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Subject: {ASSM} Shiny Faces (f/f, First, Mast, Rom)
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Date: Sat, 30 Sep 2006 04:10:01 -0400
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Shiny Faces
Copyright 2006 Rachael Ross all rights reserved
Story Codes: f/f, First, Mast, Rom


Shiny Faces
by Rachael Ross

It was time for my shiny face. That’s what Mrs. Elgin called it.
And not just mine, but everyone's. We were salesmen, the bunch of
us, boys and girls. Some of us were as young as five and some as
old as fifteen, and even one boy who was sixteen. He was the old
man in our midst. Most of us were between 8 and 13, but we were
older than that really.

Being an orphan is like that. It makes you old really fast,
cynical and realistic. Even the little kids knew that every day
that passed in the orphanage was a bad thing. Babies get adopted
quick, everybody knows that. Then the toddlers and pre-schoolers,
they had okay chances. Even a 6 or 7 year old had a shot at life,
a real life with parents and everything. Once you hit puberty
though, it was all over but the crying, and by age 12 we were
much too old for that. And God didn't make that many tears
anyway.

I was 13 and over the hill by adoption standards. But I put on my
shiny face anyway, because that was all we had. It was all I had.
Hope dies hard, even when you think it's gone, hope can surprise
you. I felt it like a needle in my heart, just a pain, an ache
like a sharp cramp. But I couldn't tell anyone, not least because
I knew we all felt it and nobody wanted to admit it.

"Shiny faces…shiny faces…" Mrs. Elgin was smiling, ever
optimistic and smiling, clapping her hands, telling us exactly
how many minutes we had. She'd been working the adoption road for
a long time and her heart had broken a million times I bet. But
she'd had her victories too and that was what kept her going. For
the kids who never went anywhere, Mrs. Elgin was the only mom
they'd ever have.

We sold ourselves, and sometimes each other. If a couple came in
looking for something in particular, a little girl maybe, or a
little boy, we older kids had our favorites. My own was Kimmie
and she was just 5 years old. Sarah, my best friend who was 12
liked her too, and if the people coming today wanted a little
girl, we'd do whatever we could to sell them Kimmie. She was our
little sister, she was a part of us, the part that still had a
chance, and if she went home it would be like some of me was
going too.

And that was true of anyone really. Anytime one of the kids got
adopted, it gave all of us new life. But Kimmie was my favorite,
my little sister, and if anyone was going to go, I wanted it to
be her. Or me, but I was afraid to think like that, and I didn't
have much of a chance anyway. People didn't want 13 year old
girls. They'd miss too many birthdays, too many Christmas
mornings and school pageants and Halloweens. All that was left
when you were 13 was trouble, or so we thought people thought.
And we knew people pretty good.

My shiny face was pretty. Not beautiful, or striking, or
stunning. Those kids didn't get orphaned, just the pretty ones.
My face was clean, scrubbed pink and smiling. I practiced smiling
sometimes, we all did. I had happy smiles, and shy smiles, and
even sad smiles, because no matter what happened you had to
smile. None of us were truly happy though, or ever shy really.
You couldn't be shy and sell yourself, that was impossible, and
the older kids taught the little kids not to be shy. Being shy
was a life sentence.

You just had to act shy. We were all good actors.

So I put on my nice dress, the one Mrs. Elgin had given me just
for days like this, all bright with yellow flowers on it, with
baby blue trimmings to match my eyes. A yellow ribbon for my
auburn hair, which wasn't that long, but a little ponytail made
me look younger, so I pulled it back and Sarah tied it for me. I
was getting breasts, but I couldn't do anything about it. They
stuck out like sore thumbs, little mounds to spoil my dress. Some
white shoes, a little scuffed, but clean. No makeup or jewelry or
fancy things. That was all of me, 4'10" tall and 85 pounds of
thirteen year old girl for sale.

There were six couples, husbands and wives. Mostly they were
young, people in their late twenties, some in their thirties, and
one couple in their forties. They'd reached some point in their
lives where they could afford a child. Not just with money, but
with time and love and patience and all that stuff that we knew
so little about. Some of them we understood instinctively, they
had holes in their lives. Maybe a child would fill some of them,
save their marriage maybe, or give their lives some new aspect
they imagined was lacking. But that was cynicism, as I understood
the word, and we had to ignore it.

