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   Chapter 17

   I think it was Al Bundy who said, "Never have hopes, they'll come back
to haunt you." Or something like that.

   After Kelly on the first day of summer, I figured that I was going to
have one long orgy.  Kelly in the morning, Mikee in the afternoon, and
Paula at night.  Maybe mix up the order for variety.  I'd buy a lot of Aloe
Vera lotion to keep my main tool in working order.  "A workman's got to
respect his tools." I think that was Tim 'The Tool Man' Taylor.

   Best laid plans and all that.

   Tuesday, Kelly, Mikee, and their brother Peter got shipped off to a
babysitter.  Kenny was still around, like that was a prize.

   Then Paula got a job.  When you're that sexy what do you need a job for?

   Tami was still around, but that did me about as much good as Kenny.

   The good news was, I was on my own.  Traci was almost always at a camp.
She went to drama camp, horse camp, soccer camp, even cheerleading camp. 
Though I sure couldn't picture her as a cheerleader.

   The bad news was, I was on my own.  No Mikee.  No Kelly.  And no Paula.

   The weekends weren't much better 'cause then there were parents to
contend with.  I know this may be a shock, but most American mothers don't
want their ten- and twelve-year-old daughters to be sexually active, no
matter what Frank McCoy tells you.

   So I hung out.  I guess I'm lucky.  I don't mind my own company.  I
could read, swim, mess around on the computer.

   I hung at friends' houses.  Mom gave me a zone of about three miles from
the park I could travel in.  The good thing about living in the country. 
We'd do the Nintendo thing or play baseball or tennis or something.

   Friends hung here.  I had a pool, nuff said.

   Not a bad Summer.

   It was almost the end of June before I saw any more action.

   It was a Friday morning, and I was thinking about heading to Kelly's
house for some Nintendo Mario wars.  Different Kelly.  Boy.  Not at all
cute.  Well, maybe to girls.

   Kelly lived about a mile away.  Just a few minutes on my bike.

   I figured I'd get the mail first and see if anybody had been stupid
enough to send me a pre-approved credit card.  Don't laugh.  Traci got one.
Though Mom confiscated it like the Germans confiscated Paris.  Wrote a hell
of a letter to the card company.

   "Hi, Tony!" I heard as I passed the pool.  Kelly was waving and
splashing in the shallow end.

   "Hi, munchkin."

   Kelly pouted for all of three seconds, then grinned and splashed some
water in my direction that fell about thirty feet short.

   "I'm mad.  You didn't say hi to me," Mikee said.  She'd been lying on
the other side of Tami, near the side of the pool, on a towel.  Now she sat
up and pouted.  She was holding her bikini top to her chest.  She must have
undone it to get a better tan.

   "Sorry, Mikee.  I didn't see you at first."

   Mikee considered it, then decided I was forgiven and waved.

   "Have you guys been paroled?"

   "Huh?" they both said, not quite in stereo.

   "The babysitter.  Did you get sprung?"

   "Mrs.  Parker had to go to Seattle," Kelly explained as I let myself
into the pool area.

   "For a concert," Mikee added.

   "A concert?" Mikee and Kelly both nodded.  "Who, Tommy Dorsey?"

   The girls looked totally blank.

   "Motley Crue," Mikee said.

   "Motley Crue?" I repeated.  "How old is this babysitter of yours?" I'd
been picturing a little old lady.

   "Sixty-two," Kelly supplied.  Definitely in the little old lady
territory.

   "And she's going to Motley Crue?"

   Mikee giggled.  "She's going with her granddaughter."

   "Oh." The things people do for their kids.  Or in this case, grandkids.

   "So we get to hang out today," Mikee said.

   "Good!  I never get to see you anymore."

   "You saw us Sunday," Kelly corrected.

   I almost blurted out, "I couldn't get you alone, too many people
around," but I bit my tongue.  I wouldn't want to give Tami the wrong
ideas. Or the right ones for that matter.  "True," I agreed.

   Tami, who had been lying on her stomach, grabbed her top and rolled over
on her back.  She look at me with an expression I couldn't read.  Kind of a
'you-don't-really-exist' sort of thing with maybe a hint of
'why-are-you-talking-to-my-friends?' and just a dash of
'eat-your-heart-out.'

   We had five more years of school together.  I wondered if that would be
long enough to get past this.

   "Come swimming with us," Kelly suggested, splashing some more water at
me and soaking my shoes.

   I glanced at Tami.  She was lying on her back, her eyes shut against the
sun, but her lips slightly clenched.

   I debated.  The evil Tony in the devil suit said, "You could annoy the
hell out of her." The good Tony with the halo and wings countered, "You
need to give her space." Good Tony annoyed the hell out of me.  I wanted to
flick him right off my shoulder but then evil Tony got a bright idea and
whispered in my ear.

   "Can't girls.  Mom wanted me to do some cleaning, and since no ones
home, now would be the best time to do it."

   I hoped that at least one of the girls would get the hint that I was
going to be all alone at my house.

   I walked home, wondering which one it would be.

   Almost an hour later, the doorbell rang.  I'd begun to wonder if I'd
been too subtle.

   I opened the door.  Both of them were standing there, still in their, in
Kelly's case dripping, bikinis.

   "Hi, girls," I said, surprised.  I'd thought we were taking turns. 
"Where's Tami?" I asked as I tried to think about this.

   "She said she was going to take a nap," Mikee said and tried to come in.
Kelly blocked her and tried to come in herself, but I was blocking both of
them.

   "I told her it was my turn!" Mikee said and elbowed her sister.

   "And I told her that you liked me best!" Kelly said and punched her
sister in the arm.

   "None of that!" I barked.  "Or you can both go home and I'll keep
cleaning the house." Like that was going to happen.

   I stepped out of the doorway and pointed at Kelly, then the right end of
the sofa.  "You, there." I pointed at Mikee and the other end.  "You,
there."

   The girls walked in, glaring at each other, and I closed the door behind
them.  Then I ignored them and walked over to the vacuum cleaner.  I
grabbed the handle, pushed the on-button with my foot, and finished
vacuuming the area under my dad's chair.  Dad ate too much popcorn, I
decided as I vacuumed up about a hundred kernels.

   I glanced at the sofa.  The two girls were watching me like hawks.

   I rolled the vacuum over in front of them, gave the cord a yank, and
after it popped out of the wall socket started winding it up.  Then I moved
Dad's chair back into place.

   Yeah, I know it's pretty pathetic for a thirteen-year-old boy to be
cleaning the house when he didn't have to.  I'd made up that bit about a
promise to Mom.  But it gave me something to do while I waited for, I
thought, a girl.  And it fit in nicely with my drive-Mom-crazy plan.

   I turned and looked down at the girls.

   "Mikee, do I look stupid?" I asked flatly.

   "No," she said hesitantly.

   "Kelly, what do you think, do I have the low slopping forehead, the dull
glassy look of a moron?"

   "No," she said shaking her head for emphasis.

   "Do you two really think I'm dumb enough to chose between two of the
cutest girls in the park and hurt one of their feelings and get her mad at
me?"

   They both shook their heads.

   "Then why are you both here?"

   They both started talking, ignoring the other.  I let them, though I
didn't have a chance of unscrambling the onslaught of words.

   "Enough!" I said loudly, drawing my thumb across my throat.

   They shut up.

   "Kelly, isn't it Mikee's turn?"

   "Yes, but..."

   "You see," Mikee interrupted.  "She admits it."

   If looks could kill, Kelly would have been down to one sister right
then.

   "Mikee, interrupt again and you're out the door."

   Mikee started to object, thought better of it, and snapped her mouth
closed.  Then she crossed her arms over her chest in body language I didn't
need an interpreter for.

