Chapter 9	Riding In Cars With Boys


	Monday morning I woke up feeling a little depressed. Not from what the Babel twins had done to me. Well that was part of it; leaving me on the edge like that, holding my dress up, was just plain mean. But mostly it was because it was the last week of summer vacation and the start of another boring year of school was only 7 days away. On top of that Ashley and her family always took their vacation that week so I knew I wasn't going to see her again until the first day of school. I called Courtney to see if she wanted to meet me at the pool but she had to baby sit her little brothers all day. I did play with my new toy for a while, imagining it was Kyle and Jeff bending me over the trunk of Mr. Sanders' Mustang. I'm not sure why but watching myself in that mirror always made cum even harder when I saw the expression on my face as it first began.
	
But after that I was just plain bored. I even cleaned the house for my mom and did some laundry. I remember I took a shower after that because when I got into the tub I finally thought of something fun to do. I hadn't shaved my legs in a week and needed to do it. My hair is so fine anyway that going a week was no big deal for me. But for some reason I decided not to stop with just my legs. I knew that a lot of the older girls were doing it. Courtney's older sister Jamie said she did it so they wouldn't stick out of her suit. I was so sparse down there that I couldn't really use that as an excuse but I figured I could use it as one if my mom ever asked. I think the real reason that Jamie did it is the same reason I have ever since then; it feels soft, smooth and most of all sexy.

Just staring at it in my mirror made me drip. My slit comes up kind of high in front and with no fuzz there it looked like it was just begging for attention. I hadn't masturbated standing up for a long time but I did that day. I'm not sure why Mr. Sanders' comment about my being an exhibitionist popped into my head at that point. Maybe I was imagining someone watching me masturbate through the reflection in my mirror. Like that was even possible unless they were standing on the branch outside my window. Whatever it was somehow I started thinking about that pair of cut-offs and the t-shirt that got me grounded. And once I started thinking about them it was only a matter of minutes before I was wearing them. I remember telling myself that I just wanted to see if they looked any different now that I was `bald'. But even as I was squirming into those cut-offs I knew that was a lie. They weren't any different. I was. And I wanted somebody else to see it.

When I pulled that tight t-shirt on and saw my hard nips poking through it I guess I kind of went a little crazy. I was feeling really slutty by then and just couldn't seem to stop myself. I ran down stairs and grabbed my mom's sewing scissors. When I got back up stairs I went to work on my t-shirt. The first time I tried it on it still seemed too long. I was trying to make a real `belly' shirt out of it, not just a short t-shirt. The second time I tried it on I knew I had gone too far. I wanted it to be about 4 inches above my waist. Instead it was 4 inches below my breasts. You couldn't really see anything. Even if I raised my arms they were still covered. But the bottom didn't snug against my ribs anymore; it just hung straight down from my nips and looked slutty.

At least that is the first thing that I thought when I looked in the mirror. I don't remember how long I debated going outside like that. I think deep down I knew I was going to do it in the end but I was scared to death that someone we knew would see me and tell my mom. In the end the slut in me took over (like it always does). It was almost like I couldn't stop myself from going out the back door, behind the garage and through the bushes into the alley. I know it sounds crazy but once I was out there the fear kind of went away completely. I was on one of my `plateaus' again. I don't really remember much about the walk. I remember some cars slowing down and honking. I think a few guys yelled stuff at me but I really wasn't paying attention. At some level I was because I could feel my shorts getting wet from the gusset rubbing on my clit. It just didn't register as something I should be concerned with.  I felt hot, sexy and slutty and nothing else mattered. 

Somewhere along the way I must have started thinking about the lie I had told my mom about playing baseball with the boys in the park. At least that is the only way I can explain it, because when I finally `came to' I was standing next to one of the baseball fields at Big Sky High School. There weren't any boys there. They were all over at the football field dressed up in their uniforms and helmets practicing for their first game. I remember I was standing there alone, staring at them across the baseball and soccer fields and suddenly I didn't feel like I was hot and sexy anymore. I just felt slutty. And then I felt foolish. And then I felt scared. It wasn't panic exactly but it was close enough to it that I didn't waste any time turning for home. 

