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A Gift for God (ripe with possibilities)
copyright 2008 rachael ross all rights reserved: Adults Only: No codes
yet: safe for most:
"You guys are going to a party?" I looked between my mom and dad
suspiciously. "And you're asking me if I want to go too?"
"You like parties, don't you, Kimberly?" my dad smiled and the man
hadn't known what I liked since I was nine.
For my last birthday, my fourteenth, he'd given me some kind of Tickle-
Me-Cabbage-Patch-Barbie-Doll thing. I hadn't talked to him for a week
after that bad joke.
"I guess," I replied slowly. "What kinda party is it?"
"It's a fund raiser, Kim," mom smiled. "It'll be good for your daddy's
career if we all go."
"Daddy's career?" I hated both of those words, believe me.
I wasn't a little girl anymore, for one thing. I was a full grown
woman! Mostly. And my dad's so-called career had ruined my life more
often than not as it came well before anything I might have been doing
for his attention. He'd missed my first dance recital, my figure
skating contest when I'd won second place in the whole city, and my
first big school play. I'd been Juliet in 'Romeo and Juliet' and daddy
had been in Cleveland or someplace, making another dollar so we could
get a bigger, better microwave or something.
But he'd seen the video mom had made…Whoopee!
"See, my boss is taking a job with another company next month and his
boss," dad explained happily, "is going to decide who gets promoted."
"You're having a fund raiser to make money to bribe your boss?" I
asked, being deliberately silly, but it made more sense than what my
parents were saying.
"What?" dad narrowed his eyes and looked to my mom for help. He needed
a translator.
"Be nice, Kimberly," mom gave me a look and unlike my dad, she was
fluent in Kim Speak. "This party is important to one of the men your
father works for, and so it's important to us."
"It'll be fun," dad offered. "I promise. There's going to be dinner
and dancing, live music and games, I think."
"What's it for?" I wondered. "A charity thing?"
"Sickle Cell Anemia," dad said.
"Oh," I narrowed my eyes cause I'd heard of that just a couple weeks
before in my health class and for once I could show off a little.
"Your boss' boss is black?"
"Kim," mom said and I shrugged, like I was just asking, you know.
"As a matter of fact…" dad said.
"So what's the fund raising thing then? Charging to get in?" I asked,
because sometimes people just can't get to the point. Especially
parents.
"Oh!" mom smiled, but it was kinda forced, I thought. "What they're
going to do is have a little auction."
"An auction?" I stabbed at a potato, since we were having dinner.
"What? Like selling people?"
"Just for fun," dad said. "What they're doing is auctioning off
volunteers, single young women, and men too, I guess, to the highest
bidder and…"
"It's like a date," mom suggested. "You're old enough now, it'll be
fun to meet a boy and just have fun with him. Won't it?"
"Some boy is gonna pay for a date with me?" I stared at my mom. "I
asked you last month if I could go to the movies with Eric, remember?
You said no cause I'm too little!"
"Kim, that was different," mom took a tone of annoyance. "This Auction
Date is only for the evening, only at the party. Your father and I
will be there, so…"
"So you can watch me?" I asked. "So you can make sure I don't have any
fun?"
"Kimberly," dad sighed. "Your mom only wants what's best for you. We
both do."
"You're such a bunch of hypocrites," I shook my head. "God!"
"Kimberly," mom warned me.
"So I'm old enough to go on a date as long as it's good for dad's
career?" I snorted. "But if it's just to have some fun with my
friends, I gotta stay home?"
"Kimberly Rose! Get back here!" mom demanded, but I was already
halfway to my room and when I got there I slammed the door, just to
make sure they knew I was unhappy.
=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=
"What's wrong with you?" Theresa asked me five minutes later and I
told her.
"I hate my parents," I finished, laying on my bed and sorta propping
my EyePhod against my smallish boobs. They weren't good for much else
yet, really.
"That sounds totally weird," Theresa said and she was panting her
toenails, it looked like. Her phone was flat on her bed so I was kinda
looking up my friend's nose as she leaned over it.
"All they care about is my dad's stupid job," I frowned. "It's like
they want me to be a prostitute or something."
"Ha!" Theresa grinned. "That would be cool."
"Yeah," I grinned too. "Except they'd totally freak if a boy even
looked at me funny."
"But they're gonna sell you, right?" Theresa asked. "That auction
thing? How's that work?"
"I dunno," I said. "Like whoever buys me gets to sit with me all night
and tell me dumb jokes, probably. Dad said there's gonna be dancing
and a band and stuff, but who knows?"
