THAT KIND OF GIRL (or WOMAN'S BEST FRIEND}

It was Friday morning, the time was coming up to ten
o'clock. It was unusual for Vanessa to be still in bed,
but the school building, the place where she would
normally be at this time of day, had suffered minor
damages during the thunderstorm which had passed through
the area on Wednesday night. The storm had affected only
a small number of classrooms, but the people in charge
had decided to close the whole school on Friday, rather
than offering classes to only some of the pupils. This
way, they hoped the workmen would be able to do their job
without having to worry about the children getting in the
way and would finish the repairs in time for start of
class on Monday morning.

Vanessa's parents had gone about their normal business.
Her father had left early to go to work and would only be
back late in the evening, as usual. Her mother had gone
to the shopping mall. Friday was the day when she bought
the groceries for the following week and met with her
friends for lunch. It was never quite clear which of the
two was the main reason for her being out virtually all
day.

Apart from her still being in bed at this hour, there was
something else unusual about Vanessa this morning. The
cover had been thrown off the bed and was lying on the
floor. Her nighty had been pushed up to her hips and she
wasn't wearing the panties that went with the baby-doll
top. Her legs were spread as she tried to hold a mirror
in place with one hand so that she could see what her
other hand was doing.

Vanessa was trying that masturbation thing her best
friend Betsy had been going on about. Betsy had described
to her in the most vivid colors what a thrill she had
gotten out of rubbing and squeezing herself 'down there'
and had insisted she'd try it out herself. Betsy probably
wouldn't stop pestering her about this until she,
Vanessa, would confirm that she had tried it and that it
was indeed the most marvelous sensation she'd ever
experienced. Her friend had even offered to do it for
her, but the idea of letting another girl touch her 'down
there' was so outrageous, it was beyond contemplation.

Somehow this wasn't working. If Vanessa rested the mirror
on the bed between her legs, then she had to lift her
head to see it, putting a considerable strain on her
neck. This wasn't a position she could hold for anything
but a very short time. If she lifted the mirror up, she
couldn't hold it steady enough to get a good view, and
her outstretched arm would soon get tired.

Betsy hadn't said anything about using a mirror, but
Vanessa felt she needed to see what she was doing. For a
short moment she had considered going into her parents'
bedroom where the front of the whole wardrobe was one
huge mirror, but that would mean breaking one of her
mother's rules which forbade her to go in there in her
mother's absence. Maybe she would just have to feel her
way to the magic sensation without actually seeing what
she was doing.

Betsy had told her to think of sex while she was doing
it, like, being with a boy she was crazy about. Trouble
was, there wasn't any boy she was exactly *crazy* about.
She had a boyfriend - Nick was his name - but she really
only hung out with him because, when you get to a certain
age and want to be with it, you've got to have a
boyfriend.

Nick, on the other hand, had very clear ideas about what
he wanted from a girlfriend. Except that this was mostly
stuff you couldn't tell your parents about, things that
married couples do, or maybe people who are about to get
married. Nick was constantly touching her in certain
places, trying to remove her clothes so he could put his
hands on her naked skin. She had a hard time fending off
his advances and wasn't always successful.

Occasionally, Nick would take her hand and guide it down
between his legs to make her feel his erection, saying
'See, what you're doing to me.' He tried to make her feel
that, as she was responsible for his penis becoming hard,
it was also her job to offer him relief. A few times she
had conceded to taking his member into her hand and
rubbing it until it erupted, shooting some gooey white
stuff into the air.

Nick had suggested a few times that she took his stiff
penis into her mouth, but there was just no way she'd
ever agree to doing such a lewd thing. His final argument
was 'If you really loved me, then you'd do this for me.'
Vanessa loved Nick, at least she thought she did, but she
didn't see any connection between loving someone and
taking their penis into your mouth.

