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VIRGIN ON THE VERGE mmmmm/f teen
By Dr. Wu

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   "Virgin on the Verge" is completely fiction, and any resemblance to
real persons is completely coincidental. However, the teenage game "Five
Minutes" is real, and a popular past time at high school (and even some
middle school) parties, with all sorts of variations.

CHAPTER ONE
   Musical Introduction:
    Who's the pretty girl in that mirror there?
   Who can that attractive girl be?
   Such a pretty face
   Such a pretty dress
   Such a pretty smile
   Such a pretty me!"
    From "West Side Story," lyrics by Stephen Sondheim

VIRGIN ON THE VERGE

   "You look sooo hot, Allison!"

    Allison couldn't believe it. She did look hot. S-s-s-mokin'! she
thought. She stared at her reflection in the mirror. Her best friend
Nikki had done an amazing job transforming the ugly duckling into a
beautiful swan.

   Allison wasn't by any means an ugly duckling, just a 16-year-old girl
who had not yet learned to blossom into her own striking good looks and
sexuality. Here she was a junior in high school, and she had not had a
single date, hadn't kissed a boy, hadn't had a boyfriend. (She'd never
had an orgasm, either, but she had let such a sheltered life that she
wasn't even really aware of what she was missing.)

  "Sweet 16 and never been kissed," her daddy said all the time, proud
and a little smug, and it pissed Allison off more than anything he could
possibly say.

   High school boys, of course, are notorious for not being able to spot
the true beauties who walk amongst them. Nearly all of them lust after
the same five or six petite, blond-haired, blue-eyed cheerleaders, or the
dark-eyed big-breasted girls who fill out their tight sweaters so
magnificently. They couldn't see the real Allison Witt who was waiting to
emerge. Day after day, Allison showed up at school with her long red hair
parted plainly in the middle, hanging down limply to the small of her
back. She wore large glasses to correct her near-sightedness, and they
gave her an owly expression, magnifying her green-gray eyes. Because her
parents were devout Baptists, they forbid her from wearing any lipstick,
and allowed only the most minimal of makeup. They also allowed only
clothes that both parents agreed were not "provocative," which meant
slacks (not too tight across the butt), loose sweaters and blouses that
did not call attention to her breasts, and sensible shoes. She had been
dressing this way for so long that she just naturally acted as if the
girl underneath went with the clothes: shy, unassuming, nothing special.

   But Allison's world was changing. Even though she still went to church
every Sunday morning and Wednesday night with her parents and brother and
sister, even though she still pulled straight A's, and even though she
was an alternate on the school's "Brain Brawl" academic competition team
(and as a sophomore, no less, a source of pride to Allison), she was
feeling stirrings. She longed to be kissed by a handsome boy, dreamed
feverishly of having a strong, good looking young man tell her she was
beautiful.

  At night, alone in her bedroom, she would hug her pillow and cry, and
sometimes her right hand, almost of its own accord, would start
scratching at her pussy, gently. It didn't really itch, not in the way a
mosquito bite itched, but the scratching felt good. Sometimes the
scratching would become rubbing, and that felt even better, and Allison
would squeeze her thighs together on her hand. But then she would realize
that what she was really doing was some surreptitious form of
masturbation. And that was a sin, a particularly vile sin, the Baptist
camp counselor had told the girls last summer, and she would force
herself to stop, and hug her pillow some more.

   And Allison's world had changed even more through her friendship with
Nikki Roche. The two were the least likely girls to hook up and become
friends, and they had become the talk of the school because of it. Nikki
was one of the most popular girls at Pope County High School. Being a
cheerleader didn't hurt, but that wasn't all there was to it. She was as
extroverted and bubbly as Allison was shy and withdrawn. She also knew
how to dress to show off her killer body. When she wasn't flouncing up
and down the hallways in her cheerleader outfit, she wore the tightest T-
shirts the dress code would allow, and pants so tight that panties
underneath would just spoil the lines, so why bother with panties? The
boys had nicknamed her "Brick House," and sometimes whistled the old
Commodores song when she walked down the hall. Nikki tried not to smile,
but she loved the attention.

    Nikki was far from a slut, though; she had only had sex once in her
16 years, with her boyfriend, Kevin, just two weeks ago. Giving up her
virginity hadn't been nearly as fine or fun as she had thought it would
be. When they made out in her basement when her parents were gone, and
Kevin got her pants off and started fingering her, she'd cum and cum
until her smooth young thighs were drenched with juice running down from
the golden curls of her adolescent pussy. But when Kevin had fucked her
in the backseat of her car after the game, she hadn't been able to cum.
He, of course, got his rocks off, she thought with some chagrin. They
always do. She hadn't done it with Kevin since.