Mrs. Elgin gave a little presentation while the couples sat in
their chairs and listened, but mostly looked at us. We were quiet
and still, showing off our good manners and smiling shyly. These
people had all been screened and investigated and interviewed and
whatever else was required to make sure they were both fit and
serious enough to adopt a child. This was their trip to the pet
shop and they could pick what they wanted to bring home. They'd
look and leave and think about it and talk to their wives and
husbands and then maybe they'd come back for a second look, or
maybe they'd come back and say 'We want that one…' and that would
be a little victory for Mrs. Elgin and the rest of us. But most
of those couples we'd never see again.

There were a lot of pet shops in the world.

It was easy to figure out what they were looking for. People look
at what they desire, all we had to do was watch the eyes. None of
them were looking at me, although they were too polite not to,
but they'd see me and smile and move on. It was rejection and it
hurt, because that's what rejection does. You don't ever get used
to it, no matter what you want to believe. That was why I needed
Kimmie, she was the part of me that wasn't rejected.

"Good afternoon." It was one of the younger couples, a good
looking man and his wife, and I'd walked up to them as soon as
Mrs. Elgin was done, holding Kimmie's hand. "I'm Mark and this is
my wife, Jill."

It was always kind of awkward for them, because they were
shopping and they didn't want to hurt anyone. But I'd seen them
looking at Kimmie and so they couldn't hurt me at all. We had
little name tags, but it was always best to say your name. People
better remembered what they saw if they heard it too.

"I'm Stacy." I smiled my confident smile. "And this is Kimberly.
We call her Kimmie." I looked down at the girl to make sure she
was giving them her shy smile. "Say hi." I whispered, just for
their benefit.

"Hi Kimmie." The man knelt down a little. "How old are you?" And
so it went, I'd stay there for a little while, doing whatever I
could to sell Kimmie, but she was good and practically sold
herself. I just made sure there were no awkward silences, no
opportunities for the couple to look around at anyone else. I
told little stories about Kimmie and how she was smart and funny
and the best little girl in the whole world. But I didn't have to
say too much anyway, they liked her a lot.

But there were other kids and Mrs. Elgin knew the game too, and
she would give us our 10 minutes and then it was someone else's
turn. The wife gave Kimmie a hug though, and offered me a little
smile, one of the hopeful kind that was genuine, because she'd
never had to practice smiling in her life. It was a good sign, I
thought, a real good sign and I told Kimmie how good she'd done
as we walked away, heading towards another prospective buyer,
another maybe mommy and daddy for my little girl.

"Hi there…ah, Stacy." It was the older couple, the man and his
wife in their forties, probably late forties.

I was standing close to Kimmie, watching her talk to another
couple, but they seemed to be looking for a little boy, more than
a little girl. But we were trying, Kimmie was working hard and I
was smiling. I hadn't really expected the other couple to talk to
me. I knew they were there, approaching us, I knew exactly where
every couple was, every second, but I didn't think they'd talk to
me and I almost forgot to smile.

"Hi." I looked at them and did smile. It had been a long time
since I'd tried to sell myself and for just a second there I
didn't know what to say.

"This is Rita, I'm Bill." He nodded, agreeing with himself.

"Hi." I smiled at the woman. "It's nice to meet you." I offered
my hand, even though I knew some people liked to browse without
touching anything.

"Nice to meet you too, Stacy. My, that's a pretty dress." She was
45 I decided, and her hand was strong and calloused with short
fingernails. She had a pleasant face, and a healthy body, tanned
skin and sensible short black hair with a little grey in it.

"Thank you." I smiled, looking down at it. "Mrs. Elgin bought it
for my birthday."

"And how old are you, Stacy?" The man, Bill, asked me. He was
large, like John Wayne maybe, except John Wayne was bigger than
anyone. Bill  just reminded me of him, barrel chested and sort of
leathery, with wrinkled eyes and a strong jaw. He looked
uncomfortable in the slacks and sport coat he was wearing. His
hands were big and I could see little scars and fresh cuts, just
the little kind you'd expect on a farmer. I thought I had them
pegged, but I'd been doing this a long time and these people
looked like what they were.

