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MY TROPHY TEENYBOPPER (Mf anal ws)
Written by Ossified
Comments welcome to ossified@hushmail.com
Editing support by Mirabeau
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NOTE: Some details in this story may make more sense if you've read my
first story, 'Wanting Jenny'. It's not really necessary, though.
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Chapter 1
I swear my intentions were pure when I bought the trampoline last
spring. There was no way I could have known it would start this whole
thing, so that's not why I bought it at all. Honestly.
It was more of an early mid-life crisis thing really. I was pushing
thirty, I needed the exercise, and I thought having a trampoline would
be fun. That's all there was to it.
I suspected the children in the neighbourhood would want to use it. If
you have a trampoline in your garden you can be pretty certain kids
will want to try it. And they did. They were everywhere.
The first few days my garden was packed with children of every age.
They'd be really wild, and I had to keep an eye on them constantly.
They even tried to ruin my cherry tree, competing to see who could
jump high enough to rip the unripe berries off its branches. I finally
had to move the contraption closer to the house to spare my poor tree.
I didn't want to see my garden in ruins, but I didn't want to be mean
and chase them away either. The whole thing was turning into a pest,
and I started to regret buying the damned thing.
The solution came in the lithe, fourteen-year-old forms of Katherine
and Jenny. They started showing up after school almost every day,
usually with Katherine's little sister Rachel tagging along too. Soon
these three girls took over my garden and trampoline, lazily brushing
the smaller children aside. I suppose it comes natural when you're
still in school and used to being pestered by younger kids. They
didn't have to do much to achieve their goal either. Snide remarks and
a firm resolve to ignore anyone younger than themselves did the trick.
It seemed Katherine, Rachel and Jenny had decided this was their place
to hang out, and like tigers circling, they claimed their domain.
These three little schoolgirls were a great improvement over the
bratty kids they replaced, and after a while I got to know them rather
well.
Even from the start, my main fascination was with Katherine. She
seemed sweet and a lot less self-absorbed than the other two. I found
she was kind and caring, even towards her little sister who could be a
bit hard-nosed at times. My opinions of Katherine may have changed
since then, but at least that's how I perceived her at the time. I
used to love the way she would hook stray strands of her long, blonde
hair behind her ear. I remember how she would tilt her head sideways
when she looked at you, and how she always had a smile on her lips
that made you uncertain if she was smiling to you or at your expense.
Katherine's friend Jenny had a kind of lazy sexiness about her that I
found extremely attractive, but also a bit unsettling. She was the
rare kind of girl who's smallest, most insignificant movements still
seem sensual and suggestive. However, she also had an untamed,
childlike manner, which could get on your nerves after a while. She
also seemed distant. I'd talked to her a bit and she never seemed to
be able to focus on anything for more than seconds at a time. Her eyes
were always roaming and her mind someplace else. She kept hitting me
up for money too, promising to repay me although she never did. She
was impossible to say no to, though. There was something about Jenny
that made you want to appease her.
You could tell Rachel was proud to hang out with these two older
girls, although she never seemed submissive. I don't think I ever saw
her smile kindly - not to me at least. She was quite obviously less
mature than the other two, and I expect it was Katherine's grace that
allowed her to tag along. Rachel was only eleven and she looked it
too. Having almost achieved the height of her older sister, but none
of her curves, Rachel was tall and thin. I thought she was a gymnast
at first, her legs and belly displaying the clearly defined, supple
muscles of an athlete. She wasn't though. She still had the body of an
active child.
I'd have to say that both Katherine and Jenny were a bit gawky,
especially compared to the athletic Rachel. Yet, at the same time they
could be strangely graceful in the way only young teen girls seem to
be. I never tired of studying their movements. At times they would be
a bit clumsy, as if their womanly bodies were new to them and they
couldn't quite control them. Other times they would move so easily and
be so graceful, I'd be speechless. In hindsight I think that
combination of grace and gawk was one of the things that attracted me
the most. You just don't find that in older girls or women, and I find
it holds it's own kind of sensuality.
They all went to some kind of Catholic school down the street, which
still enforced school uniforms. The girls seemed to make a point of
wearing their pleated skirts as short as possible. The crisp, white
blouses, navy V-neck jumpers and kneesocks made them look innocent and
cute. I certainly enjoyed having them around. Their giggling, squeals
and happy laughter lightened up my afternoons, and they seemed pleased
to have this 'parent-free zone' to hang out in. I only used the
trampoline an hour or two a week anyway, and I couldn't see any better
use for it than this.
The girls were usually preoccupied with each other, but they always
kept me company to some extent. Sometimes I'd invite them in for a
Coke or something and we'd talk a bit. I always liked that, since I
felt included in some girly world that had been hidden from me in my
younger years. Girls were such a mystery back then, but now I enjoyed
a kind of backstage pass to their world.
The afternoons they didn't come around, I missed them. It was as if my
life froze to a halt, everything quiet and unmoving. Those days I had
the nagging feeling a more living and acute reality went on someplace
else, and I wasn't invited. I always went out a lot with mates those
evenings, sometimes picking up girls although it never seemed to work
out in the long run.
As spring changed to summer I decided to work on my tan before the
beach season set in, and that's when I discovered the real bonus of
having a trampoline.
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I lay dozing on my sun lounger, cool drink beside me, when Rachel,
Katherine and Jenny turned up. We chatted a bit; the girls just back
from school where Rachel had watched a play that Katherine and Jenny's
class had put on. They were laughing and giggling about it because
Jenny had forgotten the single line she had in the whole play. In her
embarrassment, Jenny had tripped over a piece of scenery, flashing her
knickers at the audience in the process. The three girls seemed to
think this was terribly funny.
Although I could picture it perfectly, I didn't think it funny at all.
My guess was that every guy who attended that play would remember
Jenny's accident in vivid detail for a long time to come. And yet
these girls seemed oblivious to the power of their bodies and the
lust, longing and bittersweet sadness they could awaken in others. It
took a while before I managed to concentrate on anything after
picturing this. Jenny sprawling on stage, unwillingly treating the
audience to a teasing glimpse of her panties underneath her school
uniform.
Jenny lit a cigarette, which she smoked awkwardly. She seemed intent
on learning how to smoke although she was singularly bad at it.
Katherine immediately scolded her for her 'filthy habit', which made
Jenny tell her to 'sod off'. Rachel wanted to try one, but Katherine
threatened to rat her out. The girls always seemed friendly towards
each other despite their bickering, and I caught myself wishing I
still had friends like that. Sharing thoughts on boys and music, they
seemed not to notice my presence much, but I enjoyed their company as
always.
Then the girls decided to have a go on the trampoline like so many
times before. I sighed at the sight of their youthful bodies dressed
in school uniforms. Ponytails bobbed and hips swayed beneath pleated
skirts as they walked over to the trampoline. Not many guys my age
have the benefit of having three cute schoolgirls in their garden, and
I was content just to have them here.