Crazy thoughts were running through my brain again. I could feel the team chasing after me, tackling me, stripping me and then passing me back and forth between them like one of their footballs. By the time I pushed through the bushes I was winded, sweaty and my hair was a mess. I remember I was leaning back against the garage wall, trying to get my breath back and wondering how I could have been so stupid when I heard him laugh. Mr. Sanders was standing next to his garbage cans with a black plastic garbage bag in his hand. He dropped the bag in the can and walked across our back yard,

"This ought to be good. Ok, out with it. What have you been up to? You look like a little whore dressed like that."

	So I told him how I had been thinking about what he had said on Saturday. That I was an exhibitionist and how one thing just kind of led to another and before I really knew it I was walking down the street with everything I had on show. That it was fun at first but then I got scared and ran home. I never had a father and Mr. Sanders didn't act like one very often but he did that day. I still remember the shiver I felt when he put his arm around me and hugged me. And even though his words didn't sound very `fatherly' I knew he meant them that way.

"You can really be a stupid little slut sometimes, Candy. Do you know that? I told you I would help you but I can't do it if I am not there. You are lucky somebody didn't grab you and throw you in the back of their van. You could have been raped, murdered and thrown into the Clark Fork. And not necessarily in that order."

He squeezed my shoulder when he said that and grinned at me. It took me a minute to get his joke and when I finally did he spanked me really hard and said,

"Seriously, Candy, don't ever do anything like that again. Trust me, there are a lot of scary people out there and you aren't ready for them. Now, aren't you supposed to be helping me wash my truck?"

I gave him my sweetest `Yes, sir' and he told me to go put my suit on. I didn't need to ask which one. When I got back outside he looked at my suit and then up at me and grinned. He was washing the hood and told me that I could help him rinse it off. Helping him meant standing in front of the grill so he could hose me at the same time. He made me stay in front of the truck. People were starting to come home from work and seeing me all but naked bent over the tailgate with a sponge in my hand wasn't a good idea. So he did all of the washing. But whenever it came time to rinse the next section it seemed that the grill needed to be rinsed again too.  For the first time that I could remember we talked about stuff; nothing dramatic; cheerleading, Ashley, my mom, Debbie, the neighbors. Well we really didn't talk about them as much as gossiped. I was feeling normal again by then. Well, normal for me; slutty, naughty, and wetter than my suit. 

	When he finished the wheels he walked into his garage and came back out with a step ladder and his chamois. He set the ladder up next to the cab on the driver's side and then looked down at me.

"It's time for you to do some work, slut. Down in the basement you will find a can of foam cleaner, a soft brush and a towel. And don't do what I know you always do when you get down there."

I knew `where' in the basement I would find them and I knew why he had said that. Or at least I thought I did until I got down there. What I didn't expect was the surprise that he left for me. On the seat of the chair next to the cleaning stuff was one of Mr. Bailey's pictures from the car show. It was of me of course. I had cum all over my face, my suit was hanging around my knees, I was bent over the trunk of Mr. Sander's car and Kyle was buried all the way inside me with a stupid grin on his face giving thumbs up to the camera. My pussy quivered, my knees turned to rubber and I was just about to give in to the temptation when,

"Don't even think about it, Candy. You can play with yourself later."

I hadn't heard him come in behind me. He knew what my reaction would be and was back to playing with me. I gave him my best puppy dog face but he wasn't buying it.

"C'mon, you have work to do first. I want that stain off of my seat."

He gave me a spank as I walked by him and then pulled the back of my suit down below my cheeks as he followed me up the stairs. When we got up there I saw that he had opened the passenger side door and put the ladder next to the cab so I would be at least partly covered. But still, it wouldn't take anyone more than a second glance to see right through it. I shouldn't have worried. As soon as I bent over to spray the cleaner on the seat he leaned against one of the steps, shielding me from the street. And then I learned the real reason for the ladder. It gave him access. As I tried to get his seat cleaned he tried to drive me crazy. At first it was just light stinging spanks. Then he would stop, look at the stain, tell me it wasn't good enough and to keep going. Then it was spanks followed by tugs on the back of my suit. Then more spanks and more tugs until the front came down too. All that time I had to keep scrubbing. When he finally got my pants around my knees he told to spread my legs and finger fucked me to a wonderful creamy orgasm.

I was still lying over the seat trying to catch my breath when he said,

"I think that's good enough. Get yourself together and bring that stuff into my garage, there's something I want to show you."

