licking my asshole and I never knew that could feel so good! She pulled my butt cheeks apart and wriggled the tip of her tongue against my sphincter, getting me wet and relaxed so that she could push a long, thin finger inside me and fuck my butt while she went back to licking my pussy. She bit me and sucked at the soft skin around my sex. She gave me dark hickeys in the hollows of my thighs and I came so much I thought I was dying.

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"You're so beautiful," Stacy sighed as she held me against her naked body. "Aren't you glad you stayed now?"

We were inside the house, in the living room, and sitting on the thick carpet with the television on. Stacy leaned against the sofa and I leaned against her. I could feel her hard nipples against my back and the girl's long legs were spread with her feet on the floor inside my knees. She was keeping my legs spread for Lisa who was lying on her tummy, licking my pussy while we watched her. Stacy squeezed my tits and kissed my neck and every now and then I'd turn my head so we could make out for two or three minutes, usually while I was cumming.

"Yeah," I whispered, smiling like I'd never stop.

"Now all we gotta do is get her a boyfriend," Heather said, sitting on the floor to our right and rubbing her golden pussy while she watched us.

"A boyfriend?" I giggled nervously and Lisa's smiled up at me, kissing the swell of my pussy mound and then my tummy as she sat up slowly.

"My tongue's tired," she breathed and the Japanese girl wiped around her mouth with her fingers. "God! Your pussy is sweet!"

"Like cherry pie?" Stacy laughed and then kissed my neck, sucking and nibbling and making me shiver. "I'm gonna give you a hickey."

"No!" I twisted my head, but it wasn't going to do me any good. Stacy loved giving hickeys and I already had a half dozen on my thighs and at least two on my neck.

"A lot of boyfriends!" Lisa grinned at me as she crawled over to Heather and laid down on the floor with her head on Heather's thighs.

"What?" I shivered again as Stacy held me tight and chewed on my neck like a vampire or something. I thought I could cum just from that and my heart seemed ready to burst with happiness as much as anything else. I'd never felt like this with anyone before.

"She's scared of boys though," Heather sighed and I blinked at her. Nobody knew that!

"I'm not, um…" I blushed as she smiled at me.

"Really?" Lisa giggled as Heather rubbed her bare tummy. We were all naked.

"I'm just shy," I said softly, kind of moaning the words while I stroked Stacy's smooth thighs up and down.

"Shy?" Lisa stuck her tongue out at me. "Not anymore!"

"There!" Stacy breathed, lifting her mouth. "Ohhh…that looks nice. Everybody's gonna see that one, Erin!"

"Oh! My mom's gonna kill me!" I laughed and then narrowed my eyes. "What time is it?"

"Like nine probably," Lisa offered with a shrug, smiling up at Heather as the other girl's hands played with Lisa's tits.

"I gotta call my mom! Oh God!"

"Why?" Stacy asked me, kissing my cheek.

"Cause I do!" I told her, trying to get up, but Stacy held me tight.

"I'll call her," Heather said. "What's your number?"

"You?" I blinked at her.

"Sure." She pushed Lisa off her legs and the girl made an unhappy face.

"I gotta go pee anyway," Lisa said to nobody in particular and she smiled at me. "You wanna watch?"

"What?" I giggled.

I didn't know what was going on. I should have called my mom around seven thirty when she got home from work. She was going to be seriously worried and more than a little mad once she found out I was safe and sound. Not because I was safe, but you know what I mean. Getting a call from Heather wasn't going to do me a lot of good and I tried to explain that, but Heather just smiled at me as she picked up a cordless phone and started punching the numbers as I gave them to her.

"This is gonna suck," I decided, watching Lisa's Japanese butt wiggle as she walked out of the living room.

She was way sexy! They all were, the three hottest girls in school naked and flushed and giggling. The most popular ones too and now they were my friends. More than that even, my girlfriends? Maybe? I had no idea what they were to me. I had no idea what any of this meant, except Mom was gonna kill me!

"Hi! Brandy?" Heather said into the phone and I stared at her, wondering how she could possibly know my mom's first name.

"Don't worry," Stacy whispered, sliding a hand down to my pussy and rubbing me gently. "It's gonna be fine."

"It's Heather," the girl said into the phone and then giggled. "Surprise!"

"What? She knows my mom?" I felt like I was dreaming.

"Yeah. Erin's here…Uh-huh…Oh you know, just hanging out…Uh-huh…I know you do!" Heather laughed softly as she stared at me, "…I'm gonna keep her for a little bit…Okay? What?…Of course she is! Hmmmm? Oh…We'll see…I don't think she'll mind too much…Bye-bye…I know…Yeah…I gotta go…Bye, Brandy."

"You know my mom?" I asked Heather as she thumbed her phone off.

"Who's mom?" Lisa asked with a giggle as she walked back into the room.

