Doris at her New School

a Story by Varangian

Doris was not herself, at least not the way she remembered being a year before when she began the eleventh grade at Jackson High School.  She still dressed primly and minded her manners, the consequence of her parents’ instruction and example.  She did not speak loudly or too fast, and the sound of teenage argot caused her to cringe no less than before.  But there was definitely a difference, and it was not the new school where she would attend the twelfth grade.  The school itself was much like her previous one, attractive and well equipped for a middle class student body.  And it was not the stares of new people that unsettled her.  She knew she was beautiful.

She realized, of course, what the problem was, what set her apart from the shy girl of a year earlier.  She was no longer a virgin.

The fact that a crude jock named Greg had ripped her cherry back in March was not in itself the problem, although there was no doubt he hurt her when she surrendered in a moment of reckless curiosity.  That was something she could dismiss as a distasteful episode of growing up.  What disturbed Doris on the first day of classes at Adams High was her sweet memories of Glenn, Melinda and Ellen, fellow students at the previous school who, after Greg’s clumsy surgery, had introduced her to every conceivable mode of sexual behavior.  Although those dear friends had not taken her virginity, they had opened to her all the mysteries of sex and left her with an urgent need to continue savoring it’s manifold delights even though those three were no longer part of her life.

It was not something that anyone would have guessed about her because she was no less proper and demure than before.  She wore a woolen skirt with a white blouse on her first day of classes at Adams.  The skirt did not quite cover her knees.  Her slender calves, like those of a younger girl, curved only slightly, smooth-muscled in a way that promised her thighs to be no less attractive.  The blouse draped modest breasts.  It revealed shapely arms, neither heavy nor skinny, of smooth, hairless flesh.  She was exquisite in her physical proportions.  Even her neck was lovely, but not as beautiful as the pale, angelic face, doll-like in its perfection, a face beaming under raven black hair that she wore with bangs and braided plaits on either side of her head.  She had piercing blue eyes that were alive with curiosity, eyes that threatened to betray her otherwise shy continence.  No one could suspect the eager sensuality that lay within her and the effort she expended to conceal it.  No one at Adams High, that is, except Robert Smith, assistant principal and history teacher who had an eerie knack about such things regarding girls her age.

He was a blonde man of thirty seven, trim and athletic in appearance with a clean-shaven, handsome face that resembled Robert Redford in his earlier movies.  She noticed at once the wedding band on his left hand.  When he rose from his desk to greet her he stood almost a head taller than she.

“Your papers are in order, Doris,” he said, wriggling a folder in his right hand.  “You only need to have one of your parents sign this form for extracurricular activities.”

“Yes,” she said guilelessly.  “I think I’ll be very active outside class this year.”

He stood close to her, but she did not step back as she once might have done.  She exuded a scent, perhaps of lilac, a slight aroma that complemented her lovely presence.  He became unsettled, more so than usual when encountering especially attractive students for the first time.  This one was different, he thought, a girl of unparalleled beauty who, he was convinced, was not a virgin despite the seeming innocence.  Something ineffable betrayed her.  He opened the folder in his hand and with a glance confirmed that her eighteenth birthday was just six weeks away.  She was worth a risk, he thought, if she would only reveal the least interest in him as a man.  He placed a palm on her bare upper arm, a thrilling touch in response to which her delicate mouth smiled.

He stepped back, suddenly concerned by his boldness.  “If you have any further questions, Doris, feel free to visit me.  I’ll also be your history teacher this semester, you know.”

“Yes, sir.  Thank you, sir,” she responded politely, still smiling as she backed toward the office door.

Walking down the hall surrounded by her peers, she contemplated Mr. Smith as a possible lover and immediately dismissed the notion as being too fraught with trouble.  But how could she settle for a raw boy less sexual experience than herself?  To maintain her dignified facade while indulging her concealed sensuality seemed a dilemma.  It was not right, she thought, that a girl attractive as she should be reduced to masturbation.

* * *

Another dilemma confronted Mr. Smith.  He had a good marriage with an agreeable wife, two young children and a promising career that might lead to the superintendence of a major school system.  Never before had he considered risking all that for a sexual dalliance, much less one with a student of his.  But the new girl, Doris, sitting in the front row of the history class, challenged everything he valued.  He dared not stare at her or even glance in her direction too often, despite the glimpses of her curving calves and sweetly attentive face, so pale and lovely beneath that glistening, ebony hair.  Aware of his own attractiveness, particularly to the young women who attended his advanced placement course in American history, he had convinced himself that she would be available to him under the right circumstances.

He was relieved when the bell announced the end of class but dismayed that Doris was not one of the students who crowded to his desk with questions.  He saw her leave the room, as beautiful from behind as she had been when she sat before him.  After the last student left he gathered his books and papers, surveyed the empty classroom and left for his office to collect some further papers.  It was the end of the school day.

When he emerged from the building he saw Doris standing alone on the sidewalk, peering up and down the street in confusion.

“Did you miss your bus?” he asked, approaching her.

She started at the voice behind her but turned and grinned at the handsome man.

“I’m afraid so,” she replied.  “It’s just my first day here, you know.”

He smiled.  “You’ll get used to it soon.  Can I give you a lift?”

It was an entirely innocent offer, but he understood that sitting together in a car could start something he might regret.

“I suppose it’s too far to walk to Elwood,” she said, hunching her shoulders cutely.

“Yes it is.  I live in that direction.  Come, ride with me.”

They crossed the street to the school parking lot, where few vehicles remained.  No one else was in sight.  Doris, more collected than he, thought only about the convenience of the ride home.  She had no intention of becoming involved with a married man, however attractive and despite her insistent sexual urge.  His hands trembled, however, as he unlocked the car door.  They drove off in silence, she sitting with legs tilted away from him.

“I live on Maple Street,” she said after a few minutes.  “I think it’s just ahead.”

“We’re almost neighbors.”

Though he smiled, he was relieved to end the short trip.  Her beautiful nearness caused him a yearning ache.  At her direction he stopped the car before a well maintained house of medium size.  She immediately opened the door and got out.