Soon they were jumping wildly about, spending their pent-up, youthful
energy by trying to bounce each other off. I lay down and turned my
attention to the novel I had brought with me, the creaking of the
trampoline springs sounding rhythmically in the background. Then a
flash of white in the corner of my eye caught my attention.
Turning towards the young girls I realized that, from where I was
lying on my sun lounger, I could actually look right up their skirts.
The flash of white that had caught my attention was no doubt
Katherine's panties, since Jenny was wearing blue gingham ones and
Rachel's were pink. Damn, I could see everything. What a stroke of
luck!
They were jumping around, pleated skirts bobbing up and down just
enough for me to catch long good looks at their panty-covered little
treasures from where I was lying. I'd never thought myself a voyeur,
but this was simply too good to miss. Three beautiful teenaged girls
unwittingly flashing their knickers at me constantly. What a brilliant
investment this trampoline was!
I didn't get to read much that summer, but I certainly got a great
tan. I missed them during summer holidays, but then they were back in
my garden again, all tanned and pretty, jumping about and displaying
themselves to me. Life was good.
Chapter 2
Just after summer holidays Rachel, Katherine and Jenny came over to
hang out and have another go on the trampoline. The novelty of it had
worn off, but they still came by once in a while. They would usually
just sit on it and talk, although they would play around enough to
keep me interested.
Since it was a Saturday they were out of their school uniforms, but
they still wore short skirts that would offer me exciting glimpses of
the secrets underneath. The two older girls wore tops that showed off
their tanned tummies, and I noticed Katherine had had her bellybutton
pierced this summer. Rachel wore a tight white T-shirt with glitzy
pink lettering across her flat chest. It made her look trashy in a
sexy sort of way. Although she was still a child, she had definitely
grown this summer. Puberty was ready to take off.
They sat down with me a bit, chatting mostly with each other, but also
telling me about their summer holidays and asking my opinion on
various things that had happened. Jenny kept asking me cryptic
questions seemingly designed to find out how older guys think and
react. She was probably using me as a reference for someone she was
seeing. Unfortunately she was very coy about this, so I never really
got a proper understanding of what she was up to. Her vagueness and
incessant fidgeting annoyed me, and I had the uncharitable thought
that Jenny would be more trouble than she was worth for the poor guy
she was with. For his sake I hoped he was rich. I didn't know I'd soon
be in a similar position myself. Had I known, I still don't think it
would have stopped me.
I couldn't help but study Katherine as she sat opposite me talking.
Her delicate, thin arms had the smallest, downy blonde hairs on them,
rendered more visible over summer by the bleaching sun. She was
barefoot in white canvas sneakers, and the way she kept bobbing her
foot up and down as she talked seemed intensely attractive to me. She
wore thin necklace with a small pearl. I wondered if she had met a boy
this summer, a sudden pang of jealousy surprising me. I consoled
myself that it wasn't the kind of jewellery a boy would buy. The
simple design was too non-descript to be chosen by someone who wanted
to be remembered. Her knobbly knees bore memories of past
carelessness; a still healing graze on her left knee made me want to
reach out and touch the tender, pink skin. She was so pretty, so
perfect, and it slowly dawned on me what I had really known all along.
That I had an inappropriate crush on this fourteen-year-old girl.
Luck would have it that on this particular Saturday, the girls got
into a playful tickle-fight on the trampoline. They were rolling
around and giving me plenty of reasons to keep gawking at them. I was
sitting close enough to discreetly study the details of their knickers
every time they unwittingly flashed them at me. Katherine's cotton
panties seemed almost shockingly white against her lightly tanned
thighs as she accidentally displayed her taut little bum to me in all
its glory. The seam of the crotch panel made an enticing line from
cheek to cheek, with only the slightest little dent into the valley of
her butt.
I could clearly make out the swelling of her mound underneath the
tight, white cotton. I sighed as I noticed the faint outline of the
crack between her outer lips through the fabric. I wanted to get up
and smell the scent of her pussy; to trace a finger down her crack so
teasingly defined against her underwear, but of course I couldn't. In
a split second the vision was gone, Katherine rolling over her sister
as Jenny pushed her off.
In the end Katherine and Jenny ganged up on Rachel, holding her down
as she sprawled on the trampoline with her skirt round her waist. Her
soft pink panties were in plain view as the two other girls tickled
her relentlessly. Rachel was gasping and thrashing, begging them to
stop or she'd wet herself, but they just ignored her pleas and kept
going. Selfishly, I prayed they'd keep it up as I savoured the sight
of Rachel's struggling and Jenny's wiggling bum as she held Rachel's
feet down. This was one of the best shows they had put on for me yet.
Katherine placed her little behind on her sisters struggling hands,
using her legs to press Rachel's arms together above her head. Leaning
forward, her small tits almost in her sister's face, Katherine pulled
Rachel's T-shirt up and tickled her hard, flat tummy with dancing
fingers.
"Ooooh. Christ, please don't. I can't stop it. Please..." Rachel
giggled helplessly. "I'll pee myself. I really will. Pleeease..."
Rachel was really struggling now, lifting her panty-covered pelvis
rhythmically and trying in vain to press her thighs together to hold
back from wetting herself. She didn't really stand a chance though,
since Jenny held both her feet in a vice-like grip. 'What a strong
little girl', I thought to myself. Then Jenny lifted her perfect
little butt, she too giving me a nice, good look at her cotton-covered
mound from behind, and sat herself down on Rachel's thrashing feet.
Aroused, I saw a glistening, damp patch spreading rapidly between
Rachel's legs as she wiggled desperately about, trying to escape the
onslaught of her friends. I actually heard the hissing sound as Rachel
wet herself, pee spurting through the pink fabric of her panties,
splattering Jenny's top as it made a glittering, golden arch between
them. Then Rachel managed to stem the flow.
Katherine didn't notice at first. Jenny didn't seem to either, or
maybe she just didn't care. She was leaning back, reaching behind
herself to tickle Rachel's toes, which pretty much left her open to
Rachel's wet accident. Wet patches appeared on Jenny's white top, pee
dribbling down and soaking the skirt outstretched between her thighs.
It's really hard to believe that Jenny didn't notice. Then Katherine
finally realized what was happening and let go of her sister. Rachel
managed to kick Jenny off, jump off the trampoline and make a
stumbling run for my house.
Rachel had her hand under her skirt, cupping the dripping gusset of
her panties and giggling hysterically. She stopped short just beside
me, her face showing a strange mix of horror, embarrassment and
laughter. Then, with a moan, she completely lost control and started
to wet herself hard. I think she just gave up trying to hold back. In
an attempt to avoid soaking her skirt, Rachel lifted the hem,
delightfully displaying her wet knickers as her pale yellow pee
spurted through the material and onto the grass between her feet. It
seemed to go on for ages, although it was probably just seconds. The
sight fascinated me; Rachel wetting herself so hard her panties seemed
to bulge. As the stream subsided, a final trickle dribbled down her
legs and she dropped the hem of her skirt again.