"I'm thirteen. My birthday was a couple months ago, last April."
I smiled, all shiny faced just for them.

These people already knew how old I was, maybe, if they were
really interested in me. Sometimes people came to the orphanage
and just changed their minds right away for some reason, then
they'd usually find one of the older kids to talk to, just to
pass enough time so they could leave without making it look like
they were running away. Thinking about adopting was a lot
different than doing it, I supposed. It frightened some people,
just because they'd never gone through it, like it was the worst
thing in the world maybe. But it wasn't, it was just life.

If they were interested in me, this Bill and Rita, then they
might have already picked me out. We all had our little files,
like sales brochures, with photographs and a little history,
nothing too personal I don't think, but enough to say who we
were. People could look through the files and see if there was a
girl or boy they might like and then meet them on a day like this
one. But we couldn't know about that and it was better that we
didn't. It would have meant these people had expectations and we
had to assume they didn't, even though it was a lie in any case.

Bill and Rita owned a horse ranch, out in the country and it
wasn't hard for me to smile about that. I'd ridden a horse
before, just once on one of the occasional outings we had. It was
easy talking to them and I didn't think they were just killing
time and it made me a little nervous. I'd had talks like this
before, when I was younger, but it had been awhile since anyone
had cared enough to spend twenty minutes with me. It felt good
and I was so afraid of that feeling I started getting a tummy
ache.

They left finally, moving on to talk to Sarah, whom Mrs. Elgin
was walking over. I'd had my fair share of time and that was
okay. Sarah was like my sister too and if they didn't like me,
maybe they'd like her. But I really wanted them to like me and
that thought, that bit of hope was so strong I had to go to the
bathroom and be sick. I was throwing up and crying, just a
little, but only because I'd been trying so hard not to want it.
When you wanted something and didn't get it, that just hurt too
much, so it was better not to.

I stayed in the bathroom for long time, until Sarah came in.

"Are you okay?" She asked me.

"Yeah." I was washing my mouth out in the sink, catching water in
my cupped hands.

"Did you like those people?" Sarah went into one of the stalls.

"I don't know. I guess so." I shrugged at myself in the mirror.
"Did you?"

"Yeah." Sarah answered from nowhere, like disembodied voice
echoing around me. "You think they'll adopt you?"

That was just what I didn't want to think about and Sarah knew
better. I wondered if she was trying to hurt me, I mean they must
have been comparing us, me and Sarah, maybe just with each other,
maybe with some other girls we didn't know. I didn't answer; I
just listened to Sarah pee and looked at myself in the mirror.

"Kimmie's gonna get adopted." Sarah said, flushing the toilet and
opening the stall door. "I bet you a dollar."

"You better not say that to her." I said, frowning and then I
caught myself when I saw the look on Sarah's face. "You don't
have a dollar anyway."

"I know, but someday…" She shrugged.

"Yeah someday." I smiled at her and all was forgiven. We'd
probably never see Bill and Rita ever again, but we'd see each
other everyday, so it wasn't going to do anything being mad or
jealous or whatever.

"I gotta do homework." Sarah told me. "You wanna come to my
room?"

"Yeah, I got homework too." I nodded.

Even though we were orphans we still had to go to school. The
girls went to St. Agnes, which was just up the street. It was a
private school, but they took us for free I think and sometimes
it was okay, but mostly we stayed by ourselves. We weren't really
like the other kids, the ones who went home everyday and
complained about their parents and brothers and sisters. I had
some friends, some of the girls with families, but not very many.
It was like we talked different languages sometimes, but other
times it was alright.

Sarah was my best friend and she was almost 13, just about 6
months younger than me. She was pretty and very nice, except she
said dumb things sometimes. But that was just because she hadn't
been an orphan very long. Just since she was 7 and so she'd
really had to grow up fast. I'd been an orphan since I was 4 and
I remembered having a mom, sort of, but I didn't remember my dad
at all. Maybe I didn't ever have one, I wasn't sure and Mrs.
Elgin wouldn't tell me. But I didn't ask very often either.