I had a pretty good idea what it was that he wanted to show me and that time at least he didn't surprise me. The truck was blocking us from the street so unless someone walked all the way up they couldn't see us.  As soon as I put the cleaning stuff down on his work bench he spun me around, pushed me over a card board box and pulled my bottoms off. I don't know what made me do it but instead of spreading my legs for him I looked back over my shoulder,

"I was kind of hoping we could do it the way we did in the dugout."

He knew what I wanted and he knew why. We had become closer than we ever had before that afternoon. The playing and the talking and the teasing were all fun. But the way he hugged me when I came home so scared made me melt inside and I wanted more of that feeling. He gave me one of his honest smiles, grabbed a pig tail and pulled me to him. I think I loved him at that moment. I held my arms out so he could pick me up and then held my legs out so he could use me.

"Don't get used to this, little slut. I like doing it the from behind."

	I didn't. I took it for the gift that it was. I wrapped my legs around his waist, my arms around his neck and whispered,

	"Thank you."

	He laughed so hard when I said that I thought he was going to drop me but he didn't. Instead he threw me one of the longest, hardest and best fucks of my life. I still remember it and even dream about it sometimes. He held me up and bounced me around that garage for what seemed like forever. He was laughing and I was squealing so loud that he had to squat down, grab my bottoms off the garage floor and stick them in my mouth to keep me quiet. I think I saw every inch of his garage that afternoon. If my back wasn't up against the glass in the side door it was against one of the walls or lying on the workbench. And when he finally came it was exquisite. Instead of just pushing me to the floor the way he usually did, he laid me back on that cardboard box and came inside of me with a look that I had never seen before. It only lasted those few seconds, long enough for him to finish in me, long enough for each of us to see that there was something more than just lust between us. 

	I can't be sure but he almost looked a little embarrassed when he pulled out of me. But if he did, it didn't last long. His leer was back as he reached over, pulled my bikini bottoms out my mouth, cleaned himself off with them and then dropped them back on my face.

	"You better get yourself cleaned up. I have no idea what time it is and your mom could be driving up at any moment."

	He was right and I knew it. I pushed myself up on my elbows but that was as far as I got. My legs were still trembling and they were splayed wide open. But what stopped me dead was the way my bald slit looked with all of his cum oozing out of me. It was like I was mesmerized by it. Mr. Sanders had gone over by the workbench to put his shorts on and when he turned around to see why I wasn't moving he saw what I was starting at. 

"When the hell did you do this? You never had much anyway but I can't believe I didn't notice."

	"This morning. Do you like it? I know a lot of the older girls are doing it."

	He reached down and used his thumb to spread his come all over my slit, clit and mons. Then he grinned at me,

	"Like it? Yeah, I like it. This is permanent. If I ever find even on nub down here you'll get a double. Understand?"

	I nodded my head at him and grinned. I swear sometimes I am more puppy dog than anything else. Nothing seems to make me happier then pleasing men.

	"Now get up and get dressed! I mean it, Candy, I have no idea what time it is."

	I pulled my suit on and found my flip flops. As I stood up with them in my hands he came over to me and leaned down with his hands on my shoulders.

	"Candy?"

	I thought that he was going to kiss me. Instead he gave me one of his evil grins,

	"You're still a little slut!"

	Then he spun me around, spanked me really hard and pushed me out of his garage.

	I was still smiling when my mom got home an hour later but I couldn't tell her why. I had seen the look in his eye for that one moment. I may have been a slut to him but I was his slut.

The next morning I ran down his basement steps in just my t-shirt. I told myself that it was because I was in a hurry but the real reason was because of how naughty it made me feel. It barely covered my cheeks and the cool morning air felt wonderful on my bald slit. But when I got down there it was to find GHS pinned to the door. I knew that I couldn't expect him to spend all of his free time with me. But given what happened the day before I was disappointed. Still, standing there in that little t-shirt with my cooter getting creamy and my nips poking through pulled me out of it pretty fast. I leaned back against the concrete wall, pulled my t-shirt up and spread my legs. As always doing it outdoors made me cum fast. Plus I knew now that if the garbage men or the meter man or whoever did find me, it was far more likely that they would bend me over with my hands against the wall and my legs spread, then that they would report me to my mom. Especially if I turned around and bent over for them first, like I knew I would.

