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Note: Mixed Bag is a compilation of stories by Rachael Ross and
contains a Foreword and 65 chapters. It is being posted to ASSM
largely in sequence. See MB00 for a table of contents. All stories
copyrighted 2008 Rachael Ross all rights reserved. rache696@yahoo.com
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blog http://anarchyforbeginners.blogspot.com/ for additional
information. Thanks. -rr


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Mixed Bag - Chapter Fifty Nine



A Girl and Her Robot - Chapter Two

by rache


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Story Codes: f, Masturbation, Science Fiction, Fantasy

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    I was jilling off in the shower the next morning. I usually don't.
I mean, I probably sound like a total sex fiend or something, but I
couldn't help it. That night I'd fallen asleep naked and hot and wet,
and then all I'd been doing was dreaming about Theresa's stupid robot
jerking off. I don't remember all the details or anything, but it was
a pretty good dream. Like three or four different ones, really, and so
I'd woken up hot, wet, and sticky.

    I hoped I hadn't cum in my sleep, but I probably did and that
sorta bummed me out because I wanted to feel my first orgasm, you
know? Or maybe I didn't. It would wake a girl up if she was cumming, I
bet. If it was as good as Theresa said it was. Boys cum in their sleep
sometimes though, I heard of that before. Janey Thompson told
everybody about her brother and he's always shooting off in his sleep,
but they're twins and they sleep together in the same bed, so...Theresa
thinks he's probably just jerking off on Janey while she's sleeping
and he just pretends it's an accident. Janey is pretty cute, just like
her brother, Eric. I like him a lot.

    My mind went from Theresa and her robot, and how big and hard
Berto Boy!'s cock was, to my body and how good it felt under the hot
water, rubbing soapy hands all over my plump little pussy. How good it
felt rubbing my boobs too, my nipples especially cause they hurt! I
swear, when they're hard too long, and all night was definitely too
long, my nipples get painful. The only way to make them better is to
hurt them back, sorta, like pinch them hard. So I was doing that with
one hand and washing my butt with the other.

    Theresa had told me about wanting to get her butt licked and I'd
dreamed about that too, except in my dream it had been her licking my
butt and not her robot at all. I didn't think I was a lesbian or
anything, but for some reason, the idea of my best friend licking my
asshole was really cool for me! Weird, yeah, and I was pushing my
middle finger inside my fourteen year old butt hard, kinda arching my
back and thinking, 'Oh yeah, Treece! Fuck my butt with your tongue!'

    And my orgasm was so close I thought I was almost gonna get there.
I mean, my baby clit was ready to pop any second. My nipples were
flashing hot and cold and my hand was all over them. My tight little
butt was sucking on my finger, I swear, and that felt great! I was
hitting all the buttons and maybe, just maybe the whirling in my tummy
was going to explode all out of my pussy. But then I realized I wasn't
alone and that totally ruined it.

    "Oh! Sorry!" my dad said and he was standing in his boxers, like
just on the other side of the glass shower door, the clear one that
didn't hide anything at all, watching me.

    "Wha...What?" I could barely breathe and I opened my eyes, sorta
frozen like an obscene statue.

    "I didn't know you were in here," he said, sounding strangely
normal, given the situation.

    "Oh God!" I pulled my finger out of my butt with a soft wet plop
and let go of my left breast, which I'd been squeezing kinda hard.

    "I thought you were your mom at first," Daddy told me and he
wasn't leaving! What was wrong with him?

    "Go away!" I yelled, or screeched kinda, and I turned around,
mostly just showing him my ass.

    "Yeah...oh!" he more or less came to his senses then, thank God.

    I was looking over my shoulder and I could see my dad's cock had
gotten hard. It was poking right out of his boxers, you know, the fly
part that should have been buttoned closed, but wasn't. It was dark
and swollen and I tried not to want to see it, but I couldn't help it
and Daddy didn't cover it up or anything! He just turned around and
walked out of the bathroom slowly.

    My mood was pretty much ruined then, as you can imagine. He
thought I was my mom? What? Before he'd come into the bathroom, or
after he'd watched me for five minutes, because he could have. Daddy
could have been standing there for ten minutes, probably, jerking off
while he watched me getting jilling off. Both of us in the bathroom,
separated by a thin sheet of glass, playing with ourselves. Father and
daughter. And...Wow! That was sick!

    I felt my pussy burning, but I'd had enough for one morning and
the water was turning cold anyway. I'd done my job and used up all the
hot water. Now it was time to get dressed in clothes that Mom would
make me change; just so I could wear the clothes I really wanted to.
Then I'd go back downstairs and complain about breakfast and do my
homework at the absolute last possible second. My parents would either
ignore me or try and teach me the wisdom of being a good girl and
doing my homework before bed, and I'd definitely ignore them because I
was only sort of a good girl and we all knew it.

