Date: Sat, 4 Oct 2008 02:13:47 -0400
From: Julie Linn <cdtale@hotmail.com>
Subject: Frankie and His Girl, Part 4: Jock Tease

Frankie and his Girl, Part 4: "Jock Tease"

by julee hart

TG/teen
cdtale@hotmail.com
@)~%~;'~`~
     I was staring in the window of a Victoria's Secret when I saw
Billy Mills' reflection. He was approaching with a tall redheaded
girl. They stopped and Billy laughed at me.
     "Shopping for your girlfriend, dude?" he said. I almost laughed
but then he said, "Or your boyfriend?"
     He didn't know about my female life. I put on my best male voice
and said, "At least I buy my dates something."
     "Think you're funny, little wiseass?" said Billy.
     He grabbed me by my collar and pulled me down an alley by the
store. I prayed his girlfriend would talk some sense into him. She
didn't.
     Billy punched me in the stomach and pushed me against a Dumpster.
     "Get out of my sight," he said. "Or I'll ring your scrawny little
neck. You dork!"
     Billy walked on with his girlfriend. She acted like nothing had
happened. Billy Mills, big junior class cretin, thinks he's tough
shit.
     Dazed I started to walk home. I had been upbeat all day; now I
was just plain beat up. But after getting roughed up by Billy I felt
like a sniveling weakling; instead of femme I felt like an effeminate
weakling.
     I even thought about canceling Karen's lesson. It was Tuesday,
and tonight Frankie's cousin Karen would give me a femme tutorial. But
when eight o'clock came, I went.
     I told Karen what had happened.
     "Oh hon. Being a sweet thing like you sure has its downside. Are
you all right?"
     I said nothing, just fumed.
     "I got an idea. We'll combine it with tonight's lesson." She
brought me blank sheets of floral stationery and a red pen. "Write
about what happened to you today and what you'd like to do about it."
     "Write it down? Why?" I asked confused.
     "It'll be therapeutic. Don't you think?"
     "I guess. But ... what does it have to do--?
     "Oh, I forgot to explain. You'll be doing it in girl's
handwriting."
     "Oh."
     She handed me some pages with feminine writing on them. "Here's
some letters I wrote. Some of Lissa's too. Feminine handwriting can be
different with each girl, but there are things in common."
     "I know." I looked at the letters. I had always noticed how
rounded and softer a girl's penmanship was. I had tried it before but
I wasn't ready yet.
     Karen always said that femininity started with feminine thinking.
I kept that in mind as I began writing about my run-in with Billy
Mills.
     I felt humiliated, so I internalized it the way a girl would.
After a couple of sentences the words in bright red ink formed easily
in curly, rounded letters. The trick is not to force it. Write as fast
as possible and tap into the natural flow. It was similar to finding
the right vocal register.
      Although some of my letters and numbers were still a little
rough, most of them came out fluently and appeared genuinely feminine.
     I finished and handed it to Karen. As she read she said, "Good,
good. Pretty consistent, too."
     She read some more, and suddenly the paper began to shake.
     "Jesus Christ!" she said. "You didn't tell me this."
     "What's wrong?"
     "You didn't tell me it was Billy Mills." She snapped the paper
closed. "That creep tried to ... to rape me."
     "Really? That bastard," I said. "When? Where?"
     "Never mind the details. But I had to run over a mile in my
blouse and panties, barefooted, till I got to a house where people
gave me something to wear so I could get home. It was horrifying. Now
I just want to forget about it."
     "Why didn't you tell someone?"
     "I was going to. Then--Look, who am I? Do you know anything about
the Mills family? And I had no proof. I decided to forget about it,
move on."
     "I'm so sorry about what happened, Karen. But you haven't forgotten about it. You know that."
     "Look, everything's cool now, okay? I'm just still ... angry,
that's all."
     "I know, I know."
     Still somber, a tear welling in her eye, she said, "Your
handwriting, it's really good, hon."
     "Thanks," I said, but it didn't really matter. "Karen?"
     "Yeah?"
     "I can't stand to see you hurt."
     "Yeah. Well, we both got our problems. Too bad it's because of
the same little prick."
     "You'll just blame yourself."
