A Five Dollar Pair of Shoes,Ch 2

The darkness of the gym was perfect for the events of the evening.  Bubba lee and his date, Camile, and three other couples were already there.
Billy headed for them, pulling Carrie along behind.  -Man, I thought you got lost or sumpin'  -Yeah, she lives way out in the sticks.  I was lucky
to find her house.  Bubba handed Billy a bottle, he up ended it and handed it to Carrie.  She stood holding it instead of drinking.

-Girl, you cain't stand there just holdin the bottle.  Drink up! Bubba Lee insisted.  Camile giggled, giving evidence of her pending intoxication.
-We's all gonna be shit faced tonight!

The band finished their prep and began to warm up when the principal stepped up on stage.  -Boys and girls, tonight's a special night...
He went on for too long, no one paying any attention to anything he said, everyone wishing he'd shut up and die.  Billy wrapped his arm around
Carrie and whispered to her, -Darlin, let's us have some good fun tonight.  Carrie took her third swig from the bottle offered to her and
felt the warm liquid slide to her tummy.  She smiled.

They danced, they drank.  The lights spun.  Billy danced with Camile, Bubba Lee danced with Carrie.  -You lookin' good little girl.  He held
her tightly against him, shoving himself tightly against her.  -You nothin' but skin and bones, girl.  He leered down at her.  -You feel good, 
spoken as a statement rather than a question as he humped against her.  Camile saw him hump against the younger girl and broke from Billy.

-Why you humpin her?  You're MY date.  Camile pushed Carrie away and took commmand of Bubba Lee, shoving her teenage crotch into the boy. Carrie
thought it was funny and began laughing.  Billy took hold of her and dragged her to a bench along the wall.  They sat in a shadow, Billy again 
forcinig her into a kiss.  She didn't resist. He ran his hand up under her dress, feeling the warm smooth tender flesh of her inner thigh.  She 
felt his hand nearing her panties... but she didn't resist.  Instead, she turned up the small bottle of vodka again, letting it carry her away.

Carrie's Dad sat looking out his window, his feet propped up on the dirty sill. He was woried about his little girl, wondering if she was dancing,
wondering if she was laughing and having a good time.  He didn't trust the boy.  He didn't know him, but knew his father was a banker in town, one
that had turned down his loan request last spring before planting time.  He had stretched his budget to buy those shoes for Carrie.  They had cost 
him his lunch money for the week at his little job at the mill.

Billy's hand made it to Carrie's upper thigh.  It was so smooth to the touch, silk, velvet, like wet oil as he slid his dirty hand toward his prize 
for the night. She was going to be so easy.  He touched her.  He felt it.  Outside her panties, he lightly ran his finger tips up her virginal slit.
He touched where no boy had ever touched before.  An involuntary move, a surprising move.  Carrie opened her legs to allow him to feel her.  She tilted
her head back, her eyes closed.  Her head swirled as the vodka overtook her senses.  He found the leg opening and pulled her white cotton panties to 
the side.  He reached in and touched it.

Bubba Lee and Camile finished the frenzied dance and waddled clumsily back towards Billy and her.  Camile saw what Billy was doing and smiled.  She
knew that Carrie was way beyond her depth and liked it.  -Budda Lee, cain't we get outta here?  Let's all go down to the river, OK?

The river had always been the favorite place for young lovers.  Quiet, out of the way, a sandy spot along the gently flowing river where young lovers
could hide and drink, get a little crazy without anyone caring.  It didn't take asking twice for Billy to jump at the chance.  He gathered Carrie up
and the four of them headed to their trucks followed by two other couples and two single guys who'd not been able to get dates.  A quick stop for beer and
a few more bottles of vodka and they were off.

-Billy, I ain't never been here at night before.  I gotta tell ya that I'm a little scared.  -Ain't no reason to be scared, Carrie.  We ain't gonna
do nothin that'll hurt ya.  You just gonna have some fun, tha's all.  He pulled her closer to him as he drove with one hand on the wheel, the other 
around her narrow shoulders, his hand inside her bra cupping her firm little breast.  -Drink some a that vodka, darlin.  You'll feel better.  Carrie 
tilted the bottle up and took two gulps from the half pint bottle.  She lay her head on Billy's sholder, beginnig to enjoyu the feeling of his hand
on her breast.  

The boys had beat them all to the river and had already shed their clothes.  Camile did the same as soon as she stepped from Bubba Lee's truck.  Both
the other two girls had already removed their clothing as they were driving.  Carrie alone wore her new dress and the red high heels her father had
bought her.   -Girl, Camile ordered -You gotta get outta them clothes.  We don't allow no clothes here at night.  Carrie's mouth drooped open at the 
thought.  Get naked?  She hadn't been naked in front of anybody since she was a little girl on the farm, washing in the big zinc tub on the kitchen floor
with her sister on Saturday night. Her mind swirling, her heart racing, she stood frozen.  

-Come on, girls.  Let's get her nekkid!  All three girls jumped toward the younger girl, tearing at her clothes, ripping the dress down the back as they
tried to get the stuck zipper down.  Carrie tried to run, her heels sticking in the sand, leaving them behind as she tried to run barefoot in the sand.
She headed toward the river, outpacing the girls, only to be dragged down by Scott and Hamilton, the two single boys.  They findished stripping her, 
flinging the remnants of her dress in the water.  Billy piled on.  -Them panties is mine.  As he pulled them down, Carries lightly haired virginal pussy came into view.  -Tha's mine to fuck first, boys.  You kin have her when Ah'm done.  



END OF CHAPTER TWO.  MORE TO FOLLOW SOON.