    And that was pretty much my morning routine. It sucks, huh?
Welcome to my life.

    "Kimberly, you are not wearing that outfit to school," Mom said
after one long look up and down.

    "Where did that come from?" Dad wondered and he looked me all over
slowly too.

    "Whatever," I sighed, kinda stomping back upstairs to my room.

    I took off my small denim jacket and then the too tight red bikini
top I'd worn beneath it, and then the red mini-skirt that hadn't
always been a mini-skirt. It had been a real skirt two years before,
but I'd grown a lot taller since then, but not much more in the hips.
I kicked off my high heels, the black ones, and they were only two
inch heels and the only pair I owned, but I never got to wear them.

    That outfit woulda got me pregnant probably and I woulda died if I
actually had to leave the house like that, but I could always depend
on Mom.

    I put on the clothes I really wanted to wear. A pair of baggy pink
painter pants, so loose they were gonna fall down any second, but that
was sorta the point. Guys were supposed to see my baby blue underwear,
but Mom wouldn't understand that, so I put on a belt and cinched it
tight. I could always take it off later and throw it in my book bag. A
nice ribbed halter top, the same color as my underwear, and it was
brand new and fit me good. It really made my tits stand out and the
straps were just strings, so everybody would know I wasn't wearing a
bra.

    Wearing a bra was so bad! None of the cool girls wore one and so
none of the other girls did either, except the really geeky girls, you
know. They weren't ever gonna be cool. Some blue sneakers on my feet,
the ones with the yellow laces, and I was ready!

    "That looks...better," Mom decided, but only reluctantly. If I'd
come down wearing these clothes first? She'd have had me change into
something else.

    "Ah," Dad smiled. "That's nice, Kimberly."

    "What are you doing?" Mom frowned, pouring me some juice.

    "Homework," I shrugged, opening my math book and seriously wishing
I had a robot!

    "What were you doing last night?" Daddy asked, suggesting
obviously that whatever it had been, it should have been something
else.

    "Sulking," Mom answered when I didn't and life was pretty normal.

    "Have you thought about that party?" Dad ventured.

    "The auction thing?" I looked up and he nodded. "Yeah, I thought
about it."

    "Move that over," Mom said, standing there with a bowl of oatmeal
for me, or something. "You need to eat breakfast."

    "And?" Dad turned another page in his newspaper impatiently.

    "If I go it'll help you get a new job, right?" I asked him.

    "Maybe," he shrugged. "There's more to it than that, but..."

    "But it'll help, dear," Mom told me. "Family is important to your
father's company, you know that."

    God! Did I know that! I went to all the stupid Christmas parties,
all the dumb Fourth of July picnics. I went there every year since I
could remember for Father-Daughter day. I sold Girl Camp Cookies to
all the people in Dad's office every single year. It was like my life
revolved around that stupid job of his!

    "Well, um, I was thinking if Daddy got a big raise," I smiled
prettily and twisted some long blonde hair in my fingers, "then maybe
he could buy me that robot."

    "A robot?" my mom frowned.

    "A robot?" my dad narrowed his eyes.

    "A robot," I agreed happily. "Like the one I really, really wanted
for my birthday, remember?"

    "A fourteen year old girl doesn't need a robot," Mom decided.

    "You did?" Daddy frowned, remembering the stupid doll he'd gotten
me.

    "All my friends have one!" I gave my mom a little pout. "Theresa
loves hers! He's like her best friend now!"

    "And I suppose if all your friends jumped off a bridge..." Mom
started and I rolled my eyes.

    "Mom!" I stared at her, not believing she'd pull that old argument
out of her hat.

    "Well, I think maybe..." Daddy said slowly and that jerked my baby
blue eyes around hard!

    "Greg!" Mom was blinking at him with some surprise as well.

    "I don't see what's wrong with getting Kimberly a robot," Daddy
said and he was my instant hero!

    "Really?" I squealed! "Oh! Thank you Daddy!

    "Uh...Oh! Yeah...Um..." he didn't know what to do as I was suddenly
trying to crawl onto his lap, nearly spilling everything on Mom's
breakfast table.

    "You're the best Daddy in the world! I love you so much!" I told
him, wrapping my arms around his neck and kissing his freshly shaved
cheeks.

    "Kimberly!" Mom said loudly, but I was ignoring her totally.

    "I can't wait to tell all my friends!" I sorta turned myself
around, squeezing my thin body between the table and Daddy's suit,
thrusting my tits against his chest and squirming my butt eagerly on
his lap.

    I wasn't really trying to, you know, like dry fuck my dad! That
would be sorta sick. But that was pretty much what I was doing in my
excitement, like maybe it's just instinctive or something. When a girl
with super raging hormones gets what she most wants in the whole
world, well, it made me quiver and tingle and throb all over! I had to
rub myself against something!