I met Courtney at the pool. Courtney was about 6 inches taller than Ashley and I. She was thin and didn't have very much up top yet, but she was by far the prettiest of the 3 of us. She had been going with Joe Gleason since we were in the 6th grade and at the time we were all sure that they would get married someday. When I got there they had grabbed a corner by the fence, as far away from the life guard stand as they could get, and were already playing. They weren't doing anything serious, just kissing and a little rubbing when they thought no one was looking. Courtney had been letting Joe under her shirt since Christmas and had been talking about letting him go to the next step all summer, but she hadn't let him yet. She was afraid that if he told any of his friends the word would get out and everyone in school would think she was a slut. Like Ashley, there was no way that I could tell her what I had been up to all summer long.

I threw my towel down next to Courtney. Joe said hi and asked me how I was doing. Joe was a nice guy, not so full of himself like most of the guys in our class. He wasn't very tall but he was easily the best player on our basketball team. He was really fast and always scored the most points. Courtney was proud of him, though she would never tell him that. I could tell that he would have been happier if I hadn't showed up and spoiled his fun with her. I remember it was really crowded. With school starting the pool would close down so everyone was trying to get their last few days in. Courtney was lying on her back with her arm shielding her eyes from the sun and Joe was leaning on his elbow looking over at me. I knew what he was thinking,

"It's too crowded out here anyway Joe. I bet if you two went in the water you could have a lot more fun."

Joe laughed and Courtney flew up and punched me in the arm,

" I can't believe you said that!"

I faked like it really hurt but I could see in her eyes that she was glad that I had said it. I put lotion on my legs and arms, rolled over on my tummy and looked at her,

"Well, the least you can do for hitting me is but some lotion on my back."

When she got up to my shoulders I whispered to her,

"Just do it. You know you want to. And no one will be able to see under the water."

She gave me kind of scared look and then it changed into a naughty smile followed by a grin. The three of us lay there together for a while but it was really hot. It seemed like it was the hottest day of the summer so far and finally Courtney couldn't stand it anymore and suggested that we all get in the pool and cool off for a while. She looked at me when she said it and I knew that she was hoping I would say no. I would have anyway. I was pretty sure that it wasn't the heat on her skin that was bothering her. 

I made the excuse that I didn't want to waste my lotion so soon after putting it on. That was all that Joe needed to hear. He pulled Courtney up and the two of them waded in near the little kids. I watched them float out to the drop off near the deep end and snuggle up together next to the wall. I was right; with so many people in the pool and the water all churned up no one could see anything unless they swam right up next them under the water. I found out from Courtney later that she put her hand inside Joe's suit for the first time too.

I laid there looking away from the pool through the fence for as long as I could take it. I remember there were some 5th or 6th grade boys playing soccer and 3 or 4 girls their age watching them. I was wondering what the girls were thinking about when I dozed off for a bit. The sound of the soccer ball crashing into the fence not 3 feet from my head woke me up. When I pushed up to see what had happened it was to see one of the boys picking up the ball. He apologized for scaring me but the whole time he was staring at my chest. When I sat up and turned round I saw why. The cups of my suit had pushed out almost to my nipples. Two inches of the tan line from my blue suit had drawn his eyes in like a magnet. Looking down I saw that I had a camel-toe again. I felt my nips get hard and when I saw them poking against my suit I couldn't stop myself. I decided to leave my suit just the way it was and play my `clueless' game. 

I put lotion on my tummy and chest, laid down on my back and spread my legs a couple of feet apart. Knowing that anyone who looked would see my camel-toe made my nips rock hard and I watched them push against my top until they were clearly visible. As soon as I saw that I felt my pussy get wet. I knew that with the liner no one would be able to see if anything leaked out but something in me made me want to try. I lay back down, closed my eyes and began fantasizing that everyone was staring at my nips, camel-toe and the growing wet spot in my suit, willing it to happen. I could feel my nips getting harder and my pussy wetter and that's when I felt a shadow fall over me. When I opened my eyes I was staring at the crotch of a high school boy. He looked old enough to be a senior. I wasn't sure but it seemed like his trunks looked pretty full in front and a fleeting thought went through my head that it was because of me. He introduced himself as Brian and asked if he could join me. Before I could answer he sat down on Courtney's towel.

"You are by far the prettiest girl at this pool, do you know that?"

I remember feeling flustered. No one had ever told me I was pretty before. I had always compared myself to Courtney and Ashley and didn't think I was. And then I felt like an idiot because I didn't have the slightest idea what to say back to him. So I decided to be honest and pointed out towards Courtney and Joe,

"Uh, thank you but my friend Courtney is a lot prettier than me."