   It was supposed to be so simple.  One girl shows up, we play around, we
both get happy.  Girl goes away.  A little later, second girl shows up,
repeat.  But instead, I was playing Henry Kissinger traipsing around the
middle east.  We studied him last year.

   Kelly?" I prompted.

   "I know it's Mikee's turn.  But we never get to see you and I was afraid
I might not get a turn.  We're supposed to hang around all day, but you
know parents.  You can't trust them."

   I grinned.  Parents could be a complication at times.

   "Mikee?"

   "It's my turn.  She admitted it.  So that's that." And she re-crossed
her arms.

   I thought about it.

   Where was King Solomon when you really needed him.  Cut the baby in
half.

   I could send them both home and tell them no more massages until they
could get along.  That's what ol' Solly would do.  The bad part of that
plan was no playtime for Tony.  I knew they'd work it out.  They were both
pretty smart, and they actually liked each other.  But it might take
awhile. And Mrs.  Parker was sixty-two.  How many concerts could I count on
her attending?

   "Kelly, go in my room and lie down on the bed," I said after a minute.
"We decided that the bed works better than the floor," I added for Mikee's
benefit.

   Kelly jumped up, stuck her tongue out at her sister and skipped to my
room.

   "Kelly, keep your tongue in your mouth," I yelled.

   "Sorry," she tossed back over her shoulder.

   "I understand," Mikee said in the saddest most pathetic voice you've
ever heard.  She stood and took a step toward the door.

   "Where do you think you're going?" I demanded and scooped up the
twelve-year-old in my arms.

   "I thought..."

   "That's the trouble with the world today, too much thinking," I told her
and kissed her on the nose.  "To hell with turns, I'll give you both
massages."

   Mikee grinned and I kissed her nose again.

   "But you chose Kelly first," she complained.

   "Mostly because she knows where the bed is." And I kissed her forehead.

   Actually, I'd been pretty sure I was going to do both from the moment I
opened the door.  The big question was in what order and how much.  If I
gave Kelly a Mikee-style massage either first or second she'd probably open
her big mouth and complain.  If I did Mikee first with a Mikee-style then
gave Kelly her Kelly-style, Mikee might feel offended.  And giving Mikee a
Kelly-style first might freak her out.

   Decisions, decisions.

   I'd finally decided to start with Kelly and just play it by ear.

   I looked over at the sofa where Kelly had been sitting, and cringed a
little.  Having a wet little girl sit down was not one of my better ideas.
If I couldn't dry it out, the vacuuming should even things out.

   I carried Mikee into my bedroom, glad I'd picked up and made my bed this
morning, and Kelly, dear sweet little Kelly, was lying naked on the bed.

   Mikee gasped.  "Kelly!"

   Kelly grinned.

   I set Mikee on the ground, kissing her on the nose a third time.

   "This house is like Vegas.  What goes on here, stays here.  You don't
tell anyone that Kelly was naked, and she doesn't mention your massage in
your panties." Actually I was hoping that Mikee's massage would be in less
than that.

   I stepped up to the bed and spread Kelly's legs, giving both Mikee and
me a great view of her tiny little pussy.  Then I climbed up and got
between them.  I thought about skipping her shoulders and back but grinned
to myself, deciding not to.  I leaned forward, and the horn that had
sprouted in my shorts rubbed against Kelly's ass just like the other day.
Only today I wasn't wearing any underwear, so my cock had a lot more
freedom of movement.

   I spent a lot more time on her shoulders than I usually did.  It felt
good rubbing my cock on her ass, separated only by a thin layer of
polyester.  And though I didn't look, I knew that Mikee was getting an
eyeful.

   Finally I finished her shoulders.  I skipped her back and went to work
on her butt.  I spent a couple of minutes groping, I mean massaging, those
beautiful globes of hers.  They were just a nice handful.  Then I pulled
her cheeks apart and started rubbing my finger along the crack of her ass.
I heard a gasp from Mikee as my finger stopped on Kelly's asshole.

   I decided that today wasn't a day for anal exploration and moved
downward until my hand cupped Kelly's mound.  Kelly, as usual, opened her
legs wider.  I sensed Mikee moving closer to the side of the bed, but
concentrated on Kelly as if this was the most normal thing in the world.

   I also decided that this wasn't a good time to pull my cock out and rub
it on Kelly's pussy.  I pulled my hand up a little and let my middle finger
slide along the crease of her pussy.  I'd decided not to finger fuck her
now, but I swear her pussy pulled me in.

   My finger slipped in easily, and I wondered if the little girl had been
practicing.

   Once my finger was in, I decided what the hell.  At least Mikee wasn't
screaming rape.  I let my finger slide in and out and listened as Kelly's
breathing got faster and heavier.

   I didn't want her to cum yet, so I pulled my finger out.  I didn't even
pretend to rub down her legs.  I stepped off the bed and stretched, giving
Mikee a great view of my tented out shorts.

   "Roll over," I told her sister.

   As she did, I saw Kelly look at my crotch, too.  I shook my head, and
she grinned and nodded, getting the silent message.

   I climbed back up between her legs and reached forward to play with her
nipples.  As I did, my hard-on rubbed right against Kelly's pussy and she
gasped.

   "Oh God," Mikee whispered, and I realized that her breathing was getting
faster too.

   Kelly's nipples were pretty much two-dimensional, but she seemed to like
them getting rubbed, so I did.  Besides it was preparing Mikee.

   I really wanted to pull my cock out and rub it against her pussy like
the last time, but I didn't think her sister was ready for that.  So it
stayed in my shorts.  But Kelly was thrusting her hips up and down, and her
pussy rubbed it anyway.

   I could feel my cock swell, and I knew that I was going to come.  I
pressed my hips down at the young girl, and my cock jerked and released the
juice that had been building up in my balls since I'd first seen the girls
at the pool.

   I didn't yell out.  I was afraid that I'd startle Mikee.  But from the
grin on her damn face, I think that Kelly figured out what was happening.

   I hoped that the black shorts wouldn't show the stain.  I also hoped
that the cum wouldn't drip down my leg when I stood up.

   I decided that I'd had all the slow I could handle.

   I scooted backward and then leaned down and kissed Kelly's pussy.

   "It's about time," she moaned.

   "Holy shit!" her sister mumbled.

   I pushed my tongue deep into her pussy.  It wasn't hard to find the
little bud of clit and start teasing it.  I slid my hand under her butt and
worked a finger into her crack.  I started teasing her asshole at the same
time.

   "That's the spot," she moaned as my tongue caressed all those nerve
endings.  Into the valley rode the eight thousand, or something like that.
Maybe, it's a far far better thing I do, than I have ever done before.

   "Oh god.  Oh fuc...  I mean oh damnnnnn!" That last turned into a long
wail as her orgasm hit her.  I pulled my tongue out and gently kissed all
over her pelvis and stomach as I listened to her breathing get back to
normal.

   I sat back on my heels and looked down at her.  "Was that worth waiting
for?"

   She nodded, grinning.

   I looked at Mikee, who was flushed and breathing harder than her sister.
"Your turn."

   I got off the bed and motioned Kelly to get off too.

   I waited.  I wasn't sure what Mikee would do.  I didn't think she'd
blab, but I wasn't sure she'd strip and get on the bed.

   She looked at her sister.  "Are you okay?"

   "I'm fantastic!" Kelly exclaimed.  "That was incredible.  And I didn't
say fuc...  the f-word."

   "You did good," I told her.

   Mikee looked scared.  "I don't know if I can..."

   "I don't want you to do anything you don't want to do," I said
sincerely. "We'll just do your regular massage.  That is, if you still want
it."

