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Tracy Loses Innocence (Part 2) Ff, teen/ped, first
by Dirty Little Claudia
Author's Note:
Meet Tracy. Young, impressionable, and surprisingly sexual.
This story is intended for entertainment purposes only.
None of the events in this story are actual events, no
name have been changed to protect the innocent, as there
are no innocent
Feedback welcomed, and encouraged. Enjoy.
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When we got home, I hurried to my room, and grabbed my towel, and
nightgown. On my way to the shower, my dad stopped and asked if everything
was alright.
"Yeah, dad, why?" I wasn't sure if Mr. James had told him what I
had seen or not.
"You were very quiet on the way home, sweetie, that's all. Did you
have a good time this afternoon?" I got the impression that he
was trying to get an answer out of me that would reveal some sort of
incriminating evidence or something. It was more likely that I was being
paranoid.
"I'm fine, dad, really, I just want to take a bath. The
reproductive system of the canine has just left me feeling a little...
'dirty'."
He laughed a little and rubbed my shoulder. "Okay honey, go relax
in a hot bath, and do whatever you have to do to stop thinking about
mating dogs."
I laughed too, and was relieved when I made it to the bathroom
without any other confrontations of my attitude adjustment.
I slipped out of my clothes, and tossed them into the hamper, the
crotch of my panties was still very damp. I'd soaked them all the way
through, and I'm surprised my parents hadnt caught on by the smell alone.
Stepping into the bath, my body melted into the warmth and
fragrances lingering over the bubbles. I sunk in, and the water raised to
my collar bone, and I soaked for a while, my fingers occasionally finding
their way back to the special place they'd been earlier.
I felt so dirty! I wanted to cry, and have an orgasm at the same
time. I was embarassed, and was beginning to find my sexuality. I had
never felt an orgasm, but I was pretty sure I'd had one that day in that
unfamiliar leather chair in the James' bedroom.
About an hour later, I emerged from the bathroom with a robe
around me. The bottom of my hair was wet, and my skin was wrinkled like a
prune, but I felt much better.
My mom and dad had retired to the family room and were watching
one of those 'reality tv' shows. I never understood how they could stand
watching those things, but I joined them anyway. I sat in a chair opposite
of the couch they were lounging on, and realized that my mom was asleep,
and my dad was glued to the young girls fighting on television.
Under my breath, I laughed a little and mocked my dad. "Hey dad,
don't you think it would be better if they were mud wrestling?"
He glanced in my direction his face was straight, but curious. I'm
not sure if he was trying to get into my head to find out why I had asked
that, or if he was silently asking me to suggest something further. I
decided to play it safe, and just smiled. I returnd my attention to the
TV until the show was over, and then excused myself for the night.
I went to bed that night, wondering just exactly what posessed
people do do those things I had seen at the James'. The pornography, I
mean.
I imagined myself watching one of those girls do that stuff in person,
and more than a few times that night, my fingers found themselves exploring
the new territory, making me wet over and over again.
For the first time I ever remember doing it, I slept naked that
night. This is probably why my mom was so shocked when she came to get me
for breakfast the next morning.
When I woke up, I saw my mother standing over me. She didn't look
mad, she just looked surprised. She told me breakfast was ready, and I
told her that I'd be down as soon as I got dressed.
I rolled out of bed, and slipped on a t-shirt, and a pair of
shorts, and headed down. I would usually wear a bra to school, but mom
said I didnt have to wear one on weekends, since it wasn't terribly
noticable that my breasts were beginning to form and shape themselves.
As I slid into a chair at the kitchen table, my mom sat a plate of
food in front of me. We ate in almost silence, before my mom broke it
while I was in the middle of drinking my orange juice.
"Sleep good, Tracy?" She asked as if she were implying something.
"Yep, like a baby!" I just grinned and went about eating my
breakfast.
After breakfast, I spent most of the day finalizing the details of
my report and preparing for school the next day. The week went as normal,
and I didn't think much of Saturday's little adventure until about
Thursday night when my mom announced we'd be going back to the James' for
dinner Friday night.
All day Friday, I daydreamed in class. Mom had told me she would
pick me up from school that day, and we'd go straight over to their place.
I think they had made plans to play cards and have pizza and beer or
something, but I was sure it would prove to be an interesting night. Just
as I was considering the possibilities..
"Tracy!" My English teacher's voice rang out in the classroom. I
jumped a little, and returned my attention to the front of the classroom,
but not before I noticed the many sets of eyes that were on me.
"Yes, Mrs. Brine?"
"How would you define Fitzgerald's interpretation of the mansion?"
She was talking about The Great Gatsby. We were supposed to have read it,
but I had read it earlier in the year.
I responded somewhat confidently, I think she was a bit surprised.
