She!

Chapter 7

Marshall was asleep with his head on my shoulder and Billy was watching television and absently playing with me under my opened shorts when we heard the key in the door. Billy jerked his hand out of my shorts and I quickly zipped and buttoned them before Molly and Phil walked into the room.

"How was your night, kids?" Molly said. Phil was standing behind her, stroking her upper arm and smiling at us. There wasn't much doubt what was on his mind.

"Good," I said, smiling.

"Great!" Billy said.

"What'd you do?" she asked.

"Nothing," Billy said guiltily.

"Wrestled for a while and watched TV," I said. "That's about all."

"Wrestled in the backyard, I hope," she said.

"Sure," I answered.

"Is Minni home yet?"

"Not yet." She turned a little to Phil.

"I guess we should wait up for her," she said.

"That's okay," I said. "I'll wait for her. It's in the middle of the movie anyway and I want to see the end."

"It's looks like you have one tired boy," Phil said.

"Yeah, he fell asleep a while ago."

"I'll take him to bed," he said coming over and easily picking him up in his arms lovingly. He went down the hallway to the bedroom.

"If you'll be okay, we'll go ahead to bed then. Billy?" she said. "You probably ought to go to bed, too."

"You should," I added. "There's always tomorrow." He knew what I meant and that it wouldn't be such a good idea to touch me as he had been with his parents in the next room.

"Yeah, I guess so," he said. He got up and stretched before leaning back to me and kissing my cheek. "G'night, sis."

"Night, Billy." I watched him almost stagger down the hallway with his tiredness.

Molly came and sat down beside me on the couch. I hoped she wouldn't smell my musky woman's smells though I couldn't see how she could not. Billy's fingers between my legs had been having an effect.

She sat poised on the edge of the seat near me, her legs turned toward me.

"You sure have a way with the boys," she said. I didn't say, "You don't know the half of it." Instead I just nodded.

"They're good boys."

"I know, but you're particularly good with them. Better than any babysitter we've ever had by a long way."

"Thanks," I said, sincerely happy with the praise.

"You're good with Phil and I, too," she said, her hand squeezing my wrist in a friendly way. "I'm glad you're here."

"I'm glad to be here, too."

"Is it going to bother you too much to wait up for Minni?"

"No. Even if I went to bed, I'd still wait up for her. Read or something. But I really want to see the end of the movie so it's okay."

"Okay. If you're sure."

"I'm sure." She got up and started out of the room, stopping before she went into the hallway. "Good night, Sue."

"Good night, Molly. Kiss Phil for me too, okay?" I grinned and she blushed.

"I will." She did a girlish little shoulder shrug around her smile. I knew what they were going to be doing for the next hour or so. She hadn't been able to smell my musk over her own that still hung in the air around where she had been sitting. *** I watched the end of the movie and the beginning of the next one before I heard the key in the front door and Minni sneaking in as quietly as she could. I went to the foyer and grinned as she turned, her high heels in her hand, creeping toward our room.

"Hi Minni," I said and she almost jumped out of her skin. Then she grinned sheepishly.

"Are mom and dad up?" she whispered.

"Huh uh. They went to bed about an hour ago."

"You're all alone?"

"Yeah." Still creeping on tiptoe, she came to me and followed when I turned back into the family room. She sat down real close to me on the couch. "How was your prom?"

"Great!" she whispered and blushed brightly through her broad smile. "I've got to tell you."

"So tell me." Her barely contained excitement was palpable. She looked around at the hallway as if to make sure her parents weren't standing in the doorway before she started.

"Well, the dance was pretty neat. It was decorated real nice for a gym and all and the music was nice. Paul doesn't dance too well, but that's okay."

"So what has you so excited?"

"Well," she began looking over her shoulder again. "Paul's big brother – I think he's 17 or something – picked us up after the dance. He had his girlfriend with him. And instead of taking us right home, he drove out to Miller's woods and parked.

"They were in the front seat, of course, and we were in the back. Paul's brother started to kiss his girlfriend after we got there and Paul kissed me. Then pretty soon, he was playing with my titties. He did that for a long time and I was getting really hot. That's what he calls it.

"Then, all of a sudden, Paul's brother opens the door and they get out. He turns around and says, 'You kids have a good time,' and then goes to the trunk. I could just see him pull a blanket out of the trunk and shut it. Then they went off into the trees somewhere.

"Paul smiled at me and unzipped the back of my dress. Then her started kissing me again and playing with my titties. Right on my skin. Pretty soon, he was sucking on my nipples and playing with them with his fingers. It felt so good! You can't believe it, Sue!"