"Sorry about this," Rachel said to me in an embarrassed voice, her
face bright red. "I really had to go, and I just couldn't hold back.
It's all Katherine and Jenny's fault, you know. I told them I'd wet
myself if they kept tickling me like that."
Like I cared. Shifting positions I mumbled something and tried to hide
the tent in my shorts. Rachel made her way inside to clean up as best
she could. Being turned on embarrassed me, but Rachel's accident had
excited me in a strange way. Although I was attracted to Katherine,
any of these three girls seemed to leave me dazed and confused.
To my surprise, Jenny seemed totally unfazed by Rachel's accident. She
was laughing when she tried to get up, slipping on the wet trampoline
and falling down on her butt in the puddle of pee. A glittering shower
of droplets rose around her as the trampoline flexed under her fall.
"Eeewww. You're splashing! And my feet are all wet too," Katherine
exclaimed, jumping off the trampoline. She dried her feet on the
grass. "Sorry about this. Toss us a towel, would you?" she called to
me.
I regained my senses and did as she asked. Jenny got off the
trampoline too, strolling over and sitting down cross-legged on the
grass not far from me. She yawned and fumbled for a pack of
cigarettes, while Katherine dried Rachel's pee off the trampoline with
a wrinkled nose.
Lighting the cigarette, Jenny seemed oblivious to the wetness of her
clothing. Even Katherine seemed surprised at her friend's lack of
concern.
"You're all wet. Don't you want to go home and change or something?"
"Nah, it's okay. It'll dry soon."
Uncomprehending, Katherine stared at her for a second, and then
shrugged. When Jenny finished her cigarette, the two girls climbed up
on the trampoline and started jumping again, laughing and talking
about Rachel's accident. Jenny's white panties had taken on an
unmistakable yellow tint since she fell on her ass in Rachel's puddle,
nicely matching her wet tank top. It looked pretty sexy, in a kinky
sort of way.
It was Katherine I watched the closest though. As always I found it
almost impossible to tear my eyes away from her beautiful figure. The
way she would twist to achieve rotation while jumping showed off her
tanned tummy, the piercing in her belly button catching the sunlight
as she twirled. I wanted her in the worst possible way. My whole body
ached with lust, even more so now that Rachel's accident had added to
my excitement. I was mesmerized by the waving of her long, thin arms
as she jumped, although I suppose it would have looked incredibly
gawky to anyone who wasn't so badly smitten.
"You fancy her, don't you? She's very pretty."
Rachel's voice came from behind me. She'd finished cleaning up,
clenching her wet panties in her fist as she stood behind me, looking
down at where I lay on my recliner. She had spoken softly, almost in a
whisper.
"Huh?"
"You fancy my sister. Katherine. You're staring at her all the time.
Didn't you think we'd notice?"
"She's just so beautiful."
That's not really a wise thing to say about a fourteen-year-old when
you're approaching thirty, even if it's true. I wasn't stupid. I knew
that. I was just so confused. Rachel's accident, Jenny's odd
behaviour, Rachel's sudden reappearance, and the soft voice she spoke
to me in - it all felt like some sort of dream.
"Well, I don't like it. How old are you anyway? Like, 30? Christ,
she's only fourteen, you know."
Her voice had changed. The previous soft, ingratiating tone had been a
ruse to trick me into admitting my crush on her sister. Now her voice
was hard and unforgiving. She sat down beside me, probably to convince
me to stop gawking at her sister, but she never got that far.
"HEY! You can see right up her skirt from here. Jesus! So that's what
you've been doing all this time. And to think I almost got up there
with no knickers on. Well I'm telling, so there!"
Rachel glared at me, then marched on over to Katherine and Jenny. She
more or less ordered them to get off the trampoline, gather their
stuff and leave. As they left I saw Rachel talking and gesticulate
wildly. Before they disappeared Katherine and Jenny turned around and
looked at me. I could have sworn I heard a snicker.
The rest of that day was not good for me. I knew Katherine's step-dad
was an attorney, and that's not really the kind of person you want to
explain looking up a fourteen-year-old girl's skirt to. I had a bad
conscience too. I knew I shouldn't have peeked at them, and I
certainly knew my feelings towards Katherine were totally
inappropriate. Still, I couldn't change things now. I just had to wait
and see if they decided to tell their parents, and what they would do.
I rationalized that they didn't really have much of a case. I hadn't
made any advances towards Katherine, and I certainly hadn't molested
her in any way. I still felt bad though - very uneasy with the turn of
events, and the fact that the trampoline had turned me into someone
whom girls snigger at. I swore to dismantle the damned thing tomorrow
so I wouldn't have to be reminded of this incident every time I looked
out of my window.
The worst thing was that I realized they probably would shun this
place from now on. I'd never have the company of those giggling, happy
and active young girls again, and that was the worst part of this
whole mess.
Chapter 3
I was wrong. To my great surprise Katherine and Rachel actually turned
up the very next day. At first I thought they had come to tell me off,
but they both refrained from commenting on what had happened
yesterday, merely saying 'hi' and climbing up onto the trampoline I
was planning to dismantle. I decided not to dismantle it after all.
It's a decision I've regretted later, but back then I didn't know how
this would turn out yet.
Rachel was sporting a 'Boys Are Yucky' t-shirt and a pair of shorts. I
suppose she wore those to keep me from seeing her knickers. She kept
glaring at me, so it was pretty clear she was still angry. She would
turn away from me, then realize I could be watching her ass so she'd
turn around again. Then she'd end up sort of half turned away from me,
not really knowing how to avoid me watching. I didn't really mind. It
wasn't Rachel I wanted to watch.
Katherine wore one of her usual short skirts and a very cute tank top
with tiny blue flowers on it. It made her look innocent yet hot; a
look she always seemed to pull off well. If I wasn't mistaken, she
actually treated me to a shy smile or two, although I was too
embarrassed to look at them much. She wore white panties though. I
didn't miss that.
I tried to refrain from looking, pretending to read although I was far
too distracted. I was very relieved they still wanted to be here. That
they hadn't made a big thing of what had happened. I didn't want to
spoil it by staring at them, but I wasn't going to get up and leave
either. There was no way they were going to drive me away from my own
garden.
Jenny came over a little while later wearing a short navy blue skirt
and plain white top. They seemed expensive and made her look
surprisingly sophisticated for such a young girl. I was unprepared
when she sat down with me, but it made me feel everything would be
okay again despite being caught looking at them yesterday. Glancing
over at the trampoline, Jenny smiled, amused.
"So it's true. You really can look right up our skirts from here. You
guys are such perverts."
She didn't sound mean, and she had a sparkle in her eyes and a smile
on her lips that made me like her more. She gave me a nudge before she
got up, and I felt like we were sharing some kind of joke, even though
she was one of the girls I had been peeking at. It actually seemed she
was okay with it, but then I suppose that's just what Jenny was like.
Nothing seemed to matter much to her.
"Don't peek up my skirt today, okay? I'm wearing some really old
knickers, since mum's so behind with the washing. See what I mean?"