"Erin's mom!" Stacy laughed. "I bet she's hot too."

"What did she say?" I stared at Heather. "What's going on?"

"She asked me what we were doing," she said with a grin. "If you're being a good little girl."

"A very good girl!" Stacy kissed my hair.

"And then she asked me if you were having fun," Heather reached down to take my hands. "And then she asked me if you were going to play the Game."

"What?" I let Heather pull me to my feet as Stacy let me go.

"She'll play," Lisa smiled at me. "Erin's gonna win too, I bet."

"We're going to take a bath," Heather decided, "and go to bed early."

"Awww…" Stacy frowned up at us.

"You guys can hang out," Heather told them. "Just keep the noise down. Erin's tired. She's had a busy night, haven't you?"

"I don't understand," I frowned, but Heather ignored it and pulled me towards the stairs.

"I'm gonna order some pizza!" Lisa decided, picking up the phone.

"No anchovies!" Stacy warned her and she was reaching for the television remote.

"Which one's got the big dick guy?" Lisa wondered, her finger hovering over the buttons. "I always forget."

"Pizza Hut?" Stacy narrowed her eyes.

"Dominoes," Heather giggled as we climbed the stairs. "Tell them you want Marky to deliver an extra meaty!"

"Oh yeah!" Lisa laughed. "Marky!"

"Meaty Marky!" Stacy clapped her hands happily. "I love that guy!"

"I'm paying this time!" Lisa said.

"What? You paid last time!" Stacy frowned. "I'm paying!"

"No way!" Lisa shook her head. "It's my turn!"

"Maybe we should let Erin pay!" Stacy giggled.

"Yeah!" Lisa looked up at me. "You wanna pay for an extra meaty Marky?"

"Next time," Heather told them and then we reached the top of the stairs and their voices faded.

"What are they talking about?" I wondered. "How come you know my mom?"

"Shhhh…Come on. Wait until you see Daddy's bathtub!" Heather said with a giggle, opening a door and leading me into what must have been the master bedroom.

The room was large and dark with thick red carpeting and black curtains, silk curtains, I thought, covering all the walls from the ceiling to the floor. They covered the windows as well and even the doorway as Heather pushed through it like a long veil and it seemed like we were going through a tunnel. The door closed behind us and it was warm in there and smelled sickly sweet like fruit going bad and I wrinkled my nose against the scent as Heather turned on a lamp with a stained glass lampshade.

A huge bed sat against the far wall and it had black satin sheets and red pillows. Everything was black and red and the only mirror was on the ceiling, above the bed, and giggled at that. There was other furniture too, like a tall, narrow lingerie chest and one of those high boy dressers, and a huge wardrobe with a panting on the doors that looked really old. It looked like the earth, sort of, a circle with stars and the sun around it, but the equator was a disk and flat and there plants and animals, mountains and a waterfall and a big tree in the middle.

"The Garden of Eden," Heather told me when she caught me looking at it. "Pretty cool, huh?"

"Yeah," I shrugged. "Is it old?"

"Pretty old," she giggled. "The bathroom's this way…"

"What's your dad do?" I wondered and then blinked because the bathroom was about as big as my small bedroom back home.

"I dunno," Heather made a face. "Whatever he wants mostly. This is the problem with big bathtubs…"

"What?" I asked and then smiled as she started filling a bathtub the size of a Jacuzzi.

Maybe it was a Jacuzzi and they just used it for a bathtub, I wasn't sure, but it wasn't made of plastic or anything. It was all marble and there were a lot of candles on the walls around it which had shelves like narrow steps. Near the large faucets and fixtures were all kinds of bottles and ceramic bowls with bath oils and beads and who knows what, and the more boring plastic bottles of shampoo and conditioner, all the normal stuff you'd expect in a bathroom.

"It takes forever to fill it!" Heather rolled her eyes. "There's a lighter behind you. I like candles when I take a bath."

"Okay, um…" I nodded and found a couple lighters actually and we spent five minutes lighting candles, like about fifty of them, I bet.

"They never show this stuff in the movies!" she told me with a laugh. "You know, those romantic bathtub scenes? By the time you get everything ready, you just wanna skip it and go to bed."

"I don't wanna skip it," I told her seriously, because I'd never seen anything like it.

"Yeah?" she smiled and turned off the lights so everything glowed with the yellow flames of fifty candles.

The air smelled like wax and something else, a feast of scents filled the air, and the water was hot and steaming. Heather picked up one of the odd shaped jars and pulled out the stopper, and I watched as she poured out some sort of bath oil…bubble bath oil? I giggled as the water churned and started bubbling.

"Oops…" Heather made a face and laughed, "…I might have put too much!"

"That's okay," I laughed too. "I like it."

"Me too!" she gave me her eyes and her smile and I felt special.

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"Go ahead and ask," Heather sighed, holding me close in the deep bath with my back against her tits.