   Mikee hesitated, then nodded.  She reached down and grabbed the bottom
of her bikini top and then pulled it over her head.  She stepped forward
and put one knee on the bed.  Then she backed up again.

   I thought she was going to say no, but she surprised me.  Turning her
back to me, she slipped her bikini bottoms down her legs and then moved to
the bed naked.  She was careful to keep her back to me as she lay down on
the bed.

   I stepped up and reached down and spread her legs, giving me and Kelly
both a good view of the treasure that she'd been trying to hide from me.

   I grinned at her sister, then climbed up in between Mikee's legs.

   As I looked down at her butt, I had an overwhelming desire to lick her
crack.

   I had to remind myself that slow may have gone out the window with her
sister, but that I needed it with Mikee.

   My cock had gotten hard again.  Even harder than before.  And as I
reached forward to start on Mikee's shoulders, it rubbed against her butt.

   Then Kelly almost scared me into permanent abstinence as she grabbed my
cock and pushed it down so that it was rubbing against her sister's pussy.
Mikee jumped but didn't complain, so I kept rocking back and forth, letting
my polyester shrouded cock rub against her as I rubbed her shoulders and
upper back.

   Then Kelly reached in and pulled the leg hole of my shorts to the side
and grabbed my bare cock.  Her touch was electric, and my cock jerked in
her hand.  She let my naked cock swing back against her sister's pussy.

   I looked at her, and she grinned and mouthed, "You did it to me."

   I could hear Mikee's breathing speed up, but she said nothing, so I
continued to rub my shaft against her.

   After a minute I could feel myself building toward an orgasm, and I
decided to pull back.  I leaned back and readjusted my shorts so that my
best friend was hidden again.

   I laid my hands on her butt.  I could feel her tense, so I just let my
hands lay there.  Let her get used to it.  I felt her relax, and I started
to rub gently.  Just the globes of her ass.  I stayed away from her crack.
Then I started moving away from her butt, down her legs.

   "Aren't you going to do like you did to Kelly?" she asked in a bit of a
whine.

   I reached back up to her butt and separated her ass cheeks and traced a
finger down her crack to her asshole.  On her asshole, I pressed my finger
downward, and it sank in to the first knuckle before she could tense up.

   Beside me, I could hear Kelly's breathing speeding up.

   With my other hand I reached down and cupped Mikee's pussy.  I rubbed my
finger along her slit.

   Then I swear I couldn't help myself.  I pressed my finger into her
pussy. She was wet and it slid in easily.  I heard her breathing stop.  I
hoped it was temporary but concentrated on pushing my finger as deep into
the twelve-year-old as I could.

   "Oh God," she gasped taking a deep breath.  I should be a missionary. 
I'd brought another girl to religion.  "Oh Goddddddd!" And I'd brought
another girl to orgasm.

   I pulled my fingers out, reached under her, and picked her up.  Then I
shifted around until I was lying on my back and Mikee was straddling my
chest.

   "You look delicious," I told here and pulled her forward until her pussy
covered my mouth.  At the south end of the bed, I could feel Kelly once
again release my cock from it's polyester prison.  I knew I could count on
that girl.  What I didn't count on was the warm wet mouth that enveloped my
four-and-one-eighth inch friend.  I'd thought I would get a nice hand job.

   The girls left two hours later.

   They were still virgins.

   But just barely.



   Chapter 18

   Allie Smidt lived 3.14 miles from my house.

   This is interesting on several levels.

   One, three point one four is the commonly accepted value of pi, one of
the numbers the universe is built on.

   Two, it was point one four miles outside the radius of freedom my mom
had given me.  And I didn't think she'd quibble about point one four miles.
Hell, it was only 739 feet, just less than two-and-a-half football fields.
Besides, under interrogation I'd say I didn't realize that it was over the
three mile line.

   Three, she had red hair.  Copper red hair.  I've always had a thing for
red-heads.

   Four, she had a body that made that beautiful red hair look like the
frosting on a cake.

   Five, she was a cheerleader.  Never a bad thing.

   And six, Tami hated her guts.  That was the evil Tony talking.

   Allie had been gone thru most of June, but when she came back, I made a
point to ride by her house three or four times a week.  About half the
time, she was out in front sunning herself.  I'd stop and make small talk,
then ride off into the sunset.  Well actually, since she usually sunned
herself in the mornings, it was the noonday sun, but sunset sounds better.

   About the middle of June I stopped by, and she was lying on her lounger
in the cutest little purple bikini.  Little being the operative word.  I
was straddling my bike, looking down at her, watching tiny droplets of
sweat caress her flesh.

   I was mesmerized enough that she had to repeat herself three times to
get my attention.

   "Huh?"

   "I said, several times in fact, that it's too damn hot."

   "TV last night said it's supposed to be a hundred today."

   "Now I'm really hot.  I only thought it was ninety something."

   "Yeah, sometimes knowing is worse."

   "I think I'm going to go huddle in front of the air conditioner the rest
of the day."

   "I've got a better idea."

   "Really?  I've heard about your ideas," she said with a grin.

   I wondered if Paula had been spreading the word.

   "I've got four letters for you."

   "Okay," she said with a puzzled look.

   "P."

   "P," she repeated.

   "O."

   "P-O."

   "O."

   "P-O-O." I could see the wheels spinning in her head as she tried to
figure out where I was going."

   "L."

   "P-O...  you have a pool."

   "I do," I agreed.

   "You have a pool," she said again.

   "And I can invite guests."

   "Could I be a guest.  I mean, I didn't..." She got embarrassed that
she'd just tried to invite herself.

   "Of course not.  I just told you about the pool so that you'd picture me
in while you sat here covered in sweat.  I love torture," I proclaimed and
laughed maniacally.

   "You meany," she said with a pout.

   "True.  So very true," I agreed.  I grinned as I watched a drop of sweat
appear from beneath her top and roll down to her stomach, then off the
side.

   I stepped off my bike and laid it on the ground.  Then I knelt on one
knee beside her lounger and took her hand in both of mine.  "Oh
copper-headed princess, would you do me the boon of immersing your sacred
body in the waters of my humble pool?"

   "You're weird," she giggled.  "What's a boon?"

   "A favor."

   "Definitely weird," she judged.

   "Does that mean you won't come?"

   She pulled her hand out of mine and held her two hands in front of her
as if weighing.  "Weird and cute versus hot and sweaty." She dropped her
left hand and raised her right.  "Weird and cute wins."

   "Yea!" I yelled and fell onto my back and wiggled, kicking my arms and
legs in the air like a puppy scratching it's back.

   "Careful," she warned.  "There's a fine line between weird and cute and
psychotic and scary looking."

   I stopped and sat up.  "I'll keep that in mind."

   "Let me see what Mom says," she said and stood up on the other side of
the lounger.  Her bikini bottom had ridden down until it only covered half
of her butt, but as she walked away, she didn't bother adjusting it until
she walked in her front door.

   I just grinned and enjoyed the view.

   Twenty minutes later we were pedaling toward my house.

   Allie had thrown on a t-shirt and cut-offs over her bikini and wore a
backpack with a towel and who knows what else.

   We talked as we rode.  Nothing earth-shaking, just school and people we
both knew.

   Sometimes I'd let her pull a little ahead so that I could enjoy the view
from behind.  There's something about a firm ass wrapped around a hard
bicycle seat that was a real turn-on.

   "Enjoying the scenery?" she asked the fourth time I did it.

   "Oh yeah!" I agreed but pedaled harder to come even with her again. 
"There's some might purrty scenery around these parts.

   Allie gave me a look, then went on talking about what a cute couple Mark
and Lisa made.

