She!

Chapter 15

By the end of the first month of school, I had a cadre of girlfriends, had figured out my courses and how to study for them, and was known as the quarterback's girl. I'd planned on all but the last one and enjoyed each. But I really wasn't the quarterback's girl. He hadn't even asked me out yet.

The reason we were identified with each other was our lunches every day and the walks together between classes. I'd also gone to all the football games and a couple of practices to watch him.

I thought he was a magnificent creature. Poised. Intelligent. Fluid in his easy movements. Strong in a gentle way. All around, he was a great catch. I just hadn't caught him yet. He was certainly the topic of a lot of female conversation.

I got together with one or more of my girlfriends a couple of days during the week and some weekend days and nights. The girls, Becky foremost and Ann and Veronica later, were all intelligent, good-looking, and chatterboxes. I loved them all in different ways.

Becky was the quiet one, very reserved unless you were alone with her. Then she turned her personality loose, not fearing rejection, and became a real wonder. It seemed she knew something about almost everything with only a few erroneous ideas or bad information. I worked hard around all the girls not to be overbearing and know-it-all but I sometimes had to fight myself to keep from correcting ridiculous statements. Of course I had that problem with adults as well.

Becky was a little taller than me with almost white hair she kept in a ponytail most of the time. She was the reason we experimented with makeup one night at a slumber party. Without makeup, she was mousy and uninspiring looking even with a tiny waist and wonderful legs. With some eyebrow pencil, mascara, and blush, she was gorgeous.

Ann was tall – we told her she was statuesque but she was really just tall and skinny. We made her stop stooping to hide her height and even got her to wear high heels that emphasized it. She got a lot of looks now, particularly at her very long and well shaped legs, and they were all positive. She was starting to date one of the basketball players whom she had to stretch on tiptoes to kiss.

Veronica was our wildcard. Dark haired and dark complected, she was exotic in a way I had been familiar with in Eastern Europe. If she'd had a Slavic or Germanic accent, I would have known the name of the town she came from. As it was, that heritage was probably two or three generations removed. She has full lips that, if I had been a guy, I would have died for. That and very large breasts for her 110 pound body.

What truly made her our wildcard was that she was as sexually oriented as anyone I've ever known. She thought it, talked it, and did it whenever possible. She was mentally very sharp but seemed to be able to turn any conversation to sex with ease. Not wanting to be held down to any one guy, she dated a mix of guys, one after another, and her reputation was terrible and probably deserved.

We all had one thing in common: we were not part of the social structure. Becky wasn't particularly interested in other girls at school, Ann had been an outcast since grade school because of her height, Veronica was a "slut," and I was new and unusual.

I was quickly identified as a "brain" by the truly stupid in the school because I got my homework in on time, did well on the tests (though purposely not perfect), and always had the answer to questions when no one else did. I explained my knowledge of French by saying I had a French friend in New York once. Actually I'd been French a very long time ago (really a Briton). I worked hard not to overpower history (an easy course for me). I did well in Biology because I was very very interested in it and was kind of continuing a search for the reason for my being. Psychology was just fun, which made it easy. English was no problem with the writing assignments challenging while the high school dissection of literature fairly grating. The Calculus, not invented when I'd last taken mathematics formally, was my hardest course and the most time consuming. Luckily, both Becky, in the evenings occasionally, and Will, during lunch periods, could help me with it.

Because my group of friends was open to anyone, Minni was frequently with us when we went out and always when we were at our house. She was now dating Paul fairly regularly and studying with him some evenings at our house and under the careful supervision of Molly.

Molly undoubtedly would have been appalled if she'd know Minni and Paul had been making love at every opportunity and most locations where they dated for most of the month. Minni, of course, told me all the details. They'd done it in his brother's car, in the park, in the field behind our house, at the movie theater, in an employee's only bathroom at the mall, and once in a downtown alleyway. I wondered where they were going to do it when it got colder outside.

Molly, all the kids in school all day, had finally taken a secretarial job for a lawyer downtown. Thus the kids and I had the house to ourselves from school to five each day.

That two hour period had produced a couple of wrestling matches with the boys and a couple of licking sessions from Einstein. Minni and I, of course, didn't need that help at night since we still regularly made love after we'd gone to our room to sleep.

Minni had told me after the visit of the barbarian that she didn't want to get spoiled for any other man so didn't ask for him again. I thought maybe I'd plan something private for her birthday or Christmas.

Phil still put his hand under my short skirts as I washed dishes or made dinner in the evening. We'd made love on the couch one Sunday afternoon as Molly took a nap and everyone else was out.