“Thanks for the ride, Mr. Smith.”

“Do you baby-sit, Doris?”  He leaned across the seat to peer out the passenger side window.  “I have two children, girls, ages four and six.”

She paused a moment, tempted by more than just a chance to earn extra money.  She decided to be reckless.

“Sure.  I’ve done that a lot.  I suppose you have my number.”

“Yes, yes I do.  Perhaps this Saturday, if you’re free.”

They agreed on a time after which Doris walked up the path to her house.  He gazed longingly at her perky buttocks and thighs outlined by the skirt as she moved.  She had such a beautiful neck, he thought, somewhat long and pale.  He knew he would have to masturbate in the shower when he reached home.  He could not ask his wife for sex in the afternoon with the kids playing in the yard outside.  She would be suspicious, especially when he announced a new baby sitter.

* * *

Margaret Smith was a brown-haired woman of twenty eight who still appeared youthful despite having borne two children.  She was slender and tidy in the manner of the country club set, also bright and well informed as befitted the spouse of a man who entertained grand academic ambitions.  She had a Master of Fine Arts degree.

Doris appeared at the Smith home around seven that Saturday evening, clad casually in jeans and blouse with a book bag over her shoulder.  Margaret was startled by the girl’s beauty, noticing immediately that no bra supported the modest breasts.  She worried at first, not wanting to entrust her children to a flighty girl.  But she was reassured when Doris introduced herself and asked about her responsibilities in a voice serious and disciplined.

“Mr. Smith is putting the children down, and they shouldn’t awaken before we return,” she explained to Doris.  “They know they have a baby sitter tonight, so if they do wake up and wander downstairs, they won’t be frightened.”

Mr. Smith then appeared, attired like his wife for a formal party.  He avoided looking too obviously at the beautiful girl, but Margaret’s sly smile warned that she was on to him, that she at least suspected his motives in engaging this new baby sitter.  She gave Doris a number where they could be reached and promised to return before midnight.  When the Smiths departed Doris settled herself on the couch and opened her book bag.

She read for a while, then wrote a letter to her friend Ellen.  She described her impressions of the new school, announcing that it was too soon to have found a special friend.  She asked, however, for Ellen to send her another month’s supply of birth control pills, because she was running low.  She promised to replace them when she turned eighteen and was allowed to obtain her own prescription.  Ellen had an almost unlimited access to such pills, because her father was a pharmacist.  Afterwards she watched television for an hour, checked on the sleeping children and returned downstairs.

She felt an urge to masturbate, a vice she did not often engage in, because she had always felt somewhat ashamed of it, at least until she became intimate with her friends at the previous school.  She unbuttoned her blouse and jeans, then reclined on the couch.  She slipped a hand into her jeans and under her panties while she fondled a breast with the other.  In no hurry, she stopped frequently before orgasm.  She decided the next time, when she was alone at home, she would do something especially dirty and exciting.  She would work a zucchini into her rectum and a fat cucumber into her vagina before diddling herself to pleasure.  She had never before inserted anything into her body except fingers.  But that was for next time.  She felt an orgasm approach and she decided to let it come.  Her legs stiffened involuntarily and she gasped when it arrived.

“Whatcha doin?” a small voice asked from behind her.

Doris quickly swung her legs off the couch and sat up.  She stared with an open mouth at the six year old who should have been asleep.

“I have itches,” she said truthfully.

“Did you catch poison ivy?” the little one asked, stepping closer.

“Mosquito bites,” Doris replied as she hurriedly buttoned her clothes.

“Down there?”

“I was at the beach in my swim suit,” Doris explained.  “Do you want a drink before you go back to bed?”

“Chocolate milk!” the little girl announced gleefully.

After she provided the milk and returned the child to her room, Doris reestablished herself on the couch to watch boring television shows for the remainder of the evening.  She regretted her fantasy about vegetables, although she resolved to put a couple aside, just in case.  What she really wanted, of course, was sexual contact with human flesh, with another person.  Masturbation was so demeaning.

She heard the Smiths return sometime before the eleven o’clock news.  Margaret entered the front door ahead of her husband, who wobbled behind her.

“We’re back early,” the woman announced.  “Mr. Smith needs to go to bed.”

The man was not drunk or even seriously tipsy, but it was obvious he had had a glass too many.  He leered at Doris, said good night and pulled himself up the stairs.

“Men!” Margaret exclaimed and tossed her head.

Doris stifled a giggle.

“You won’t talk about this, will you?” the older woman asked.  “Rumors can become so insidious.”

“I’ve always kept secrets,” Doris responded.

Margaret presented her with some money that she retrieved from her purse.  “Is that enough?”

“You’re very generous, Mrs. Smith.”

“Call me Marge and I’ll call you Doris, if you don’t mind.”

“Yes, ma’am.”

“Marge!”

“Yes, Marge.  Everyone calls me Doris.  There’s no short form of it.”

“How about Dori?”

“That’s ugly.”

The older woman inspected the younger, who stood beside the couch with book bag in hand.  She did not conceal the pleasure in what she saw.

“Yes,” she said.  “I suppose it is.  And there is nothing ugly about you.  But then you already know that.”

Doris blushed as she frequently did when embarrassed.

“You’re so charming,” Marge cooed.  “Could you stay a while to talk?  I expect you’ll be our baby sitter for the remainder of the school year.”

“My parents are already in bed, I suppose.”

Marge indicated the couch.  “Come.  Sit here next to me.”

Doris, anticipating a friendly chat, sat on the couch and Marge sat close beside her, closer than necessary.

“You must miss friends from your previous school,” the older woman said, placing her hand on Doris’.

“There were three of them.  I miss them very much.”

“You didn’t have a boy friend?”

“One of them was a boy.”

Marge arched an eyebrow.  “Perhaps I shouldn’t pry.  Besides you said you keep secrets.”

“He’s a special guy,” Doris volunteered.  “We all love him.”