   Good Tony popped up on my right shoulder, holding onto his halo with one
hand in the breeze.  "You know, Tami really doesn't like Allie.  She's not
going to like this," he counseled.

   Then evil Tony showed up on my left shoulder.  He was busy polishing his
horns, but he leaned over and whispered, "You know, Tami really doesn't
like Allie.  She's not going to like this."

   It was amazing how often those two agreed.

   I guess it's all in the connotation.

   That may just sum up life too.

   I think I've just solved the answer to life the universe and everything.

   I grinned to myself.

   "And what are you thinking about now?" Allie asked slyly.

   "A very small purple bikini," I told her.

   "That better be all you're thinking about," she said and sped up.

   I grinned and sped up to catch her.

   We parked the bikes at my house.  I asked her to wait by them as I ran
in, stripped, pulled on a swimming suit, grabbed a towel and ran out again.
Elapsed time: about a minute and a half.

   Oh, and I took another second to look at my alarm clock.  It was about
twenty till eleven.  Mrs.  Smidt had said that Allie needed to be home by
five.  With the ride home, that gave me just about five hours.

   Five hours to what?  That was the interesting question.

   As we walked to the pool, I put my hand on the small of her back.  Her
skin was warm and sweaty from the sun, the exercise, and just being Allie.

   I opened the gate and guided Allie in.  That's when I saw Tami lying on
a towel next to the pool.  She sat up and used her hand to shield her eyes
from the glare of the sun.  When she recognized me, I thought I saw a hint
of a smile.  Then she recognized Allie.

   I realized then what writers mean when they talk about burning eyes. 
Tami's face turned into a scowl, then relaxed as she closed her eyes again
and lay back.  Except for her mouth.  Even from across the pool, I could
see her lips clamped tightly together.

   "See, I told you," said good Tony.

   "See, I told you," said evil Tony.

   Damn echo.

   "Hi, Tami," Allie yelled as she recognized her classmate.

   Tami's arm came up and gave a limp wave, but otherwise she ignored us.

   We laid our towels on a bench, and Allie slipped out of her t-shirt and
cut-offs.  Then we looked at the cool blue inviting water.

   "You're one of those dip a toe, then half a foot, then a whole foot kind
of people," I accused.

   "So?"

   "Oh baby!" I said and scooped her into my arms.  I took three running
steps and we sailed into the air.

   "Oh fu..." I heard before the water pulled us down.  Mental note to talk
to Allie about her language.  As we submerged, I released her and pushed
her toward the surface.  A couple of seconds later, I surfaced near her,
though out of arm's reach.

   "That was mean," she sputtered.

   "You're not the first person to say that," I told her as I treaded water
and tried unsuccessfully not to look over at Tami.

   Allie caught my glance and nodded, smiling to herself.  It was pretty
much common knowledge around the school that I'd had a thing for Tami and
that she'd dumped me hard.  Though I didn't think anyone knew the details.

   "But now that you're in, it feels good, right?" I asked.

   "Well, yes," she conceded.

   "So you owe me kiss," I stated with a hopeful smile.

   "Or a slap," she threatened.

   "Your choice, my princess," I said and swam closer.  Allie giggled, then
floated closer and kissed me.  On the lips.  Just a quick kiss, but it was
a start.

   "You're weird, but I think I like you," she said with another giggle.

   "I do tend to grow on people." 'Most people, ' I added to myself but
didn't look at Tami.

   We floated there looking at each other for almost a minute before Allie
broke the silence.  "I heard you were a diver?"

   "A great diver," I confirmed.

   "How great?"

   "California State Champion."

   Okay, I won one city championship.  But if we hadn't moved...

   "Show me," she demanded.

   "Your wish, my princess." It's hard to bow when floating in water, but I
tried.  Then I swam to the ladder on the side of the pool and climbed out.
I hopped up on the driving board like an Olympic champion.

   I walked to the middle of the board, then inched my way to the end.  I
looked down at the water and quivered.  I pushed down on the board to make
the board bounce me and quivered some more.  "You know, the wind is coming
from the east today.  It really has to come from the west to do any diving.
Maybe next time." I started inching backwards.

   "You're so full of it," she accused as I got halfway.

   I got to the end of the board and turned around again.  "It's the wind.
It has to be just right or..." I took three quick steps forward, hurdled
onto the end of the board, and launched high into the air.  Then I flipped
backward, somersaulted one-and-a-half times, and entered the water cleanly.
It's called a gainer, and it's a pretty impressive dive, especially when
you don't know it's coming.

   I surfaced and grinned at Allie.  "See, I was trying to flip forward."

   Allie swam up to me and grabbed me in a big hug, which caused us both to
sink under the water.  While we were down there, I leaned forward and
kissed her.  She didn't pull away, so I held the kiss, prying open her
mouth with my tongue.  Both our mouths filled with water, and her mouth
filled with my inquisitive tongue.

   While it was a very sensual experience, it was also a tad hard to
breathe.  So as we sank to the bottom of the pool, I pushed off and sent us
back to the surface.  I broke the kiss just as we broke the surface.

   "Paula was right: you're dangerous," she said.  I knew then that
cheerleaders talked too much.

   "I do my best," I said as enigmatically as I could.

   Allie looked at me for a long time.  "Paula said..."

   I never found out what Paula had to say about me.  From the side of the
pool we heard a sound like a snort.  We turned to see Tami gathering up her
towel.  We watched, treading water as she stood and walked away.  I watched
her all the way to her door and listened as it slammed shut.

   "I don't think she likes me," Allie said softly.

   "I don't think you're wrong," I agreed.  I had no idea why Tami didn't
like Allie.

   "You sure liked watching her ass," she accused.

   "It sure was cute," I agreed.

   She moved back and then splashed water at my face.

   "What can I say, I like scenery," I told her with a big grin.  "And I
never compare it," I added before she could ask.

   "Awwww."

   "I have learned to appreciate nature in all her forms."

   "I was right before," she said and started to swim away.  "You're full
of it."

   "My mother would agree with you," I yelled across the pool.

   We swam for another hour.  Sometimes we would come together, and I would
get a quick kiss or grope before she swam away.

   I suggested a little lunch.  We climbed out and started drying off.  "I
could help you with that," I offered.  But she seemed to feel it would be
better if she did it herself.

   We walked home.  After I closed the gate I slipped my arm around her. 
From the corner of my eye, I thought I caught some movement in Tami's front
window, but maybe it was just the wind.

   "Le Chateau Sims has one of the best lunch menus in the county."

   "Really?"

   "Of course.  You have a choice of a peanut and jelly sandwich, a tuna
fish sandwich or the specialty of the house, a grilled cheese sandwich."

   "That is an impressive menu," she agreed.

   "So what will it be?" I asked as we got to the house and I opened the
door for her.

   "I believe la spÃ(C)cialitÃ(C) de la maison."

   "I didn't know you spoke French," I said in amazement.

   "Oui, oui."

   "Approuver, le fromage grillÃ(C)," I told her, which pretty much
exhausted my store of French.

   We stepped into the nice cool house.  Central air, you know.

   I pointed at the sofa and walked back to the kitchen to start lunch. 
"Something to drink?"

   "Pepsi, please."

   I got a Coke out of the refrigerator, carried it into the living room,
and presented it to her over my fore arm like a sommelier with a good
bottle of wine.  "The good stuff.  I will assume that your parents are
responsible for your lack of upbringing.  I'll report them to Children's
Services right after lunch.  But I will expect you not to use that kind of
language in my house."

   "What language?  Pep..."

   "Shush."

   Allie giggled and opened her Coke.

   I went back to the kitchen and worked on lunch.