Vanessa had talked to her friend Betsy about Nick, saying
that she was ready to split with him because of his
indecent demands. But Betsy had told her this was quite
normal; all boys were like that. 'You see, just like
we're talking about boys, they talk about us, keeping
score of how far they got, so everyone knows what each
girl lets her boyfriend get away with. Sometimes a boy
boasts about things that didn't really happen and the
poor girl's reputation suffers for no reason,' she
explained. The important thing was not to give in too
soon, otherwise she might earn the fame of being 'easy'.
But she would have to do eventually what he wanted. That
advise had done nothing to comfort Vanessa.

Vanessa was in the middle of trying to reconcile all
these confusing feelings when the phone rang. She thought
it might be one of her classmates, or possibly Nick, and
went to the kitchen where the nearest phone was located.
She realized immediately that she was violating her
mother's rule about not coming to the public part of the
house in her sleepwear. Her mother said that neighbors or
passers-by might see her through the window and get the
wrong idea about what kind of girl she was. But as the
violation had already happened, she answered the phone
anyway. It was one of those annoying people trying to
sell her something. She informed them that there wasn't
anybody home and put the phone down.

On the way back to her room she stopped in one of the
bathrooms to check whether her nighty really made her
look indecent. The one she was wearing was the flimsiest
in her collection. She had asked her mother for
permission to dispense with sleepwear altogether, or to
sleep just in her panties during the hot spell, but her
mother explained that sleeping without clothes induced
impure thoughts and insisted that she wore a nighty as
always. To minimize the discomfort from the heat Vanessa
had selected the thinnest and shortest nighty she owned.

Looking at herself in the bathroom mirror she found that
the garment was, indeed, revealing. The sunlight coming
through the window shone right through the fabric and
clearly outlined the shape of her body. She could also
make out her dark aureoles and, because she had taken off
her panties, she could detect a wisp of pubic hair. She
definitely wouldn't want Nick to see her like this. There
was no way of knowing how he would react to such a
stimulation. Acknowledging that her mother was right, as
usual, she returned to her room, hoping she might be able
to make some progress on this masturbation project.

She flopped down on the bed, lifted her nighty and spread
her legs. Her fingers searched for the magic spot that
was supposed to give her so much pleasure. She almost
freaked out when she noticed a sensation that didn't come
from her roaming fingers. It was something soft, wet,
bang in the center between her legs. When she realized
what, or more precisely, who it was, she smiled.

"Tony! What *are* you doing? You know you're not supposed
to come in here!"

There was a rule which stated that Tony, the family
poodle, wasn't allowed in any of the bedrooms. It seemed
that she hadn't closed the door properly when she
returned to her room and Tony had managed to push the
door open wide enough to squeeze in.

The strangeness of the sensation between her legs soon
gave way to a pleasant feeling. Tony seemed to know what
he was doing. His tongue worked expertly and efficiently
and soon Vanessa found herself swooning with delight.
"Tony, oh Tony," she moaned, which seemed to spur on her
little friend to increase his efforts. Vanessa's
breathing became heavier, her moans grew louder and an
overwhelming force took control of her, making her whole
body tremble. She even thought that she had emitted some
fluid, but whatever it was, Tony licked it away. "Oh
Tony, you're wonderful," she exclaimed as the tension
eased and her body relaxed. Tony seemed to understand
that she needed to be alone now and sauntered out of her
room.

Vanessa didn't move. She was reliving the experience in
her mind over and over, when she heard the phone ring
again. She wondered if it was worth getting up or if
there would be another boring sales-rep on the other end
of the line. When she had decided to answer the phone,
she thought about putting on some more clothes but in the
end she stayed the way she was.

"Hi Nessa, how're you doing?"

She recognized Nick's voice immediately. Besides, nobody
else called her 'Nessa'. Nick went to the same school as
Vanessa, although he was two years ahead of her, and,
like her, he found himself in the situation of having an
unexpected day off school. He wanted to know whether she
had still been sleeping because it had taken her so long
to come to the phone.

"No," she said, "I've been awake for some time, but I was
still in bed, daydreaming."

"So, what are you wearing?" Nick wanted to know. He was
in the habit of asking her this and always wanted to know
every little detail down to the color, shape and material
of each item, including her panties.