    Daddy didn't seem to mind anyway. He was hugging me right back and
smiling like he'd just won the World Series or something, all by
himself. I could feel something hard and lumpy rubbing the crotch of
my painter pants too, cause my legs were spread wide around my Dad's
waist and my pussy burned like you wouldn't believe! Honestly, for
just a second there, I almost thought I was cumming!

    "Kimberly! Get off your father!" Mom told me.

    "I love you too, baby," Daddy was rubbing my back and sorta
wriggling himself and he even kissed me! Just a little one, but right
on the lips and then he had to push me away cause Mom was about to
divorce us probably.

    "Oh! That's so cool! I'm gonna pick one out! Oh God! Daddy! You're
the best! I'll be the best date anybody ever bought! I swear!"

    I was talking a mile a minute, not even taking a breath as I
gathered my books and stuffed them in my bag. If I stopped talking,
Mom would start and if anything could change my daddy's mind, it was
my mom. She'd had like fifteen years to perfect the technique, you
know? So I was just going on about how he was the best dad ever and I
was so lucky and I was gonna make him so proud of me!

    You get the idea.

    "It worked!" I told Theresa the very second I saw her at school.

    "What?" she grinned at me as we stood outside our homeroom class.

    "My dad's gonna get me a robot!" I jumped up and down, sorta
pumping my fists and people were staring at me, but I didn't care.

    "Cool," she nodded. "Did you deal with him?"

    "Yeah, I asked him, you know, if he got the promotion cause I
helped if he'd buy me a robot," I explained a little breathlessly.
"And he said yeah!"

    "You gotta get a good one," Theresa told me. "Don't let him pick
it out!"

    "Oh, I know...Hey Eric," I stopped bouncing suddenly, and stood up
straighter, pushing my little boobs out and acting like there was
nothing special going on at all.

    "Hey Kimmy," he smiled at me, slipping past to go into the
classroom.

    I just watched him for a second, like sighing softly and feeling
my tummy getting stroked on the inside by a really soft feather. Eric
looked just like Janey, except he was a boy, but they both had blonde
hair, like platinum blonde, almost white, and bright blue eyes, and
cute faces. Eric was a little taller, a little thicker than his
sister, obviously, with some muscles too. Janey was kinda willowy,
like she was made out of moonlight and the girl would blow away if she
wasn't careful.

    "Hi Janey," I smiled at her and Janey smiled back, we got along
okay, except we weren't like totally friends or anything.

    "Hi Kim. Cool top," she said and I felt my face turn a little pink
cause I realized my nipples were pretty obvious underneath my baby
blue halter.

    "Thanks," I said, ignoring my blush and just watching her. Janey
had a pretty nice butt; I'd lick it if she asked me to. Maybe.

    "You're so queer!" Theresa giggled a second later, after Janey was
inside the classroom.

    "I can't help it," I shrugged and then I got all excited again.
"Anyways! You gotta help me pick out a cool robot, okay? Cause like my
dad will totally screw it up!"

    "Duh!" Theresa giggled and then the bell was ringing so we had to
go find our seats.

    "Did you ask your mom if you can sleep over Friday?" Theresa asked
me as we walked from homeroom towards the girl's bathroom.

    "I forgot," I frowned. "Hey, let me copy your math real quick."

    "When's the party thing you gotta go to?" Theresa was checking her
face out in the mirror while I copied her algebra on the sinks.

    "I dunno," I said. "Is this a seven or a one? I thought you said
your robot did your homework?"

    "Um...Seven, I think," she looked over my shoulder. "He did do it."

    "This is your handwriting though," I said, copying quickly and
Theresa had the worst chicken scratch writing you ever saw. It was
unmistakably hers.

    "Well, duh! He copies my handwriting, like it's a writing
recognition thing, or whatever," Theresa shrugged. "I'd get busted
otherwise."

    "How'd you do that?" I wondered.

    "Just write like fifty words and he copies them and then presto!
He writes just like me," she laughed. "Robots are way, way cool!"

    "God! I can't wait!" I sighed and then I was writing as fast as I
could cause the second bell was ringing.

    "I saw my dad's dick this morning," I giggled as we walked from
math to English.

    "Really?" Theresa looked at me and bit her lip.

    I only told her cause I knew she was hot for my dad. She called
him a Dildo, which had sorta bothered me until she explained it meant
he was a "Daddy I'd Love to Do Over and over" which sounded kinda
dumb, actually. But nobody said fourteen year old girls were very
bright, and she'd been thirteen when she'd said it, so that was like
even dumber.

    "Yeah, he was like jerking off while I was in the shower," I said.
"I didn't even know he was there for about five minutes or something."