I did my math homework, algebra, and I kind of liked it. I was
always good at math because it had a lot of rules. Once you knew
the rules you could do anything, figure out any problem. It was
as far away from life as anything could get, I figured, because
the only rule I knew for life was that there weren't any. You
just lived it and it happened and you even after something went
right or wrong, you couldn't know the reason. All the answers
were right and all the answers were wrong and I didn't even know
what the questions were. Math was a lot easier.

Sarah was doing her English, using her dictionary to look up
words and define them. Sometimes she'd cheat and ask me, but I
wasn't very good at English like that. My vocabulary has always
been a small one.

"What's stoic mean?" Sarah asked, she'd pronounced it 'stoyk' and
I shrugged.

"I don't know. Umm…a person who can't fall down?" I grinned
because I liked making up weird definitions that made no sense at
all.

"That's what you said turgid was." Sarah giggled. "And that meant
fancy or fat."

"So um, a turgid stoyk is a fancy person who is so fat he can't
fall over." I laughed.

"Like a weebles!" Sarah laughed too.

"Yeah it's a weebles, put that down." I nodded.

"I'm tired of writing all these stupid words. I never heard
anybody use these words. We should learn the other ones." Sarah
dropped her pencil.

"Like what? We know all the words we hear around here." I laughed
at her and she stuck her tongue out at me.

"I mean like the other words." Sara lowered her voice. "Like
fuck. What's that mean?"

"It's a swear word, it doesn't mean anything." I was speaking
softer too. Mrs. Elgin didn't care for swear words a whole lot.

"Then why's it bad?" Sarah asked me, like I knew about anything.

"Cause it's bad, I don't know, look it up." I shrugged.

"It's not in here, I looked." She gave me a crooked smile.

"Then it's probably not even a real word." I said, going back to
my math.

"Fuck fuck fuck…" Sarah leaned back on her bed, I was sitting on
the floor. "It's gotta be a real word, I heard it a lot."

"Yeah, me too." I said, sort of not thinking about it.

"I bet it means like sex, cause Karen said she saw her parents
fuck once."

"Maybe…" I had too many x's in my parenthesis.

"I wish I could see somebody fuck." Sarah sighed.

"I just wish I had parents." I said, without really thinking
about it.

"Hey." Sarah said and then said it again when I didn't look at
her right away. "Hey."

"What?" I still didn't look, I was almost done.

"You wanna do that stuff some more?" Sarah asked and then I did
look at her.

"We can't." I said. "It's the middle of the day."

"Yeah, but everybody's outside anyway." Sarah licked her lips.
"Please? Just a little?"

She was really pretty sitting there, still wearing her pink
dress. Neither of us had changed clothes. We'd just kicked off
our shoes and Sarah still had her socks on, little white ankle
socks with lace around the tops. She had blonde hair, kind of
wavy, not straight, so the ends curled a little. She just wore it
loose on her shoulders. Sarah had got her first period about a
year before and her boobs were growing too, but real slowly. She
just had puffy nipples mostly and they must have been trying to
grow right then because I could see them poking underneath her
dress.

"Tonight, okay? I'll sneak out and…"

"No, come on…" Sarah was smiling the way she did when she really
wanted me to do something. We'd been best friends for almost 5
years so it wasn't hard.

"Okay, just a little." I looked at the door. We couldn't lock it
or anything, but it was a nice day outside and almost all the
kids were playing in the courtyard behind the orphanage.

We'd started doing this stuff just recently, and mostly it was
just kissing and hugging and stuff. I don't know how exactly, or
even why. We were just friends and we spent a lot of time
together, so maybe everyone did it. What started as innocent
touching turned into something that felt good, and because it
felt good we wanted to do it more, even though maybe we
shouldn't. I couldn't pick a day and say this was when we hugged
for the first time, or this is when I kissed Sarah. It just
seemed like we'd always been doing it.