"I'm wearing a yellow baby-doll nighty. It's made of
cotton. The material is quite thin, almost transparent."
she answered.

Nick was pleased. Vanessa had learned to answer in great
detail without him having to ask lots of further
questions.

"What else?" he wanted to know.

"Nothing else."

"What? No panties?"

"No. No panties. I took them off a while ago."

"Jeeeesus H Christ!" Nick exclaimed. "If I'd known that,
I would have come right by your place. How could I miss a
chance like this?"

"I wouldn't have let you in," she answered truthfully.
"I'm not that kind of girl." She didn't really understand
why he got such a kick out of knowing how much or how
little she was wearing.

But then he remembered why he had phoned in the first
place and invited her to come round to his place so they
could listen to some music. Nick had this stereo with God-
knows-how-many watts and his parents were quite tolerant
as far as noise levels were concerned. She had been to
his room a few times, usually there was also one of his
friends and that friend's girlfriend. They would kiss and
hug - each couple in its corner -, listen to the music
and feel very grown-up. Somehow Nick let it slip that his
parents had left and wouldn't be back until very late
this evening. That set all of Vanessa's alarm bells
ringing.

"You know I can't come to your house when your parents
aren't in," she reminded him of another one of her
mother's rules.

"Jeez, Nessa, don't be such a spoilsport. I've got the
latest Britney CD. We'll just listen to a couple of
tracks and then we go to the mall, I promise."

Vanessa was a big fan of Britney Spears. Nick knew that,
of course. He also knew that Vanessa was no longer
allowed to listen to Britney's records at home, since
that picture of her and Madonna had been plastered all
over the front pages. 'Like it or not,' her mother had
said, 'she's a role model. Thousands of teenage girls all
over the world watch what she's doing and imitate her.
And such behavior is just not acceptable.'

To give truth its due, that was exactly what happened.
Soon after that story passed through the media, many of
the girls Vanessa knew, including Betsy, had started to
kiss each other on the mouth. Betsy made a point of doing
it, especially when there were boys nearby watching. And
some of the kisses she gave Vanessa were really hot; they
made her tingle all over.

"All right then, but just a couple of tracks," she
finally said. "I've got a few things to do around the
house and then I'll come by."

Betsy had told her never to agree immediately to anything
a boy suggested. 'Make them wait, tell them you'll do it
later, act as if it wasn't important to you even if you
really want it. That helps them cool down a little,' she
had once said. And Vanessa was determined to find a few
things to do rather than rushing over straight away.

When she returned to her room, she realized that her
mother had been right when she established the rule that
Tony wasn't allowed in the bedrooms. Her bed sheet was
covered with black marks from his paws. He had probably
been running around the garden, digging for bones as he
always did, before he had managed to squeeze into her
room. Her mother would have a fit if she saw this. There
was only one way out. She had to wash the sheet and get a
clean one in the meantime. She took the dirty sheet to
the utility room and got the washing machine going. Then
she got a clean sheet and made her bed.

It was a pity, really, she thought, that she couldn't let
Tony back into her room. She had enjoyed his visit a
little earlier tremendously and had hoped that she might
be able to repeat the experience some time soon. Without
being able to let him come to her room this would be
impossible. She couldn't possibly lie down in the front
garden, or even on the living room floor! Maybe she could
teach him to visit her while she lay on the floor of her
room, rather than in bed? It was something worth thinking
about.

She prepared something to eat for herself while she
waited for the machine to finish. In a way, this was a
good thing because it gave her a reason to let Nick wait
a little longer. Thinking of Nick, she suddenly had this
wicked idea. Couldn't Nick...? What if she turned the
tables and used the 'if you'd really love me' technique
on him for a change?

After she had finished her snack, she went to have a
shower. The experience with Tony had somehow put her in a
defiant mood. She deliberately ignored her mother's rules
by not wearing any clothes as she went from the bathroom
back to her room. There she put on a fresh pair of
panties - just in case - and selected a front-fastening
bra - also just in case. On top of this she put on the
clothes she would have worn if she had gone to school
today: a white blouse and a dark blue pleated skirt.
White socks and dark blue sandals completed the outfit.
She also clipped her mobile phone to her skirt, in case
her mother tried to get in touch.