"It sounds weird," she repeated and her dark hair had come loose and
she disappeared for a second as she leaned back to fix it. "But if
your dad gets that new job or whatever…"
"What?" I asked.
"He makes more money, right?" Theresa reappeared and now she juggled
her phone, making me a little sea sick. "Tell him to get you a robot
if you do it."
"What?" I made a face.
"Yeah, I swear," she said. "That's like how I get what I want. You
gotta make deals with them."
"He won't get me a robot!" I laughed. "I wanted one for my birthday
and he totally blew me off."
"It sucks to be you," Theresa giggled and I hated her sometimes, even
if she was my best friend. "I can't live without mine."
"What's your robot doing?" I asked.
"My homework," Theresa flipped her phone around so I could see him
sitting at her desk. "He did my algebra in like two minutes. Now he's
doing my English."
"He is?" I glanced at my own homework, still sitting untouched in my
book bag on the floor. "How'd you get him to do that?"
"I downloaded a homework hack," Theresa said, lowering her voice. "I
got even better ones too!"
"Like what?" I bit my lip.
"Like…You know," she stuck her tongue out at me, nodding slowly.
"No way!" I blinked at her and Theresa giggled.
"There's like this triple-x warez site for bots, they got all kinds of
weird stuff!" Theresa told me. "Melanie showed it to me, but you gotta
like have a password to get the cool downloads."
"A password?" I asked and I didn't know anything about robots or
computers or any of that junk. I hated my computer, she was a total
bitch.
"Or a credit card," Theresa nodded. "But you can go to chat rooms and
guys will give you passwords if you just talk to them and stuff."
"They will?" I shifted slightly and my phone fell down. "Sorry."
"You just gotta make sure the guy's serious," she said. "Most guys
don't have any passwords, so you gotta like hunt one down."
"Heh! Then what?" I asked. "Just ask him for his password?"
"Yeah, but you know, you gotta like flirt and kinda show him your tits
or whatever first," Theresa giggled and I stared at her.
"You showed some guy your tits?" I asked.
"Well, yeah!" she shrugged like it was no big deal. "Anyway, he just
wanted me to watch him jerk off mostly."
"What?" I gasped.
"What?" she scrunched up her nose. "You never seen a guy play with his
dick?"
"No!" I swallowed thickly.
"It's kinda fun," Theresa said. "But anyway, after that this guy gave
me the password, so I got some crazy bot hacks now!"
"Like what?" I wondered.
"Um…" Theresa looked off to the side for a second and then leaned
close to her phone and whispered, "He sucks my pussy now."
"What?" I bet my eyes bugged out of my head and Theresa laughed.
"I swear! He does it, like every night before I go to sleep!" she
nodded. "He's really good at it too."
"You liar!" I said, but I knew she was telling the truth. "When did
you get that?"
"Like a week ago," Theresa said. "I got one so he'd lick my butt too,
except it crashed him so I had to take it out."
"Your butt?" I grinned at her and I figured she was joking, but
probably not.
"I'm gonna get a better one," she nodded.
"And you didn't tell me?" I frowned.
"I'm telling you now, ain't I?" she made an apologetic face. "Stay
over Friday and I'll let you try it."
"You will?" I licked my lips cause I heard stuff like getting your
pussy sucked was really, really great.
"Yeah!" Theresa promised. "That's not the best part though…"
"What do you mean?" I asked, feeling my heart thump.
"You gotta promise not to tell anybody," Theresa said. "Like swear to
die, Kimmy!"
"I swear, I won't tell," I agreed quickly.
"Or…"
"Or I hope I like die horribly," I promised, crossing my heart and
sticking out my tongue. "Okay? What? I won't tell anybody!"
"Okay," Theresa said. "But I'm serious."
"Me too!" I said, feeling pretty impatient by then. "So tell me what's
the best part already!"
"Wellll…" Theresa giggled and made me wait five more seconds. "…I got
the code to unlock his cock too!"
"No way!" I stared at her.
"Yeah way!" she nodded. "I got all the options too, like everything.
It ain't one of those shareware hacks so you get like half a hard-on
and it says buy the rest of the program…"
"Does it work?" I asked her, cause I had no idea what she was talking
about.
"Oh yeah!" she said seriously. "All the time! We totally fuck!"
"Uh!" I dropped my jaw and stared at her.
"It hurt before, but now..." Theresa giggled. "That's why I had to get
that pussy licker hack."
"Why?" I breathed.
"Cause! It makes it easier to fuck him! Duh!" Theresa rolled her eyes
and I just stared at her.
"You're not a..." I lowered my voice, "...not a virgin anymore?"