“But now he’s gone from your life along with your other friends?”

Doris nodded with her head bowed.

Marge placed an arm around the girl.  She ran her hand up and down Doris’ near, bare arm.

“You have marvelous skin tone,” the older woman said softly.

Doris remained passive.  She recognized the woman’s inclination and did not mind.  She would allow herself to be seduced, she decided, if that was what Marge had in mind.

“We were very close,” she muttered, leaning her head against the arm behind her.

“With the boy?”

“All four of us.”

Marge choked before she spoke.  “Yes.  I can imagine how you must miss them.  I suppose you’re very lonely now.”

Her hand fondled Doris’ upper arm, the back of her hand brushing lightly against the near breast.

“When I was your age, which was not all that long ago, I had a special friend, a girl.  But I never shared a boy with her.”

Doris blushed again.

“You’re so beautiful,” Marge said hoarsely and kissed Doris’ cheek.

Doris turned her face to the woman inviting a kiss on the lips.  Marge responded with a stifled cry and kissed her passionately, placing a palm on the girl’s further breast.  Doris remained passive, not embracing the woman nor offering her tongue.  But she did pucker, signaling a positive response.

Marge suddenly sat upright and moved slightly away.  “I hope I haven’t shocked you, Doris,” she said.  “But I don’t regret kissing you.”

“Girls kiss.”

“Yes, yes, of course,” Marge stammered, palming a cheek then touching a breast with finger tips.  “I’m certain you know all about that.”

She moved her face close again.  With deft fingers she undid a button on Doris’ blouse and inserted a hand to palm a pert breast.

“Oh, god!” she cried.  “You’re so perfect!”

They kissed again, this time with both tongues in play.  Doris fondled the woman’s larger breast with an exploring hand.  She was ready for anything.  After a moment Marge pulled back once more.

“The house is full of people, Doris!  It’s so frustrating!  Is this what you want?  Can you come over tomorrow when I’ll be alone?”

“What time?”  Doris sounded clearly disappointed.

“I’m sorry, darling.  You must understand how it is.  Come over early, in just a few hours, say nine o’clock.  Bob is taking the children to his mother’s house.  I’ll claim a headache.”

They agreed to meet the next morning.  Marge drove Doris home, where they sat in the car for some minutes kissing and groping each other awkwardly.

* * *

When Doris noticed there was no car in the Smith’s driveway she swung her bicycle up the pavement and stopped near the back porch.  She carefully placed the bike on its stand before ascending the stairs where Marge waited behind the screen door.

“I was afraid you’d changed your mind!” the older woman exclaimed, embracing the girl in the kitchen.

“I wanted to come earlier,” Doris responded.  “I’m very itchy.”

“No more than I, darling.  Let’s go upstairs and scratch each other.  I have some toys to play with, if you like.”

They hurried up the stairs.  In the main bedroom Marge pulled off the nightgown she was wearing and stood naked for the girl’s inspection.

“You see!” she declared.  “I’m not so old!”

Doris gazed at the woman’s body, which she found to be quite attractive.  The breasts sagged, of course, because of childbirth, and there were stretch marks.  But the overall impression was one of slender fitness.

Marge sat on the edge of the bed to watch Doris undress, which the girl did slowly to provide a show.  First the blouse.

“Your boobs are so firm!” the woman enthused.  “And those shoulders!  That tummy!”

Then the jeans, which Doris removed after kicking away her loafers.  Marge was speechless.  She marveled with an open mouth at sight of the girl’s magnificent legs.

“Come closer,” Marge pleaded.  “I want to take off your panties.”

Doris grinned.  “And my socks?”

“Those too, darling.  Those too.  I’m going to suck your toes.”

She did that in the course of the next twenty minutes as well as lick the lovely girl’s entire body, bringing her to a stifled, ecstatic cry.

“Don’t hold back, darling,” Marge urged her.  “Don’t be ashamed of your noise.  Let’s try it again.”

Marge went down on the younger woman once more, licking and nibbling the engorged clit until Doris screamed aloud.

“That’s the way, darling.  Yell to your heart’s content.  It’s much better when you don’t hold back.”

Marge lay atop the girl who was a couple of inches shorter than she.  She straddled a leg to masturbate against Doris’ knee as they kissed.

“I’ll lick on you, Marge,” the girl muttered.  “I enjoy doing that.”

“Yes, yes, darling.  You can do that later.  But now I want to have my pleasure while I kiss your beautiful face.”

Over the next hour they pleasured each other several times, eventually falling into a doze as they embraced.  They stirred awake within seconds of each other.

“What kind of toys do you have?” Doris asked.  “I’ve never even seen stuff like that.”

“Vibrators and dildoes of differing sizes.  Do you want to see them?”

When Doris nodded eagerly Marge jumped from the bed to retrieve a box from a closet shelf.

“Would you like to use them?” Marge asked.  “Shall I get a tube of jelly?”

Doris sat up in bed, excited at the prospect of experimenting as she had fantasized the previous evening.  “Get the jelly.”

Marge sat on the edge of the bed with her collection of goodies.  Doris leaned on an elbow to examine them.

“Do you use them often?” she asked the older woman.  “They’re just plastic,” she added dismissively.

“What were you expecting?  Vegetables and sausages?”

Doris trilled, “I think so, actually.  I have hairbrush handles that are more erotic than these things.  They’re absolutely gross.”

“But some of them buzz delightfully.”

Doris scoffed.  “I wouldn’t trust General Electric near my privates, so you can put those aside.  The others, though, the ones molded like penises, they’re ridiculous, of course, but can they, you know, have an effect?”

Marge, who had been slickening a large one with jelly, pushed it at Doris’ pubic bush.

“Open up,” she said, raising the girl’s knees and spreading them.

Doris complied, thrusting her butt forward.  Marge worked the plastic device into the girl, twisting and wriggling it until it was fully embedded.

“There,” the woman said, “have you ever been so filled up?”