   We ate in the living room, a Coke in one hand and a sandwich in the
other, a plate balanced on our legs.  After we finished we both stood up. I
gathered the plates and empty cans and took them back to the kitchen.  I
came back and stood about a foot in front of her.

   "We should get you out of that wet suit," I told her.

   "I've got my other clothes right here," she said, pointing at the
clothes lying on the end of

   the sofa.

   "Not exactly what I had in mind," I said as I stepped forward.  I
wrapped my arms around her and pulled her close.  I knew I was moving too
fast and waited for her to put the brakes on.  But as I closed my lips on
hers, her mouth opened and my tongue entered and started wrestling with
hers.

   I held one hand on the small of her back while the other rubbed her
upper back and slid under the strap of her top.  She held the kiss and
kissed back hard, so I started sliding my hand around her body toward the
front.  She had to realize it was inside her suit but made no move to stop
me.  A few seconds later my hand closed on her breast, her nipple stiff and
pressing into the palm of my hand.

   She still hadn't tried to stop me, so I slid my other hand down inside
the bottom of her bikini.  Right along the crack of her ass.  With my other
hand, I pulled her top up and revealed her breasts.  I broke our kiss and
dropped my face toward her other breast, the one not being massaged by my
very lucky hand.

   I closed my lips on her nipple and started teasing it with my tongue.

   My other hand had pushed her bottom clear past her ass and roamed freely
over her taut globes and explored the valley between.

   "Damn, you're beautiful," I whispered as I released her nipple and
started kissing my way down to her stomach, her belly button and her
pelvis. I dropped to my knees and kissed the small triangle of cloth that
protected her treasure from my lecherous eyes and lips.  "So damn
beautiful."

   I kissed the crotch of her suit again, then leaned back and grabbed the
strings at the side that held the front triangle to the back.  I started
gently pulling down, giving her time for an objection.  An objection that
didn't come.

   I watched as a patch of copper red hair was revealed.  Then the pink
lips of her pussy.  I leaned in again and kissed those lips, caressing them
with my own.  I kissed back up toward her belly button, stopping to nuzzle
her soft silken patch, then I kissed down again.  With my thumbs I pulled
her cunt lips open and kissed her inner tunnel.  I slipped my tongue
forward, teasing her inner lips before pushing into her love tunnel.

   Above me she moaned but didn't complain.

   I couldn't believe that she was letting me do this.  I mean, I'd gone so
fast.  Hell, I don't think we said two dozen words to each other all during
school.  Maybe a couple dozen more during my summer bike rides.

   After Paula and her, not to mention the kids, I was beginning to believe
that girls liked sex too.

   I fucked my tongue in and out of her.  She grabbed the back of my head
and pulled me closer.  I figured that meant I was doing something right.

   I pushed my tongue deep into the girl.  So deep that the
whatever-it's-called piece of skin that attaches my tongue to the bottom of
my mouth actually hurt as it pressed against the bottom of her pussy.  No
one ever mentioned that in the stories I read.  I was beginning to think
that ASSTR and SOL might not be the best source for sex ed material.

   I pulled my tongue back and attacked her clit.  It stuck out enough that
I could easily suck on it, and I did.

   "Jesus H..." Maybe I had a future as an evangelist, I thought as I heard
another girl get in touch with her religion.

   "Oh fuck!  Keep doing that.  More!  More!  MORRREEEEE!" Her body bucked,
then went rigid and she stopped breathing.  As she went limp and started
breathing again I wondered idly if anyone had ever had such a great orgasm
that they forgot to start breathing again.  Death by orgasm.  That would
give new meaning to the old saying about 'What a way to go.'

   "That was the best...  the best ever," she said as she fell back into my
dad's chair.

   "Uh, thanks." I didn't know, hell even years later I never knew, how to
handle that kind of compliment.  I guess part of it was never knowing how
sincere it was.  But even if it was sincere, 'Aw shucks, Ma'am, tweren't
nothing, ' just didn't seem appropriate.

   I stood and wondered what to say next.

   "I think you enjoyed it, too," she said.  I wasn't sure what she mean
exactly until I realized that her eyes were focused on the bulge in the
front of my swimming suit.  "Come here," she ordered.

   I stepped over to her.  She grabbed the waistband of my swimsuit and
yanked it down, making my cock bounce from it's sudden release.

   "Look, it's waving," she said with a giggle.

   I knew she didn't mean it that way, but I wish girls wouldn't giggle
when the first see Big Tony.  Okay, the nickname was lame.  I'll work on
it.

   "I think it likes me," she said huskily.

   "I know it likes you," I agreed.

   Allie loosely wrapped her hands around my balls and pulled.

   As my cock came closer to her mouth she lightly blew on the head.  I
almost blew my wad right there.  Her tongue flicked out and grazed the
groove behind my head, and that was all she wrote.  As the first gush flew
out and landed on the arm of the chair I wanted to curl up and die for
coming that quick.

   But Allie moved her hand onto my shaft and started pumping.  "I guess
you really did enjoy my cunt."

   I just nodded and concentrated on not falling down as my legs went weak.

   Allie kept pumping, and I watched as the fourth, then the fifth glob
landed on the carpet.  Allie pumped again but only a drop came out of my
pisshole and hung there.  She released my cock and gathered it up with the
tip of her finger.  Then she brought it to her mouth.  The tip of her
tongue shot out and licked it up.  "Too bad."

   I decided she meant too bad that I hadn't waited until my cock was in
her mouth.  I hope.

   We stayed like that, her sitting naked, me standing with my shrunken
friend in front of her face.  I was kind of embarrassed in the aftermath of
sex.  Especially since I couldn't go the distance.

   "Want to hit the pool again?" I asked after the silence got too loud.

   "Sure," she said and jumped up.  We dressed and went back to the pool.

   I figured we'd swim for awhile and then come back so that I could try
again.  But as the afternoon wore on, people came and went.  Alana and her
brothers and sisters.  Paul and Kathy.  Paula and Ann.  Even Tami came
back.

   Before I knew it, it was almost five and time to jump on our bikes and
ride back to Allie's house.

   As we rode I wondered if there were classes to teach cocks patience.



   Chapter 19

   "Damn Girl Scouts!" I snarled as I hung up the phone.  Who the hell ever
heard of having a jamboree in the middle of the summer?  Still, they looked
cute in their uniforms.  And I loved those peanut butter sandwich cookies
they sold.

   So Allie was out of the picture for two weeks.

   Paula was working.

   The kids were at their babysitters today.

   Maybe I could call up, pretend to be a radio DJ, and tell Mrs.  Parker,
she just won tickets to tonight's Ozzy Osbourne concert.  Nah.

   I was horny!  Big surprise.

   And there was nobody to play with.

   I looked down at my right hand.  It was ready, willing and able.  But
frankly, the magic had gone out of our relationship.

   There was my left hand, but that would be too much like cheating.

   I could stop by Tami's house.  "Hi, Tami.  I know you're not speaking to
me, but would a blow job by out of the question?"

   I decided that I had absolutely no desire to see what it felt like
having a steak knife plunged repeatedly into my chest.

   Aw hell, I might as well go swimming.

   It took me about ten minutes to find my Speedos, change, find a clean
towel, and generally get organized.  Not that I was in any rush.  As I was
heading out the door, I happened to glance at Dad's chair and saw at least
a dozen popcorn kernels around the base.

   I started to make a comment about his sloppiness but stopped myself.  I
had to remind myself that I was a normal -"relatively normal
-"thirteen-year-old male, not Felix Unger Jr.  Still, you'd think my dad
would have some consideration for all my hard work around the house.

   I was in no hurry as I strolled toward the pool.  I figured I'd swim
some laps, do a few dives.  The pattern seemed to be that people would
start coming around about two thirty or later.  It was just past one.