I nodded and smiled with her. She was starry- eyed.

"Anyway, then I decided that I ought to play with him a little too and put my hand in his lap and squeezed and rubbed him. He's really big there! So he was still sucking on my nipple but his other hand pulled my skirt up and he put his hand right inside my panties!" She was gigglingly excited now.

"After about a minute, he made me come with his finger and that excited him so much that he did too. Right in his pants. It made them all wet on the front and stuff. He thanked me and I thanked him for doing me and all of a sudden the door of the car opened again.

"I grabbed for the top of my dress real fast and his brother and his girlfriend got back in the car. He said, 'Okay that's all you get kids,' and started up the car. Paul helped me zip up my dress without them seeing.

"We stood out on the front porch for quite a while kissing until we were afraid his brother was going to beep the horn and wake everybody up. Then I came it."

"You liked it? Having him play with you?"

"Sure, yeah!" she bubbled. She hadn't quite figured out that she and I actually did more than that in bed most nights. She looked over her shoulder again. "You can't believe how neat it is, Sue. Doing it with a guy is totally different than with us."

I nodded and smiled. Of course it was.

"I don't know how to say it. It's like he takes over your body and you can't do anything but go along. You know?"

"Did you want him to make love to you?"

"Sort of," she said. "He said he wanted to 'fuck' me so bad he couldn't stand it. But we were both afraid that if we did anything that showed, you know, took our clothes off or anything, his brother and his girlfriend would come back and catch us. We didn't want that."

"Yeah. That's good."

"Besides, he said he didn't have a condom and he wouldn't do it without one."

"That's good," I said.

I sat with her for the next half hour as she relived the experience in detail and came down off the high she'd been on. Finally, she calmed down enough that we could go to bed. We slept in each others' arms as usual.

We woke at the same time, about 10 o'clock, hearing stirrings in the house. After showers, we put on skirts and blouses and our low heeled shoes but nothing else – both of us feeling sinful and sexy with no stockings and no underwear. I didn't think it showed or that anyone would even notice until I went into the kitchen and Phil looked up at me, then down at the front of my blouse, and back into my eyes with a knowing grin.

The boys were already up and outside somewhere playing. We ate breakfast and talked before Minni suggested going to the mall for a while. We were both broke, so shopping wasn't the reason. I knew that a lot of the kids spent weekends at the mall – mostly seeing other kids and being seen. Besides, as Minni said, shopping didn't necessarily mean buying stuff.

Phil gave us a ride and said he'd pick us back up at five unless we called. Then he gave me $20 for babysitting the night before while they went out. At least, I thought, we'd have money for drinks. We went into the mall after I'd wished Phil luck. He knew what I meant as he returned home to his wife and no kids, a big smile on his face.

It seemed like Minni knew all the kids in the mall, saying hello or talking to everyone. Of course, she introduced me to everyone as well and pretty soon, I sort of knew many of the kids as well. She filled me in on who the "soces" were and didn't bother to say hello to them since we would only be ignored anyway. She also pointed out the little group of four guys in black leather with their girls in tee-shirts and tight bike shorts. They looked tough and Minni didn't like them.

A couple of boys, pimples on their faces and glasses, tried to talk to us as we passed the computer store but Minni brushed past them. "Nerds," she explained. I didn't like all these fake separations between the kids and vowed that I'd talk to anyone.

Of course, our first stop was one of the several fast food places, getting nachos and Cokes and chattering with each other and some other kids who joined us. Then Minni led me off to shop.

"I gotta show you," she said as she led me into Frederick's of Hollywood. The salesgirl, very sexily dressed and made up, just smiled as Minni showed me crotchless panties, bras with holes for the nipples to show through, filmy nightgowns, garters, patterned nylons, very short tight skirts only about 10-inches from waist to hem, see-through blouses, and all sorts of other stuff.

"You can try the skirts and blouses on if you want," the salesgirl said. "They don't want you to try on the underwear though."

"Oh, that's okay," Minni said. "We're just looking. We can't afford anything and our parents would kill us if we did get anything."

"I know what you mean," she said. "Before I left home, my mom wouldn't even let me wear lipstick. Now I'm wearing spike heels and short skirts and see-through blouses ever day for work. Some world, huh?"

Though she was nice, I thought that her skinny hips and almost flat chest were little advertisement for the merchandise. Too much heavy makeup made her look worse than if she hadn't worn any at all, I was sure.