"Nope!" Theresa smiled. "And it didn't cost me a dime!"
I knew male robots weren't fully functional unless you paid for it and
Theresa's dad was a minister, so there was no way he was gonna give
his fourteen year old daughter a sex machine! Theresa's had parental
locks and all that stuff, I knew, cause all she'd ever did was
complain about having a PG-13 rated robot. Now she was telling me she
had an X rated one! A real live artificial SexBot all her own!
"Does it feel good?" I asked, knowing it had to be a dumb question.
"Oh yeah!" Theresa said. "He's big too!"
"How big?" I asked. "Can I see it?"
"Ummm…" Theresa looked around. "Maybe. My parents are home though, I
don't wanna get busted. Friday you can see it."
"Just really quick," I whined. "Please? Treece! Pretty please?"
"Kay," she giggled and she loved to show off. "Hold on…Hey, Berto Boy!
You write that sonnet thing yet?"
"I just finished, Theresa. Would you like to hear it?" her robot
responded off camera and he sounded kinda Spanish, which was why
Theresa had named him Berto Boy! with the exclamation point. That and
Berto Boy was like her favorite singer in the world and he was Spanish
too.
"Nah, come here," she said and turned her phone so I could see the
robot getting up. He was big and cute, like a regular person almost,
except his eyes were silver. "Stand right there…yeah…Um, unzip your
pants."
"Oh crap!" I laughed, staring as the robot started doing it.
"Wait til you see this!" Theresa giggled. "Take out your dick, Berto
Boy! I wanna show it to my friend."
"Alright, Theresa," he replied almost happily, if you could call it
that. Robots were pretty much happy to do anything though.
"Jesus!" I gasped and then covered my mouth as all of a sudden there
was like a six inch penis hanging out of the robot's trousers.
"Wait, you gotta see this!" my best friend whispered. "Make it hard
for me, Berto Boy!"
"Okay, Theresa," he agreed and that robot wrapped his right fist
around it and started pulling his dick like he was milking a cow.
"He ain't gotta do that, but it looks cooler than just a big, you
know, sproing!" Theresa giggled and so did I, but mostly I was just
feeling my tummy churn when that dick started getting longer and
fatter as if by magic.
"God!" I breathed. "How big is that?"
"Eight and a half inches exactly!" Theresa said. "I measured it like
six times already!"
"That's huge!" I said and it was. How did it ever fit in a girl?
The robot was still stroking his cock and you wouldn't know it wasn't
real, or at least a girl like me wouldn't. I'd never seen a hard dick
before in my life! Not like that, you know? I got spam in my email
like everyone else, but this! Wow! It was right there on my phone and
I was so jealous I wanted to puke, except I was way too excited to
really care.
"It gets wet and everything!" Theresa said, zooming in on the smooth
swollen head so I could see the clear fluid leaking out of it.
"What is that stuff?" I asked her.
"Supposed to be like pre-cum stuff," she said. "The robot makes it, I
dunno. He makes his own sperm too!"
"He does?" I swallowed hard.
"Not real sperm though," Theresa shrugged so the camera went up and
down and then centered back on her robot's dick. "But I can like buy
real sperm and put it in him, if I wanted to get pregnant or
whatever."
"Really?" I was sorta breathing in time with the robot's hand as it
moved slowly back and forth along the shaft. It was crazy sexy and the
tightness in my tummy was lower now, like way low between my thighs
and I was kicking my feet without thinking about it. My nipples itched
too, like I really needed a scratch or just a pinch, or a bite…Yeah.
Like somebody biting my nipples would be…
"You wanna see him cum?" Theresa asked and I nodded quickly.
"Yeah! Let me see!" I breathed.
"Kay, hold on…It gets kinda messy," she laughed. "I gotta get a cup."
"A cup?" I asked her, but Theresa was moving around and I guess she
had one handy, or something.
"I got one I keep my rubber bands and stuff in," she said and it
appeared in her hand as she sat down on her bed. She was holding it
out like right underneath the robot's huge cock while he jerked off.
"He's gonna cum in the cup?" I asked, even though it was obvious.
"Oh yeah!" Theresa agreed. "I used a towel before, but that stuff is
pretty good, so…"
"What do you mean?" I asked and I was rubbing my pussy through my
jeans, I couldn't help it. I was so hot down there and so wet too, it
was like I sat in boiling butter or something!
"I mean it tastes good," Theresa giggled. "I swear, you'll see. Hurry
up and cum Berto Boy! but not too much, okay? We gotta save some for
later."
"Okay, Theresa," the robot's disembodied voice replied cheerfully.