   I didn't realize there was anyone in the pool until I'd closed the gate
behind me and tossed my towel onto the top of the fence.  I was about to
take a running dive into the water when I noticed a head just above the
water in the shallow end.  It was looking away from me, past Mikee and
Kelly's house.  There was a lot of blond hair attached to it and floating
on top of the water, so I figured it was a girl.  Of course, these days,
long blond hair didn't mean much, but between that and the royal blue
one-piece swim suit I could make out beneath the water, I figured I had a
better than even chance of being right.

   But I didn't recognize the head.

   "Hi!" I yelled, trying not to grin as she jumped a good three inches out
of the water before turning around.

   "Hi, Tony," she said, shielding her eyes from the sun.  I knew her, but
still couldn't put a name with her face.  "Alana just left with two really
hot guys."

   "So?" I thought.

   "I think their names are Jeremy and Jarad.  You know, those brothers on
the basketball team."

   I knew who she meant.  Jeremy Colton was going to be a senior this year,
and there were supposed to be a lot of scouts coming to look him over.  His
brother, Jaime, was a junior and supposed to be even better.

   I didn't care much.  After all, it was the high school.  I was glad they
were going to have a hot team.  School pride and everything.  But it's a
silly game after all.  Trying to put a stupid ball through a hoop.  Great
for a driveway, but who cared.  Not a game of skill like baseball.

   I still didn't have a clue who the babe in the pool was.

   "Alana was wearing these really skimpy shorts and Jeremy was all over
her."

   Lightbulb!

   Tabitha Miller was Tami's best friend and one of the more annoying
people at school.  Very nosey and very gossipy.  I didn't know what Tami
saw in her.  I knew what I saw in her.  Nice bod, medium tits and good
legs.

   "You know, Tabitha, I can call the manager and have you hauled off to
jail for trespassing in our pool."

   "You silly.  I'm here with Tami."

   "Really, I don't see her."

   "Silly, she's not here."

   "Then you're trespassing."

   "She had to go somewhere with her mother.  She'll be back in a half hour
or so."

   "But right now, you're not here with someone from the park?"

   "I guess not," she admitted.

   "It's okay.  You can wait outside the fence."

   "But..."

   I didn't hear the rest of it because I chose that moment to run and dive
into the water.  I swam underwater to the opposite side of the pool, then
turned and swam to the shallow end, surfacing in the three foot section.

   "But I don't want to wait outside," she said with a pout.

   "Then I guess you'll have to be my guest," I said and bowed, plunging my
face into the water.

   Tabitha giggled.

   "And just what do I have to do to become your guest?" she asked after
I'd straightened.

   "Not much.  You can start by getting out of your suit."

   Tabitha threw an arm over her chest and another across her hips.  "I'm
not that kind of girl," she said, half indignant and half amused.

   "Those are the only kind I have as guests."

   "I heard you had Allie as a guest?" she half asked, half accused.

   "Your point?" I asked flatly.  I was embarrassed but didn't want to show
it.  I also didn't want to get Allie dragged into the dirt by this Hedda
Hopper wannabe.

   "Nothing," she said lightly and turned away from me.

   I dropped into the water and swam toward her.  I grabbed her ankles from
behind, pulling myself through her legs and turning so that I surfaced
facing her.  I stood, inches away from her.

   "Have you ever considered that having sex might be more fun than talking
about other people having it?"

   "I don't know...  I don't know what you mean," she stammered.

   "I think you do," I said, staring her in the eyes until she dropped her
head.

   "I..."

   "You can tell me about Jeremy's hands on Alana's ass, or..." I reached
around her and put both my hands on her ass and pulled her closer until the
bulge in my Speedos was pressed into her stomach.

   "You can't do this," she protested but didn't try to pull away.

   "Why?" I asked and pressed my cock harder into her stomach.  It thanked
me.

   "Tami."

   "Tami isn't here.  You're here.  I'm here." I felt like writing a song.
A sequel to 'If you can't be with the one you love, love the one you're
with.'

   "Have you ever kissed a guy?  Or do you just tell everybody who else is
doing it?"

   "Of course I've kissed guys."

   "Good." I closed my mouth to her and let my lips press against hers.  I
could feel how tightly she kept her mouth closed but ignored it.

   "Wasn't that better than talking about Bobbi kissing Chad behind the
bleachers?"

   "No," she said but not convincingly.

   "Really?  I must be doing something wrong." I kissed her again, opening
my mouth slightly and running my tongue along the edges of her lips.  I
moved my left hand onto the crack of her ass and ran my middle finger along
it.  My right hand traced it's way from her butt cheek to her side, up her
rib cage, and finally settled on her breast.  Her nipple felt like a tiny
pebble through the fabric of her suit, so I was satisfied that I was
getting her excited.

   She wasn't exactly kissing back.  But she wasn't fighting back either.

   I broke the kiss, reluctantly removed my hands, and stepped back.  "You
want me to go away?"

   "I...  Tami's my best friend."

   I almost said 'What does that have to do with the price of eggs in
China?' and wondered why I was channeling my grandfather.

   "So?  I'm not her boyfriend.  I'm not cheating on her."

   "She..."

   I really wanted to hear what 'She...  ', but I was on a roll.  "This
isn't about Tami and what she wants.  It's about what you want.  Do you
want me to go away?"

   "No." When it came it was so soft that I almost didn't hear it.

   I stepped forward and kissed her again, my hands quickly finding
familiar places.  This time my tongue probed her closed lips.  I felt them
relax and my tongue plunged forward.

   Her tongue surged forward, and they wrestled in her mouth.  My thumb was
planted squarely on her nipple, and as I rubbed, a soft moan escaped her
mouth.

   My other hand pushed between her legs, and I rubbed the bottom of her
pussy.

   She jerked away from me, snapping her mouth closed and almost taking my
tongue with her.

   "Time for me to go home?" I asked, trying to keep the amusement out of
my voice.

   "No, I...  you just surprised me."

   "Surprises are what make life worth living," I said, sounding like a
fortune cookie.

   "I've never done anything like this before."

   "We all have to start somewhere." I reached forward and cupped the mound
of her pussy.

   "I..."

   "You talk too much." I kissed her again.  My tongue, slightly bruised on
it's earlier reconnaissance, nevertheless volunteered to go back into enemy
territory and was welcomed like an old friend.

   I took my hand off her pussy mound and used my forefinger to trace a
circle around her mound and then, from the bottom up, I traced the crease
between her pussy lips.

   "You have a nice pussy," I told her, breaking the kiss for a bit of
oxygen.  She looked slightly shocked that I'd talk about her pussy, despite
what I was actually doing to it.  Girls.  Go figure.  I decided that I
talked too much too.

   I kissed her nipple through her suit, then her other.  Then I ducked
beneath the water and kissed where I thought her belly button would be.  I
went lower and kissed her pelvis.  Then I pressed my face into the crotch
of her suit and kissed her pussy for all I was worth.

   I stayed like that for fifteen or twenty seconds, surfaced, took a big
breath of air, and repeated.

   The third time, before I pushed my face into her crotch, I wormed two
fingers under the side of the fabric and exposed her pussy to the world. 
Well, maybe not the world, but I had a good underwater view.

   I gently kissed all around her lips, then pressed my face forward and
kissed her inner lips.  Then I had to surface.  I kissed her on her mouth.
"Tabby, you taste delicious." The look on her face was a mixture of
pleasure and confusion.  I kissed her again and then started back down. 
Her nipples, a deep breath, her belly button, and back to her pussy.  I
nibbled at her clit and felt her shiver.  I enjoyed sucking on it.  I could
tell she was enjoying it to.