"Do you get a lot of dates?" I asked.

"Yeah. Confidentially, this stuff is great. I get laid two or three times a week. You ought to try it. You got a great set of tits."

We went on to Deb's, a young girl's clothing store, and tried on all sorts of clothes before telling the poor salesgirl that we couldn't afford anything right now.

We went into a shoe store and tried on almost every pair of shoes our size that had high heels before we told the smiling shoe salesman we couldn't afford any right now but we'd come back again. Even though he'd enjoyed trying to look up our skirts while he helped us with shoes, he was still a little bent out of shape by our not buying anything.

We stopped once and talked to some girls Minni knew. None of them knew me so I was sort of ignored. While I was looking around, I saw the guys in the leather jackets staring at me. I sort of ignored them but then I was standing there, just waiting for Minni, when one came up close to me, putting his hand on the back of my skirt. He leaned close to my ear.

"I'd love to put my pork between your legs," he whispered into my ear. I just shook my head. I knew what he meant, of course, but I wasn't interested. "If you let me fuck you, I'd pull your nipples until you came. I'd even chew on your asshole. I'll bet it's as sweet tasting as you look."

"It is," I said with a smile. "But I'm not interested." I think he expected me to be outraged and was surprised. After a moment of just looking at me, trying to figure me out, his hand went to my bottom and squeezed. I lifted his hand off me and said, "No thanks." He laughed and swaggered back to his friends. They all laughed when he told them what I'd said.

About three, Paul, Minni's date the night before, and three of his friends showed up. He put his arm around her shoulders possessively as she got strange, giggling and bouncing twice as much as she usually does. From then, they went everywhere locked at the hips, her finger wrapped in a belt loop at the back of his jeans.

Two of his friends, on the other hand, were almost obnoxious. They were trying much too hard to impress me and the other four or five girls. Getting nowhere with me, they finally put all their efforts into impressing the other girls. It seemed to work in varying degrees.

I noticed that one of his friends was not interested in the interplay between the guys and girls, just leaning on the rail over the lower floor of the mall. I found him much more interesting than the other two and gravitated toward him.

Like all the boys in the mall, he was wearing jeans and a tee-shirt. His had an almost phosphorescent wolf on a black background. He had a nasty zit on his cheek near his mouth but otherwise seemed very nice. He wasn't overly big, though a little taller than his friends. He looked strong but not overly muscular. His face was nice in a thoughtful sort of way and he had thick blond hair parted in the middle, just long enough without being shaggy.

"What are you looking at?" I said as I looked over the railing next to him. He turned to me with a still serious look on his face.

"Just people," he said. "They can be so weird."

"Yeah, I know," I agreed. He didn't turn to his friends but I knew he was talking about them when he spoke again.

"Like this group. The guys are really good guys when we're alone. But as soon as they see a couple of girls, they go crazy and act like assholes."

"The girls, too."

"Yeah, I suppose."

"They're normally fairly intelligent but they sure seem dumb now, don't they?"

"Yeah," he said, looking at them and then back at me. "But you're different, aren't you?"

"I hope so." We watched the passing parade below us for quite a while, neither of us saying anything.

"Do you like books?" he said.

"Yeah. A lot," I answered.

"You want to look at the bookstore?"

"Sure."

He pushed himself away from the rail and turned behind me. I fell in beside him. He had his hands stuck in the back of his jeans as he walked. Peripherally, I noticed we were walking straight toward the people in leather coats and wasn't too surprised when the one who'd approached me turned and said, "Remember what I could do for your asshole."

The guy with me froze between steps and slowly turned. His hands still in the back of his pants, he turned to the boy.

"What did you say?" he asked.

"I said…" He interrupted him.

"I don't want to hear anything from you again," he said.

"Yeah well, fuck you. I'll fuck your girlfriend there."

I didn't even see his hands move but I saw the other boy step back holding his nose.

"Hey, man! I think you broke my nose." When my new friend took a step toward him, his hands back in the back of his jeans, the other boy backed up to the rail.

"If you ever say anything again within my hearing or where she can hear you, I'll break something that'll take longer to heal than your nose. Got that?"

He turned and walked beside me then without comment. I was impressed.

"What's your name?" I asked.

"Will," he said. "Willard but don't tell anybody." I grinned.

"Thanks, Will. I'm Sue."

He looked into my eyes and grinned at my smile. "Nice to meet you, Sue."

"I'm impressed," I added.

"What?" I looked back slightly. "That? I just slapped him. He's lucky I wasn't mad." I laughed.