                         -----

When Nick answered the door, he put his arms around her
and kissed her straight away, without even closing the
front door. She struggled free.

"Not here, where the neighbors can see us."

Nick never understood why she tried to keep up this
decent girl appearance. She was his girlfriend, wasn't
she? Then it was only normal that he kissed her, wasn't
it? When they got to his room he kissed and hugged her
again, this time with a lot more passion. As he pushed
her back against the closing door, she could hear the key
turn in the lock. She pushed him away with all her
strength.

"Unlock that door immediately, or I call my mother," she
said, surprisingly calmly. Her mobile phone had a 'panic
button'. All she needed to do was to press this button
and it would send the pre-recorded text message 'Vanessa
is in trouble' along with the GPS coordinates of her
location to her mother's phone.

Looking at her, Nick could tell that she wasn't bluffing.
He unlocked the door and even opened it a little so that
it was half ajar.

Nick put on the CD and they settled down on the pile of
assorted cushions he called his sofa. Vanessa didn't like
those cushions. One had to sit almost on the floor and it
was difficult to maintain an upright position. And,
wearing a skirt, she always had to worry about not
exposing her panties. Nick, on the other hand, found the
arrangement ideal. It allowed two people to get close and
assume just about any position they wanted. Nick sat next
to Vanessa with one arm around her shoulders, kissing her
as she tried to concentrate on the words of the song. She
could feel his other hand on her thigh, sliding up,
moving under her skirt. She removed his hand. It
returned. She removed it again. Nick tried a few more
times, then he changed tactics. He undid the top button
of her blouse. She buttoned it again.

"Jeez, Nessa, don't be such a prude. If you really loved
me you'd let me touch you a little," he exclaimed
impatiently.

"Oh yeah?" she said. "Let's talk about love and
obligations. Let's talk about doing things because you
love someone." She paused for a while to gather courage.
Then she continued, "Tell me, have you ever licked a
girl?"

Nick couldn't believe his ears. She had never before
talked so directly about sex. Sure, she wasn't using any
'dirty' words, but the activity she referred to was
pretty heavy stuff. As a matter of fact, he and his
friends considered going down on a girl so totally gross,
they wouldn't be seen dead committing such an act. But
why was she asking? Had someone badmouthed him and told
her that he had actually done it? He decided to be on his
guard and just said, "No, I haven't."

"Would you like to try it?" She lifted her bottom from
the cushion and pulled down her panties until they were
hanging around her knees, taking care not to disturb the
skirt which was still covering her.

Nick's eyes and mouth stood wide open. This was getting
increasingly unreal. He had just watched his girlfriend,
the one who had so far resisted all his attempts to touch
her 'down there', remove her panties! In front of his
very eyes! There was only a skirt separating him from her
crown jewel!

"Well, what do you say?" she brought him back to life,
almost laughing at his face which showed a mixture of
horror and disbelieve.

He couldn't do such a thing, could he? But it would mean
he'd be able to look at her, maybe even touch her.

"Promise not to tell anyone," he finally said.

"I won't tell a soul," she assured him.

"There's something else," he said, feeling his courage
return, "you'll have to do the same to me ... I mean,
take it into your mouth." He pointed to the part of his
trousers where his state of excitement was clearly
evident. He had never known it to get this hard. She
sighed. Somehow she had expected that this would be the
bargain he'd offer her. And, as her friend Betsy had told
her that she would have to do it anyway, sooner or later,
she was willing to agree.

"Promise you won't tell anybody," she said this time. But
she didn't give much credence to his affirmation that he
wouldn't. This was going to take him way past first base
and she was sure he'd tell all his friends about it as
soon as an opportunity arose.