    "God! Your dad is hot!" she sighed. "Was his dick big?"

    "I dunno," I shrugged. "It was hard, I'll tell you that!"

    "You shoulda invited him in!" Theresa giggled. "Let him wash your
back."

    "Gross!" I rolled my eyes at her.

    "What?" Theresa made a face. "I was reading Seventeen and it said
like half of all the girls in America want to fuck their dads."

    "No way!" I said.

    "Yeah way!" Theresa insisted. "It was a survey! And like half of
those girls? They really did fuck their dads at least once."

    "Really?" I pursed my lips.

    "Yep," Theresa nodded. "You should think about it."

    "Did you fuck your dad?" I asked her, knowing she didn't, but I
wanted to make a point.

    "My real dad?" she stared at me as we reached the classroom. "Now
that's gross!"

    "Heh!" I grinned at her cause her dad had a big old beer belly and
bad teeth, but he wasn't her real dad anyway. Theresa's mom had been
married like five times or something, I couldn't keep track. Theresa's
daddy was like husband number two, which is what Theresa's mom called
him, because number two is, well, you know...

    "You don't think that party is Friday night, do you?" Theresa
asked me and that made me frown.

    "Oh God! I hope not," I swallowed hard. "I wanna go to your
house!"

    "No doubt," Theresa agreed. "I told Berto Boy! he'd better make
extra sperm just for you!"

    "You did?" I smiled at that.

    "Oh yeah!" Theresa said. "That stuff's great!"

    "Isn't it sorta gross though?" I wondered.

    "No way," Theresa shook her head. "It feels kinda funny, sorta
like snot kinda, but it's not that bad."

    "What's it taste like?" I asked her and we were walking slowly
towards our civics class.

    "Salty, mostly," Theresa decided. "Kinda bitter-sweet too, like I
dunno, tangy butter with a little sugar in it."

    "What?" I laughed at her. "I can't even imagine that!"

    "Sorry," she shrugged. "You just have to try it, then you'll
know."

    "I guess so," I nodded.

    "Anyway, it's really good for you," Theresa told me. "I was
reading this thing in Cosmo and it said an all sperm diet will make
your tits like two cups bigger than they'd be if you just ate potato
chips!"

    "Really?" I blinked at her.

    "Yeah," she said. "A doctor in France said so!"

    "Wow," I swallowed hard and looked down and I had A-cups, like
barely A-cups. I looked at Theresa and she had B-cups, healthy ones
too. I knew because we'd shopped for bras together, even though I
hadn't wanted to, but Treece wanted to show off when she bought a
bigger bra than mine.

    "See?" she giggled, knowing I was comparing her tits to mine. "I
drink it everyday now."

    "Shoot," I frowned. "I want some sperm too!"

    "You do?" Eric had snuck up on me, him and Janey both.

    "I know where you can get some," Janey smiled at me and her eyes
darted towards her brother for a split second and then back to mine.

    "Uh..." I laughed and turned red and stuck out my tongue. Then the
bell was ringing and I didn't have to say anything else really stupid.

    "You think they fuck each other?" I asked Theresa after civics and
on our way to the cafeteria for lunch.

    "Well, yeah!" she snorted. "Everybody knows that!"

    "Yeah, but everybody knows a lot of stuff that isn't true," I
said.

    "Ask them," Theresa said and she knew I was like totally in love
with them and neither of us really knew why.

    "No way!" I giggled nervously.

    We were like a dozen feet behind Eric and Janey, and from behind
it was really hard to tell them apart. Except Eric had sort of a
wider, boyish build and Janey was thin and definitely girlish. So
yeah, you could tell them apart, but probably I just didn't want to.
It was so weird and I knew it, which just made it worse, and they knew
it too, which made it even worse than that!

    Eric and Janey teased me a lot, but in a nice way, like how Janey
would look over her shoulder and smile at me, just to make sure I was
following them like a lost puppy. Then she would whisper something to
her brother and Eric would nod and then he'd turn his head and smile
at me too! We did that all the way to the cafeteria and I felt my head
buzzing like that time I'd smoked a little pot with Theresa and her
dad, the fat minister one. It had made me hot all over and really
hungry.

    "So...What are you gonna get?" Theresa asked me after we'd gotten
our lunches and sat down.

    It was beanie weenie casserole today, which I totally puked on, so
I just got some crackers and a lot of salad. Our school had a great
salad bar and nobody ever used it hardly, except the cheerleaders and
they sorta gave me dirty looks for eating their lettuce. Bitches. I
wasn't a cheerleader, since I was just fourteen, and probably someday
I'd be one, I secretly hoped, but until I was...I hated them! They were
like stuck-up prima donnas mostly.