   I could stay like this forever.  Except for the burning sensation in my
lungs.  Oxygen is so addicting.  I needed a fix.

   I surfaced and took a big gulp of air.

   Either I needed to practice holding my breath or find a new venue.

   "The hell with it," I muttered.

   I picked up Tabitha and carried her to the side of the pool.  I lifted
her up and sat her on the edge, spreading her legs and lowering my face
into her promised land again.

   "What if someone comes?" she asked as my tongue probed deep into her
cunt.

   I looked up for a second, "Let me know; we'll charge admission."

   I went back to her pussy and sucked on her clit again.

   "What if Tami..."

   "We'll charge her double."

   "I..."

   "I told you before, you talk too much."

   "I..."

   I looked her in the eye, "You want me to stop."

   "God, no."

   I grinned and went back to her pussy.  I spread her legs a little wider
and burrowed my face deeply into her crotch.  I captured her clit between
my tongue and upper lip and rolled it around.

   "Oh God!" she moaned.

   Another convert.

   "God damn!  Fuck!  Fuck!  FUCK!!!"

   'Another satisfied client, ' I thought as I stood up.  I looked around.
So far we weren't the main attraction for anybody.

   Tabitha lay back, breathing hard.

   "I believe I mentioned that doing it was more fun than talking about
other people doing it," I said smugly.

   "Oh fuck!  Damn!  Jesus!" She shuddered and I wondered if she was having
another orgasm.

   When she recovered, I lifted her off the edge of the pool and back into
the water.  I looked around.  We were still alone.  I guided her to the
shallowest part of the pool.  The water was about two-and-a-half feet high
and came to just below my crotch.  I pushed my Speedos down my legs,
letting my cock swing free.

   Tabitha, who hadn't covered her pussy yet, stared wide-eyed.  "What...
?"

   "Just relax," I instructed softly.

   I put my hands on her shoulders and pressed down gently.  She resisted
for several seconds.  I didn't press harder, but I didn't stop pressing
either.  Then she relaxed and dropped to her knees.  The water came to her
neck.  And she was eye level with my battering ram.  I hoped it wouldn't
scare her, but right now it really wanted some attention of it's own.

   "I've never..."

   "You've done a few things that you've never," I said with a grin.  "Have
you regretted anything yet?"

   "I guess not."

   If she only guessed, the orgasm I gave her must not have been as good as
I thought.

   I leaned forward as slowly as I could, until the tip of my cock brushed
against her lips.  For a second, nothing; then she pulled away.  We stayed
like that, then she leaned forward until her lips were barely touching
again.  Ten-year-old Kelly hadn't been as tentative as this.

   Then she kissed my cock.  Just for a second.

   She leaned forward to kiss it again, but it jerked and slapped her in
the nose.  She pulled back as if stung.

   I struggled not to laugh.  "Give me your hand."

   She lifted it up above the water.  I took it and placed it gently on the
base of my cock.  "That will make it easier," I told her.  She wrapped her
fingers around my cock.  She looked up at me, blushed, then looked back at
my cock in her hand.

   She kissed my cock again, this time holding the head against her sucking
lips for almost three seconds.  I wished I could let her move at her own
pace, but my cock was getting insistent.  There was also the problem of
being in the middle of a public pool.

   I put my hand on the back of her head and slowly pulled her toward my
steely rod.  I expected her to resist, but she opened her mouth and my cock
slide in.  As I bumped into the back of her throat she closed her lips
around the base of my cock.  I slowly withdrew until only the head was
trapped by her lips, then I thrust forward again.

   Her lips clutched at my shaft, and her tongue pretended to be the
proverbial inchworm measuring the marigold as it explored every inch.

   I built a rhythm of thrusts, and she reached up and grabbed my ass,
helping me fuck her mouth.  I'd created a monster.

   I saw the back door of Alana's house open and Mikee look out.  She must
have come home a few minutes ago.  I wondered if Mrs.  Parker really did
have another concert.

   Mikee looked toward the pool and saw me.  She started to wave and
stopped.  Her mouth opened wide, and she held her hand over her eyes to
shield them from the glare of the sun.  I think Mikee knew exactly what was
happening.

   Kelly stepped out next to Mikee, and they whispered together.

   Damn.  I was turned on by having my two little cuties watch me getting a
blowjob in the middle of the pool.  I felt my balls swell.  I wanted to
warn Tabitha, but somehow I couldn't seem to get the words out before my
cock pulsed and a surge of cum coated the back of her throat.  I pictured
thousands of little swimmers searching for an egg and finding only tonsils.

   As surge after surge of cum shot out and down the back of her throat,
Tabitha coughed but kept swallowing.  Then the strength left my legs, and
with a groan I sank to my knees, my cock slipping from her mouth.

   I looked Tabitha in the eye.  "That was awesome."

   She blushed.

   "Hi guys!" the girls yelled as they ran in the gate towards us, dressed
in their bikinis.

   I reached down and pulled up my suit.

   I could see Tabitha fiddling with her suit under the water.

   "Hi," Tabitha said, standing and moving away from me.  I grinned,
knowing she was embarrassed.

   "What are you up to?" Mikee asked with a knowing smile.

   "Nothing!" Tabitha said quickly.

   "Do you know Mikee and Kelly?  These are Alana's sisters."

   "Uh, hi."

   "This is Tabitha.  A friend of Tami's."

   Mikee's eyes opened wide as she digested that.

   "Your sister really likes her boyfriend, Jeremy.  I saw them earlier,"
Tabitha said, searching for a way to break the silence.

   "That's not her boyfriend," Kelly explained.

   "Yeah, she's going out with Mike Briant," Mikee added.

   "Really?" Tabitha asked and moved toward the girls.

   I shook my head and waded toward the steps out of the pool.

   As I let myself out the gate, I saw Tami and her mom drive up.

   I remembered that I really didn't like Tabitha, and it looked like her
gossipy ways weren't changing anytime soon.

   I still didn't like her, but I had to admit that was a hell of a first
blowjob.

   I wondered if Tabby would gossip about this.



   Chapter 20

   It was about six on Friday.

   Mikee had left a few minutes before, and I was getting ready to go back
to the pool when the doorbell rang.

   I wondered if it was Kelly.  Slightly out of order, but always welcome.

   I opened the door with a grin.

   Kenny was standing there.  Kenny had never come to my house again.  I
wasn't really happy that he had come now.

   "Yes," I said without any friendliness.

   "Hi.  I..."

   I didn't say anything more, I just waited.

   "I, um, I wondered..."

   While he stammered, I wondered if he knew about me and his little
sisters.  But if he did, he would have started the conversation with a
fist.

   "I wondered if you had any booze?" he finally got out.

   I don't know what I was expecting, but it wasn't that.

   "If I had booze, why would I give it to you?"

   "Well, you see, uh, the girls wanted it, they..."

   Now I understood.

   It had been an interesting week.  I didn't know if it was torture or
pleasure most of the time.

   Alana had friends.  Man, did she have friends.  And they were here.

   Monday, three of Alana's friends had shown up from Olympia, and all week
long she and they had been hanging around.

   Mostly around the pool.

   Their four bikinis put together used less material than most girls' one.

   Surprisingly, I spent a lot of time at the pool this week too.  But so
did Paul.  And Kenny.  Even Kenny's little brother Peter.

   So did Mikee and Kelly, though for different reasons.  Since Alana was
going to be around all week, they'd been paroled.

   Actually it worked out pretty good.  Alana and her three friends,
Marcia, Stephanie and Victoria, would torture me to a ever-lasting hard-on,
and then I'd announce that I was going home for awhile.  A few minutes
later either Mikee or Kelly would show up.  They'd gone back to taking
turns.