"No she's not. Besides it looks like she's taken. And she certainly doesn't have a set of tits as big as yours."

If I was flustered before I was really flustered when he said that. I wasn't sure if I should be offended or turned on by it. I was proud of my `girls' and the way they had grown so much the past year. I had secretly been hoping that they would eventually be D-cups like my mom's before they stopped. I felt my cheeks get red and then those two little traitors made my decision for me. I was turned on by what he had said and by how boldly he was staring at them. He didn't give me a chance to reply. He leaned down on his elbow and grinned at me,

"So, you haven't told me your name yet."

"Oh, sorry. It's, Candy. Candy Krieger."

"I thought so."

I remember feeling like my brain sort of slowed down and came to a stop at that comment. It seemed like every time he spoke he was knocking me off balance somehow.

"You thought so?"

"Yeah, we have some mutual friends and they described you to me. As soon as I saw you sitting over here with those rock hard pokies and that pouty camel-toe I knew it had to be you."

I wasn't just off balance when he said that, I was embarrassed. I knew that there was no way my `clueless' game was going to work with him. He knew that I knew what I looked like and that I had been purposely displaying it.  But I was just going into the 8th grade and he was in high school. I couldn't imagine what mutual friends we could possibly have.

"Mutual friends?"

"Yeah, Jeremy and John Babel. Jeremy said he finger banged you behind Loyola High School last Sunday. John said you gave him your panties and then held your dress up and spread your legs so Jeremy could do you. Is that true?"

In the space of a few minutes I had gone from flustered to off balance to embarrassed. Now he had pushed me to humiliated. I remember my cheeks feeling hotter than they ever had before. Jeremy and John were telling their friends and I was sure that before school even started everyone in Missoula would know that I was a slut. I knew that I couldn't lie to him. It was obvious that he knew the truth. Even so I tried to get myself out of it somewhat but that didn't work at all.

"Yes, but they blackmailed me."

"Yeah, I know. They told me that too. They told me that you were flashing your panties at them all through Mass. Kind of like the way you've been flashing that camel-toe at everyone today. You knew what you were doing didn't you?"

He had me just where he wanted me.  I knew it was only the beginning and that it was going to get worse. I couldn't look at him. I didn't want to. I knew that if I did he would see the humiliation in my eyes. And I also knew that he would see how turned on I was from it. I looked down at my traitors and whispered,

"Yes."

He put his hand under my chin and forced my head up,

"What was that? I didn't hear that. Did you say that you purposely flashed your panties at them in church? Just like you purposely spread your legs today so that everyone here could see that sweet little slit of yours?"

He was leering at me and I knew I was in trouble. I knew that he could read me; that he could see the embarrassment and humiliation that I was feeling and knew what it was doing to me. I didn't have to look. I knew that a small wet spot was visible now and growing. He wouldn't let go of my chin, forcing me to look at him.

"Yes, I did it on purpose."

"Both times? Last Sunday and today?"

"Yes, both times."

"You know what I think, Candy?"

I knew it was coming. To be honest I think I knew it as soon as he told me he knew Jeremy and John.

"I think you are a little slut aren't you? And I think that you have had more than just a couple of fingers stuffed in that wet cunt of yours. Tell me the truth, Candy. You're not a virgin are you?"

I couldn't help it. He had seen the wet spot on my suit. He had looked right at it and then grinned at me. I don't know how, but he could tell by looking at me that I wanted him by then. He just wanted to have some fun tormenting me first. 

"No."

"That's what I thought. So let's play a game. John gave me your pretty pink panties. I have them in my gym bag over in the locker room."

I remember my mouth literally dropping open. I couldn't believe that John Babel was passing my panties around to his friends so they could blackmail me too.

"So here's what we are going to do. You have 3 choices. One, I put them in a big envelope and mail them to your mom's work. Two, I write your name on them and run them up the flag pole Sunday night so everybody will see them when they show up for the first day of school. Three, you meet me in the parking lot in 5 minutes."

He didn't wait for an answer. He pinched my left nipple, grinned at me one last time, got up and walked away. I knew I didn't have any choice. If my mom got them delivered to her at work and opened the envelope in front of her co-workers I would be grounded for the rest of my life. And I knew that the flag pole prank wasn't just an idle threat either. Jamie had told us how it happens a couple of times each year at Big Sky. The janitor would take them to the principal as soon as he put the flag up and everyone would know who they belonged to as soon as the first hall pass to the office was delivered.  To be honest, I was glad that he hadn't left me an out. I was pretty sure that he had a lot more on his mind than fingering me and just thinking about it was making my wet spot grow.