   Allison the Brain Brawl girl and Nikki the Brick House had been paired
as biology lab partners a month ago. At first, they had looked at one
another with mild distaste. But Nikki quickly discovered that Allison
would do nearly all the work, and they'd get an A on everything they did.
In fact, Allison could whip through Nikki'e math homework in 10 minutes,
and soon Nikki's teachers were sending notes home to her parents that
Nikki was doing much, much better in school. In turn, Nikki introduced
Allison to her friends, and allowed her to sit with them at lunch. It was
a heady step up in the high school pecking order for poor Allison Witt,
going from sitting at the nerds' table, where some of the boys still
carried "Phantom Menace" lunch boxes, to sitting at the cool kids' table
with Allison and the other cheerleaders. The cutest and most popular boys
at school were always stopping by, teasing and laughing with Nikki and
the other cheerleaders. They didn't tease and laugh with Allison yet, but
they said Hi, and treated her civilly, which for Allison was a huge ego
boost. Who know, she thought, maybe one of them will ask me out on a real
date!

   And now, here she was, best buds with Nikki Roche, of all people, and
getting ready for her first real party. She'd been to church socials,
drinking red punch in a basement hung with crepe paper while nervous boys
huddled on the sides, too nervous to ask the girls to dance, but tonight
would be different. Nikki had promised her this would be a great party
with plenty of fine-looking guys, from Pope County and a few other high
schools. Her parents would be gone for the evening, and with the
improvement in Nikki's school work, had told her they trusted her to have
a party if she promised there would be no alcohol. Plus, her older sister
Rikki (named, to her everlasting regret, after an old Steely Dan song),
would be there to chaperone. Rikki was 21 and had recently flunked out of
college and moved back into her old bedroom.

   "Look at you, girl!" Nikkie exclaimed to her friend. "You're gonna be
fighting those boys off tonight with a club!"

   "Gosh, Nikki, I like it, I really do, but do you think it's maybe a
bit too, I don't know, too slutty?"

   "Slutty? Come on Allison, we've talked about this. If you're gonna get
boys to notice you, you're gonna have to change your look. Get a new
look, you get a new attitude. Then you get the boys."

   Allison kept staring at her reflection. Nikki had put hot rollers in
her hair an hour ago, then taken them out and teased Allison's long red
hair so that now it hung in beautiful cascading waves over her shoulders
and down her back. Her glasses had come off, and although she couldn't
see very well without them, she could lean toward the mirror and see that
it made a huge difference in her appearance; her eyes that once looked
goggly were now slightly feline and definitely sexy. Nikki had applied
her makeup, and the most startling effect came from the bright red
lipstick. They made Allison's lips pop right out, gave them a sexy, bee-
sting look that she knew the sexiest girls at school all cultivated.

   When she'd left home to go over to Nikki's, she'd been wearing denim
overalls and a long-sleeved T-shirt. But Nikki, bless her heart, had
rummaged around in her closet and in Rikki's to put together a killer
outfit. She wore a white blouse, slightly sheer but not really see-
through, that fit her so tightly across the chest that the buttons gapped
open a little.

   "Damn, girl, those are some fine titties you been hiding!" Allison had
joked, and the two school chums had dissolved into gales of laughter. But
Allison did have a very fine set of teenaged breasts, only a 34 inch
chest (she was on the slender side), but close to a C cup, so that they
jutted out nicely.

   Nikki had found one of Rikki's miniskirts, a black number that was
snug but not too snug, and short but not too short, with a zipper down
the side. Since Allison was almost 5'10", the skirt's hem hit her well up
her thighs. There was no way her parents would ever let her own or wear
something like this, but it was modest enough, and she wanted so badly to
look attractive for the party. Nikki had tried to talk her into wearing
high heels, but Allison drew the line. She was convinced one of the
reasons no boy had asked her out was because of her height, and heels
made her tower at over 6 feet tall. So she borrowed a pair of Nikki's
black penny loafers, and wore them without socks. Maybe not a runway
model looks, she told herself, but still cool enough.

   "Now I know you're not gonna like this, Ally, but I'm your fashion
adviser and I want you to at least listen. I want you to consider going
without the bra tonight."

   "Nikki! No way!" Allison blushed demurely at the very thought. Even
though her parents weren't here to oversee her, 16 years of religious
indoctrination had an effect, and modesty was part of Allison's being.

   "No, listen," Nikki replied. "I'm not gonna wear one, so you'll have
company. And the whole idea of this party is to get you noticed. Short of
doing naked jumping-jacks, nothing gets you noticed by the opposite sex
faster than not wearing a bra. Really, Allison, trust me. They won't be
able to see anything through the blouse. And remember: You'll be here,
safe, surrounded by friends. If a guy likes what he sees, he's gonna have
to ask you out on a date, go to your house and pick you up, all that
stuff, and when you do that, you can dress more conservatively."