"You've got a deal," she said, getting up from the
cushions, still very careful not to reveal the parts
which were normally covered by her panties. She removed
the garment which had dropped down to her ankles
completely and sat down on his bed. She wasn't listening
anymore to the music that was playing. Another song went
through her head: Madonna's 'Just like a virgin'. She
spread her legs and lay back, supporting herself on her
elbows. Then she lifted her skirt and said, "C'mon then."

Nick had seen many naked women before - in magazines,
videos and films. It was part of growing up. But this was
the first time he saw the real thing. He moved slowly
towards Vanessa's spread legs, knelt down on the floor
and remained there, motionless, just looking at her sex.
It was very beautiful, but also very strange. There was
hardly any hair, giving him an unobstructed view. He
found the different folds and wrinkles in various shades
of pink fascinating and confusing at the same time.

Vanessa wasn't very happy about exposing herself to his
probing eyes like this, but she realized that in order to
do what she asked him to do, he would have to look at
her. She just didn't want him to take such a long time.

"Get a move on, Nick. What's keeping you?" she said
impatiently.

Nick had heard stories about girls who actually liked
sex. Who didn't just do it to please their boyfriend. Who
actually asked for it, who couldn't get enough. He had
never met a girl like that, nor had any of his friends
ever come across one. Had Vanessa turned into that kind
of girl? As he moved closer, he could sense the smell of
soap, maybe deodorant. But there was also another, more
musky smell in the air. He slid his finger down the
middle. The soft flesh gave way, opening up under his
touch to reveal another chamber of dark pink flesh. "Stop
playing. Get on with it!" Vanessa said.

When Nick's lips finally touched Vanessa's sex, she
moaned longingly. That was it! That was the sensation she
had felt in the morning. It wasn't exactly the same,
though. Nick was a lot more tentative; his tongue was
more timid, less intrusive. He seemed to be afraid of
something. Afraid that he might hurt her? Afraid that she
- it? - might bite him? Vanessa's mind wandered back to
this morning's events, when Tony's tongue had caressed
her so intimately, so expertly, so forthrightly, without
any hesitation. The memory increased her excitement.
Although it was Nick who crouched between her legs, she
could feel Tony's tongue on her sex. For the second time
in one day she experienced that sensation of overpowering
pleasure taking control of her entire body, making her
breathe harder, accelerating her heartbeat, causing her
skin to flush. "Oh Tony, you're wonderful," she moaned.

Nick's head shot up from between her legs like a rocket.
"Who's Tony?" he asked in a gruff voice.

Vanessa's mind was still in a haze. She didn't understand
what this agitation was about. Nick grabbed both of her
arms and shook her. "I want to know who this Tony is," he
shouted.

"Ow! Let go of my arms. You're hurting me," she said. All
the pleasant feelings had vanished. "I don't know what
you're talking about."

"I heard you clearly say 'Tony, you're wonderful' and I
want to know who this Tony is and what the two of you
have been getting up to."

It slowly dawned on her. She had indeed been thinking of
Tony and had quite possibly uttered his name at the peak
of pleasure. But she thought that denial was her best
strategy.

"You must have misunderstood me. I was so excited, I
probably didn't speak very clearly. I'm sure I called out
your name."

"It was clear enough. I'm not deaf, you know. You said
Tony, not Nick."

Vanessa realized that she wouldn't be able to convince
Nick that he'd misunderstood her. And he wasn't going to
drop the subject either. Should she just tell him the
truth? Explain why she had been thinking of Tony at that
particular moment?

For the first time since the morning's events did she
realize the severity of what had happened. Letting her
pet dog lick her sex was definitely not the standard or
accepted behavior for a respectable young lady. This
wasn't simply about disobeying one of her mothers many
rules. It was stepping out of line in a big way. It was
something she couldn't confess to anybody. Even her best
friend Betsy who was very open minded in these matters
would probably be deeply shocked if she were to tell her.

It had all seemed so natural, so harmless, so innocent.
She hadn't done anything to persuade Tony in any way. He
knew instinctively what to do.