I put on my flip-flops, threw my towel in my backpack and held it in front of me. When I got over to Courtney and Joe they had to pull their tongues out of each other's throats before they could talk to me. I told them I had a killer headache from the sun and was going home. Joe didn't say anything but I could tell that he wasn't disappointed. Still holding my bag in front of me I walked around the pool and past the big water slides. When I got to the girls locker room I couldn't help it. I set my bag down on the floor and looked in one of the big mirrors outside the shower room. My hair was still ok but I moved the cups of my top back in over the tan lines. Then I retied it in back tight enough to pull the girls up for maximum cleavage.  

I thought about flattening out my bottoms to get rid of the camel-toe but I didn't think about it very long. He was hot looking. I was hot for him. He knew I was a slut from what the Babel brothers had told him and I had just put my breasts on display for him. The last thing I wanted to do was smooth my bottoms out. Instead I took the gusset with one hand and the waist band with the other and sawed my suit back and forth a couple of times pushing it deeper into my slit. Looking at myself in that mirror I saw the slut that everyone kept telling me I was. I couldn't help it. With my camel-toe so blatantly on display like that it was all I could do not to push my hand down inside my bottoms and masturbate to my own reflection.  

The sound of three or four giggling grade school girls coming into the locker room behind me ruined that idea and probably saved me from having my panties sent to my mom's work. Brian had only given me 5 minutes and I knew that I was getting close to his time limit. Holding my bag in front of me again I walked past the cashier and out to the sidewalk. I didn't see him at first and I remember worrying that I had taken too long and that he was already at the post office. When he yelled at me I spun around and saw him at the far end of the parking lot. He was leaning against an old green car. I hooked my bag over my shoulder and it's possible that I swayed my hips a little, but not for long. 

As I walked towards him I could see him grinning at me. I thought it was because of the way I was moving my hips and self-consciously stopped doing it. But his grin had nothing to do with the way I was walking. When I got up to him he pushed himself off the car, reached out with both hands and began squeezing my breasts. I remember nervously looking around to see if anyone was watching but did nothing to stop him. I was pretty worked up by then and it felt good.
	
"I knew you would come, slut. What, don't want mommy to know that you are missing your pretty pink panties? I don't know what I want to play with first, these nice big titties of yours or this wet little cunt."
	
He reached down with his right hand and stroked me. It wasn't hard for him to find the right spot with that 3 inch long furrow I had made for him. He grinned at me again when I spread my legs for him and then leaned down and gave me my first `French' kiss, pushing his tongue into my mouth and sucking mine back into his. I'm sure he would have played with me out there until I came for him but a mini-van full of kids and their mom drove in and he had to let me go,
	
"Get in; we're going for a ride."
	
When I turned to walk around the car he reached down and gave me a hard spank right in front of that mom and all of those kids. I squealed and made it worse by calling attention to myself. Looking over at her in the driver's seat I could see shock in her eyes followed by a smile when she saw the blush and embarrassment on my face. I was hoping that she thought that Brian was my older brother peeved that he had to pick me up at the pool. He made me stand next to the passenger door while he started the car and then leaned over and unlocked it. With that mom still staring at me I opened it up and got in as quickly as I could. 
	
It was huge inside. The front seat was almost as long as my bed and the back seat wasn't much shorter. Brian saw me looking at and grinned,

	"Yeah, it's big enough for what you are thinking but we'll do that another time."

	I know I blushed when he said that because he looked at me and grinned a little. I was embarrassed that he had read my mind so quickly but the real reason was because he had said "another time." The thought that he had plans for `us'; that he wasn't just going to fuck me and dump me, sent my blood straight to my cheeks. Clueless I know, but at that time I was hoping that Brian was going to be my first boyfriend. We turned left onto Bancroft and had just reached the speed limit when he looked over at me and said,

	"So what are you Candy, a sophomore this year?"

	I remember that I actually giggled that he thought I was so much older.

	"No, I'm going into eighth grade at Washington Middle School."

	He didn't slam on the brakes but he let up on the gas so fast that it was almost like he had. He pulled over to the curb, shut the engine off and looked at me.

	"Eighth Grade? How old are you?"

	"13. My birthday was last Tuesday."