Molly and I had made time for each other on three occasions when everyone was out.

I thought my sex life very active and varied until that weekend.

Friday night.

At lunch, Will asked me if I'd go to the football game as his date, grinning self- consciously. I agree readily though I knew I'd be alone from sometime before the game to some while after it as he dressed, played, and then showered and dressed again.

It went as I'd anticipated except that he asked me for a good luck kiss before he went to the locker room and, after spending the game with my girlfriends and their dates, got to give him the congratulatory after game kiss while half the school watched us.

Much more fun, he took me to the game dance where I got to share in his glory. We drank Cokes and danced most of the fast dances. I only knew a few of the steps but he was a good teacher and, as long as you stayed close to the beat, it didn't matter much what you did.

All three of my girlfriends were there with dates. Veronica whispered in my ear that she'd climaxed on the dance floor and that they were going soon so there'd be time for a real fuck before going home. The guy obviously knew he was in luck.

Then, about eleven, the band changed to slow dances. Will and I didn't miss one. He was wonderful dancing slow. First he held my arm out in a natural, comfortable way and effortlessly moved me in perfect synchronization with his body. Then he moved my hand to his shoulder and his lips to my ear. He held me so tight to him, I could only move with him. And finally, I put my arms around his neck, his around my waist, and his lips moved to my neck and chin and, ultimately, to my mouth. It was fantastically arousing and I found myself moving rhythmically against his thigh.

After two dances, I was having trouble focusing my eyes or catching my breath and knew my panties were soaked. At least I had the satisfaction of knowing he could hardly walk and had to stay very close behind me to hide what I'd helped him produce.

He accepted more congratulations when we left, a couple of his teammates kidding him about what we were going to do now.

We drove to the bluff that overlooks town and parked. It was ridiculous with my experiences even in the prior week. And it was great.

He wooed me. That's the only way I can think of to explain it properly. We talked quietly. We looked at the lights of town. We talked about the stars and picked out constellations. I leaned across his lap, cushioned from the car door by his arm and turned sideways on the seat. We kissed very softly, just our lips meeting, for a very long time. He rested his hand lovingly on my stomach. And we looked at each other from that most uncomplimentary of distances – about two inches – seeing no faults.

I moved his hand onto the rise of my shirtwaist dress and he undemandingly rubbed my breast through the layers of material. I felt his tongue first on my lips as I unbuttoned my dress to give him access to my bra. I felt his tongue inside my mouth first as I undid my bra for him and felt him touch my skin very softly.

I felt his own excitement against my back first when I unbuttoned the dress the rest of the way, allowing him to look at my naked stomach and the French-cut lace panties I had been soaking for the last two hours. We could both smell my musky odors at the same time because our noses were within an inch of each other.

I felt his involuntary pelvic motions first as I guided his hand to my panties. I heard and felt his first moan in my mouth as I pushed my panties down and over my knees, lifting my legs to him so he could take them the rest of the way off. I had my first climax as his lips covered my nipple and his finger moved inside and over me.

He had his first climax moments after I turned over, pushed his pants down his legs, and covered him with my mouth. Seconds later, I had my second climax here as he began playing with me as I pumped my front into the car seat under me.

Finally, he slid the car seat back and moved me around to straddle him. I had still another climax as my head hit the roof of the car, his come pouring into me from below and his mouth mauling my breasts.

We used our underwear and a pocket pack of Kleenex to clean up before I lay back against his arm again, enjoying his hand intimately between my legs, rubbing my stomach and thighs, and molding to my breasts.

"I'm sorry, Sue," he whispered softly.

"For what?" I asked with disbelief. "You've got nothing to be sorry for."

"Yes, I do. I haven't told you about myself and…" He stopped and I waited for him. "… And I can't right now."

"Then I should be sorry as well," I said. "I think that my secrets are far more than yours."

He laughed softly but was not convinced.

"Oh, Sue. If you only knew." He leaned his head back against the seat back for a long time before continuing. I wasn't going to keep him from whatever he believed and I wasn't in a position where I could tell him about myself. "If I told you, you'd think I was insane, at best. At worst, you'd run in fear."

"Now I'm intrigued," I said. "As my brothers would say, 'I'll bet a thousand thousand dollars' you couldn't shock me or make me afraid of you."

"For me, it would be a very good bet," he laughed. "And maybe sometime. But not yet. I can't risk losing you yet."

"At least you're saying 'yet'," I said. "That means that you might come to trust me sometime." He was non-committal on that, only grunting at the possibility.