   "I don't know. I can't imagine being without a bra. I'd feel like
everybody was staring at my boobs, Nikki"

   "Look, it's up to you. I'm gonna go talk to Rikki and make sure she'll
stay out of our way at the party, and then I'm gonna change clothes real
quick. I'll leave you here in the bathroom. Try it without the bra, see
how it makes you feel, and if you don't like it, you can put the bra back
on. But when I come back, Ally, I'm gonna be hangin' free!"

   Nikki shut the door, leaving Allison alone. It wouldn't hurt to try,
the naive high school junior thought. She took off the white blouse, then
took off her lacy white cotton bra, then quickly put the blouse back on
and buttoned it up. It was the first time in her life the Baptist-raised
schoolgirl had worn a shirt without a bra, or at least the first time
since she'd bought her first training bra when she was 11. She took a
deep breath and looked in the mirror. Damn, without her glasses, she
really couldn't see all that well. She leaned forward, which caused the
shirt to tighten across her chest. The cotton rubbed against her naked
nipples, and gave Allison a little sexual charge.

  God that feels so good, she thought. "Hangin' free," that's what Nikki
called it. She rubbed a hand across her chest, rubbing the fabric against
her bare nipples. They felt all tingly, and the tingly sensation raced
through her body.

   Oh, what the heck, she thought. Mommy and daddy would have a cow, but
they're home and can't see me. And if all the boys start leering at me
and making jokes about my breasts, I'll just run upstairs and put my bra
back on. But I'll try hangin' free!

   Down the hall, Nikki closed the door to Rikki's bedroom. Rikki lay on
her bed, dressed in cut off jeans and a T-shirt that read "I Just Do What
the Voices in My Head Tell Me" across the front. She put down the Vanity
Fair she was reading. Buster, the Roches' German Shepherd, lay on the
floor at the foot of the bed and thumped his tail when Nikki walked in.


   "How's the plan goin, Nikk?" the older girl asked.

	"It's going great, Rikki!" gushed Nikki. Around the other teenagers
at high school she was a stuck-up little princess, but she had always
looked up to her big sister, and stood somewhat in awe of her. "Little
Miss Priss doesn't suspect a thing. When are the guys coming?"

   "Like we set up: 8 o'clock. I hand-picked 'em myself, so they're all
taller than she is, and briefed 'em," said Rikki. "They all know the
routine: Pretend like they're high school students from other schools.
Flirt with little Allison and make her feel nice and relaxed and safe.
Then we start having fun."

   "Thank you sooo much, Rikki. This was so cool of you to help me with
this."

	"Hey, what's a sister for? Are you sure you really want to do
something this heinous? I mean, she seems like an OK kid. A little dorky,
but when you're raised by Jesus freaks what do you expect?"

   Nikki's eyes narrowed and her voice got tight. "This will barely even
come close to getting revenge on Allison Fucking Witt. I told her in
confidence about having sex with Kevin, and she blabbed it all over the
school. She told like three or four of her dork friends, and they told
their friends, and pretty soon the boys are all coming up to me in the
hall and saying "Hey, Nikki, wanna fuck?" And even some of the teachers
are giving me creepy looks, like maybe the rumor mill has even reached
the teacher's lounge. I was sitting pretty at school, and now I'm
fighting for my reputation. And Allison Fucking Witt is gonna regret the
day she gossiped about me."

   Nikki was breathing heavily by the time she finished her speech. "OK,
OK, kiddo, don't bust a tube," said Rikki. "I'm here to help. By the end
of the night, your so-called friend won't know whether she's coming or
going. Hey! Coming or going! I made a little joke!" And the two sisters
shared a nasty little chortle.

   "But just remember," Rikki added, "I made a deal with these boys. They
get each get a BJ tonight, one way or the other. If Allison doesn't do
it, then you're the one on the line. That was the deal."

  "Then I'll just have to work extra hard to make sure Allison is the
one," Nikki replied.

   They were interrupted by a knock at the door. "Nikki, are you in
there?" Allison asked nervously.

   "Yeah, come in, it's unlocked."

   "How do I look?" asked Allison.

   Nikki had to admit, a little enviously, that her friend the former
wallflower looked smashing. And the braless look was going to send the
college boys Rikki had recruited into a panting frenzy. Maybe Allison
just couldn't see very well without her glasses, but her nipples could be
seen clearly through the white cotton blouse, and her breasts, so young
and unfettered and thrusting outward with youthful exuberance, were
practically begging to be fondled and sucked.

   "Lookin' good," said Rikki blandly, and returned to her magazine.

   "Abso-fuckin'-lutely" Nikki agreed. She hoped that her plan would go
smoothly tonight. OK, it wasn't really her plan, it was Rikki's plan.
Nikki had come to Rikki near tears when she realized what had happened,
and Rikki, who had seen plenty of the world at the age of 21, had told
her younger sister how she might get revenge. The best part of the plan,
if it worked, was that Allison would think everything was her fault.
She'd never suspect Nikki.

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