    "Huh?" I looked at Theresa and she had her little pink Engine out,
which is really NGN of course, and that's just short for Net Girl
Nano.

    There's a Net Boy Nano too, which is about the same thing except
it comes in boy colors like black and blue. But NBN doesn't sound like
anything cool, so they didn't sell very many of them, I guess. They
changed the name to Net Gear Nano, so now they're called Engines too
and they sell a lot of them, but everybody knows Engines are really
for girls and boys just call theirs Gears mostly. The world is so
weird sometimes.

    "Let's check Dell," Theresa suggested.

    She was surfing the net as Galxy*Grrl, and how she got a cool nick
like that, I have no idea. I think her mom bought it for her birthday
or something. My nick was gimi.kimi and it was okay, considering my
first fifty choices had been taken. I'd only been like nine at the
time anyway, so, you know. I kept thinking I'd change it, but I never
did. Too many people knew me by that name now and changing all my
accounts and stuff would suck.

    "Is that where you got your robot?" I asked and she nodded.

    "Oh wait! I got mail...Ah! Look!" Theresa giggled.

    I leaned over, chewing my salad slowly as a tiny postage stamp
window opened. My friend enlarged it so that the vidclip filled the
whole screen, all six inches square of it, and I could see some guy's
dick spurting cum all over the screen. I swallowed hard, tasting that
ranch dressing I liked so much sliding down my throat.

    "That's from the guy who gave me the passwords!" Theresa giggled.
"God! He sends me email everyday!"

    "He does?" I watched as Theresa played the clip again and the
guy's dick wasn't huge or anything, but he was spraying right onto his
camera, you know?

    "He's in love with me," Theresa nodded. "It's pretty sweet, huh?"

    "Kinda psycho," I decided.

    "Yeah, that too," she shrugged and closed the video and then her
email. "Let's see...Dell...You wanna customize your bot, believe me! This
is so fun!"

    It was fun, seriously, and we ate slowly while we built the most
awesome custom robot you can imagine!

    "You gotta have the Advanced Dermal Coating," Theresa said,
"Definitely! What do you want, um...Caucasian, African, Asian, oh! They
got Middle Eastern and Mediterranean, that's what Berto Boy! is."

    "Ummm...Middle Eastern," I decided, cause that caramel skin was hot!

    "Yeah, nice," Theresa agreed. "You should make him blonde!
Wouldn't that be awesome?"

    "Blonde?" I sorta bobbled my head.

    "Let's see what it looks like...Oh! Check it out! A blonde Persian
guy!" Theresa giggled. "Long hair though, that's what he needs, kinda
curly at the ends."

    "Wavy," I decided and Theresa nodded, checking the little box and
it did look cool.

    "Is there cock options?" I asked her.

    "You're in a hurry, huh?" Theresa giggled. "No, they don't do
that, but it's standard equipment anyway."

    "It is?" I grinned.

    "Yeah, course it is!" she dragged her finger down the screen.
"See? Right there...All genitalia is standardized to conform with
REC08277 and provided by the manufacturer with parental locks enabled.
Dell assumes no liability for blah blah blah"

    "What's that mean?" I wondered.

    "It means he's gonna have an eight and half inch dick, but you
gotta hack it if you wanna play with it!" Theresa said. "Unless you
can get your mom and dad to unlock it."

    "Yeah right," I laughed at that idea.

    "Don't worry," Theresa said. "He's gonna have a nice dick!"

    "Okay," I agreed.

    "Let's see, you gotta have the NexGen Mindscape AI Node, with the
Quad Series Octium V Processor and, oh! We need that Brainstorm
Enhanced Neural OptiNet thingy." Theresa was going down the list
checking boxes for all the newest, bestest stuff. "Four Terabytes of .
001ns FTL Relativity RAM and, hmmm...You want all the multimedia stuff?"

    "Ummm..." I shrugged.

    "Yeah, you do!" she laughed, checking boxes. "Preinstalled
software, all of it. I heard the World Library includes the Kama
Sutra."

    "It does?" I had no idea what that was.

    "Oh yeah! With pictures and everything, but they don't tell
anybody," Theresa laughed. "It's an Easter Egg the programmer put in,
I saw it on a bot Tips 'n Tricks site!"

    "Oh," I smiled agreeably. Theresa was such a geek! But she was
still cool cause she acted like she wasn't, except when she got
excited.

    "Gotta have ten zigagigs of hard drive, some serious McAfee
Inoculation ProBot Edition, Windows Fire Escape, blah blah blah..." she
hit the calculate button and we both sorta gasped. "Wow!"

    "Is that like...dollars?" I wondered. "Or Mexican pesos or what?"

    "Dollars," she nodded. "Eighty-six thousand of them."

    "And seven hundred twelve," I swallowed hard.

    "Free shipping though," Theresa giggled.