	"Last Tuesday? You mean you just turned 13? I'm gonna kill those fuckers. I swear to God I am going to strangle the both of them.With titties like yours I thought you were at least 16. They didn't tell me you were jailbait! 

	His eyes kept dropping to my breasts and back up at my eyes. I could tell he was having second thoughts and I remember feeling worried. Not just because I was creaming for him but because I was losing my chance at an older boyfriend. Attempting one more try at my `clueless' game I turned to face him as much as I could. Teasing him with my `titties' but more so with the wet spot on my camel toe. I didn't fool him that time either.  He read right through me. Staring at my wet slit for a couple of seconds he looked back up at me and leered,

"God, you are a little slut, aren't you? At least they told me the truth about that."

He put the car back in gear and pulled away from the curb. As we drove past Big Sky High School he pulled the cup of my top off of my left breast and began squeezing it and pulling on my nipple, laughing at me when I moaned. When we crossed South Ave. he told me told take my right one out too. I knew people on the side walk and in some of the cars could see that I was topless and what he was doing to me. And he noticed how crazy it was making me. He pulled really hard on my nipple, taking me right to the edge,

"Are you going to cum for me, Candy?"

I was so close and then he dropped me like a stone when he let go. I knew that he was playing with me and I wanted to play. When we got to Central he looked past me and put his turn signal on.
"Isn't that your school over there? I bet some of your teachers are there getting ready for next week. Should we drive through the circle and see if any of them are around?"

I knew he wouldn't do that. At least I hoped he wouldn't do that. (Crazy thoughts, I wanted him to. I wanted them to see me and know that I was a slut. And most of all I wanted the male teachers to drag me into the boy's locker room and use me every day until I graduated.)

"Brian, no, you wouldn't."

"No, I wouldn't. But let's see what else I can get you to do."

I remember that we were in the middle of the intersection when he reached down and pulled the bow on the left side of my suit. 

"Now you do the other one."

I did. He knew that I wanted to. I didn't even pretend to hesitate. And I knew what he wanted after that. When both sides were loose I spread my legs, pulled the front of my suit down between my thighs and started to cream when he ordered me to masturbate for him.  When we crossed Strand I started to quiver. My house was less than 3 blocks away and I remember wishing that my mom would be pushing Debbie in the stroller and see me; all but naked in the front seat of a car masturbating for a high school boy. I came. Hard. It was one of my major gushers, soaking my fingers and my suit and the fact that he was watching me only made it stronger. Feeling the embarrassment rush to my cheeks I looked over at him. I know my expression had to look like I was in pain because he was laughing at me,

"Well, I guess there is no hiding it when you have an orgasm, Candy. It's a good thing I have vinyl seats. Now tie your bottoms up, put your tits back in your top and try not to cum again until we get there."

Up until then I hadn't really thought about where we were going. I remember that when he said that I realized that I had assumed that he was taking me to his house, that his parents were at work and that he was going to take me straight to his bedroom. But when he turned left at Beckwith I started to worry. And when we turned right onto Edith and then right again at Florence I knew where he was taking me and I started to squirm. He pulled over across the street from the Parish parking lot, turned the car off and grinned at me. I remember looking at him as my face flushed, 

"No, Brain, not here. Please!"

I don't know why I always think that guys will show mercy to me. Even back then I should have known better after everything that Mr. Sanders had put me through that summer. Brian may have been younger but he was no different. Looking past the cars I could see the school buses parked next to the little alley that ran between the back of the church and the high school. The same alley that ran back to the opening between the maintenance sheds where the Babel twins had humiliated me.

"You know where to go, Candy. Start walking and I will be there in a minute. I want to watch that cute little ass of yours walk away from me." 

I remember I tried to beg him one more time, telling him that if Father Morton saw me back there he would be sure to tell my mom and I would be grounded forever. He didn't care. Instead he got a little angry, reached over and pulled the bow on the left side of my suit,

"There, hold that together while you walk over there. It will give you something else to worry about besides Father Morton. And when you get there let it drop, put your hands on the wall and spread your legs. I want you ready for me when I get there."

He was right about that. It did give me something else to think about besides Father Morton. The whole way back there I was now afraid that he would come out through the walkway and not just see me in my bathing suit, but holding on to half of it to keep it from dropping open. I turned to look back at Brian one time, to see if he was still there more than anything. I knew it was useless to hope that he might not make me do it. He was still there, watching me, and waved me on with his hand. I was crazy by then. I remember creaming at the thought that someone, anyone, would come out of the church or the high school, pass through the covered walkway and see me. See me pretend to be startled so that I would drop my suit to the ground in front of them. And then drag me between the sheds themselves. No one did, but I know that deep down inside I wanted them to.