Doris reached down to touch the end protruding from her body.  “Glenn was this large,” she sighed, “and he was warm and alive.”

Marge’s face registered astonishment.  “If you’ve had a boy this big, then I congratulate you.  I’ve only known Bob, and he’s really rather small.”

“Put that other one in,” Doris asked hoarsely in an excited voice.

“Other one?  Where?”

“In my butt.  Do it gently.”

“Doris!  That’s disgusting!” Marge cried, but she picked up another dildo and began to spread jelly on it.

The young woman raised her butt some more to present a better target.  Marge positioned the slippery thing and pushed gently at Doris’ anus without effect.

“Harder!” the girl demanded.  “Push it in!”

Doris cried out a small gasp when it penetrated her, and she sighed as the remaining inches went in.  She looked up at Marge with wild eyes, her teeth on lower lip.

“Lick on me now!” she cried.

Marge complied after a moment’s hesitation, sucking the prominent clit gently.  Doris responded for the first time in her life without inhibition.  She screamed at full voice when the orgasm hit.  Marge backed off.

“I can’t believe I’m doing this, Doris,” she said sternly.  This is perversion!”

Doris reached down to remove first the device in her vagina, then the other in her rectum.  She appeared to be quite satisfied.

“Don’t you want to try it, Marge?  It’s really amazing the way you’re filled up.”

The older woman, already on her feet, looked angrily at the girl.  “Perhaps I’ve misjudged you.  Maybe we don’t have so much in common, Doris.  You’re not the sort of person you appear to be.”

She turned from the bed and went into the bathroom from which Doris soon heard the shower running.  Rising from the bed, Doris looked about for her clothes.  She wanted to leave before the older woman returned to continue her hypocritical expression of outrage.

She dressed and raced outside where she climbed atop her bike and glided down the driveway.  She had lost all interest in the Smiths, especially Bob, who reputedly was poorly endowed.  She would find another guy.

* * *

Doris had no problem meeting boys, of course.  During the first week of school they flocked to her, even ninth and tenth graders, each of them hoping he might get lucky with the stunning new girl.  She rejected them all in turn, politely and in a friendly manner, the way she had done at Jackson High.  She was not interested a high school romance ritual in which she would choose a popular boy and go steady with him.  Although such an arrangement would provide a respectable cover for sex, she could not imagine confining herself to a single person, male or female.  At Jackson high, when she had foolishly decided to have a boy friend, she took up with Greg, and the consequence of that mistake soured her on normal relationships.  She knew it was improbable she would be so fortunate to encounter persons like Glenn, Ellen and Melinda, the friends who had truly introduced her to the joys of sex, but she could always hope for an approximation of that trio.

The girls at Adams High displayed an ambivalence towards her, some of the prettier ones being outright hostile.  Others sought to befriend her, but she was cautious with them as with the boys.  Girls tattled even more readily than guys.

One girl caught her attention from the start, a blonde, pudgy thing named Betty who was overweight although not actually fat, standing a couple of inches shorter than she.  Betty was an eleventh grader with a sly smile who spoke her mind readily and intelligently.

“I can say what I want,” she said soon after meeting Doris.  “No one pays attention to me.”

“But can you keep secrets?” Doris asked her.

“Secrets!” she responded.  “I wish I had some!”

Doris, who valued sincerity more than beauty in a female companion, saw possibilities in this girl.  They became friends who sought out each other during the school day, and by the end of the second week Doris agreed to sleep over the other’s house.

They talked and joked on that Friday evening after supper.  Betty’s father and mother were pleased their daughter had found a few friend, one who was so well poised and beautiful.  Doris caught the father casting her furtive glances, as did the mother, who scowled at the bald, overweight man.  The two adults went out for the evening, leaving the girls to themselves.

Betty suggested preparing for bed when it was only nine o’clock.  Doris agreed without comment, knowing the other girl wanted to see her half naked, to inspect her lovely body.  They did not share the same gym class or shower together at school.

Upstairs in Betty’s bedroom Doris casually removed her clothes, although her friend was more hesitant in disrobing.  Clad just in bra and panties Doris pulled a long nightgown from her small overnight bag.

“It’s rather warm tonight,” Betty stated.

Doris smiled at her, understanding perfectly the other girl’s intent.  She pushed the nightgown back into the bag.

“Do you ever sleep naked on warm nights?” she asked, causing Betty to blush deeply.

“Some-sometimes,” was the stuttered reply.

Betty too stood clad in bra and panties.  Doris examined her boldly.  The pudgy girl’s breasts were the larger, straining the bra.  Her stomach bulged above the elastic of the panties, at the crotch of which her fleshy thighs pressed together.  The calves were thick but not disagreeably so.  Betty ogled her friend in return with an open mouth.

“You’re really something!”  Betty announced with a grin, sitting heavily on the edge of the bed.

Doris shrugged and sat beside her.  “You once mentioned wanting to have secrets,” she said.  “Do you want to talk about boys?”

“I, ah, don’t know about boys.”

Doris gazed at the girl’s face which was pleasant, if a bit too wide.

“I do,” she announced.  “That’s your first secret.”

“Really!” the other exclaimed, hunching her small shoulders and leaning closer.  “I’ll keep the secret, of course.”  She hesitated, then asked, “What’s it like?”

“The first time?  It was absolutely horrible.”

Betty nodded her head in understanding.  “And later?”

Perhaps without thinking she placed a hand on Doris’s knee.  Doris covered it with her own, holding it in place.  Betty lost her smile and bit her lower lip.

“Every girl is different, I suppose,” Doris declared, “but my Glenn was a prince.  He sent me to heaven.”

She recognized the other girl’s discomfort at the touch.  She stood and stepped away from the bed.

Betty looked up at her, smiling again.  “But not the first time,” she stated.

“Glenn never hurt me.  There was another boy before him.”

The seated girl seemed concerned.  “How many?”

“Just those two,” Doris interrupted her.  “The first guy was a crude jerk.  I was, you know, curious.”

Betty nodded her head.  “I almost did it,” she admitted, “but I got scared at the last minute.”