    "Man," I frowned.

    "Probably your dad won't get you this one," Theresa sighed. "Too
bad, he's pretty hot!"

    "How much was yours?" I wondered.

    "I dunno, like eight thousand maybe?" she shrugged. "This guy's
like as much as a car costs!"

    "Almost," I agreed and our lunch was almost over.

    "Maybe if we just got like 1 terabyte of ram..." Theresa pursed her
lips and the bell was ringing.

    "Maybe if we didn't get the titanium skeleton thingy," I said as I
stood up. "That was like ten grand right there!"

    "Yeah, but it's titanium!" Theresa grinned at me. "It says he can
lift eight tons!"

    "He's gonna do my homework," I laughed. "Not work on some asteroid
someplace."

    "And fuck the daylights out of you," Theresa told me. "Don't
forget that!"

    "Exactly!" I said. "So next time we gotta be serious."

    "Yeah, yeah," Theresa shrugged. "But it's fun to have fun, too."

    "Yeah," I nodded, cause that was pretty true.

    "You're getting a robot?" Michelle asked me, as she'd sorta fallen
in behind us while we were leaving.

    "Hey Shelly," Theresa said.

    "Hey Shell," I nodded. "Yeah, I think so."

    "Cool," she smiled and she was okay. "Amelia's pretty awesome.
What are you gonna get, a boy or a girl?"

    Amelia was the name of her robot and Theresa and I had known
Michelle since we were like five years old in kindergarten together.
We were friends with her, but not really close or anything. Shelly was
one of those quiet girls, introspective and probably a big brainiac.
She always sat in the front of the class and never raised her hand or
anything, but if the teacher called on her? She always knew the right
answer.

    "A boy, probably," I said. "What kind do you have?"

    "What kind?" Shelly gave me a funny look.

    "Like, where did you get it?" Theresa asked her, sorta rolling her
eyes.

    "Oh!" Shelly smiled then. "She was a kit, me and my mom put her
together."

    "You did?" I asked. "Was it hard?"

    "Kinda," Shelly shrugged. "We never did it before, but it was fun.
She's really awesome."

    "Does she have a dick?" Theresa asked and I gave my friend a nudge
so she'd be nice. "What? I'm just asking!"

    "Of course she doesn't," Shelly frowned. "But we're making another
one, a boy this time and he's gonna have one. Mom had to special order
it from Germany, those Krupp guys."

    "We have a Krupp coffee maker," I nodded, just so she'd know I
heard of them before. I hated feeling dumb and Shelly sorta did that
to me without even trying for some reason. At least I was prettier
than she was.

    "They make cocks too?" Theresa laughed. "Weird. How big is it?"

    "Thirty-one centimeters," Shelly said proudly.

    "How big is that in American?" I asked.

    "A foot," the girl giggled and flashed her dimples at me.

    "What? Like twelve inches?" Theresa stared at her and Shelly
nodded.

    "More than that, like twelve and a half, actually," she said.

    "No wonder you gotta special order it!" I grinned at her, but I
didn't know anything about dicks. I just wanted to sound cool.

    "Size isn't everything," Theresa sniffed, but Berto Boy!'s eight
and half inches didn't sound so huge all of a sudden and she knew it.

    "Yeah it is," Shelly said and then we were walking into the
classroom.

    "No it's not," Theresa whispered to me. "Her mom's just a slut."

    "Yeah," I agreed, just cause I knew that if I didn't, Theresa
wouldn't let it go. She'd be bitching all week.

    "You think she's gonna fuck her robot?" Theresa asked me and we
were in the bathroom between our science class and our art class.

    "Who?" I asked waiting for my pee to come out. "Shelly?"

    "Yeah," Theresa's voice echoed under the partition between our
stalls and then I heard her pee splashing in the water.

    "I dunno," I said as my own finally let loose in a little torrent.

    "There's no way she could take twelve inches," Theresa decided.
"Berto Boy! totally fills me up!"

    "He does?" I asked, leaning over and tying my left shoelace while
I was sitting there.

    "Oh yeah!" Theresa said. "You'll see. Wait til he fucks you."

    "Does it hurt?" I wondered.

    "What? You never did it?" Theresa asked and I laughed at her.

    "You know I never did it!" I said.

    "I thought you did!" she laughed too. "You said you liked that
boy, that whats-his-name last year at Girl Camp."

    "Ricky?" I narrowed my eyes and squeezed my bladder sorta, getting
the last bit out of me.

    "Yeah," Theresa agreed. "I thought you said you fucked him."

    "Nah," I said and looked around. "I wanted to, but we didn't. You
got any toilet paper?"

    "Uh...no," Theresa answered. "Do you?"

    "No," I frowned.