     "I said yes when he asked me out. So ... maybe I have someone to
blame."
     "That's not right either."
     "I know. But this discussion is over, okay?"
     "Okay. But you've been helping me with the 'girl pointers' and
clothes and all. I feel I owe you."
     "If I need a favor I'll let you know. But one of the reasons I do
this is for my cousin, so you'll be femme for him. And kind of because
of that day you and me and my friends ... "She smiled. "Well, you remember. I had fun then. Though I feel guilty
about leaving Frankie out of it. And anyway I'm helping you cause
that's kinda fun, too. You don't owe me."
     "Whatever," I said. "But if there's ever anything I can do,
promise you'll tell me?"
     "I will." She sniffled. "But there's nothing ..." Her voice
trailed off as if she just realized something. Then she said, "Nah.
Forget it."
     "Girl, tell me," I said.
     A smile began to spread on her face. "Oh God this would be like
too awesome."
     "What?"
     "Oh, Julie baby, we gotta do this!"
     "Do what?"
     Her face was close to mine now. "I got an idea how to fix that
bastard's ass," she said. "And you're going to help."
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       My mother was at work. Frankie and I lay next to each other on
my bed. I was clad in a sheer purple teddy and matching G-string Karen
had given me. Legs and feet uncovered. Frankie wore only boxer shorts.
     He played idly with the small, dark birthmark near my inside
upper thigh area, deep in thought.
     He and I had been about to make love when I broached the subject
of his cousin and our plan to get Billy Mills. I had just finished
telling Frankie about it, and how he could help.
     "No way," he said. "We'll get in trouble. And maybe get beat up."
     "No we won't. Not if we're careful. It'll be easy." I wasn't
quite sure about that. But because it was for Karen, I welcomed the
challenge.
     "Maybe I won't get beat up," said Frankie. "And Karen neither.
But I'm afraid for you. You got the dangerous part."
     He was right about that. "I promise I won't let anything happen
to me. Or you or Karen."
     "But something happening to you is already part of the plan."
     "No, Frankie. You don't get it. The whole point is that nothing
happens."
     "Okay," he said, but didn't mean it.
     "And it's Billy Mills," I said. "I thought you told me you didn't
like him."
     "I said I wouldn't want to be with someone like him. And no I
don't like him either. But I don't either like that he's gonna ... try
something with you."
     "I know," I said. "But it's for Karen. And me, too."
     "Julie ... would you ever leave me flat for somebody like Billy?"
     I tisked. "Frankie, he beat me up."
     "You didn't answer. I mean, he's four years older than me. He's
experienced."
     I hated that I was suddenly thinking of Billy's large blue eyes
and wavy brown hair. I shook the thought from my mind. "No," I said.
"Never. Billy's a sociopath."
     "A socio--what?"
     "Crazy."
     "Then stay away from him."
     "If you don't want to help, hon, that's okay. We'll get someone
else."
     Frankie sighed. "Lemme think about it, okay?"
     "'Kay," I said, a little miffed.
     We lay in silence for another minute, and suddenly I felt a hand
touch the area between my thigh and my tummy.
     My mood began to change, focused on the stirring in my genitalia.
My cheeks rapidly warmed. But then I still had Karen's and my problem
on my mind and I couldn't find the mood.  @)~%~;'~`~
Friday               Karen wore a black sweater and short pleated skirt. Her legs were
clad in black stockings--probably pantyhose--and had on buckled shoes.
We were in the garage attached to her house.
     "This is what we're gonna do," she said to Frankie and me. "The
dance is tonight. Micky'll drive the three of us there. Frankie, you
and I'll stay in the car. Lissa'll be inside, watching. She'll call
you when it's time."
     "'Kay," replied Frankie.
     "Julie, you already know what you'll be doing."
     "Uh huh."
     "We know Billy will be going to the dance alone. Rumor has it
he's not taking anyone. Just stand around until he hits on you--and
believe me he will."
     "How can you be sure?" I asked.
     "If he doesn't, just do your stuff and pull him to you. He
doesn't know you. You're new at school. Just moved here--make up a
cover story. Get him to take you to his car. Just long enough so
Frankie can take the pic."