Instinctively? Vanessa remembered a recent lesson when
the teacher had explained the difference between instinct
and learned response. Instinct had to do with survival,
with attacking one's prey and defending oneself. Instinct
also covered procreation, the things animals did to
ensure the survival of the species, like the female
attracting the male and mating. Licking a girl's private
parts had nothing to do with the instincts of a poodle.
So it must have been a learned response. But learned from
whom? From his previous owners? No. Tony had been a six-
day old puppy when he arrived at their house. From whom
then? Vanessa didn't have any sisters. The only other
woman in the house was her mother. Vanessa banished that
thought immediately from her mind. It was just too
outrageous, too disrespectful to even think about
thinking it. She concluded that the mystery would have to
remain unsolved. But what was sure was that she couldn't
tell Nick the truth. Not only would he cut off any
relationship with her, he would tell everybody what a
pervert she was; that she had sex with dogs.

Vanessa started to cry. Crying was always a good way of
dealing with difficult situations. It softened people up,
made them less severe, more forgiving.

"I don't know why you get so hung up about this," she
whined. "I made a mistake. I called you by the wrong
name. I'm sorry!"

Nick insisted that one doesn't confuse the names of
people unless there is some similarity between them,
something they have in common. And as she had used Tony's
name in a very intimate situation, he had to assume that
she had been intimate with Tony too.

"Look at it from my point of view," Nick suggested. "You
wanted me to prove that I really love you. And I did. I
did this thing you wanted me to do. And right at the
crucial moment you call out someone else's name. What to
you expect me to make of that?"

"I swear to you by everything that's sacred to me that I
don't know any boy by the name of Tony."

She had to admit that this was a kind of sneaky way of
trying to get out of trouble, but she hoped it would
close the matter. And in order to make Nick forget this
unfortunate mistake completely, she was going to do to
him what she had promised.

"It's your turn," she said and put her hand on the part
of his trousers where she expected to find his erection.
There wasn't one. The mix-up of names had upset Nick so
much, he had completely forgotten that Vanessa wasn't
wearing any panties under her skirt and that she had
agreed to take his penis into her mouth. It seemed like
he had gone off sex altogether.

'Desperate situations require desperate measures,'
Vanessa told herself. She got up and stood right in front
of Nick, looking firmly into his eyes.

"There's something I want to show you," she said as she
unbuttoned her blouse slowly, one button at a time, until
all buttons had been undone and the blouse fell open,
revealing her bra.

Nick looked at her. Excitement and disbelieve had
returned to his face.

"What is it you want to show me, Nessa?" His voice still
sounded gruff, almost unfriendly.

"This bra." she said, "It opens in the front. Look."

She undid the catch between the cups and let her bra
slide off her breasts. She felt good about her breasts.
They were the part of her body which most visibly
heralded her imminent transition from child to woman. The
excitement in Nick's eyes pleased her. It had somehow
become important to her that Nick liked what she had to
offer. As she moved her hands to the side to give him a
clear view, she realized that from now on he would always
ask her to wear this kind of bra, to make it easier for
him to touch her. Come to think of it, many things about
their relationship would change from today on. She
wouldn't be able to deny him in future what she had
offered him out of her own free will today. Nevertheless,
she couldn't help feeling a certain excitement as she
exposed herself to his eyes. She could feel her nipples
harden.

Nick stared in awe. Her breasts were beautiful! Quite big
for a girl her age, firm, well-shaped, perfect! And the
nipples! They stood out proudly, pointing straight at
him. He hadn't expected in his wildest dreams that she
would one day stand in front of him and remove her blouse
and bra without him even asking her to do it. Vanessa
definitely was that kind of girl who was into sex in a
big way, who enjoyed exposing herself. This Tony business
still left a sour taste in his mouth - he wondered if
Tony had been treated to the same show - but he was going
to make the most out of her unexpected generosity.