I got up and onto the bed, Sarah tossing her books on the floor
with a soft thump and making room for me to lie down next to her.
It was nice like that, just holding her. I imagined sometimes
that this was what a family must be like, just a soft bed and
someone who loved you being close. I put my arms around her and
she nestled against me, smiling into my face with her bottle
green eyes.

We didn't kiss or anything, not at first, we just hugged, lying
on our sides. I moved my hands along her back, the same way she
was doing to me, feeling each other through our pretty dresses. I
could feel her warm breath on my face, we were so close, our
noses were almost touching. My boobs felt swollen, like my dress
was too small all of a sudden and my nipples hurt a little,
feeling cold and then hot and sometimes both. They were trying to
grow, the same way they always did when I was holding Sarah like
that.

"Stacy…" Sarah whispered and she just wanted to hear my name I
think.

"Sarah." I smiled at her and shifted my hips a little, moving one
of my legs between hers. She opened her thighs for me, dropping
her foot behind my calf and I felt her hand going lower, just to
the top of my butt.

I did the same thing and we were giggling softly, pulling each
other's hips and tummies closer. I thought I could feel her puffy
pink nipples through our dresses, pressing against mine and I
wished we were naked, even though we'd never really been naked
like this before. We'd always worn clothes, or at least our
nightgowns and panties. It made me nervous and hot inside to
think about what naked might be like.

Sarah kissed me, or maybe I kissed her, it didn't matter. Her
lips were soft, like small tiny pillows and dry on the outside,
but inside she was moist and sweet. We'd learned French kissing
together, but we weren't really good at it, and it tickled
sometimes, making us laugh. But I didn't mind. Other times it was
nice and something about the way the tip of Sarah's tongue would
touch me inside always made me shiver. She'd touch the roof of my
mouth, or inside my cheeks sometimes, and when she found a spot
that I liked I'd try to remember it so I could do it to her too.

I liked the way her teeth felt and I would run my tongue along
them, feeling Sarah hard and sharp before pushing my tongue
deeper. We looked at each other when we kissed, sometimes, and
that would make us smile. Mostly I closed my eyes though and I
think Sarah did too. I reached down as far as I could, feeling
her soft round butt through the pleats in her dress, rubbing her
body, pulling Sarah against me as I pushed my leg against her a
little. She liked that, riding my thigh like it was a bicycle or
maybe a horse, because she would start to move.

Sarah was making soft sounds, the way she did sometimes, and her
hips were moving faster. I kissed her more then, never wanting to
stop and I could feel her fingers pulling at my dress, lifting it
up to bunch up in the small of my back. The air was cool on my
thighs, my skin flushed and hot. Her fingers played along the
waistband of my panties, sliding underneath and making me move my
own hips. I found her leg with my body, with the place between my
thighs, and I was rubbing myself against her, the same way she
was rubbing on me.

"Is…this fucking?" Sarah asked me and she was breathing hard and
smiling. Her face was red and her eyes were wide.

"I think so…" I licked my lips. I didn't know what it was.
Sometimes we did this, but just a little, this time it was a lot
and I was panting for air.

"I want to fuck with you." Sarah was saying and hearing those
words from her soft lips was exciting to me for some reason.

"Me too." I nodded, gasping then as Sarah's hand went further,
she was rubbing my butt, her hand inside my panties completely.
"I want to fuck with you too."

We weren't kissing then, just breathing hard and our hips were
moving together, just rocking and grinding sometimes, making us
moan or catch our breath with sharp exhales and hard swallows. I
felt a throbbing between my legs, like nothing I'd ever felt
before. It almost hurt, but it didn't, it was just a good
feeling. I was warm all over, but especially down there, and wet
too suddenly. I hadn't realized it, but now I could feel myself
like I'd wet myself, just a little. Not very much at all, but it
wasn't pee either, I knew that.

And then I could feel Sarah's panty covered crotch against my
bare thigh, our skirts had ridden up, slowly but surely, and I
could feel her damp and so hot it was like a furnace against my
skin. She was wet too, just like me, and her eyes were shining
and wet I think, but not like she was crying.

"I…I feel funny, Stacy…" She told me, and her face was changing,
looking happy and worried all at the same time. She was
frightened a little, I thought, and so was I.