     With time getting shorter, I was beginning to imagine all that
could wrong. But I refused to let on. Karen's honor, and mine for that
matter, hinged on it.
     Besides, Karen's seventeenth birthday was coming up next week. I
wanted it to be a nice one.
     "Where do I get made over?" I asked.
     Karen looked at Frankie. "Uncle John and Aunt Diane are going out
tonight, right?"
     "Yeah," replied Frankie. "Six."
     "Good. Then we start dress-up after that. We'll be at the school
by about nineteen hundred hours."
     Frankie said, "Huh?"
     "Seven," I explained. Now I really wasn't feeling good about
this.
@)~%~;'~`~
       Shortly after six--"1800 hours" according to Karen--we were at
Frankie's house. Karen sat me in an armchair and dropped some clothes
and things in another. I had butterflies in my stomach--and not the
good kind.
     Frankie sat slouched on the couch, his chin in his hand. He
looked cranky and his crossed legs nervously bobbed up and down.
     Karen laid out my clothes from a Victoria's Secret shopping bag.
     First the under things: a pair of off-black stockings with hot
pink lace tops, a black lace garter belt with shiny bright red trim,
and matching lacey black bra with a red rose between the cups.
     I started to forget how anxious this scheme was making me.
Especially when I saw the panties: bright scarlet-red bikinis, the
front and back panel silken and glossy, the sides were transparent red
lace.
     Just like the ones I'd been looking at in the Vicky's Secret
window when Billy Mills came along--the whole ensemble, in fact.
     I cupped my face in awe. "Wow. Thank you Karen."
     "My pleasure," she said. "Frankie, let's go and let Julie get
dressed.
     "Why?" asked Frankie.
     "Because it's respectful," she said.
     They left and I put on the bra first, then the black lace bra
with the crimson rose. Then the charcoal colored stockings.
     I always loved putting on stockings, rolling them up over my knee
to hug my thigh. These were especially sexy, with black seams running
up the back. But the hot pink lace tops of these black stockings had
no elastic bands. I realized why I needed the black lace garter belt.
     I fastened the garter belt around my waist then clasped the ends
of its dangling red straps to the blushing tops of the stockings. An
erection began poking out the wickedly red bikinis.
     "Down girl," I whined, starting to get nervous. Why was Karen
paying so much attention to what I was wearing underneath? No way was
Billy going to get that far!
     As if aware I was done, Karen and Frankie came back into the
living room. Frankie's eyes were wide, indicating as always that he
was aroused.
     "Hot, Julie," said Karen.
     She took some tissue from a box and stuffed my braw, molded it.
Then she went to the other VS bag and pulled out something a shiny red
dress. She held it up against her. "You like?"
     "Oh, I love," I replied.
     She handed it to me. "Hurry. We've got a lot to do."
     I put on the red satin party dress. It was strapless. The bottom
flared out and fell just below the knees. And there were slits on
either side that went almost up to the waist. I was in awe.
     I gasped. "Karen, this must've been... "
     "No, it wasn't expensive. Besides, it fits me too, so I'll get
some use out of it, too."
     "But... won't I be too dressed for this dance?"
     "That's the idea."
     She sat me down to do my face while Frankie sat watching,
thumping his leg again.
     She placed long eyelashes on my eyelids and used a touch of blue
eye shadow to bring out the blue of my eyes. She worked patiently
applying rouge to my cheeks creating just the right contour to my
cheekbones. On my eyes she used a liner.
     Frankie's thumping increased.
     Karen used a liner on my lips and then coated them with ruby red
lipstick, all the while working intently like an artist. Then she
studied me with care.
     "There," she said finally.
     I looked in the mirror and wondered who that girl was. "Wow."
     Karen smiled then acted stunned. "Wait!" she said and went to one
of the bags. She pulled out some jewelry. "The earrings are clip-on.
The rest is mine so don't lose any of it."
     The earrings were long and dangly silver with small gleaming red
stones. The necklace was liquid silver. The bracelet was embellished
with tiny sparkling white gems.
     Karen then took out a tiny bottle of amber fluid and squirted it
in the air. I knew to step through it to catch the essence so it
wouldn't overwhelm. The scent was a mystifying and powerful one and
made my heart pound against my chest.