I knew he was mysterious and special but I couldn't guess at the secret that could so upset him. I didn't pressure him but, instead, told him that it was probably time for me to be home so my family wouldn't worry. He drove back to my house then as I dressed on the seat beside him and felt sexy, naked under the little dress.

We stood on the lighted front porch and kissed and held each other for a long time before I finally went into the house. I had to fill Minni in on every detail and repeat many of the actions with her to get rid of my reactions to just talking about the romantic evening.

Saturday.

Up late, we slept in until almost noon before going out in the back yard and taking advantage of the dying summer sun. Trying to be of some kind of help, we took turns doing rounds of the lawn so Phil could spend his time with Molly.

Since the boys were enjoying the day by participating in a sandlot football game and they could hear us talking and mowing, Molly and Phil spent a couple of hours bathed in sweat on their bed, washing it off each other, and producing still more afterward.

Paul and Minni were going out that night and I was invited to a slumber party with my girlfriends.

The slumber party was at Veronica's and Ann was there when I arrived with my little bag full of overnight stuff and my best looking nightgown. We'd had two other slumber parties – one at Becky's house under the close supervision of her strict parents and one at our house. I learned immediately that Veronica's mother (she was divorced) had gone to New York for the weekend with her boyfriend. We had the house to ourselves until Sunday night, if we wanted.

The night started pretty much as all our slumber parties had. We ordered pizza, made popcorn, drank Coke, talked a lot, and listened to music. Though it was on, we mostly ignored a video Veronica had rented for us. A romantic comedy that we really watched only when it got a little sexy or when the big romantic scenes played through. Since we'd all seen it, we didn't miss much.

Veronica was, by nature, extremely outgoing. Ann was blossoming from her long embarrassment about her height. I was – well, what I am. That's not shy. But Becky was the one who surprised us all. At least with us, she was becoming wilder and more outgoing all the time as her self esteem soared with the simple addition of a little makeup to point out her beautiful face.

She was very conservative still in her clothing choices. So that became our goal for the night – change over Becky.

She came to the slumber party in a long skirt, a long sleeved shirt, and flat shoes. Her hair was in a ponytail as usual.

We started by giving her a permanent, the disgusting smell of the solutions adding to the smells of pizza boxes and stale popcorn. I rolled her long blond hair on the big rollers while Ann did the solutions. Veronica combed it out after it had dried, set, been washed, and we'd all watched another video.

Taking what we'd done before with a little mascara and blush, we made her up with eye shadow, lipstick, fingernail polish to fingers and toes, blush, shadows, and other eye makeup until she looked like a fashion plate.

As well as her "conservative" school clothes, Veronica had a closet full of trashy teen clothes but Ann and I vetoed them for Becky's new look. Veronica took us to her mother's room instead and we found what we wanted there.

We started by stripping Becky, even making her take off her full, white cotton bra and waist high panties.

Veronica picked out underwear – French cut red panties that covered absolutely nothing and a matching bra. Her mother is a C-cup but had some pads that brought Becky from her normal B-cup up to fill the bra. She also found some sheer thigh-high stockings.

Ann and I went through her mother's closet fighting over which things were sexier. Finally we compromised on having her dress in several things so we could see what looked best on her.

We agreed on the black patent spike heels that were about four inches high.

For an hour, she tried on one dress after another. A red silk strapless. A white lace top with a high neck and no sleeves at all. A long, slinky blue dress that sort of shimmered with highlights. She looked great in all of them.

She had to take off the bra to wear the one we liked best – a little black dress with a ring of material around her neck from which two strips of material dropped across her breasts and opened below them to show her bellybutton. It was backless and short, the hem coming down just below the tops of the stockings.

We chose long, dangling earrings, four bracelets for her wrists, and (at Veronica's insistence) a shining ankle bracelet.

For half an hour, we had her sit, stand, walk around the room, and strike poses. Almost by the moment, her confidence grew and the way her body moved, her voice sounded, everything became a woman instead of a girl.

Ann changed the night for us then. "You look about twenty-five," she said. Becky giggled and blushed at the compliment and began posing like a sophisticate. "I'll bet you could go out and order a drink and get served without even a question," Ann added.

"No way!" Becky said.

"I'll bet!" Ann said.

"The only way I could collect would be get caught and make a fool out of myself at a bar or something."

"Yeah, sort of. If I lost. I'll bet that if you win, I'll do whatever you say for one whole day. You can make me do the most embarrassing thing you can think of. But if I win, you have to do what I say for a day. Okay? That way, if you get embarrassed, you can get back at me the same way. Okay?"

We chose an evening bag for her and gave her five dollars for the drink.