"Me too…I feel it down there…" I whispered.

We couldn't stop, whatever it was we were doing, it wasn't
letting us stop at all. My body was moving by itself, rubbing and
I squeezed Sarah's butt hard, pulling her against me. I wanted to
be as close as possible, or even closer than that. I wanted to be
inside her somehow, to share what I was feeling with her, and
know what she was feeling too. I moved a little more, sliding my
hips up along her leg, forcing her crotch further along mine, so
that the centers of our pleasure were closer. I wanted to feel
it, that heat between her legs against mine.

"More…" Stacy swallowed thickly, nodding, and her cheeks were
burning red, her eyes glazed. She knew what I was doing and I
think she wanted it too.

I moved until I felt it, until I was almost completely turned,
our legs scissored so that the crotch of my panty was against
hers, our long dresses covering part of us, and pushed up in
other places, wrinkled and disheveled. We moved together, just
rubbing our panties together, our immature sexes protected and
frustrated. It was hot, incredibly warm down there, and the fire
seeped through my tummy, into my lungs and heart. My blood seemed
to burn with it and I had to close my eyes, fighting to breath.

Sarah held my leg tightly, pulling me as she pressed herself
down, rocking her hips, rolling her butt and grinding her sex
against mine. I was doing the same thing, unable to do anything
else. It had never been like this before and it was fucking, I
was sure. We were fucking and it was nice and confusing and I
felt like balloons were filling me inside, my body being pushed
from the inside out.

"Ohhh…oh ahhh…" Sarah was crying out and I felt her body jerking
suddenly, just as my own began to spasm. It was like a fist was
grabbing me between the legs, the softest, most gentle fist you
can imagine, made of fire and water, grabbing me right there
inside and shaking me. I couldn't think, or talk, or do anything
except close my eyes and hold onto Sarah until it passed. I felt
wetness spreading, like I'd peed myself, but I hadn't. Sarah too
was wet and I knew she was feeling the same thing. My thighs were
wet, as were hers and it was only after several long minutes that
our bodies could stop moving.

I was tingling all over, but especially down there, and I didn't
want to move. I just laid there on the bed, stroking Sarah
slowly, feeling her body, her wet panty covered sex, still
pressed to mine. I didn't know what had happened. I'd felt good
before, but never like that, never in my life. I had strange
thoughts that maybe we'd done something wrong, like broken
something down there, between our legs. Or maybe I'd got my
period suddenly and that thought made me blink. Could fucking
make you have your period? I sat up, almost afraid to look, and I
moved our dresses out of the way.

Sarah's smooth white thighs were wet and so were mine. We'd made
a lot of water or whatever it was. But it wasn't pee and it
wasn't our periods or anything. It was just wet. Sarah's white
panties were socked through and pulled tight against her so I
could see the outline of her puffy sex. Mine were the same way,
my sex all swollen and the cotton of my panties so tight I could
see my slit.

Sarah sat up too, looking down at us and then at me. She was
smiling but her eyes were wet, her flushed cheeks glistening with
tears.

"Are you okay?" I asked, worried suddenly that I'd hurt her
maybe.

"Yeah." She smiled and blinked at me. "It felt really good, I
don't know why I was crying."

"Yeah." I nodded. We moved slowly, getting ourselves
disentangled. "I'm really wet."

"I thought you peed on me." Sarah giggled. "But it was like I was
doing it too."

I giggled too and then laughed and we just laid down together,
looking at the ceiling and holding hands.

"That was fucking, right Stacy?" Sarah asked.

"I think so." I licked my lips.

"Okay." She sighed. "I bet getting adopted feels just like that."

"Yeah." I closed my eyes, thinking maybe she was right.

"Hey, Stacy." Sarah whispered a few minutes later.

"What?" I turned my head to see her looking at me.

"You wanna adopt me again?" She giggled, squeezing my hand.

"Yeah." I giggled too. "You wanna adopt me some more?"

"Uh huh…Shiny faces!" Sarah imitated Mrs. Elgin softly.

I just turned to look at her, biting my lip and thinking it
wasn't so hard…not wanting it. As long as I had Sarah.

End
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