     "It smells so beautiful," I said.
     "It's called Charlie, hon," Karen replied. "We're taking no
prisoners tonight."
     The doorbell rang. I gasped.
     "Get that, Frankie!" said Karen.
     Frankie bolted and looked out the window. "It's my friend Timmy,"
he announced.
     "Oh, God," said Karen. "That little shit. Frankie, get rid of
him, or take him upstairs." To me Karen said, "I hate Timmy. He's a
brat and a liar."
     Frankie stomped out of the room.
     "Don't mind him," said Karen. "He's bored."
     "Maybe he's worried. I sure am."
     "Julie," she said, her beautiful lips bent into a snarl, "stop
being such a whiny little bitch!"
     Her words clobbered me. I abruptly got just as hissy, my hand on
my hip and my chin shooting up. "Bitch, huh? Well honey, I learned
from the best."
     Karen beamed. "Nice comeback! You're gonna do great." She brought
out a wig. "You'll need this. He might recognize you."
     The wig was auburn with blonde highlights and had thick, wavy
tresses flowing just below the shoulder. It looked so natural. I put
it on. Karen brushed it out.
     "We want those earrings to show," said Karen. She held up a
handful of my locks and choked them with a silver elastic band. Curly
tresses burst out and spilled lightly over my neck and shoulders. A
few tendrils dangled alongside my ears, nicely showcasing the
earrings.
     She slipped a pair of scandalously sexy silver 4-inch heeled
sandals on me and fastened the straps.
     "You're complete," she said. She handed me a small black
pocketbook with a wallet, some bills, and the Charlie dispenser.
"Let's get Frankie and go."
     I went upstairs. The door to Frankie's room was opened a crack.
Frankie and Timmy were sitting on the bed. Timmy was a thin, blond kid
who wore baggy jeans and a black T-shirt. He seemed a shade younger
than Frankie.
     I was going to push the door wide open when I heard Frankie
whispering. "I make white stuff now."
     "Me too. Lots."
     "I even have somebody I do it with."
     "No way, really? A girlfriend?"
     "Well...sorta..."
     Instead of opening the door I tapped on it. "Frankie, it's time
to go."
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     Karen, Frankie and I got to the dance. I went in and was asked
for ID. I told them I was starting school this year. They gave me no
argument.
     I went into the softly lit gym where kids were dancing slowly.
The stares I got from guys that sent buzzing sensations through me.
Girls stared, too.
     My mouth went dry and I had to fight off the jitters. I was
scared but excited at this, my debut in public as a girl.
     Several guys came up to me and I quickly excused myself.
     Then from behind me came Billy Mills. I guess I was secretly
hoping it would never happen.
     "Hey, babe. Do I know you?"
     My impulse was to say yes, you beat me up the other day.
     "I don't think so. I'm new here. I mean, at the school. I mean
I'm new in town, too, but not new at the dance. My n-name is Julie."
     I bit a ruby-red lip and thought to myself, Oh, you're gonna blow
this--no, don't use that word. You're going to screw this up--Damn!
     "Sexy voice too. And you smell like sweet, sexy candy."
     I left out a silly, nervous laugh. "I didn't know candy could
smell sexy."
     "Sorry, I'm not poet. Wanna dance with me, Julie?"
     It was a slow dance. "Um, yeah. No." I started twisting my hair.
"I'm not sure." I needed to get back my edge. I smiled. "You haven't
told me your name."
     "Billy. Julie, I gotta say you're the hottest girl here."
     "Thanks, Billy. So umm what class you in?"
     "Well, this is a junior dance, so ..."
     I giggled. "How silly of me! Billy, I don't think I'd like to
dance yet. I'm kinda thirsty. Could you be a sweetheart and get me a
soda?"
     "Sure, Julie."
     While he was gone I tried to pull myself together. This was my
debut in public as a girl. I tried thinking of what Madonna would do,
but in my mind the Material Girl was smoking a cigarette while driving
her Porsche and quarreling with someone from Buckingham Palace on her
mobile. Even my imagination failed me.
     Billy returned, handed me a cup. "Cherry soda for a cherry-sweet
girl," he said.