Jenny flipped up her skirt and wiggled her butt as she walked away
from me, displaying that taut little ass of hers dressed in a pair of
panties her mum must have brought for her at least four years ago. An
image of Piglet stared at me from her right buttock. The panties were
way too small for her and showed off her ass in an almost shocking
way. I doubted her mum was *that* far behind with her laundry. She was
teasing me all right, but I suppose I had that coming. Rachel almost
fell off the trampoline laughing when she saw the look on my face, but
Katherine just smiled her inscrutable smile.
After some time feigning interest in my book, I got up and made some
sandwiches for the girls and myself. I'd rarely done that before, but
I suppose it was some kind of peace offering on my part. I wanted to
show the girls that I cared for them, and that I could be a nice guy.
Anyway, I wanted to be close to Katherine, whom I was getting more and
more infatuated with. She was so hopelessly perfect; I just wanted her
near me all the time.
Since there were only two chairs, Katherine ended up sitting next to
me on my lounger as we ate. I could feel the heat of her smooth thigh
close to mine, and smell her perfumed skin. Since then I've always
noticed when other girls wear the same light, flowery scent, and my
heart always skips a beat as I pass them.
As Katherine brushed a stray strand of blonde hair behind her ear, I
noticed the sunshine making it almost transparent. She still wore the
necklace, and I still wondered where it came from. Looking at the
details of her profile I half suspected she must be from another
world. I couldn't really believe something so delicate and perfect
could be human. Her neck was so long and slender, her skin so smooth,
her nose such a perfect little upturned creation... As she caught me
staring, Katherine blushed and looked away.
Rachel saw the swooning look on my face and rolled her eyes.
"Christ, give me a break. She's not some fucking supermodel. Get a
grip."
Jenny wasn't really there, staring vacantly at some point on the
horizon. The whole situation was pretty weird, but also exciting in a
first-love kind of way. It must have been at least fifteen years since
I felt this way, and I realized I'd missed it.
And things got even stranger. When they had eaten, Jenny whispered
something in Rachel's ear that I couldn't quite hear, and then the two
of them got up and walked over to the trampoline. I lay down on the
lounger, ready to catch some more sun. I'd expected Katherine to
follow her friends, but she kept sitting on the edge of my lounger.
She was seemingly transfixed by some magazine I had lying about, her
ass pressed against my hip. I certainly didn't mind, and I wasn't
going to ask her why she stayed there with me. Yet it seemed strange
and not something she'd normally do.
"Hey, Jonathan, look at this. Looks fun, huh?"
Katherine called my attention to an article she was reading. It was
about some kind of amusement park, showing pictures of insane rides
that looked like death traps to me. I turned over onto my side to get
a better look at the page she was reading. Placing the magazine on the
table in front of us to share it, she leant forward, resting her head
in her hands, telling me how 'cool' those rides looked. At the same
time she leant forward, her butt kind of scooted backwards, pressing
into my crotch as I lay on my side behind her. She kept talking, but I
wasn't registering much, discreetly moving away from her. I figured
she hadn't realized she was pressed up against me, but I was sure she
soon would, my dick rapidly hardening at the feeling of her soft, warm
behind against it. As much as I enjoyed the feeling of her butt, I
wasn't going to risk being called a pervert again.
As I moved, her butt followed, and it became clear to me that she knew
exactly what she was doing. My erection grew, and she pressed her ass
firmly against it. There could be little doubt she felt my arousal
despite the clothing that separated us. I mumbled some kind of
response to her comments on the magazine, but I'm not sure it made
much sense. Katherine had more or less stopped talking anyway. She
didn't turn towards me or look at me, but her breathing seemed heavier
and her cheeks had a taken a hectic rosy colour. After a period of
charged silence Katherine sighed, reached behind herself and lifted
her skirt.
"Well, come on then. You're taking forever. You *do* want to touch me,
don't you?"
Katherine was whispering, I suppose so Rachel and Jenny wouldn't hear.
They were only a few meters away, and I certainly knew I didn't want
them to hear. Especially Rachel. As I swallowed and nodded, Katherine
gently reached behind her back and led my trembling hand towards her
rear. Releasing it after pressing my palm against her ass, she stroked
my forearm tenderly.
"It's okay. I know how much you want to, and I don't mind. Really."
Her voice was soft and whispering as her tone made it clear that she
knew she was doing me a favour, yet she didn't come across as
condescending. It was just... okay.
The feeling of love and tenderness towards her was under serious
attack from my darker side - the raw lust I also felt for her tight
young body. My hand slowly stroked her panty-covered ass; savouring
every millimetre of warm cotton and every second of time she would
allow me to touch her. Her body heat seemed to almost burn my hand,
and the feeling of her ass was exquisite. Soft, yet so firm and taut.
My head spun with excitement, and I knew that no matter how much I
loved her, I still lusted for her more right now. I wanted to kiss
her, to hug her and talk with her, but even more I craved her lithe
young body. I needed that taut bum and those perky breasts. I had to
have her tight little twat. I wanted to cling to those round hips as I
came deep inside her. But I still loved her, I think. It's hard to
separate at times.
I jumped as Katherine fumbled slightly with my zipper, feeling her way
since she couldn't actually see what she was doing behind her back.
Then she reached into my shorts and underwear. I heard a muffled
little gasp as her hand found my erection, pulling hastily away as if
she had burnt her fingers. I was confused and horny, not really
knowing what to think of Katherine's initiative and the possibility of
what was to come. I was scared, but my lust for her was stronger. I
knew I wouldn't be the one to stop this, even though she was only
fourteen and I should have known better.
I cast a worried glace towards the trampoline in case Rachel or Jenny
had noticed Katherine's actions, but they sat talking on the grass
with their backs towards us. Katherine's hand snuck into my shorts
again, and this time released my hard cock from its confinement.
Pressing her ass against it, she teased me with a discreet little
rocking motion while gently stroking her fingers down the length of my
uneven shaft.
I looked down and saw my swollen, straining member drool pre-cum on
her little cotton-covered bum. It looked positively obscene, pulsing
and jerking in Katherine's slim little hand, leaving its glistening
pre-cum trails on her pristine white panties. I was amazed that she
did this, especially since it had seemed unthinkable just moments
earlier. Last night I had thought I'd never see her again, and now she
was fondling my member. I wanted to ask her why she was doing this,
but it wasn't really the time or place.
Head spinning, I reached down between her thighs and quickly snuck my
hand past the leg band of her panties towards her cunt. I wanted to
feel it, to actually experience that warm, tight little teen pussy I
had ached for for so long. I did it quickly, as if to claim a prize. I
wasn't sure she would let me touch her that intimately. My fingers had
barely found the spot; her pussy warm, slick and wet, when she
abruptly pressed her thighs together and whispered:
"Don't. Not from the front. They'll see."
"Sorry."
"Be careful. If you get too carried away, I'm leaving. I know Rachel.