When I got between the sheds I did what he had told me. I dropped my suit to the ground and bent over with my hands on the wall. But somehow by then just doing what he had said wasn't good enough for me. I was so worked up that I wanted to be even sluttier for him (and for me). So I pulled the cups aside letting my girls free, spread my legs even wider and then turned my toes in like Mr. Sanders had taught me. As soon as I did that I felt my lips open up and my cream begin to ooze down my thighs. I don't think I rubbed myself for 30 seconds before I went over the top and my legs got coated. I was still shivering when Brian showed up. All he said was,

"Nice, you look good with your pants around your ankles. Better get used to it, I have a feeling you are going to be wearing them like this a lot."

Then I heard him un-wrapping a condom and looked back at him.

"You don't need that. I am on the pill."

"On the pill? You're kidding me. How did you manage that? You can't get the pill without permission until you are like 16 or 17."

I explained to him about my mom and her not wanting me to get pregnant as young as she did, but the whole time I was kind of rocking from one leg to the other because the last thing I wanted to do was talk about my mom. I wanted him to fuck me.  He said something about sluts running in my family and how that explained why I was standing there with my hands on a wall and my bottoms around my ankle. I really don't remember it all. Mostly it was a lot of stuff to make me feel embarrassed and slutty. The whole time he was doing it I was just getting hornier and finally I couldn't take it anymore and begged him,

"Brian, please stop teasing me!"

He was sliding the head of his cock between my gap by then. It was no longer teasing it was becoming torture. But he wasn't through with me yet. He never was. In the few years that I knew him he never tired of making me crazy before he would use me.

"Teasing you? Is that what I am doing? Is there something else you would like me to do?"

"Yes, you know there is."

"Then say it. I want to hear you say it, Candy slut."

So I told him what he wanted to hear. Like that is a surprise. And it wasn't like I was lying,

"Brian, please. Please stop teasing me and fuck me!"

He did. Hard. He grabbed my hips and pretty much pummeled me with that thing. But even though he was rough with me it felt good. It was almost as good as when Mr. Sanders fucked me so hard in his garage. I think that was when I first began to realize that that is the way I like it the best. When he came in me he pulled me back against him and held my hips so hard I thought they were going to end up bruised. He spanked me when he pulled out of me and then made me turn around and clean him off. That was something he always made me do after that, even when he would fuck me in front of his friends. I suppose I shouldn't admit it but I liked doing it for him. Beside the fact that his cum and my juices tasted good together, it made me feel super slutty to do it, especially in front of an audience (like that's a shock!)

And then he hit me with a surprise. One of the reasons that he wanted me to walk to the sheds first (besides the obvious ones of watching me trying to hold my suit together and making me feel humiliated) was so that he could call Jeremy and John Babel. He told them that I was his now, and that if they ever said anything more to me other than `hello' they would regret it. He also told them that if they ever told anyone else about fingering me between the sheds after church or about me giving them my panties they would regret it even more. I gave him a hug when he said that and he kissed me for the second time. I knew that they would have kept blackmailing me as long as they could and given their reputation it wouldn't be fun. But that was all in the background. What I heard and devoured was that he had told them that I was `his now'. I was only 13. What I heard was that I was `his girlfriend'. As it turned out he was 19 and entering his freshman year at the U of M. What he meant was that I was `his slut'. It took me a while to understand the difference but by then I didn't care. Besides, if it hadn't been for Brian I never would have met Pete. (But that was not until I was 17 so I will get to that later.)

Brian let me get dressed and we walked back to his car. He had his arm around me and told me what a `hot little slut' I was, how tight my pussy was and how we were going to be having a lot more `fun' together. All of it making me feel warm, loved, creamy and hot at the same time. I thought that I had my first boyfriend, and not just any boyfriend but a high school boyfriend. (I didn't find out till later that he was older than that.) When we got to his car he told me that he would take me home but I wouldn't let him. I told him that if the neighbors saw me getting out of his car they would be sure to tell my mom, so he dropped me off at the corner of Bancroft and North Ave. That way if anyone saw me it would look like I was coming home from the pool. He kissed me again and told me that he would call me. 