     Oh God! I thought. Gotta get this over before I spew. "I hate
dances," I said, watching kids slow dance.
     "I'm not too crazy about 'em either. Hey, I got an idea. Let's go
for a walk."
     We walked through a forested area alongside the school, Billy's
arm around my shoulder. He bored me with bullshit about himself. I
finished my soda and was about to throw out the cup.
     "Don't do that. I've got something in my car."
     End game, I thought. I felt a little relieved.
     He had a bright red sports car. "You'll look so fine in this," he
gloated.
     We got in and he drove to an alcove of the school building where
no one could see. He parked and pulled a flask of Johnny Walker Red
from the back, poured a splash of amber liquor in my plastic cup. The
color reminded me of Charlie perfume, except the whiskey smell made me
cough. I took a tiny sip.
     "You do this with a lot of girls, I'll bet," I said smiling and
nudging a little closer.
     He shrugged. "Nah. Not like I don't have the chance, though." His
arm went around my shoulder and he sipped from the bottle.
     "Oh, you're a little rascal I'll bet."
     My eyes scanned the parking lot, the trees, the school--
everywhere. Where was Frankie?
     "I got a private entrance to my room at home. We could slip in
there, okay?"
     I sipped a little more whiskey. Too much. My face caught fire and
my eyes watered. I held back a gasp. "Sounds awfully nice, but I'll
wanna ... wanna go back inside later. We could have a--ya know--nice
time right here."
     He shrugged. "I guess." He took another sip. "Julie ... can I
kiss you?"
     Smiling coyly, I fiddled with the edge of the cup. "I dunno."
     "Hmmm. Are you a prude, Julie?"
     "Oh noooo. Just a little shy." Frankie, where the fuck are you?
     "I can cure shyness."
     Ah, you're a doctor now, I thought.
     He nuzzled my wig hair and his lips went to my cheek. I couldn't
help cringing. He blew in my ear, kissed my neck. It would've felt so
good if it wasn't Billy Mills doing it.
     The warmth of the liquor spread through me. His lips moved toward
mine and I went utterly still. He pulled me to him. A little peep
escaped me, muffled by his lips.
     My eyes roved the parking lot. Then the trees, where I saw
something move. Frankie...?
     That encouraged me to hasten things. One arm went limply around
him. The other went to his thigh. Paint the best picture, I thought.
     He grabbed my hand and put it squarely on his bulge. I was
scared. He kissed me harder. I glanced out the windshield. Where was
Frankie? The windows started to steam up. It had to be soon.
     Billy's hand groped my bra cup and then traveled down to my
thigh, beneath the slit in the red satin dress, fumbled past the
garter strap, and before I could stop it, went to my crotch and
touched my "clit".
     I was dead.
     He withdrew from my lips. Breathless and shaking, he felt the
outline. I froze still for a moment then gulped a finger of booze.
     His hand staying there, he said, "What the hell..."
     I braced for a possible physical assault and said, "I'm sorry,
Billy, I shoulda told you. I'm a boy. Well... part a boy, gonna have
an operation. Don't be m-mad. Please?"
     "Why didn't you tell me?"
     "I dunno. You're so cute, didn't have the heart? Was gonna?
Honest?"
     He swigged the whiskey. "Look, ya know... like I believe live and
let live. No--no big deal. Be honest I always was kinda ... Don't tell
anybody but ... I've always had a ..."
     "Fetish?" I said, stepping things up. "I understand." The liquor
was doing its job. I suddenly felt bold, flashing my eyelashes. In my
best sultry femme voice said, "Want to ... umm ... taste each other,
Billy?"
     He aimed a finger at my red lips. "You can't tell anybody. You
hear?"
     "No no no bay-bee. Not a whisper."
     I lifted the front panel of my satin dress. I slid down the
scarlet satin-lace bikini as far as the garter snaps on the hose
allowed. My clit snapped up stiff as rock candy.
     Billy anxiously unbuckled his pants and brought out his maleness.
It was thick but not very long. I touched it, sighing. It pulsated in
between my fingers.
     "Take them all the way off. 'Kay, hon?" I said cutel.
     Billy struggled to shed his pants and tossed them in the back
seat. He tilted my seat back, leaned over me, and got right into it. I
closed my eyes, shocked by the rush I got. How skillful he was.