She's a tattletale."
Then Katherine leant even further forward with her upper body, her
behind almost lifting from the recliner.
"If you want to cop a feel you'll have to do it from behind where they
can't see. Here, pull my knickers down, but be quick about it."
I reached under her skirt and discreetly pulled her panties down over
her ass, the sweet smell of her sex suddenly and unexpectedly reaching
me. With my index finger I gently traced the crack of her ass
downwards, pausing slightly at the puckered opening of her anus before
sliding it further down and into her slippery, warm cunt from behind.
I noticed her pubic hair was sparse and her outer pussylips tightly
covered her slick, glistening twat. Teasing the opening of her pussy I
was surprised and aroused at how wet she was. I tried to let my finger
reach her clit, but the way she was sitting made it impossible.
The position didn't really allow me much access to her pussy, so I
returned my now slick finger to her anus. Pressing gently, I found
Katherine's ass too tightly clenched for my finger to enter her. As I
teased her bum-hole with my pussy-slick finger, she gradually overcame
her surprise and relaxed, my finger sliding into her. The feeling of
her tight, hot ass clenching my finger was wonderful. A soft, muffled
groan escaped from Katherine's mouth, and I heard her mumble "Oh my
God. Are you crazy?" under her breath.
Glancing quickly at her sister and Jenny sitting on the grass close
by, I was reassured that they were still preoccupied with each other.
I slowly fingered Katherine's bum as I stared down at the firm, round
cheeks. She was breathing heavy, moving against me as quietly as she
could, obviously enjoying the feeling of my finger sliding in and out
of her.
"I've seen how you look at me. You like my bum, don't you? You're
always staring at it," she whispered, this time deliberately clamping
down on my invading finger for effect. "Oh Christ, it actually feels
good. I never thought..."
Reluctantly I withdrew my finger from her ass, not daring to go any
further with this what with her sister and Jenny sitting so close. Not
really thinking, I sucked on my finger, the taste of Katherine's
teenage ass filling my senses.
"Your ass is gorgeous, Katherine. It's perfect."
"Well, that's a bit disgusting," she muttered sourly as I sucked on my
finger.
"No it's not. It's... You know I'm in love with you Katherine. I have
been for ages."
"Oh, *please*! Don't go all mushy on me, I don't like that."
Katherine was still whispering. Reaching behind herself she took hold
of my aching cock with her hand again, a hand way to small to actually
be doing such a thing. She gave it a tentative push-pull, and then
started to wank me while resting the head of my cock against the cleft
of her butt. All this time she had kept up the pretence of reading the
magazine in front of her. She was good at this sneaky stuff.
Katherine's hand-job was erratic yet exquisite, and knowing it was
she, the fourteen-year-old girl of my dreams; it didn't take long
before I had to warn her about my impending orgasm.
"Be careful. I'll cum all over your bum, and Rachel will see."
I might be horny, but there was no way I'd let Rachel discover us,
even if it meant postponing. Katherine giggled, seemingly pleased that
she could turn me on like this - that it was this easy to get me off.
"I'd better stop then. Wouldn't want you to get too excited and all."
"It feels really good, Katherine."
"I bet."
Her hand stopped.
"We could go inside," I whispered. "I could think up some excuse so
Jenny and Rachel wouldn't suspect."
"I'm sure you could, but I'm not about to step into your bedroom just
now, thank you very much."
Katherine raised an eyebrow at me, looking at me with suspicion. Damn!
She was cautious, but I can't say I blamed her. If I'd gotten her
inside I would have tried to fuck her, and that would just have been
too risky. Jenny or Rachel could have walked in on us, and then where
would I be? Actually, Katherine probably didn't want me to fuck her
either. This seemed just a game to her, and being only fourteen a
sneaky fuck probably seemed more scary that exciting. Maybe she was a
virgin?
Then it struck me. The garden shed! Maybe that would seem safer to
Katherine than inside my house. I certainly wouldn't be able to make
her do anything she didn't want to in there, what with her sister and
Jenny within shouting distance.
"See that shed?" I asked her. "Will you meet me there? I'll go first,
stir around and make some noise. Then I'll call for you to come and
help me with something. We can be alone, and you'll probably feel
safer there than indoors. I won't make you do anything you don't want
to anyway. I like you, remember?"
"Promise?"
"I promise."
"If you try anything nasty, I'll holler."
"I know."
"Okay then."
Katherine neatly replaced my cock where I suppose I should have kept
it all along: in my shorts. I had to make some adjustments to hide my
erection and that made her giggle a bit, which I though was cute. I
got up and scratched my head, looking around the garden in too obvious
a manner. I've never been much of an actor.
"I'm just going to find some stuff in the shed," I said to no one in
particular.
I guess my voice must have been shaking or something, because Jenny
looked at me quizzically, then shrugged. I walked across the lawn,
unlocked the door and stepped into the twilight of my shed. It was a
bit cramped, so I moved some old tins of paint and some gardening
tools to make space for Katherine. Then I stuck my head out and
shouted:
"Hey, Katherine. Want to help me out? The damned lawn mower is stuck,
and I need a hand here."
"Yeah, okay. I'm coming."
I watched her as she walked across the lawn towards me. God, she was
beautiful! Stopping momentarily to scratch the back of her calf with
her foot, she lifted both arms to adjust her ponytail. The vision of
her slender, sway-backed figure in that posture has stayed with me in
vivid detail since then. It was almost as if she was posing for me -
showing me what a fantastic little creature she was - and I suspect
that was exactly what she was doing. Katherine seemed pleased with the
effect she had on me, and I suppose that was the only thing of real
substance I could offer a girl her age; my lust for her. I could
certainly compete with any boy when it came to that. Guys in their
teens don't seem to appreciate the beauty of the girls they hang out
with much. I know I didn't.
"Christ, that was lame. You're such a lousy actor," Katherine giggled
as she stepped inside.
"I know. Pretty pathetic, wasn't it?" I grinned.
"Oh, it was pathetic alright. Almost to the point of being cute. I
think it did the trick, though."
"I guess it's hard being chaperoned by your little sister, huh?"
Suddenly Katherine turned serious, crossing her arms and looking
directly at me. Mentioning her sister seemed to remind her of what she
was getting into.
"Look Jonathan. You're not, like, fucking me or anything, okay?"
"Okay."
"Good. We need to be clear on that. I might let you some other time,
though. We'll see."
"Why are you doing this?"
"Because I'm a tease?"
"Seriously. I want to know."
"Well, it's hard to explain. I guess it's kind of... because you want
me to so much. I mean: you've been gawking at me for so long. At first
Jenny and I thought it was weird, not to mention Rachel. She was
furious. But after a while it seemed like such a compliment to me. You
know - a grown-up guy wanting me like that. I've never had that
before. Everybody seems to go for Jenny, and when you fancied me and
not her, I kind of liked you for it. It makes me feel... you know...
sexy and all grown up. Like a woman, I guess."
Katherine shuffled her feet, not looking at me.