Finally, Becky agreed. Giggling and laughing Ann drove us to one of the big hotels downtown. We chose it because it had a bar that was open onto the lobby so we could watch her without giving her away.

We went into the posh hotel first and Ann used the house phone, faking a call to someone in the hotel. The guy behind the reception desk seemed happy with that and even stopped watching us as we sat down on the lobby couches as if waiting. We had a clear view of the bar from our position as she came into the lobby, her eyes only flickering quickly across us as she went in and sat down on one of the high stools.

As per Ann's prediction, the bartender came to her, nodded, and poured a drink for her. She sat there nervously bouncing her foot as she sipped at it. After a little while, the bartender came and stood beside her as he cleaned glasses. It was obvious that he was just talking to her while she drank but we couldn't hear the conversation. Then he was called to another customer.

We were surprised when the bartender poured her another drink, since the $5 would only buy one, and even more surprised when the nice looking man at the side of the bar moved over to her side. She blushed and looked a little nervously at us, but sat there and talked to the man.

He was older, probably in his 30's or early 40's, and wore a three piece suit. He seemed like one of those touchy-feely guys who punctuate their conversation with little touches on the shoulder or knee and a constant arm on the back of her chair.

Finally we saw her nod a couple of times and then shake her head, no. She obviously excused herself, for our benefit, and went through the lobby to the restrooms. Ann, ready to gloat over her win, followed her. A couple of minutes later Ann returned to us. Huddling with us, she said that the man had asked Becky to go to his room for the night. We all giggled.

Then Ann told us that she'd told Becky that her payoff for the bet was to go to a table with the man and, somehow, to touch his penis. We thought that was exciting but cruel and maybe even dangerous. We could hardly wait to see what happened.

She came back, looking at us and blushing before she went back to her seat next to the man. Without sitting down, she said something to him and he nodded and picked up their drinks. They moved to a corner booth that was almost too dark for us to see their faces but, a trick of the light or something, we could see her legs under the table a little better.

They talked for a little while and we saw her put her hand on the man's leg. We saw his smile, too. Then his hand was on her leg. They talked some more and we saw her hand move up his leg more.

He looked around the bar but seemed to ignore us sitting in the lobby trying to act like we belonged and talking among ourselves. We didn't want to stop things by having him catch us staring. Ann kept looking at the elevators like whoever we'd called was late and making us wait.

I happened to look past them quickly as the man was unzipping his pants for her. It didn't much matter if we stared now because he turned a little in the seat, leaning his head against his hand between us.

We all saw it when Becky spread her knees and the large expanse of her inner thighs was visible to us. We could all watch his hand as it went between her legs and into her panties right there in the open bar. We watched them both squirm around in their seats for a while.

Then Becky threw back her blond head and I knew she'd had an orgasm. She'd just recovered from it when the man reached for both their bar napkins and took them down between his legs. Becky kissed him then chastely, picked up her handbag, and walked past us with a grin. We couldn't wait to get outside and catch up with her as she almost trotted to the car.

She was already in the back seat with a huge smile on her face as we piled in, jabbering questions at her.

"It was fantastic!" she screamed.

"What happened? Exactly!"

"When I put my hand on his leg, he started talking about sex and all the things he'd like to do to me in his room tonight. His hand touched my leg and started rubbing it.

"I told him that I was meeting a friend at a place down the street and couldn't go with him but that I just had to touch him. He seemed sort of shocked but said that sounded interesting. I could feel that I was getting him excited as we talked and I left my hand on his leg.

"Then when I moved my hand up, he unzipped his pants and got himself out so I could touch him. That was like a signal for him then because he put his hand between my legs and inside my panties and right away put his finger in my pussy and started rubbing me.

"I was just going to touch him once, like you said I had to, and then get out of there. But then I couldn't. So while he rubbed me, I started moving my hand on him, too.

"Then he made me come!" she screamed excitedly. We all laughed and shared her excitement.

"Then I kept doing him like I had been and felt him getting close. When I knew he was going to go off, I put my hand over the end of his penis. And you know what?" She grinned through her blush. None of us did and just looked at her. "Look!"

She opened her hand and it was filled with white semen. She put her hand on the back of the front seat by Ann and Ann, a silly grin on her face, licked her hand and laughed wildly. Veronica, always our wild one, grabbed her wrist and put her whole mouth over Becky's palm, sucking the sticky come into her mouth. Then she opened her mouth to show it sticking all around her tongue and lips. We all laughed at her gross display but, I noticed, Becky finished licking her own palm and grinned when she caught me watching her.