Amateurs I guessed often can be.
     I fondled his member gently, sensuously, trying to keep in mind
why I was here. Then I heard footsteps and a rustling outside the car.
I opened my eyes and saw Frankie through the windshield.
     Frankie wore a cap and sunglasses to avoid being identified. He
held up the cell phone and snapped a pic of us.
     That aroused me more. Billy's lips and tongue felt so good. But I
had to get ready. I slipped off Lissa's 4-inch with my free hand,
grasped the dashboard, waited.
     Frankie took another pic and, moving to the passenger side,
snapped another one, catching part of Billy's bobbing face. The creep
hadn't a clue.
     Exit strategy, I suddenly thought.
     "Billy, let me?" I begged, looking hungry.
     Frankie had ducked out of sight as a breathless Billy looked up
and said, "Sure baby."
     He tilted his own seat back and reclined. I wasted no time
leaning over and began sucking him, but it was all automatic now. I
concentrated on timing, and after a few moments, the time was right.
     My hand reached into the back seat and clutched his pants. My
other quietly collected my shoes and purse. Then I squeezed my teeth
around his member. Hard.
     While Billy screamed I flung the door open and dashed out, shoes
and purse and pants in hand. Frankie was already running ahead of me.
Behind me, in his shorts, yelling with rage, stood Billy.
     Karen's car was waiting in the lot. We got in and we all laughed
as she sped off.
@)~%~;'~`~             We got back to Frankie's house at 8:30. I couldn't believe it; it
seemed like it should be at least ten.
     I was feeling embarrassed and half-drunk but I accepted a wine
cooler to celebrate our victory.
     We all sat in the living room with Timmy, who had waited for
Frankie's return. Timmy kept staring at me, and I'd been stared at
enough for one day.
     Gleefully Karen said, "Time for an assessment. I'm happy to
report the operation was a success. Julie, you were absolutely great.
Lissa and I were watching in the gym. And keep the getup."
     "But ..."
     "Shush. I only had to buy the wig and outfit, really--$140 but I
make twice that a week. And it was worth every cent. The shoes are
Lissa's but she said wear 'em whenever you want."
     "Thank you," came my hushed reply.
     "Frankie, you were great. Fantastic pics!"
     "You guys really get pics of Billy Mills with somebody?" asked
Timmy. His voice hadn't even changed yet.
     "Sure did," Frankie said.
     Timmy looked at Frankie. "With her?" he asked, meaning me.
     Frankie beamed. "Uh huh."
     "Wow." Timmy said in disbelief, "You're not really a girl?"
     "Why do you ask?" I said.
     "Frankie already said. But you sure look like one." He stared
some more.
     "Go ahead," Frankie said to Timmy. "Tell her what you told me."
     "Julie, I wanna dress up too."
     "That's nice," I said.
     "Will you and Karen show me?"
     Karen and I said "maybe" at the same time.
     "Frankie, let's go put the pics on the computer," said Karen.
     Karen and Frankie went to the computer in the dining room. I went
up to Frankie's room to change. I sat down on the bed. I started to
slip off my shoes when the door creaked open. It was Timmy.
     "Hey," he said.
     "Hi."
     He stepped in, closed the door. Then he unbuckled his baggy jeans
and let them fall. He stood there in his blue briefs.
     "I'm sorry, hon, but I'd like my privacy now. 'Kay?"
     "Billy's my cousin," he said.
     "What did you say?"
     "The guy you punked tonight? He's my cousin."
     "Oh." My heart started to pound.
     "I could tell on you to him. You and Karen and Frankie."
     "You wouldn't."
     "I won't."
     I was relieved.
     "Unless you don't do something for me."
     "What ... do you mean?"
     "You know what I mean. Julie, I'm not tryin' to be a rat. It's
just I need it. I wanna do some stuff with you now."
     "No. And you're not really gonna tell anyone," I said, calling
his bluff.
     He grinned. "I will too. I'll tell him tonight. Watch me."
     I took a deep breath. He was young. Maybe I could slough him off
for now and he'd forget about it. "Okay. Not tonight, though, hon."