"He describes it as a safe haven for those who visit, almost as a parallel
universe, existing, but not existing." Sometimes it really sucked to be in
the advanced courses, as it weighed heavily on my brain when I had to
seriously consider responses to questions like that.
She seemed convinced and moved on. I returned to my thoughts of
what would happen after my mom picked me up after school.
When school was over and the last bell rang, I gathered my things
and headed out to the curb. I glanced around but didn't see my mom, so I
parked myself under a tree until she got there.
While I was waiting, a boy from my English class walked up and sat
down 'indian-style' next to me in the grass. I looked over at him, but
didn't say anything. He just sat and stared at me, and I flipped through
the pages of a book. I wasn't surprised when he broke the silence.
"So what were you thinking about in there, you looked kind of 'out
of it'."
I thought for a moment, trying to figure out what to say, then
responded the best way I could. "Do I know you?" God! Did I sound like an
idiot or what? Too big for my britches? Maybe.
He stared blankly at me. "I'm in your English class, Tracy. My
name is Mark?" He said it as a question, so I just nodded and smiled as I
closed my book.
"Well, Mark, I was actually thinking about how ridiculous it is
that I don't really have any friends at this school, and everyone treats
me like I'm some kind of contaminated piece of flesh."
His eyes went wide, and Mark just sat there, his mouth agape. I
could tell he wasn't sure what to say, but that was quite okay with me. It
was just then that my mom pulled up to the curb and honked the horn.
I stood up and turned to face Mark. "Don't worry, I don't know you
well enough to assume that you'd feel anything like everyone else I know."
I started walking away and heard him say something, but it was
quiet, so I turned around to look at him. "What did you say?" It could
have sounded somewhat accusatory, but I didn't mean for it to come out
that way.
I watched his eyes drop, and his cheeks flush a faint hint of
pink. "I said I think you're very pretty."
I wasn't real sure how to continue that conversation, so I just
smiled, and said "Thanks" before turning to walk away. As I got to the
car, I opened the door and turned my head to look, and Mark was still
sitting under the tree watching me leave.
"I think you're cute, too." I giggled like a 8 year old school
girl and slid my butt into the car as I watched his mouth drop open and
his eyes get wide. My mom laughed a little and we took off. On the way to
the house, I explained to her what had happened, and she just laughed and
shook her head.
I didn't tell her what I was really thinking about in class that
day, it didn't really seem appropriate for me to tell my mom. We rode in
silence, with an occasional giggle from me until we got to the house to
pick up dad.
I got myself into the back seat, and watched dad emerge from the
house. He was wearing jeans and a t-shirt, and so was my mom. I was still
wearing my school uniform, but for a uniform, it was extraordinarily
comfortable. Dad got in the car, and we headed over to the James' house.
When we got there, Mrs. James was not home, she had taken another
shift at the hospital, and the pizza was already there. Mr. James offered
me a soda and a plate of pizza, and asked if I'd like to watch some DVDs
on the entertainment center in his room, that's where the biggest
television in the house was.
I agreed, and passed him a knowing glance, and as he cocked his
head to the side a bit, I felt my clit harden and my lips rub together. He
was so cruel, but he knew that. I grabbed the bag of dvds from the movie
place and headed to his room to eat and watch movies while they did the
'adult stuff'.
After sifting through the bag and coming up with a couple of
movies, I put one into the player, and sat on the floor at the foot of the
bed. I crossed my legs at my ankles in front of me and nibbled the pizza.
My mom came up about an hour later and asked if there was anything I
needed, and had brought me a drink. I took it, and watched her roam back
downstairs. It was obvious, my mom was getting trashed. I could always
tell by that look on her face.
I finished eating, and pulled a couple pillows down onto the floor
and kept watching the movie, but laid on my side. Mr. James came in
another hour later to make sure everything was okay. He stopped briefly in
the doorway when he saw me laying at the foot of his bed, and it occured
to me that he could have very easily seen right up my skirt from that
angle. I was a little embarassed, but something told me that I didn't have
to be.
I smiled and sat up, told him everything was fine, and switched to
a different movie. I laid back down and positioned myself on my back to
stretch out, and as my arm stretched under the bed, I felt a box.
I pulled up the dust ruffle, and saw several of them under the
bed. I shook it a little, but it didnt make any noise. It looked like a
box from Bloomingdale's or Macy's and I couldn't help myself, I was a
shop-a-holic.
When I opened the box, I was surprised to find several phalluses
with knobs on the end. When i turned one, it started vibrating. After
puting two and two together, I guessed this was a box of sex toys that the
James' used.
I wasn't sure whether to be excited or disgusted.. but i started
touching the tip, and it vibrated against my finger. It tickled a little,
then i remembered some of the pictures I saw and how they were being used.
I wondered...