"You are a woman, Katherine. A very young woman, but still..."
Looking at her, my words didn't really ring true. Katherine's thin
figure, her childish voice, and those perky little breasts under her
top. She wasn't really a woman in my eyes, and she wouldn't be quite
some time. She was a girl, and a young one at that. To be honest, it
was her girlishness I found attractive in the first place.
"You're very young, Katherine. It's kind of illegal you know. Me doing
stuff with you. I could get into trouble."
"Yeah, yeah, I know. It's all very secret and everything. Don't worry.
I won't tell. Now are we going to talk or are you going to start
groping me."
Katherine was definitely not shy around me. She had the upper hand,
and it suited her. She was positively sparkling. Katherine lifted her
skirt, the cotton V of her panties darkened by the wetness of her sex.
"Want to feel me up or something? I'm not really sure what you want to
do with me, but I bet you've given this some thought?"
"Oh, I have, Katherine. I've given this a lot of thought. Practically
day and night these last few months. I only have to think of you on
the trampoline, and I get Goosebumps all over."
"Do you think of me when you wank?"
Katherine looked smug. She knew the answer to that one.
"Yes. Yes I do."
I thought this was getting a bit embarrassing, but my terse answer
didn't satisfy Katherine.
"Tell me more. I want to hear how you get off thinking about me."
Katherine was looking at me with anticipation. Her hand had slipped
into her panties and I could see it move against the wet cotton fabric
as she rubbed her pussy, fingers playing with her clit. Her mouth was
slightly opened and her breathing heavy. Her swollen lips gave her
pouty mouth an even softer look. Her eyes glittered as she waited for
me to tell her how much I lusted for her. She looked wild and
beautiful, childish and grown-up, all at the same time.
"I think of you when I touch myself, Katherine. I think of your
beautiful, enthusiastic face. Your curvy hips and your pretty little
breasts. I jerk myself off thinking of your smooth, thin thighs and
those pretty little white panties covering your precious little twat."
"Want to see it?"
"Oh, yes please, Katherine."
I was almost begging at this point, my cock so hard in my trousers I
had to stick a hand in my pocket and adjust it for comfort.
"Well, maybe I'll show you my 'precious little twat' later, but you'll
have take out your thing and wank for me first. If you do, I'll even
let you cum in my knickers. Bet you'd like that."
There was no need to answer. Opening my zipper I fished out my cock,
noticing my underwear was already sticky from anticipation. Purple and
swollen, my cock pointed at Katherine, almost poking her tummy. A
small string of clear pre-cum drooled from the tip, and Katherine
caught it with her index finger, rubbing it between glistening
fingertips, feeling the texture before teasingly wiping it off on her
cotton-covered slit.
"Well, I see someone's a bit excited," Katherine smirked. "Tell me
more about how you cum fantasizing about little Katherine then."
I grabbed my dick, the familiar warmth of it's throbbing shaft in my
hand as I started to wank in front of this little fourteen-year-old
beauty. Her hips started to buck as she watched my moving hand, her
own fingers moving ever more eagerly inside her panties. We were
standing close enough for me to feel the sweet warmth of her panting
breath. My head was spinning as I slowly masturbated for my little
lover, letting her see how excited she was making me. I had trouble
focusing, but I knew what she wanted to hear. As if her beauty was
some kind of feat she had performed, I felt she deserved to hear it:
"Most of all I think of your beautiful, round little ass, Katherine.
When I shoot off, I always think of your pretty little butt. When I'm
with another woman - when I'm fucking some girl I've met - I think of
your wiggling, tight little bum as I shoot my cum into her pussy."
That's what did it for her. Hearing me say I fantasize about her even
when I was with somebody else - that was what brought Katherine over
the edge. With closed eyes, her neck and chest flushed and her fingers
pressed hard against her cunt, Katherine gasped and moaned as I spoke.
Pressing her thighs together and shuddering, she came on her own
fingers, her hand moving frantically inside her wet panties as she
writhed and jerked. With the last of my restraint I stopped wanking. I
wanted her to see me cum too. I wanted my sweet little Katherine to
see me shoot my seed as I looked at her wonderful, tight, little body.
As Katherine came down from her orgasm, she reopened her eyes and
looked straight at my cock. I was almost loosing it, and she seemed to
know. She traced her glistening fingers down my shaft, smearing her
own cunt juice on my strutting member. It jerked at her touch and she
giggled excitedly. Composing herself, Katherine raised an eyebrow in
question:
"Sooo... You'll want to shoot your stuff all over my bum then, right?
I mean: if that's what's really on your mind when you're fucking those
slags you meet."
"Oh, God. Yes please, Katherine."
Turning around, Katherine leaned forward and stuck her beautiful, full
ass out, the fabric of her panties tightly stretched over her firm
globes. The crotch panel was wet and darkened, and the bulge of her
pubic mound leaving its mark against its cotton confinement. Katherine
giggled.
"Well, well. Imagine little old me turning you on like this. I'd never
have guessed."
I wanted to shoot my wad over her cotton-clad bottom, so I moved
closer. I didn't try to touch her since I didn't know how she would
react to that. I didn't want to scare her off, and I was too close to
cumming anyway. Katherine looked over her shoulder at my twitching
cock, stopping me as I almost blew my load over her panty-clad bum.
"Whoa! Hang on! You'll get your goo on my top if you do that. Rachel
will suspect something if I show up with cum all over my back, don't
you think?" Katherine reached out and pulled her panties slightly down
over her hips; revealing the top of her butt-crack and the beginnings
of her full, round behind. "Here, just pull my panties out and cum on
my bum instead. Don't be messy, now!"
Katherine wiggled her butt at me. God, she was a tease. I grabbed the
elastic of her panties, pulling them out, revealing the fullness of
her bare ass and the tight clam of her pussy peeking out between her
slim thighs. Fisting my cock, the sight of that perfect little behind
of hers in all its naked splendour brought me over the edge almost
immediately.
Katherine looked over her shoulder as my hand moved in a blur, my eyes
fixed on her ass and cunt as I pointed my cock downwards, aiming at
her pussy. Feeling my balls tighten, the first load of cum spurted
into her panties, covering her cunt in thick, sticky, white sperm. As
I fucked my hand, gasping, the second load splattered her ass,
dribbling down over her smooth ass-cheeks into the seat of her
panties. Katherine moved back against my spurting cock, wedging it
downwards into her cum-covered ass-crack. I let go of her panties, and
they snapped into place as I grabbed her hips and humped against her
ass, rubbing my cock in her cum-slick butt-crack while spraying the
last of my cum into her knickers. As I thrust downwards for the last
time, I felt the tip of my cock slide between the outer lips of her
tight, little cunt, a gasp escaping from Katherine's lips.
In a daze, I lay spent and exhausted over Katherine's back trying to
catch my breath again. Regaining my senses, I felt Katherine's
movements as her fingers brought her off again, moving in the
slickness of her cum-covered twat, feeling the gooey head of my cock
wedged between her cuntlips. I kissed the protruding bumps of her
spine where her top had crept up, resting my cheek on her tanned back.