     "Uh uh. Now is when I need it." He kicked off his sneakers and
socks and pulled the jeans the rest of the way off. He shed his
oversize sweatshirt, dropped it to the floor. Nothing remained on his
slender body but the blue briefs and his bellybutton, an outie.
     He went to the door and turned the latch. "Ready?"
     I tried to come up with a way out but drew a blank. I thought of
just saying no. Then I thought of Karen, and what could happen to
Frankie. "Ten minutes," I finally said. "That's all."
     "Uh uh. Fifteen."
     "Okay, fifteen. Then you get out of here."
     "Cool."
     He shed the briefs and scampered up on Frankie's bed, lying flat
on his back. His selfish little member was rigid and rose like a
second hand of a clock, but much faster.
     The pinkish glans peaked out from the creamy foreskin. His unripe
scrotum was small. His twiggy build hipless and completely smooth.
     "Take off that dress," he ordered, breathing nervously. "And lick
my boner."
     I removed the red satin dress and leaned over Timmy to lick the
small reddish glans. He shuddered.
     "Suck it," he said brusquely.
     I surrounded the four-inch shaft with my lips and began moving up
and down. He wriggled and made little groans.
     "Take your underwear down," he said after a while.
     My red panties seemed to resist as I slid them down.
     He smiled, his eyes widened. "You're so big, Julie."
     He rolled on his side and fumbled with my clit. As he started
licking I tried not to get hard, but nature took its course.
     He stopped, tugged the garter strap, and said, "Take this off."
     I unsnapped the straps from the stockings, unhooked the garter
belt and removed it. The stockings drooped but stayed on.
     He pointed to the satin and lace panties. "Now those."
     I pulled them over my knees and off. I was nervous and scared and
a little testy. "What now?" I asked.
     "Make me cum."
     "You don't cum," I said. "What do you even do?"
     "Sometimes I jack off or maybe lie on my stomach and rub against
the sheet."
     "Okay. I'll 'jack' you, okay?"
     "No. I wanna rub on you."
     Timmy mounted me and put his hands around my neck. His narrow
waist fit easily between my parted thighs. He started kissing me and
moving his hips.
     His penis felt like a sleek nail rubbing against me. He sometimes
stopped to reach down between us and adjust our genitals. His kisses
were awkward and tasted like bubblegum.
     He was holding me tight, his high-pitched grunts as fast and
quick as his desperate thrusts. But I couldn't help tingling all over
as I sensed his eagerness. I bit my hand to suppress my urge and hoped
our time would soon be up.
     "Oh, Julie," came his strained cry as he kept humping. "Hope ...
you're ... not mad ... are ya?"
     The spark of desire glowing deep inside me caught fire and
spread. I found myself grasping Timmy's naked back, squeezing his
gyrating bottom.
     "You ... like it ... too Julie ... don't ya?"
     My toes tightened. The pressure in my loins swelled.
     Timmy held tighter and trembled, pressing hard against me. His
slender hips swiveled slower now. His body shuddered. And then he
startled me with a long weeping moan. He had climaxed. He fell limp on
me, his skin hot, a goofy look on his face. I felt a little puddle
form on my stomach.
     We could've stopped now. But it was too late; the floodgates had
burst open.
     I held my cries behind a quivering gasp as my loins erupted. All
that tension and stress gave way, pouring out in a prolonged release
of passion. It was more powerful than I'd dreamed possible.
     After the final hot wave washed over me I lay spent and wobbly.
Timmy slithered his privates playfully in the result, his belly
smeared up to his outie. His chin fell against my neck. "You're all
gooey now," he said, giggling. "That was so hot."
     Breathing raggedly I started to rise. "Time for you to get
dressed and go."
     "No problem." He jolted to his knees and looked down at me. "But
I gotta tell you something first."
     "What?"
     "About being Billy's cousin? I made that up," he said proudly. "I
wouldn't tell him nothin' anyway."
     He jumped off the bed and wiped his lap with a Kleenex. While
getting dressed he kept chuckling. "We gotta do this again. Okay?" he
said. "Or I really would tell Frankie."
     "No, Timmy." I grinned. "Everyone thinks you're a liar."
     "Yeah? How else could I know you got a birthmark down there?"

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