"You may touch them if you like," he heard Vanessa say.
It seemed that Christmas had come early this year. This
was another first. So far, Vanessa had fiercely resisted
all his attempts to see or touch her breasts. A few times
he had managed to slide his hand inside her blouse or
underneath her T-shirt, but had always found the direct
contact denied by her bra. These partial successes were
important as a measure of his progress, but hadn't really
given him any pleasure. Nick wanted to prove to Vanessa
that he wasn't the insensitive brute she had made him
feel like on those occasions. He was going to show her
how gentle and sensitive he could be. He took her into
his arms and kissed her. She responded to his kiss and
did not object when he pushed his tongue deep into her
mouth. His hand made its way up from her waist to her
breasts; he cupped one of them gently and lifted it a
little, as if to feel its weight. His fingers found her
nipple, moved around it, rubbed it gently.

The record he had put on had finished a long time ago.
Now the only audible sounds were their breathing and the
moans both of them emitted.

When Vanessa decided to expose her breasts to Nick's eyes
and hands, she hadn't been looking for any enjoyment. She
simply did it to bring the unpleasant discussion to an
end. She wanted Nick to occupy his mind with other things
than the question who Tony was. But the tender touch of
his hands on her skin, his fingers on her nipple, were
not without effect. It aroused her to offer herself to
him, to let him kiss her, touch her, squeeze her, make
her writhe under his touch. She had never thought that
letting a boy touch her could feel this good. As he held
her tight in his arms, she could feel his hardness
against her underbelly.

Vanessa told herself that she was only doing this to keep
up her end of the deal. Nobody should be able to say she
didn't keep her promises. And she was going to do it
right, to put Nick into a conciliatory frame of mind. She
knelt down in front of him, opened his belt and his fly
and let his trousers drop to his ankles. Then she pulled
down his underpants to release his penis. She had never
seen it that close. On the few occasions when she had
touched it, it had been dark, in the back row of the
cinema and once in a car. Now she could have a good look
at this rod of flesh which Nick called his pride and joy.
She pulled back the flexible skin to reveal the mushroom-
shaped head. Nick gasped at her touch. She moved the skin
back and forth a few times.

"Not with your hands, with your mouth," Nick panted.
That's what she had promised and she wasn't going to go
back on her word. She firmed her lips around his shaft
and moved back and forth. She had no idea if this was how
you were supposed to do this - her conversations with
Betsy had never got to this level of detail - but Nick's
moans told her that she was on the right track.

When Nick's moans grew louder and she could feel that he
was about to ejaculate she was tempted to let his penis
slip out of her mouth. But she resisted the impulse. It
was important to please Nick so he'd forget about Tony.
She kept her lips firmly closed around Nick's shaft as he
pushed her head closer to his crotch, and swallowed the
semen he spurted into her mouth. She kept his penis in
her mouth and licked it clean until it had gone
completely soft.

Nick couldn't believe what had just happened. Sure,
Vanessa had promised to take his penis into his mouth,
but he had always suspected that she'd find a way of
chickening out. And even when she did, he was sure there
would be just a few kisses and licks and then she would
relieve him with her hand. But she had kept him in her
mouth all the way, she had swallowed every drop he had to
offer and had licked his member dry as if she couldn't
get enough.

Nick had no way of comparing but it seemed to him that
Vanessa was an expert at this. God, this girl was hot!
And she had almost managed to make him believe she was a
chaste prude who didn't want to get involved in anything
that had even remotely to do with sex!

"God, Nessa, that was fantastic! I never knew you were
such an expert at this. I had no idea you were that kind
of girl," he exclaimed.

Nick's comment was meant as a compliment, but it had
exactly the opposite effect. It signaled the start of her
moral hangover. It was the moment when remorse struck
Vanessa.

'Just look at you, Vanessa,' an inner voice told her. She
looked. Her panties lay discarded somewhere on the floor.
Her blouse and bra were wide open, revealing her breasts,
and she still had the salty taste of her boyfriend's
semen in her mouth. She had become exactly the kind of
girl her mother kept warning her about and that Nick
obviously would like to have as his girlfriend. How had
she managed to get herself into this state? Well, most of
it happened in order to appease Nick after that silly
mistake of hers. And that mistake? Hadn't that been the
result of her wanton lust? Hadn't she struck a deal with
Nick to get a second dose of the excitement she had felt
in the morning? True. But she wasn't really to blame for
this morning's events, was she? 'Oh, come off it
Vanessa,' the voice said, 'you don't really want me to
believe it all happened against your wishes?'