Doris grinned, sat down again and placed a hand on Betty’s thigh.  “That must have pissed him off!”

Betty laughed nervously, looking at the hand.  She then covered it with her own.  “I had to, you know, satisfy him,” she said in a small voice.

“Aha!  More secrets!  How did you do it?”

Betty blushed deeply.  “Do I have to tell?”

“If we’re keeping secrets, we can tell each other everything.”

“With my mouth,” she whispered, averting her head.

Doris squeezed the thigh gently. “I’ve done that with Glenn more than once.”

“You didn’t mind the taste?  I almost puked.”

“Maybe that’s because he forced you.  I loved Glenn’s taste because I loved the guy.  I swallowed.”

“God!”

Doris squeezed the thigh again.  “Oral sex with the right person can be very satisfying.”

Betty became visibly flustered.  Doris stood again and stepped to the middle of the room.

“Do you have any more cokes?” she asked.

The change in topic brought a smile to the other girl’s face.  She also stood.  “Yeah,” she said, “we’ve got lots in the kitchen.”

They went downstairs to fetch drinks which they carried into the living room.  They sat together on the couch.  The air was fresher than in the stuffy bedroom.

“You have more secrets than you imagine,” Doris commented after taking a sip.

“I suppose.  But it’s, you know, embarrassing to tell them.”

“Aren’t we friends?”

“Yes!” Betty exclaimed.  “That’s the only reason I could say what I did.”

Doris wrinkled her nose cutely.  “But you still have more.”

“I never went with the guy again,” the other insisted.

“But you have secrets nevertheless.  Do you remember when you touched yourself and got real pleasure for the first time?”

The pudgy blonde blushed. “Are all secrets about sex?”

“Most of them.  How old were you when you did it?”

Betty thought for a moment.  “Ten, going on eleven.”

“Me too.  Have you ever kissed a girl?”

Betty started at the change in topic, but she nodded with hands pressed between her knees.  She looked nervously into Doris’ lovely face.

“Just once, she admitted.  “In junior high.”

“I mean a real kiss, not just a peck.”

“That’s how it was.  She didn’t like it and avoided me afterwards.”

“You had a crush on her?”

“Yes,” Betty replied with her eyes boldly on Doris’.

“You’re afraid of lezzie stuff, aren’t you?”

The other girl did not respond.  She seemed to hold her breath.

Doris moved close to place an arm around her shoulders.  “Girls kiss, you know.  Especially friends like us.  We wouldn’t have to do anything else.”

Betty began to sob quietly. “I don’t know where I would stop if I started with you, Doris.  You’re so beautiful!”

Doris kissed away a tear, then the girl’s willing lips.  “We won’t do anything tonight, Betty,” she whispered.  “Perhaps another time.”

“Perhaps,” the girl sniffled and embraced her friend, holding her for a moment.

She abruptly sat straight and looked at the beautiful one.  “You’re taking advantage of me, Doris,” she stated with a determined voice.

“What do you mean?”

“You know I’d do anything for you, things that are disgusting.  I’d go along and enjoy it probably.  But it’s not fair.  You know that.”

“I’ve had sex with girls more than with boys, Betty.  I don’t consider it disgusting.  I’m sorry if you think I’ve been unfair.  I won’t mention the subject again.  I won’t even kiss you again, if it would ruin our friendship.”

“I like kissing you, but I can’t imagine doing other stuff.  No!  I can imagine it, but I would feel very bad about myself afterwards.”

Doris held her eyes on the girl.  She raised a hand to touch her friend, then stopped in mid air.  “Even our disagreements can be a lovely secret,” she said.  “I respect you, Betty, and I think I’ll love you very soon.  But can we talk about getting boys?  You don’t want to remain a virgin.”

Betty smiled in relief, thankful for the resolution of the distressing matter.  “What sort of boys do you have in mind?” she asked.  “I don’t think I’d appeal to the kind you could get.  And no.  I don’t want to stay a virgin any longer.”

“Then it’s settled.  We’ll hatch a plot to get a boy for you.  Let’s go to bed.  I promise to stay on my side.”

“We could cuddle,” Betty said with a wink.  “I’d like that.”

* * *

Betty already had a boy in mind.  His name was Warren, age 19, a recent high school graduate who worked in a garage across town.

“Do you like old movies?” asked Betty, who obviously did.  “He’s sullen like James Dean, but he’s really a sweet guy.  He doesn’t seem to have any friends and he’s going off to the Army next month, so we don’t have to worry about him telling, although I know he wouldn’t in any case.”

“You know him,” Doris observed.

“Yeah.  He dated my cousin Mary a couple of times.”

The beautiful one pondered the suggested candidate.  “Do you think it would be fair to you if I snagged the guy, you know, lured him for you?  Wouldn’t you rather have a boy who wants you in the first place?”

They were in the cafeteria at school, sitting alone at a table.  Betty squirmed in her seat.

“He wanted me once before,” she confessed with a blush.

“So!  He’s the guy you sucked!”

Betty looked at her friend defiantly.  “So what!  He’s a nice looking guy.”

“You weren’t being truthful, that’s all.  We’re friends!  I’ve told you my secrets, even about wanting to do lezzie stuff with you.”

“Well, now you know.  You would have found out anyway.  I’m sorry.  I won’t lie to you again.”

“You didn’t exactly lie, Betty.”  Doris paused.  “Are you willing to call him up?”

Betty made a face.  “I don’t want to call him!  I mean, that would be too obvious.  He hangs out at the roller rink sometimes.  Maybe we could just meet him there by accident.”

“Sometimes!  Are you saying we have to go there everyday until he happens to show up?”

“It’s worth a try,” the pudgy one whined.  “It’s in walking distance.”

Doris gazed at her friend doubtfully.  “And what if we meet him?  What then?  Do you make out with him in a car or under a tree?”

“No, no.  That’s the beautiful part.  He has his own place, although it’s a shack.  He lives alone.”

