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 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.