CONTROL

BY KENNA

[ Part 6 ]

Tuesday when Phoebe came over, April took her up to her room and handed her the shortest skirt she owned. “I want you to put this on,” said the 13-year-old. “I want to see your pretty legs.”

Put that way, Phoebe couldn’t resist the request. She slipped off her pants and put on the short skirt. It fell only a few inches below her crotch, leaving plenty of long leg sticking out. She paraded around the room, making sure that April got a good view.

Then April said, “We’re going to the mall.”

Phoebe’s mouth dropped open. “Like this?” she asked, looking down at the skirt.

“Just like that,” said April. “You’ll love it. Come on.” She went downstairs with Phoebe trailing her.

“Angie, we need a ride to the mall,” said April.

Again Angie felt the twinge of annoyance at missing some TV, but at least this time the girls weren’t going to make her have sex with them. She looked at her watch. “I’ll drop you off and pick you up again around 5, OK?”

Once at the mall, it was clear to April that Phoebe was pretty excited about how much leg she was showing. She couldn’t get her mind off the skirt or the glances and stares from men, women, boys, and girls. April only fanned the flames of Phoebe’s desire as she pointed out men and boys that were staring at her.

After just a few minutes, April sat down on a bench and told Phoebe to sit next to her. “Spread your legs a little,” said April.

Phoebe giggled and spread her legs a few inches.

“That’s perfect,” said April. “Not so much that you look obvious, but just enough. Hey, watch this guy coming up. See if he takes a peek.”

The two sat for a few minutes as a few of the shoppers noticed Phoebe’s unladylike spread. A couple of them let their gaze linger on the patch of cloth between the 12-year-old’s thighs. The two girls tried to act nonchalant, but Phoebe was getting excited.

When she’d had enough of that, April stood. “Come on, let’s go to the bathroom.” The two girls darted into the closest bathroom. As they went in, April checked to make sure they were alone. “Give me your panties,” she said.

“What?” said the surprised Phoebe. As if her skirt wasn’t short enough, now April wanted her to have no panties!

“Come on,” said April. “You’ll love it.” When Phoebe looked dubious, April said, “You at least have to try it. If you don’t love it, you can have them back.”

Phoebe skinned off her panties and handed them to her friend. It felt weird to have nothing underneath the short skirt. She looked down and looked at herself in the mirror just to make sure that no one could see anything. The skirt was short, but not so short that she was flashing the world. It just felt like she was.

April led Phoebe around the mall some more. Phoebe was very self-conscious, looking around at everyone to see who might be staring. She kept her hands at her sides, pressing down her skirt as if there was a breeze threatening to make it fly up.

“Relax,” said April. “Nobody can see anything. How’s it feel?”

“Funny,” said Phoebe. “Like I’m naked.”

“I’ll bet that’s making your pussy wet.”

“April!” said Phoebe. She stopped and looked at her friend. “It is,” she blushed as she admitted she was getting excited. She liked the feeling of being nearly naked out in public. It was thrilling in an odd sort of way.

“Let’s go sit down,” said April.

Phoebe stared in disbelief at April. She knew what would be coming next. “No way. I’m not doing that.”

“Doing what? I just said we’d sit down.”

“Then you’ll want me to…” her voice hushed, “… spread my legs.”

“Only if you want to,” said April.

Phoebe glanced at her watch. “Your mom won’t pick us up for an hour, honey. You’re gonna get me so hot. Then what?”

“Then you’ll just have to wait,” said April. “Until we get home. Come on,” she tugged Phoebe over to a bench and they sat.

This time April just chatted with Phoebe, trying to get the other girl’s mind off the short skirt. She didn’t invite Phoebe to spread her legs. As the minutes went by, Phoebe shifted nervously a couple of times. Each time she shifted, April noticed Phoebe’s legs came a bit more apart. April found herself getting excited as she watched her girl friend tease the shoppers.

After 15 minutes, a couple of men had taken longing glances between the preteen’s thighs and April decided it was time for a change. “Come on,” she tugged Phoebe back to her feet. “Let’s move before you leave a wet spot.”

Phoebe blushed as she looked back at the bench. She felt a definite tingle and knew she was wet, but not that wet.

April fished out her cell phone and called home to have her mom pick them up early. She figured that Phoebe was more excited that she was, and she was pretty excited. They walked toward the exit. “So, beautiful, what did you think? Was it fun to have the men peeking at your pretty pussy?”

“Uh huh,” agreed Phoebe. “Too hot. Did you see that one guy? I thought he was going to come over and ask for a better look.

April giggled. “Which one? I thought they all were.”

“Yeah, I can’t believe how many men looked. I mean, I’m only 12 and they looked like they wanted to...” again she lowered her voice, “… fuck me.”