And then I heard a sound. There was no way to avoid discovery.
Katherine and I both jumped in guilty surprise as the door of the shed
was flung open, and Jenny stepped into the doorway. With the sun in
her back, she had the unsettling look of an avenging angel; somehow
come to punish me for my sins. Taking in the sight of Katherine with
her panties half down, soaked in cum which obviously came from my
dripping, half-hard member, Jenny threw her hands up in a defensive
gesture.
"Ooops! Sorry guys. I didn't see a thing. Really."
"Jenny! I... I... Shit!" My stammering did not make me seem less
guilty.
"Okay, look," Jenny said with a resigned sigh. "You two should be more
careful. I mean, really! It could have been Rachel who came in here,
and I don't think she'd understand, okay? And put your dick away for
Christ's sake. Jesus!"
Jenny backed out of the shed, closing the door behind her as I covered
myself up. Katherine was muttering as she pulled her cum-soaked
knickers up.
"Christ! I knew this was a bad idea."
"Will she tell?"
"Jenny? No way. Jenny never tells."
"Can I see you again?"
"You mean: 'Will I let you fuck me?' I don't know. We'll see. Now
let's get the hell out of here before Rachel shows up too."
I let Katherine go ahead of me, following her at a distance so as not
to arouse suspicion. Rachel and Jenny were sitting on the lawn
chatting, and just as Katherine reached them I noticed a glistening
trail of my cum dribbling down the inside of her thigh. Damn! Rachel
would see that for sure.
Luckily, Jenny spotted it before Rachel. She stuck a finger out and
discreetly wiped my cum off Katherine's thigh. She was holding a
cigarette in the same hand, and it almost burned the hem Katherine's
skirt, smoke twirling lazily up between Katherine's legs. After
looking at her fingers, Jenny wiped them on the grass, giving me
another resigned shake of the head.
"I think you forgot something," Jenny said to me.
"What?"
"The lawn mower. Didn't you want the lawn mower? From the shed?" Jenny
flashed me an innocent smile.
"Well, I..., um, turns out there was no petrol in it anyway."
"Oh, I see. No petrol. Right."
I thought I got out of that one quite well. Jenny seemed to enjoy
teasing me though, and I suspected I'd get a lot of that from now on.
I'd be paying for this in more ways than one.
Then Rachel noticed something too. "What's that smell?" Rachel looked
at Katherine quizzically, sniffing the air.
What smell? It's... um, I can't smell anything," Katherine replied,
nervously smoothing down her skirt.
Rachel had noticed the musky smell of sex on her sister. Katherine
looked flustered, and I was terrified the game was up. Luckily, Jenny
stepped in to save the day once again.
"Here, Rachel. Have a smoke. You don't mind, do you Katherine?"
Katherine's answer was inaudible, and Rachel gleefully reached out and
grabbed the cigarette from Jenny's outstretched hand.
"I'm sure Katherine won't tell on you. That would just be... mean.
Right?"
Lighting up, Rachel forgot all about the weird, musky smell on
Katherine. It was a scent she was too young to have any real
understanding of anyway.
Spending the rest of the afternoon in a gloriously happy daze, I
basked in the sun, catching an occasional sneaky glimpse of Katherine
adjusting her wet, spunky panties on the trampoline, showing off her
ass to me. As the girls left, Jenny asked me to 'loan' her some cash,
just as I had expected. I didn't mind - she always did that anyway.
Rachel pretty much ignored me, still angry from the day before.
Katherine, however, gave me the sweetest smile as they left, and that
made me both happy and sort of sad. I'd had a taste of her, but I knew
that, like all young girls, she was just drifting through. Her real
life was waiting for her somewhere else. There was no way to hold on
to her.
Chapter 4
The girls came by a couple of times during the week, wearing their
school uniforms and looking sexy and cute as ever. Rachel seemed to
have resigned herself to my upskirting. She pretty much had to expect
that if she wanted to hang out with Jenny and Katherine. I appreciated
the activity way too much to stop doing it, so if they wanted to be
here, that was the price they had to pay. I tried not to overdo it
though, since Rachel's dirty looks kind of took the edge off it.
Katherine kept her distance, although she did give me some pretty
enticing looks and smiles. She even wiggled her arse for me a couple
of times when she was sure Rachel wasn't looking. When she discreetly
squeezed my hand one afternoon and whispered 'sorry we can't do it
anymore, it's too risky', I thought the events in the shed might have
been a one-time thing for her.
I was all the more surprised when Katherine called me up Thursday
evening.
"So, do you want to see me again?" she asked. Her voice sounded a bit
crackly over the phone.
"I saw you yesterday. You were in my garden, remember?"
"You know what I mean."
"Yes, of course I want to see you, Katherine. You know that. I want to
see you all the time."
Katherine giggled a bit. "Relax, Jonathan. You're coming across all
needy, you know."
"Sorry, but it's no real secret, is it?"
"If you love me so much, why don't you marry me?"
I actually considered this seriously. "I'm not allowed yet. You're too
young."
"Stop it. You're scaring me."
"Sorry, just kidding."
"Well, you can see me on Saturday if you like."
"Really?"
"Sure." She said this lightly, as if it was the most mundane thing in
the world to her, although she must have known my hands would be
shaking. "I'm not coming to your place though. Bet you've got all
sorts of kinky torture chambers and stuff in your basement."
"No I haven't. Come on Katherine. Who do you think I am, anyway?"
"Dunno. A pervert? A child molester?"
"It's not funny, Katherine."
"Lighten up for Christ's sake, I'm only joking. I said I wanted to see
you, didn't I? We can't meet here either, though. My whole family will
be here, so we need a place to go."
"I suppose we could go to a hotel or something, but it's a bit risky."
"Hang on a minute. I'll just check something."
Katherine hung up, and I waited with baited breath for what seemed
like hours before she got back to me. "Sorry it took so long. Listen:
I spoke to Jenny, and they're all going away this weekend. She says we
can have her key and meet at her house."
"Are you crazy? What if someone notices? What if they ask someone to
water the plants?"
"Look, this is the only way you get to see me, so you can take it of
leave it, okay? There's no way I'm coming over to your place. I don't
trust you that much. Besides, you'll get to fuck me on Jenny's bed and
everything. That would be kind of kinky, don't you think? You can
rummage through her dirty knickers too. Jenny won't mind. Trust me,
it'll be really cool."
I couldn't answer. Images of a naked Katherine spreading her legs for
me on Jenny's bed just choked me up. I imagined pink sheets and cuddly
toys. Boyband posters, lollipops and heaps of sexy clothes in the
corner. I hadn't really thought about how these girls rooms were, but
now every cliché from those fake little-girl porn sets was immediately
present in my imagination.
"You're awful quiet there Jonathan. I guess it's okay with you, then?"
"Sure Katherine. Jenny's place will do just fine."
"I bet. There's just one other thing..."