“Is this the best you can come up with, Betty?  I’ll go along, but, Jesus, it doesn’t sound promising.”

They agreed to visit the roller rink that evening, even though it was a school night.  Doris expected a debacle.

* * *

They got lucky.  Betty spotted Warren outside the roller rink leaning against an old car.  He was not the tough looking punkish sort wearing a leather jacket that Doris had expected.  He appeared to be a rather respectable young man, clad in dockers, loafers and a short sleeve, white shirt.  He smiled pleasantly when Betty hailed him from a dozen yards away, but his attention shifted immediately to Doris.

“Who’s your friend,” he asked without taking his eyes from the stunning brunette.

“Warren, this is Doris.  Doris, Warren.  She just moved into town.”

“And I’ll be leaving soon,” he commented with a shrug.

That was as glib as the boy got.  He was more awkward than sullen, Doris thought, but his wordless interest in her was eloquent; he ogled shamelessly.  They chatted in brief spurts until he became more relaxed and invited them to share some soda, which they retrieved from a concession stand inside the building.  There were many young people about.  A few greeted Betty, most stared at Doris, but no one addressed the young man, which Doris thought peculiar.  He was a good looking boy a couple of inches taller than she with tousled brown hair.  They took their drinks outside where the air was fresher.

“Betty tells me you’re going into the Army and that you live in a shack,” Doris said in hopes of beginning a conversation.

He shrugged again.  “It’s a small house,” he mumbled.  “It belongs to my uncle.”

Silence.

“It needs paint, but he keeps it neat,” Betty offered without stirring a comment from Warren.

Silence.

“Can we see it?” Doris asked.

“See what?”

“The house, of course.  Guys your age usually don’t have their own.”

“There’s not much to see.  Are you saying you want to come over to my place?”

“Yeah.”  Doris decided the guy was not especially bright.

Warren thought for a moment.  “Sure,” he said, opening the car door.  “Pile in.”

After they filled the front seat of the twenty year old vehicle, Betty in the middle, Warren started the motor, engaged the clutch and roared off with rear wheels spinning gravel.  Doris looked out the window regretting the waste of time.  She did not think he had the wit to take advantage of an obvious sexual opportunity.  But she questioned that assumption when she noticed the boy’s hand on Betty’s thigh.

The small, one story house on an isolated lot had a central room with a kitchen nook, a single bedroom and a bathroom.  It was not especially messy, and it did not appear to be dirty.

“Do you want beers?” Warren inquired when they entered.

The girls refused, but he got one for himself from a small refrigerator.  He popped the top and drank directly from the bottle as he again ogled Doris.  He sprawled on a decrepit couch and looked at the standing girls.

“What did you have in mind?” he asked.

Doris decided to be blunt with the guy.  “Before you go off to the Army, you have unfinished business with Betty.”

The mentioned girl blushed and pulled on her friend’s arm.

Warren leered at them.  “You mean what I think?”

Doris nodded and leered back.  “But I want to be there so you don’t really hurt her,” she said.

Betty pulled her friend aside, turning from the young man.  “You’re doing it wrong!  This is not what I had in mind!” she hissed.

“If you want romance, Betty, you’ve picked the wrong guy,” Doris whispered, glancing over her shoulder at Warren who lounged impudently on the couch with arms spread across the back and legs splayed.  “He’s only good for sex, and you said he’s safe.”

“But this is so gross!”

“Make up your mind!  If you don’t want to do it, let’s go.  We can walk home from here.”

Betty fumed in silence.

“You said you didn’t want to stay a virgin,” Doris whispered.  “I’ll pull him off as soon as he rips you.”

“Then he’ll do you, right?  That’s what this is all about, isn’t it?”

“Hey, girls!” Warren called.  “Let’s get on with it.”

“Do you want to leave?”  Doris asked her friend in a low voice.

Betty glared at her.  “You know, Doris, I don’t need this guy for what you have in mind.  I could rip myself with the handle of a hair brush.”

“I could do it for you, you know,” Doris said.  “I’d like that.”

Betty looked at her incredulously.  Then she began to cry.  Doris pushed the girl to the door and shoved her out.  Warren jumped angrily to his feet.  Doris held an arm out defensively.

“I’ll be back.  Don’t get drunk,” she said in a low voice, although she had no intention of returning.

She joined Betty outside in the unpaved driveway.  The girl still wept.

“I’m so ashamed!” she cried, hitting Doris on the shoulder with her fist.

“Of what?  You’re still a virgin.  The guy didn’t even touch you.”

“But he knows what we wanted to do!  You embarrassed me!”

“I’m sorry, darling.  He’s such a crude person that I thought it was the only way to approach the subject.  You’re better off as it is.  We’ll find a nice boy for you.”

* * *

They walked on in silence for some time.  They had at least ten blocks to go.

“Did you mean it?” Betty asked after a while.

“Mean what?”

“About, ah, doing me with a hair brush.”

Doris put her arm around the girl.  “I’d love to do that, darling, but it would involve a lot of lezzie stuff that you don’t like.  We’ll find you a boy.”

Betty pulled her to a stop.  “Doris?”

“Yes?”

“Can I think about it for a day or two?”

Doris embraced the girl.  “Yes, darling, of course.  Take your time.”

They kissed passionately with tongues engaged.  Betty palmed a pert breast.  They did not notice a car approach until is stopped next to them at the curb.  They separately quickly.

“This is a bad neighborhood, girls, especially after dark,” a man called from the vehicle

“Are you a cop?”  Doris demanded.

The man leaned to the passenger side window.  “No,” he said.  “I’m a fireman.  You kids hurry on down the street.  I’ll watch from behind until you get to Granger Avenue.”

Doris studied the man’s face that was illuminated by a street light.  He was a guy about thirty, clean shaven and good looking.  He did not leer or grin strangely.

“How about a lift?” she asked.

Betty pulled on the back of her friend’s shirt and uttered a muffled protest.

“You shouldn’t ride with strangers, especially around here,” the man replied.