“That’s why we’re at the mall, beautiful,” said April. “It’s a safe place. They can look, but they can’t touch.”

“Let me have my panties back,” said Phoebe. She expected to have them for the car ride home.

“Not yet,” said April. “One more surprise for you.”

“Oh, oh, what?” asked Phoebe. “I’m so hot already. No more.”

“You’ll see,” said April. “You’ll like this one.”

Phoebe liked everything that April wanted her to do. So, she let April take the lead again. The surprise came as soon as the two girls got into the back seat of the car. April slammed the car door, pushed Phoebe onto her back, and spread the girl’s smooth thighs. “Look, Angie, she’s got no panties on,” she said.

Angie turned and gaped at the juicy slit between Phoebe’s thighs. She turned back around and pulled away from the curb.

When Phoebe tried to sit up, April held her down. The pretty blond didn’t struggle against April as the older girl looked in her eyes and said, “Now I want you to let her know when you cum.” April buried her face between the sweet thighs and started licking Phoebe’s cunt.

“Oh, Jesus, honey,” wailed Phoebe. “I’m gonna cum! I’m gonna cum! I’m gonna cum in the back seat of your car!”

But, April pulled away from the excited girl. She hadn’t expected that Phoebe was so excited that she’d be cumming in seconds. “Tell her about it. Tell her what we did at the mall.”

“I showed my pussy,” said Phoebe, panting heavily. “Oh, fuck, I showed my pussy. Please, honey, lick me. Make me cum now.”

April licked Phoebe’s pussy a few more times. “Tell her when you cum. Let her know when you cum. Take off your top and play with your tits.” She licked furiously, bringing Phoebe right to the edge again. Phoebe frantically tried to remove her top, but all she could do was pull it up and then pull her bra away from her tits. She fingered her nipples. “Let her know you’re cumming. Let that truck driver know you’re cumming.”

“Jesus, holy, Christ,” screamed Phoebe. She couldn’t see out the window, but she could imagine a truck driver peering down at her with her tits showing, her legs spread, and April greedily licking her exposed pussy. She was cumming right in front of him. She was cumming right in the back seat of the car and April’s mom was watching. “Holy fuck, I’m cumming, oh, I’m cumming, oh, God. I’m cummmmminnnggg.”

April sat back as Phoebe’s orgasm passed. Phoebe was panting with exhaustion, still on her back, her top askew, and her legs spread and draped across April’s lap now. A huge smile graced her face as she came down from the best orgasm she’d ever had.

Paused at a stoplight, Angie looked back at the two girls. It was hard not to share the sexual energy that flowed from the back seat. She smiled at them and said, “Looks like you two had a good time at the mall.”

The two girls chuckled at the understatement.

“But Phoebe dear, you should sit up and put on your seat belt. I don’t want the truck driver following us all the way home.”

Phoebe sat up with a start. She’d thought April was just teasing her about the truck driver. She looked out the window and up into the face of a man leering down at her. She blushed, yet she felt a tingle run through her body as she realized she really did have an audience for her orgasm.

“What did you just make me do?” she protested to April.

“Exactly what you wanted, Phoebster” said April.

“Phoebster?” repeated Phoebe in surprise.

“Yeah,” said April. “I saw a beautiful sports car a few weeks ago, called a Boxster. It was sleek and sexy, just like you. It was hot, just like you. And if I owned one, I’d want to show it off to everyone, just… like… you.”

The words rang in Phoebe’s head. Sleek. Sexy. Beautiful. Hot. Everything that she knew she was. And to top it off, if April owned one, she’d show it off, just like she had today. And that Boxster would want to be shown off, just like the Phoebster.

Even more telling to the 12-year-old was the word “owned.” If April “owned” a Boxster, she’d show it off. Curiously, she liked the idea of being owned by April. It was a thought that had bounced around in her mind for the past few days. Now the word resonated with her feelings. She’d started to notice how April commanded her and she obeyed. She’d enjoyed the feeling of letting April take charge. There was an excitement to the way April owned her. Like a fine car, April would take care of her, yet make sure that she was pushed to the limits.

Best of all was the rationalization that went through Phoebe’s mind. She’d had a great time today, but she hadn’t been naughty. It wasn’t her idea to wear a short skirt. It wasn’t her idea to take off her panties. It wasn’t her idea to show her pussy to the shoppers. It wasn’t her idea to let the truck driver watch her cum. She hadn’t been naughty. No, she’d been a good girl, doing everything she’d been told to do.

“Phoebster,” said Phoebe softly as she relaxed into the car seat, feeling more comfortable with herself than she had in a long time. She was April’s Phoebster.

Back at home, the two girls went to April’s room for another round of pussy licking. Phoebe left later than usual.