"How come you know my mom?"

"Hmmm…I saw her around," she replied, stroking my breasts under the soapy water. "She doesn't look old enough to be your mom though."

"I know," I nodded, sliding my hands back and forth along Heather's thighs. "She's more like my sister, kinda."

"She's hot."

"Yeah."

"You ever fool around with her?"

"What? No!"

"Just asking," Heather giggled. "If she was my mom…Ohhh…"

"She likes boys."

"So what? I like boys too," she told me. "Stacy's cock crazy and Lisa is a serious sperm slut. It's a Japanese thing probably."

"God!" I laughed.

"You like cock, right?" Heather asked me. "I bet you dream of rocking a big, hard cock."

"Ummm…" I blushed and looked down.

"You don't have to be embarrassed about it," she took a deep breath and let it out slowly. "Tell me."

"Yeah," I nodded.

‘Yeah what?"

"I like, um…cock." I blushed hard and giggled nervously, wondering how I could ever say something like that to anyone.

"I knew it!"

"But I never did anything," I added quickly. "I mean, I just think about it. Sometimes."

"I know that too," Heather kissed my hair. "I know everything about you, Erin."

"You do?" I turned my head to see her nodding.

"Oh yeah," she said. "I want you to do something for me."

"What?"

"For both of us."

"Okay…What?"

"I want you to play a game."

"Tag?" I swallowed hard.

"Yeah," she smiled and wrapped her long legs around my waist. "I want you to play Tag and I want you to win."

"I heard about it."

"You know what it is?"

"It's, um…sex…right?"

"Fucking," Heather giggled. "Fucking cock. As many as you can get inside that horny little cunt of yours."

"Yeah," I nodded, looking down. "I know."

"I've got four girls already," she said with a shrug. "Some little sluts who think they're going to be virgins on their wedding nights."

"Oh!" I giggled nervously.

"I had to do…bad things," Heather sighed, "to get them to play."

"You did?"

"Oh yes."

"Like what?"

"Like the same things we did to you tonight," she told me. "Nice things. Sexy things."

"But…"

"And we took pictures and made little movies," Heather giggled, "and I told them if they didn't play, their parents and friends and everybody they knew would get to see those pictures."

"Ummm…" I swallowed hard.

"But we didn't take any pictures of you, Erin."

"You didn't?" I bit my bottom lip and I wanted to believe her.

"Nope," she smiled at me.

"Why?"

"Because!" she laughed. "I don't need them. You want to play, don't you?"

"I don't, um…"

"You want to fuck every cock in school," she told me. "You know you're a slut. This game was made for girls like you, Erin."

"No…I never…" I was blinking at her, feeling my face burn and Heather just smiled like she knew all my secrets.

"Your mom was a slut," she told me. "Still is. She fucks a different guy almost every night. That's why they don't stick around."

"Wha-What?"

"I swear!" Heather laughed. "She gets off work at five, hits a little bar downtown called Mickey's, and half an hour later she's on her back…"

"She works until seven," I said. "She comes straight home."

"Nine to seven?" she shook her head. "Those are some long hours, Erin. Even for an underpaid secretary like Brandy."

"But…"

"She's been doing her boss since the day she got hired," Heather pursed her lips. "Hmmm…Probably the reason she got hired. You think?"

"Mr. Wilkins?" I blinked. "But he's so…"

"Old?"

"Yeah."

"And your mom's so young," she laughed lightly. "She won the game when she played and you know what?"

"What?"

"She's still playing," Heather kissed me. "And now you're going to play too. Right?"

"I…"

"The game starts on Monday," she said. "We have a whole week to get you ready for it."

"Get me…ready?"

"Get you over that silly fear of boys you seem to have."

"Oh."

"I think Gary would be a good boyfriend for you this week," Heather nodded thoughtfully. "He's dying to pop your cherry."

"He is?" I giggled nervously.

"Of course, once you start playing…"

"What?"

"Well," Heather sighed, "he's not going to want a slut for a girlfriend."

"But I'm not…"

"You'll have to get used to that, Erin," she squeezed me gently. "It can be lonely being a slut sometimes."

"My mom though…"

"She'll understand," Heather scrunched up her nose. "Especially once you get knocked up. She knows what it's like, believe me."

"Knocked up?"

"No birth control allowed," she told me. "It's against the rules."

"Oh."

"You don't really mind, do you?"

"I…guess not," I swallowed hard, feeling my tummy tingle at the idea of fucking as many cocks as I could. Of taking sperm inside my pussy, into my womb without any protection at all…just like my mom had when she'd been fourteen.

"I knew I could count on you, Erin," Heather whispered, turning me around so she could kiss me properly. "The apple doesn't fall far from the tree, does it?"

I blinked at her, wondering how she could know about that, but then she was kissing me deeply and I forgot all about it.

 

        Tag Erin: Chapter 2