“You look safe,” Doris said, stepping closer.

The man barked a brief laugh.  “That’s an insult, coming from a pretty girl.  Go on ahead.  I’ll look after you.”

“It would be quicker, if you’d drive us.  We have to get home.  Our boyfriends dumped us.”

The man hesitated a moment before saying, “All right, get in.”

Betty insisted on sitting next to the door of the large sedan.  Doris sat primly between her and the driver with hands folded on lap.  The man seemed uneasy and did not speak further until they crossed Granger Avenue, a busy commercial street.

“Where to now?” he asked.

Doris gave him directions to Betty’s house, and they rode again in silence until they reached that destination.  Betty jumped hurriedly from the car when it stopped next to her driveway.  She ran up to the front porch.  Doris got out more casually, closed the door and leaned back in the window.

“Thanks.  What’s your name?”

“Ted.”

“Thanks, Ted.  I’m Doris.  Where’s your firehouse?”

“Number eighteen.  It’s at Wheeling and Curier.”

“That’s not far from Adams High, is it?”

“Right.  I graduated from Adams.  Are you a student?”

“Yeah, a senior.  I’m new in town and haven’t met any nice guys yet.”

“Well, Doris, I doubt you’ll have any problem with that.  Good night.”

“Good night, Ted.  See you,” she said and straightened as the car drove off.

Doris strolled to the porch where Betty sat on the steps.

“Doris!” she exclaimed.  “You’re so reckless!  That guy could have been dangerous.”

“He didn’t look dangerous.  His name is Ted.  We’ll have to go visit him at his firehouse.”

“Why?”  He’s old!”

“Not so old.  I’d say he’s younger than Mr. Smith, and you’ve said more than once that he’s a hunk.”

“That’s different!”

“Betty!  You don’t have to lose your cherry to a clumsy boy or with a hairbrush.  How about an experienced man?  You could tell him you’re eighteen.”

“But he’s a stranger.  He’s probably married.”

“I didn’t see a ring, and I looked.  Besides, he’d be safe for a one time fling.”

“You’re the one who wants him, Doris.  You talk crazy about sex when we’re alone.”

Doris touched her friend on the knee.  “How about the three of us together?” she said, giggling.

“See!  That’s what I mean!  You don’t act like that at school.”

“I’ve changed this past year, Betty.  I used to be as dull and proper as I now pretend to be at school.  But after I experienced sex, really good sex, with Glenn, Melinda and Ellen, I just want more and more of it.”

“You had sex with two girl friends?”

“The four of us did it together.  Glenn was magnificent.”

Betty remained quiet for a moment.  “Doris,” she finally said, “all I ever wanted was a boy who’d be sweet to me.  I’d be satisfied with that.”

“You haven’t had much luck so far, Betty.  Of course, in time you’ll find someone, but do you want to wait until Mr. Right comes along before having sex?”

“You frighten me sometimes, Doris.”

“Because I’m telling you the truth?”

“Maybe.  I have to go in now.”

Betty embraced her friend, boldly cupping her left breast and kissing her on the mouth.  Then she jumped up, fleeing into the house.  Doris rose from the step and walked toward the sidewalk.  She decided she would masturbate in bed before falling asleep.

* * *

Ted showed the girls around the fire station, explained the equipment and the men’s routines after Doris told him she and Betty were working on a school project.  He did not believe that story, because it sounded too simple for a senior paper.  The real purpose, he assumed, was to flirt with him, which he did not mind after seeing Doris in the light of day.

He was a very large guy, a head taller than Doris, and he weighed over 200 fit pounds.  His agreeable face, which was somewhat craggy, looked no younger than his thirty-one years.  They had made the point of mentioning that they were eighteen years of age, and he supposed that was at least close to the truth, especially regarding the stunning brunette.  He was young enough to remember high school girls, and he was not so straight that he would turn away from an easy score with one.  He became flustered, however, when Doris boldly asked him for a date.

“I’m too old to date you,” he said.  “Don’t you think it would look ridiculous?”

Doris said tartly, “I mean a simple outing with Betty and me.  Maybe just a cook out in your back yard.  We want to learn how firemen live.”

Betty, highly embarrassed by her friend’s forwardness, turned away from the conversation to examine a fire truck.  But she hoped the guy would agree, because she had quickly developed a crush on him.  Ted took the entire matter as a girlish prank, but when Doris persisted with a cutely wrinkled nose he assented.  They arranged to meet at his house on the coming Saturday afternoon.

The late September day was warm.  For the impromptu picnic Doris wore shorts that displayed her magnificent legs provocatively.  Betty, always self conscious about her heavy limbs, was clad in jeans and a long shirt.  Ted also wore shorts, and his sleeveless top revealed a powerful body.  He expected a flirtatious diversion with the two girls that afternoon, although he hoped something would eventually develop with the brunette.  He had no inkling of their true mission.

The party began inauspiciously with Ted and the girls setting up the grill, bringing out the food and setting the picnic table with plates and utensils.  A sudden storm, however, sent them fleeing indoors with all that stuff before the charcoal was ready.  Betty offered to cook the burgers on the kitchen stove.  Ted was inclined to remain in the kitchen to appear helpful, but Doris lured him into the living room.

Doris, who now found herself eons removed from her former shy self, decided to present the girls’ case without preamble.  She did not seek an enduring relationship with the guy, whom she considered too old in any event, and the worst she could expect was a refusal, which she thought improbable.

“Betty’s a virgin,” she said immediately after they sat together on the couch.

He choked on a potato chip.  “What did you say?” he exclaimed after a cough.

“She’s a virgin, and we would like you to change that.”

Ted stared at her in stupefaction.  He could not even begin to think of appropriate words.

“She’s legal,” Doris persisted, bending the truth of the matter by five months.

She stared him as he collected his thoughts.  He got up, went to the front window, returned and sat down again.

“Why me?” he asked after a pause.

“Isn’t it obvious?  You can’t tell stories at school, and you’re old enough to be tempted by a young girl’s cherry.”