"What?"
"Jenny thinks you ought to pay me."
Bam! That brought me down to earth. Here I was, all in love, thinking
everything was rosy. And then this - this crass demand. Yet this was
reality, and deep down I knew that. She was fourteen and I was 29.
There was no way this was happening because Katherine had a crush on
me. But asking for *money*! My sweet little Katherine wanted me to pay
her for sex. This was not sitting well with me, or the image I wanted
to have of her.
"Hello? You're awful quiet again, Jonathan. Are you there?"
"Yes, I'm here Katherine. Could you say that again, please? I'm not
sure I heard you correctly."
"I know, I know. I don't like the sound of it either. Makes me feel
like a hooker or something. It's just that... Well, Jenny is seeing
some older guy, and he pays her a bit. Even got her a doctor's note so
she doesn't have to come to school when we have tests and things. She
won't say who he is, but I guess he's a doctor then, right? Bet it's
that old perv, Slater. He wants to 'examine' me every goddamned time I
go there. Anyway, Jenny says he's really nice to her - gives her
things and stuff. Practically worships her. He wants her all the time,
and she kind of likes the attention even if it gets a bit much
sometimes. I think I might like that too."
That figured. I always thought Jenny had expensive habits and nice
clothes. I couldn't really see these two fourteen-year-olds as would-
be hookers, though. I suppose it was more a case of being naive,
greedy and used to getting their way. Rampant materialism seems to be
a religion these days.
"I guess I could buy you stuff. If you want. Clothes and things."
"Good. That's settled then. Do you know where Jenny lives?"
Katherine seemed pleased. I don't think she knew she broke my heart,
but maybe she just didn't care. Teenagers break hearts left and right
as a matter of course, and I guess that's how it's supposed to be. At
least I knew where I stood.
"Sure."
"You do? Then I hope you haven't been stalking her! Look: we need to
be, like, extra special careful. My dad - my real dad, not that
arsehole step dad of mine - he's Jenny's next-door neighbour. I don't
want him to see us or anything, okay?"
"Okay. I'll be careful."
"Great. And then you can take me shopping afterwards. That'll be sooo
cool. There are these sunglasses I've wanted for ages. And a great
dress, too. You'll think I'm ever so sexy in it. I'd get you to buy me
a cell-phone, except my step-dad won't let me have one. Anyway, come
around at, like, umm..., let's say... noon, okay?"
"Okay."
"Bye, then."
"Bye, Katherine."
She had already hung up.
As I opened my bedroom window that night I noticed the cherries on my
tree were ripe. I imagined Katherine stretching to pick them, red
juice on her full lips as she sucked on the berries, spitting out the
pips with pursed lips.
Chapter 5
I suppose it would have seemed a lot cooler if I'd been late, but I
was at Jenny's door at the stroke of twelve. I knew where Jenny lived
because I know where every pretty girl in my neighbourhood lives. Call
it weird, but I can't help registering these things. I forget
birthdays, dentist appointments and just about everything else I
should remember, just not stuff about pretty young girls. I guess it's
where I put my energy.
I hadn't really been sure how I could get to Jenny's without anyone
seeing, but I approached her house as inconspicuously as I could. I
was even carrying a briefcase to make it look like I had some business
ringing this strange door. I don't know how Katherine managed to get
there without being noticed, but she was there already, half hiding
behind the open door as she let me in. She had drawn most of the
curtains, and it took a few seconds before my eyes adjusted to the
relative darkness of Jenny's home.
"Hi. Did anyone see you?"
"Hi, Katherine. No, I don't think so. I was really careful."
"Good. How do I look?"
Katherine showed herself off for me, the soft fabric of her grey skirt
dancing around her thighs as she twirled. Her pink, short-sleeved
turtleneck was tight, and I could just see the outline of her bra
underneath. She wore her hair loose today, and it moved like her
skirt, lightly covering her face as she twirled.
"My undies match my jumper, you know." Katherine gave me a teasing
smile. "You won't get to see them. Yet. But they're very cute.
Promise"
"You look spectacular, Katherine. You look so beautiful, I want to
kiss you all over."
"Oh, *please*! You're making me nauseous. Actually, I wanted to wear
my school uniform since Jenny says it's such a big deal with you older
guys, but I couldn't be seen wandering about in that on a Saturday. Do
you mind terribly?"
"Well, you do look great in it, but I see your point."
"Maybe some other time. Now, let me show you around."
Katherine led the way, skipping through the various rooms with me in
tow. Thousands of little pointers to whom Jenny and her family were
surrounded me each step of the way. Every picture on the wall, the
books, the records (Christ, did Dire Straits really record *that* many
albums?), even the smells; they all told me something about where
Jenny comes from and who she is. As a whole, these tidbits of
information told me they were not tidy, they were probably moderately
educated and certainly relatively wealthy, but beyond that it's hard
to describe in words.
Jenny's family had a fantastic big-screen TV of which Katherine was
extremely envious, almost bitchy. I mostly watched her ass, which made
her smirk and made me embarrassed every time she caught me. I tried to
look up her skirt as she led me to the first floor, but she kept her
hand demurely on her butt to make sure she wasn't showing anything
off.
We passed a couple of doors, possibly the bedrooms of Jenny's parents
and her brother. Then Katherine stopped in front of a white door
covered in stickers of cartoon characters and pop bands. A sign saying
"JENNY'S ROOM. KEEP OUT!" was taped crookedly to the door, flowers
drawn with brightly coloured crayons surrounding the letters. Jenny
was not exactly a born artist. Katherine looked at me with
expectation, grabbed the doorknob and opened.
"Ta da."
It wasn't what I had expected. I knew that Jenny was not a tidy
person, but her room looked like some insanely destructive person had
been given cocaine and then set loose in there. The mess was
unbelievable. It was far worse than I could ever have imagined, but
then I don't have any children myself, so what do I know?
"Do you like it? Girly enough for you?"
Katherine brushed past me, leaping onto the ruffled pink quilt
covering Jenny's bed, actually managing to hit a spot not covered with
discarded clothing, comics or magazines. My paranoid mind immediately
thought about drawing the curtains, but the window sill was full of
little animal figures and other junk, making the chances of drawing
the curtains seem slight. The wallpaper in Jenny's room was white with
little pink flowers, but most of it was covered in posters. They were
not posters of boybands as I had expected. Instead, they were mostly
of cartoon characters I'd never seen before. Katherine followed my
gaze.
"I guess you can tell that Jenny's into cartoons? She watches them all
the time - even tapes them when she's at school, I think. It's a bit
sad, really. Her taste in music is crap too, you know."
Katherine motioned towards a bookshelf containing a mini HiFi and
several stacks of CDs threatening to topple over. I didn't really care
what kind of music Jenny listened to. Just being here in Jenny's room
was like being surrounded in a girly, pink cloud of cotton candy, and
I loved every minute of it. I tried not to look at the image of myself
in her mirror, since I knew how hopelessly out of place I looked in
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