    "That sucks," Theresa was frowning too and I pulled up my panties
feeling my pussy all wet and that did suck. But I wasn't like totally
soaked, just...wet.

    "Yeah," I sighed. "Stupid school."

    "You shouldn't fuck a robot the first time," Meredith surprised me
and she was coming out of the stall on the other side of mine.

    "What?" I blinked at her, up at her, cause she was like sixteen
and one of those cheerleaders I hated.

    "Why?" Theresa asked and she didn't like cheerleaders either,
except she wanted to be one so bad she could taste it.

    "Cause," Meredith started washing her hands and she hadn't had any
toilet paper either, I bet. "The first time you oughta have a real
dick. It's supposed to be special, you know?"

    "Oh," I decided I'd wash my hands too, even though I mostly
forgot. Usually.

    "Especially if you still got your cherry," Meredith was looking at
my reflection in the mirror. "You still got yours, right?"

    "Yeah," I said. "I felt it before."

    "Well, you oughta get a real man to break it for you," she said.
"You don't want to walk around telling everybody some robot took your
virginity!"

    "I don't?" I swallowed hard and Meredith was looking pointedly at
Theresa's reflection. And my friend wasn't washing her hands, but just
sorta standing there all dark and frowning.

    "No way," Meredith returned her eyes to mine with a warm smile.
"That's like saying you did it with a dildo."

    "Shut-up!" Theresa said, finally having enough of the girl's talk.

    "I'm just saying, a man is like a thousand times better than a
robot," Meredith said. "Especially afterwards."

    "Afterwards?" I bit my bottom lip and she did seem to know what
she was talking about.

    "Yeah, you know," she said, "like when he's holding you and
kissing you? A robot's just gonna go recharge someplace, or start
doing laundry cause you guys got the sheets all wet."

    "Oh," I nodded at that.

    "But a man? A real one?" Meredith took a deep breath. "He's gonna
know how to make the pain go away."

    "He is not!" Theresa said.

    "Yeah he is," Meredith answered, but she was looking at me as she
dried her hands. "Not a boy either, I'm talking about a man. You
deserve it, right?"

    "Yeah," I said softly, feeling sorta confused more than anything
else.

    "Of course you do," Meredith said. "All girls do, so just...think
about it. Sex isn't just fucking some dick."

    "Okay," I said and I knew Theresa was gonna be seriously pissed at
me. "Thanks, um...Meredith."

    "Sure, Kimmy," she smiled and that was kinda nice. "See ya round,
huh?"

    "Yeah," I nodded, cause she seemed to mean it.

    "Don't listen to her," Theresa was saying and it was time for our
class. "Stupid Meredith! Like she would know anything. She doesn't
even have a robot I bet!"

    "I don't know," I shrugged, thinking maybe the girl had made a lot
of sense. It would be kinda nice to be loved, wouldn't it? Wasn't that
what the girl had been talking about?

    "And what's up with you anyway?" Theresa stared at me, pulling
some black hair out of her eyes and she was lit up inside, I could
tell.

    "Me?" I frowned at her. "Nothing!"

    "Like you're Meredith's best friend now?" Theresa said, accusing
me of something, but I didn't know what. Betraying her, I guess.

    "No!" I said. "I barely know her."

    "She knows you though, huh?" Theresa frowned too. "Probably a
dyke, I bet. Like she wants to fuck you herself."

    "No, come on," I rolled my eyes. "She just...I dunno, she was being
nice. What's wrong with that?"

    "Hmph," Theresa didn't answer and we had to sit down anyway.

    I knew what she was thinking though. First Shelly had told her
that Berto Boy! wasn't gonna be the biggest stud on the block, and
then Meredith was telling her that robots weren't even that good for
sex anyway. Or at least the after sex part, which Meredith seemed to
think was the most important part. And Theresa was all about her
robot, obviously. Like all she could talk about was Berto Boy! and how
good he fucked and stuff. My friend was feeling picked on and I felt
kinda bad for her.

    "Probably she wants her boyfriend to fuck you," Theresa said after
art class and it was time for gym, our last class of the day, so we
were going to the girl's locker room.

    "What?" I shook my head. "Meredith you mean? Let it go, already.
God, Theresa!"

    "Let it go?" my best friend pouted. "She wants something from
you."

    "I doubt it," I laughed, really wishing I could defuse the girl
somehow, but when Theresa got in a mood, it could be a real pain. "I
ain't got anything she would want. She doesn't even know I'm alive."

    "She was talking to you for half an hour," Theresa said. "Duh! Get
a clue, Kim!"

    "It was like two minutes in the bathroom," I said, "and so what?"

    "So!" Theresa rolled her eyes. "You don't know about girls like
her."

    "What? And you do?" I giggled. "She's a tenth grade cheerleader,
Treece."