“I’m not a pervert!” he barked.  “I don’t chase after school girls, especially virgins who usually cry and cause trouble.”

“Then you’ve done it before.  Betty will be fortunate to have an experienced guy.”

“Only once, many years ago.  And I haven’t agreed to anything.”

“Would you do it for a reward?”

“What reward?”

“Me.  But you can’t tell Betty about the bribe.”

Ted assayed the girl from her beautiful, doll-like face to her gorgeous legs.  He would endure many disgusting things to fuck that beauty, he thought.  Romancing the pudgy one first would be just a small chore, and it might even be fun.

“Does she know about this?” he asked, “or are you trying to do her a secret favor?”

“I know!” Betty shouted angrily from the doorway.  “Doris!  How can you do this to me all the time?”

She leaned against the door jam and began to bawl.  Doris jumped up from the couch to embrace her.

“He’ll do it,” she whispered to the blubbering girl.  “He’s safe, too.  No one will know.”

“You don’t understand me,” Betty wailed.  “I don’t even know this guy.  At least Warren was a friend of sorts.”

“Don’t change your mind now, darling, like you did before with Warren.  Once you’re past this hurdle we can have lots of guys until your Mr. Right comes along.”

Betty stopped crying.  She rubbed her nose with the back of her hand as she looked at Ted’s astonished face.  She actually wanted the handsome guy to do it, but she was profoundly embarrassed by her friend’s reckless behavior.

“OK,” she sniffed.  “But I want Doris to be with us,” she said to the man.

Doris turned to Ted.  He seemed to be wavering, she thought.  With a hand she fondled her pert, right breast, leering at him.

Taking the bait, he rose from the couch.  “I’ll try to be gentle,” he said.  “Do you girls want to go upstairs first?”

“Yes!” Betty insisted and pulled Doris along with her to the stairway.

They chose the large bedroom that overlooked the back yard, because its clutter suggested that Ted slept there.  Betty stood passively as Doris undressed her.  She was a fleshy girl whose body would have been more appreciated in an earlier century.  They kissed as Doris unsnapped the bra, stepping back then to assay the large breasts that retained a girlish firmness.  She leaned down to suck a nipple briefly.  Betty fondled her head.  Doris then knelt to remove the panties, revealing a wild pubic bush that was slightly moist.  She urged the naked girl to sit on the bed, then lie on it with her legs dangling over.

“I want to kiss your virgin spot,” the brunette said in an excited voice.

“Please!” Betty protested, but she made no move to deter her friend.

Doris extended her tongue to lick the girl’s protective membrane that would soon be ripped and gone forever, but she quickly left that area to work on Betty’s large clit hood.

“Please!” Betty groaned, caressing the head between her legs, her meaning now more ambiguous.

Doris stopped after her friend’s legs stiffened and she gasped a loud cry.

“Are you ready?” Ted called from downstairs.

Doris rose to her feet.  She helped Betty straighten herself on the bed, fussed with the girl’s hair on the pillow, then turned to the door.

“OK,” she yelled.

Doris retreated to a corner of the room.  Betty turned her face to look at her friend.  She appeared to be very worried.  Ted entered the room draped incongruously in a rain coat.

“I didn’t have a robe downstairs,” he explained with a sheepish grin.  “I thought you’d be undressed too,” he said to Doris.

“Take off your clothes, Doris,” Betty commanded.  “I know what you’re up to.”

“I will when you’re finished, darling,” the brunette responded.

Ted dropped the coat from his shoulders.  He was a magnificent male specimen with a lightly haired, powerful body.  Betty gasped at the sight of the man’s thick penis that jutted on an upward angle for seven inches or more.  It’s swollen knob was moist with lubrication.

“You’ll need a rubber,” Doris remarked, her tongue spreading across her upper lip as she gazed at the man’s impressive endowment.

Ted opened his fist to display one.  He rolled it on.  He looked uncertainly at the naked girl.

“Perhaps I should use some Vaseline,” he said.

“That’s not necessary,” Doris responded.  “She’s well lubricated.  I’ve seen to that.”

Ted placed a knee on the mattress and crawled between Betty’s out-spread legs.  Her head was lost beneath his chest.  Doris stepped close to watch.  Supported by one outstretched arm the man grasped his penis to guide it to the assigned spot.  Without warning he pushed forward powerfully.  Betty screamed in pain and pushed at the guy’s shoulders, but he continued to work his large member in by inches until he was fully embedded.  Betty was howling.

“Get off now!” Doris yelled, pulling on the man’s arm.

He complied immediately, rising to his knees and climbing from the bed.  Doris leaned down to inspect the bloody damage, cooing to the distressed girl who whimpered softly.

Without a word Doris stood straight and began to take off her clothes.  Ted visibly trembled when she stood before him naked.

“Oh, god!” he muttered.

“You won’t need the rubber with me,” Doris announced as she climbed onto the bed to lie next to Betty.

“Can we, you know, play a while first,” he implored.

“Later,” was the reply.

Ted, not to be denied, slowly ran his hand up her thigh, belly and left breast.  But he too was impatient for the pleasure.  Doris raised her knees when he moved his mighty body between her legs.  They began coupling without further preamble, wildly, noisily.  The man was unable to last long, but the excited brunette managed to achieve a loud orgasm before he grunted and spewed.  After a pause he grinned down at her and began to thrust once more with a penis that had not flagged very much.  This time Doris received a full measure of ecstatic pleasure, orgasm following another until she opened her eyes widely and screamed with a huge one.  Ted soon yelped for a second time and panted above her on extended arms.

Betty moved her head next to Doris’ on the pillow.

“Wow!” she exclaimed.  “Will it be like that for me?”

“In a week or so, darling.  How about it, Ted?  Do you want us to visit you again?”

He sat on the side of the bed with a hand at Doris’ groin, fingering his oozing semen.

“Can you kids keep quiet about this?” he asked, smiling at the two of them.

“Secrets!” Betty squealed.  “I love them!”   

END

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