"I'm going to cum soon…Oh yeah, baby…You're so hot, Theresa!"
"No sound effects, Berto Boy!" Theresa said and I was laughing.
"Sure, Theresa," the robot said and then all we could hear was the
soft fwap-wap-wapping sound of his hand stroking his cock.
"He gets really noisy if I want him too," Theresa said. "But I gotta
download some better ones for him."
"Oh," I nodded, but mostly I was thinking about how my pussy felt like
it was on fire.
"Yeah!" Theresa said. "There it is! Don't spill any Berto Boy!"
The robot's cock was pulsating, sorta, like I could see it contract
and spasm and jets of creamy synthetic sperm were shooting into the
cup Theresa held for him. I know she told him not to cum too much, but
God! There looked like there was a lot as the first half dozen spurts
were really strong, then they grew gradually weaker and after a minute
there was noting left but a dribble of cum sorta clinging to his dark
cockhead.
"Mmmm…Shluuurp!" I about lost it totally when I realized that my best
friend had just leaned forward and sucked the cum from her robot's
cock!
"Oh God!" I gasped and I was bouncing my ass off my bed.
"That's so yummy!" Theresa giggled and turned her camera so I could
see her licking her lips. "What's up with you? Are you jilling off?"
"Huh?" I panted.
"You slut!" she laughed. "Getting off on my robot's dick, huh? Hold on…
I gotta get rid of the evidence. Put your dick away, Berto Boy! and go
recharge or something."
"Alright, Theresa," he agreed.
"What are you…" I stared as the camera all of a sudden showed like a
quarter of her cup filled with sperm. It was whitish grey, sorta, and
it looked thick and gluey as my friend swished it around.
"It's all protein!" Theresa said and then she drank it!
She just poured that sperm into her open mouth and even though she was
holding her phone like totally the wrong way, I could still see it! My
best friend was eating sperm, swallowing noisily and even licking the
cup clean afterwards!
"That stuff is seriously good, Kimmy," she told me and then burped and
giggled. "Did you cum?"
"I don't know," I barely said. "I don't…think…so."
"If you did you'd know," Theresa decided, licking her lips and I could
see her tongue was pale with goo. "You will Friday, I swear! I'm gonna
watch you go insane, girl!"
"Oh God!" I closed my eyes trying to imagine doing stuff like Theresa
did with her robot. She fucked him!
"Theresa?" her mom's voice sounded muffled. There was some knocking
and then her camera got all jiggly and turned off suddenly.
I hoped she didn't get in trouble and most likely she didn't, unless
Theresa's mom found that spermy cup! That made me frown cause if my
friend got busted I wouldn't be able to go to her house Friday! That
would totally suck! Oh man, I thought, I hope Theresa wasn't in
trouble. I wanted to get my pussy licked bad! I wanted to try fucking
too, God! That had to be crazy good! But what if it hurt?
She was right about cumming too, I knew that. Theresa always knew more
about sex and stuff than I did, probably cause her dad was a minister,
like I said. I'd never cum in my life, not yet, but I could get close,
I thought. I could get it so my pussy felt really good, my tits too,
like aching and hot and my tummy trembled, you know, on the inside.
All I needed was something to push me over the edge, but I didn't know
what. A thought, or a touch, maybe just a word whispered in my ear
would do it.
I needed something and I was naked on my bed, having undressed as fast
as I could after Theresa had hung up her phone. My door was locked and
anyway, I knew my parents wouldn't bother me. Mom would let me sulk
and dad wouldn't have a clue what to say, so he'd avoid me completely.
I didn't care, I was stretched out on my bed, totally naked and just
touching myself everywhere. Sex. God! I didn't know why I liked
thinking about that stuff, but I did.
I liked to play with my boobs, my nipples mostly, and pretend someone
else was doing it. They weren't really big or anything, but my nipples
were puffy and pink and they felt so good when I pinched them just
right. I pulled them, like hard too, so that my breasts were pulled
out in milky cones and that made my pussy itch.
So, I'd have to let go of my tits, one of them anyway, and slide my
fingers over my flat tummy, down to the soft sorta fatty place above
my slit. It was soft there and round and I don't know why it felt good
to touch myself there, I mean it wasn't anything but the place between
my tummy and my pussy, but it was nice. And then I could feel my hair,
just some peach fuzz really. I didn't even get hair under my arms or
anything yet and the hair on my pussy was just a little bush of blonde
right at the top mostly.
I liked to play with my pubic hair, which is weird, yeah. I mean I
liked to do stuff like comb it with my hair brush and wish I had more.