Vanessa imagined a headline reading: 'Girl (15), seduced
by pet dog, ends up in the gutter'. And then another one:
'Storm damages school, causes decline in moral
standards'. Alright then. She, and nobody else, was
responsible for her actions.

One thing became clear from all these wanderings of her
mind: Some serious correction was necessary to get her
back onto the right track. She would have to stay away
from Nick for a while, or at least avoid being with him
on her own. And she would have to pay more attention to
her mother's rules, many of which she was still violating
by her presence in this room, by her semi-naked state in
front of a boy.

"I've got to go," Vanessa said, picking up her panties
from the floor and putting them on. She ignored Nick's
protests as she fastened her bra and buttoned her blouse.
She gave him an innocent little kiss on the cheek and was
about to leave when he offered to walk her home. She
accepted - there was nothing wrong with that, was there?
Her inner voice remained silent.

They walked without saying a word, side by side, without
touching, each one lost in his private thoughts. They
didn't even hold hands as they usually did. Their cool
distance was in marked contrast to the intimacies they
had exchanged only a short while ago.

Nick wasn't going to let this Tony story pass as if
nothing had happened. Of course, he could just drop her
for cheating on him, for being unable to resist
temptation when she already had a boyfriend. But he
didn't want to drop her. Not after what happened today.
This girl was precious. He wouldn't be able to find
another girlfriend like her. And who knew what other
surprises she had in store for him. Maybe he would even
get to score a home run! He would probably end up
forgiving her. But he owed it to himself not to let this
Tony fellow get off scot-free. He had to find out who he
was. Then he would track him down, confront him and teach
him a lesson that would make him think twice about
messing with his girl - or with anybody's girl for that
matter.

Vanessa's thoughts were also on Tony, not the one she
knew, an imaginary one. What if she confessed that there
really was a Tony? What if she told Nick that she
preferred Tony's company to his? She admitted that this
would be difficult to believe after what she'd just done
to Nick. Naturally, he would be furious. He'd probably
call her a damn cheat and liar, possibly worse things.
But he wouldn't go around badmouthing her because, after
all, it was her who was dumping him. Any negative rumors
he would spread about her would be considered sour
grapes, easily denied. She was pleased with herself. What
a brilliant mind! She would spend some time without a
boyfriend, getting her moral structure back into synch.
Everything that happened today would become an episode of
her wild past. She would wait until they reached her
parent's house. Then she'd tell him. And if he got really
angry, she'd just let him stand there and go inside.

As they approached Vanessa's home, they could see her
mother standing in the front garden. Vanessa waved to her
mother but wasn't terribly pleased to see her there. It
wasn't that she disliked seeing her mother, it was just
that her mother's presence made it impossible for her to
tell Nick what she had prepared in her head. She would
have to tell him over the phone, but that meant she would
have to wait for an opportunity when nobody else could
overhear their conversation.

Vanessa's mother had been watching the two for some time,
long before they had noticed her. She was pleased to see
them walk side by side like civilized human beings. Not
like some of the other youths she saw walking in a tight
embrace, openly exchanging kisses in public. She
recognized Nick as the boy who had picked up Vanessa a
few times for a date. Maybe he wasn't as bad as she first
thought. But, of course, his age and sex always made him
a suspect. When the two had almost reached the house, she
opened the gate to let out a little dog. The dog, a
poodle, ran towards Vanessa and tried to jump up on her.
Vanessa managed to avoid him touching her. She didn't
want him to make her skirt dirty. The little dog kept
jumping around her feet, yelping in joy.

Vanessa's mother turned to Nick and said, "Vanessa really
likes this dog. And Tony's crazy about her."