    "Yeah," Theresa nodded. "A cheerleader, that's my point."

    "Yeah, well...um...so?" I laughed. "Cheerleaders suck, I get it."

    "They don't want to be anybody's friend unless it helps them
somehow," Theresa said. "And since you don't have anything she wants,
right? Why does she want to see you around, huh?"

    "God! You're so paranoid!" I shook my head and pushed open the
door to the locker room. "Maybe she took a happy pill or something.
Maybe Meredith is just really nice. How should I know?"

    "Just cause I'm paranoid, it doesn't mean I'm wrong," Theresa
said. "You wait. You'll see. Just don't come crying to me afterwards!"

    "After what?" I found my locker, right next to hers. "Can we talk
about something else for awhile?"

    "No," Theresa decided and that kinda set me off, cause I got a
long fuse when it comes to Theresa, but it ain't infinite!

    "Well, I ain't gonna listen anymore!" I grabbed my stuff out of my
locker, my shorts and my t-shirt, and slammed it closed. "When you
wanna be my friend again, come find me."

    "Kimmy..." she said, but I ignored her, going all the way down to
the end of the long bench, sitting between two other girls from our
class who just gave me funny looks.

    Of course, Theresa was going to be hard headed about it, and so
was I. So we didn't talk to each other during gym class, even though
we usually did. I made sure I paired up with another girl, Denise
Crawford, for sit-ups and stuff. Denise was okay and she liked to
talk, but mostly I was trying to ignore Theresa's looks as she was
paired up with Nellie Dobbins. And Theresa was trying to ignore me
too, but we both suck at that and so we just made frowny faces at each
other mostly.

    "I'm sorry," Theresa finally said as I had to go back to my locker
after class was over.

    "Me too," I said and we were both stripping down, getting ready
for our shower.

    Some girls took one, some girls didn't since it was the last class
and we could just go straight home and take a shower there. I always
had to take a shower though because I hated being all hot and sweaty
and putting my clean clothes back on. Theresa always took a shower
too, since we walked home together everyday and so she'd have to sit
and wait for me otherwise.

    But mostly I liked taking a shower just cause I liked seeing
Theresa naked, but I pretended like I couldn't care less. She didn't
like girls at all, not that way, not even me. I did though, but only
some of them and only sometimes, it was weird. Theresa figured I was
seriously queer and I didn't deny it at all, cause it was sorta cool
being a lesbian. Lots of girls figured I was and most of the boys too,
which just made them like me even more and that sorta baffled me a
bit.

    Anyway, I liked Theresa a lot and naked was nice. I'd never tried
anything, you know, but I liked to look and she let me. All I'd ever
done was look at other girls though, to tell the truth, and naturally
my favorite one was Janey, as if you couldn't tell. But she was in a
different gym class, which really sucked. I coulda looked at Janey
naked for like hours probably, except I'd only seen her naked once and
that was when we were both eleven.

    I still remembered her tiny pussy though. All pink and hairless
and soft, with a funny little curlicue of red flesh at the top of her
slit. I'd wanted to kiss it right then. Like get down on the floor at
the YWCA cause that's where it had been, and crawl like a dog and kiss
her pussy! It was the first sexual thought I'd ever had in my entire
life. The very first and it was the one I couldn't ever get completely
out of my head either. I saw her pussy everytime I closed my eyes.
Sometimes. At least when she was standing close to me.

    Of course it would look kinda different now probably, she might
even have some hair. Probably some puffy little lips too, since she
was fourteen like me. She'd have a little clit too and I tried to
imagine what it would taste like if I sucked on it. I'd never tasted
anyone's pussy though, except mine of course. And besides Janey, the
only other girl's pussy that I would really want to kiss was
Theresa's, but she would freak out probably if I tried anything like
that.

    So I just took showers with her everyday, rubbing my body all over
with soapy hands while my best friend stood three feet away and did
the same. It was very, very cool and way, way sucky! Probably that was
why I jilled off as soon as I got home from school usually. Cause of
that shower and seeing the girl I liked, one of them, rubbing her
pussy while I rubbed mine and knowing she wasn't even a little queer.
That didn't seem fair to me sometimes and I didn't really understand
Theresa's reluctance anyway. It wasn't gonna hurt her if I licked her
pussy, was it?

    Probably she thought I'd turn her into a lesbian or something.
What a drag and the worst part was that Theresa knew it and she'd
spread her legs just for me, like teasing me, and now that she wasn't
a virgin, she could shove a finger way up inside her and wriggle it
around. Two fingers after a minute or so, and then she'd pull them
out, all wet and glistening, and I knew it was just water mostly, but
still...

    "You're such a bitch," I frowned, turning away from Theresa and
her pussy covered fingers.

    "Sorry," she giggled and we had a really weird friendship.



To be continued...

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