I didn't want like a big hairy cunt or whatever, but some more hair
would be cool. I'd like to trim it into a heart maybe, or something
cool. Something kinda sexy that nobody would know about except me and
my boyfriend, even though I didn't have one.
He'd play with my pussy and tell me it was pretty. Kissing it maybe
and pinching my pussy lips so he could pull them apart. They liked to
stick together for some reason and I wasn't very big down there. My
slit was short and narrow and deep, like if I didn't play with myself?
My pussy just looked like a crease between my legs. Everything would
be tucked nice and tight inside, until I played with it. Until I
worked my fingers up and down my slit, licking them to get it wet a
little. I'd dig my thin lips out and split them with my fingers.
"Hmmm…" I sighed and my little clit was hard and peeking out and she'd
just learned that trick. I'd felt her buzzing before sometimes, but I
never knew what it was until Theresa told me and then showed me hers.
Her clit was longer than mine, but still pretty small and pink. My
clit was tiny and I could cover it with my thumb, sorta pressing down
on it and rubbing it around slowly. That felt way good and if I was
ever gonna cum, it would probably be while I was doing that.
But like I said, I could only get so far and I'd just…Stop! It was
totally frustrating sometimes, but even then I had to admit it felt
good anyway. I just wished I could have felt what Theresa was always
telling me about. She said she went sorta crazy when she was cumming.
Like it was the rapture and Jesus was taking her home, but I didn't
know about that stuff. My parents weren't ever much for church or
anything. I wanted to cum so bad and I was so close, but…
I seriously needed a robot!
=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=
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, lick 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, more or less and I turned around,
mostly just showing him my ass.
"Yeah, oh!" he more or less came to his senses then.
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 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, 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 a
good girl and we all knew it. I just wished I wasn't.
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?" daddy 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 never got to wear.
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! 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," daddy 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?" daddy 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 blue eyes
around hard!
"Gary!" 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 instinct 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 and for just a
second 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 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 moonlit mist 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.
"You're so queer!" Theresa giggled a second later, after Janey was
inside the classroom.
"I can't help it," I shrugged. "Anyways! You gotta help 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 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 my 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 like five minutes."
"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 girls want to fuck their dads."
"No way!" I said.
"Yeah way!" Theresa insisted. "It was a survey! And like half of those
girls did fuck their dads."
"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 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 cause 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 that. "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 a 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.
"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 one. It had made me hot all over and really hungry.
"So…What are you gonna get?" Theresa asked me after we'd got our
lunches.
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 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 silver. But NBN doesn't sound like
anything cool, so they didn't sell very many of them. 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 Kimsumluv1 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 yours?" 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 Neural Mindscape AI Node, with the Quad
Series Octium V Last Gen Processor…" Theresa was going down the list
checking boxes for all the newest, bestest stuff, "…Four Terabytes of .
010ms 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…The World Literature Collection includes the Kama Sutra!"
"It does?" I had no idea what that was.
"Oh yeah, but they don't tell you," 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.
"Gotta have net connection, anti-virus, blah blah blah…" she hut the
calculate button and we both sorta gasped. "Wow!"
"Is that like…Dollars?" I wondered. "Or Mexican pesos?"
"Dollars," she nodded. "Eighty-six thousand of them."
"And seven hundred twelve," I swallowed hard.
"Probably your dad won't get you this one," Theresa sighed. "Too bad,
he's pretty hot!"
"How much was yours?" I wondered.
"Only about eight thousand," she shrugged. "This bot'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 skeletal structure," 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. "I love mine so much. You're
gonna love yours too."
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.
"Yeah, probably," I said. "What kind do you have?"
"What kind?" she gave me a funny look.
"Like, where did you get it?" Theresa asked her.
"Oh!" Shelly smiled then. "He was a kit, me and my mom put him
together."
"You did?" I asked. "Was it hard?"
"Kinda," Shelly shrugged. "We never did it before, but it was fun.
He's really awesome."
"Does he have a dick?" Theresa asked and I gave my friend a nudge so
she'd be nice. "What? I'm just asking!"
"Of course he does," Shelly told us. "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 love him!" I grinned at her.
"Size isn't everything," Theresa sniffed, but Berto Boy!'s eight and
half 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 if I didn't I knew that Theresa wouldn't
let it go.
"You think she fucks 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.
Sorta.
"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 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. "See ya round, huh?"
"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 kinda be nice to be loved, wouldn't it? Isn't that
what the girl was 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
friendly. 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 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."
"Let it go?" Theresa 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," 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 any girl 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 by 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 the only other girl's that I
would really want to was Theresa, 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 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.
==============end? bah! huh...