   After half an hour or so, she'd go back to the pool, and fifteen minutes
later, so would I.  Three or four blowjobs a day and all the pussy I could
eat.  I guess I wasn't having that bad a week.

   Mom and Dad were at Traci's end-of-camp recital.  I couldn't remember if
it was drama camp this week or dance camp.  But I had the place to myself.

   "What exactly did the girls want?" I asked, coming back to reality.

   "Uh, they want to have a party tonight, and said Bobby and I could come
if we had some booze." Bobby was a friend of his from down the road.

   "So why would I give you any?"

   "I'd pay you."

   "No thanks," I said and closed the door.

   I waited right there, and a minute later Kenny knocked.

   "Yes?" I asked, opening the door for him.

   "Twenty bucks."

   I looked at him for about ten seconds, as if considering.  "Don't think
so." I started to close the door again.

   "And they..." he started in a normal voice, "want you to come." He
finished in almost a whisper.  It must have killed him to say that.

   "Why?"

   "They think you're cute," he snarled.

   I know that had to hurt.

   "What do they want?"

   "Whatever you can get," he said grudgingly, forgetting this was all his
idea.

   "I can get anything," I said confidently.  "What do they want?"

   Kenny looked skeptical.  "Alana said rum and Marcia said vodka."

   I grinned.  "Does Alana like white, gold or dark rum?"

   Kenny stomped off.

   I didn't drink much myself.  Couldn't stand beer, but I'd have a glass
of something at a party or whatever.  And it just happened that my best
bud, Luke, had a dad who ran a liquor store.  I called him up, and an hour
later his dad brought him by with a backpack that I'd 'forgotten' at his
house.

   Inside, wrapped in some t-shirts, were a bottle of Myer's rum and
Stolichnaya vodka.  Nothing but the best for my girls.

   Kenny came by about nine, after it had started to get dark.  I grabbed
the backpack, and we headed for his house.  I wasn't surprised when he
didn't talk.

   Outside his back door, Alana, her friends, and Bobby were waiting.

   The girls looked like a spread in Playboy.  Maybe Girls of Washington
High Schools.  They were all wearing cut-offs and half shirts.  Marcia had
the most respectable cut-offs.  They were at least two-and-a-half inches
below her crotch.

   "Did you get something?" Bobby asked as we walked up.

   I gave him a look of pity and smiled at the girls.

   Kenny picked up a flashlight that had been sitting on the back step and
led us behind the trailer court and back into the woods.  He took the same
path that I used when I was looking at my owl but led us past my spot to a
large clearing.

   Someone, sometime, had cut down three trees and pulled them into a
triangle.  The area at the center had been cleared and a fire pit dug. 
Kenny must have prepared earlier, because now he pulled a lighter out of
his pocket and lit some newspaper and a fire started.  I noticed there was
even a stack of firewood behind one of the logs.

   Kenny and Bobby sat down on one log.  Stephanie and Alana sat on the
second, and Victoria and Marcia took the third.

   For a minute I was tempted to sit on the log with Kenny and Bobby.  All
these girls were so far out of my league I didn't have a chance.

   Then I remembered another night with a girl out of my league.  I didn't
have a chance, so I took a shot, expecting to be shot down and interesting
things had been happening with Paula ever since.

   Besides, they thought I was cute.

   I sat down between Victoria and Marcia.

   Kenny glared at me.

   I set the backpack down in front of me and zipped it open.  "For you." I
pulled out the bottle of Stoli and handed it to Marcia.  "And for you." I
pulled out the Myers and handed it across to Alana.

   "Good stuff," she said, looking at the label.

   "What about us?" Victoria demanded from next to me, indicating herself
and Stephanie.

   "And what are you going to do for your bottle?" I asked with an obvious
leer.

   "What did they do for theirs?" Stephanie asked.

   I stood and bowed to her.  "A gentleman never tells."

   Stephanie giggled and Alana blushed.  I couldn't see the girls beside
me.

   I shrugged, "Actually, Kenny didn't get your order in.  Maybe you can
share."

   We did.

   We sat around for half an hour, taking turns drinking from the bottles
they passed around and watching the fire as it crackled in front of us.

   Mostly the girls talked about people they all knew in Olympia while the
other guys and I listened.

   "You know what I miss the most?" Alana asked after they'd been
discussing parties.  "Seven minutes in heaven with the Hewlett brothers."

   They all giggled, and I couldn't help wondering if she played with one
at a time or all the brothers, however many there were, at once.

   A few minutes later, Marcia, who was showing some of the signs from the
vodka suggested, "We could play here."

   "Yeah, with my little brother and his dweeb friends," Alana said,
shooting down the idea.

   But after the bottles passed around a few more times, the vodka almost
gone and only half the rum remaining, the idea resurfaced.  The girls
decided that a little seven minutes was just what the night needed.  Us
guys weren't consulted, I guess they assumed that we'd go along with
whatever they wanted to do.  Pretty safe assumption.

   If you've never played seven minutes, I highly recommend it.  It's
usually played in a house with a closet.  Two people are selected and go
into the closet and seven minutes later come out.  But lots of things can
happen in a dark closet in seven minutes.

   Bobby had brought a deck of cards with him, probably figuring that he
could talk the drunk girls into some strip poker.  Alana took the cards,
and the girls figured out a system and drew a card each.  Then Alana
announced that Bobby was going off with Stephanie.

   Bobby looked a little green, and Stephanie giggled.

   I was the only one wearing a watch.  Alana confiscated it, looked at the
couple, and said "Time." Stephanie took the flashlight, and the two of them
moved off down the trail.  A few seconds later, the light clicked off.

   We sat around the fire and listened to the sounds of the night.  My owl
hooted, something scampered through the brush, then there was a human sound
I couldn't identify.  A few seconds later, the light clicked on and started
moving towards us.

   As Stephanie came into the clearing, she announced, "Romeo tossed his
cookies." Bobby followed her, looking sick and ashamed.

   The girls giggled and started reminiscing about a similar incident in a
closet with a girl named Debbie and a guy named Carl.  I wasn't sure which
one of them tossed the cookies, and I wasn't about to ask.

   After a couple of minutes Alana shuffled the cards, and they each drew
one.  Alana announced that her brother would be escorting Victoria into the
woods.  She set the timer on my watch, said "Time," and we watched again as
the light disappeared into the trees and clicked out.  Before we could turn
back to the fire, we heard a loud slap and Victoria came stomping back into
the clearing.  After a few seconds, Kenny followed her with the flashlight.

   "Your brother has very rude hands," she said, roughly grabbed her
crotch, and sat back down in her place.

   I wondered if there was going to be a third round of the game.  As Kenny
came back into the firelight we could still see the imprint of Victoria's
hand on his cheek.

   Alana sighed and shuffled the cards again.

   I had no clue if the girls were rotating, or we were, or it was totally
random.  I just knew I didn't want to pair up with Alana, because I'd
freak, or Victoria, who was still simmering.

   "Marcia, you're up," Alana said after all the girls had drawn cards. 
Then she hooked her thumb at me.

   I stood and took the flashlight from Kenny, then motioned Marcia toward
the trail, lighting the way for her.  When we were about fifty feet from
the clearing, we stopped and I clicked off the light and put it in my back
pocket.

   We stood in the darkness looking at each other.  Actually, with the full
moon it wasn't all that dark.

   "And what would you like me to rub?" I asked softly.

   "What makes you think I want anything rubbed?" she asked, her tone
putting me in my place.

   "I thought that was why we were here."

   "My feet.  Rub my feet."

   "Sit down."

   "Why?" she asked suspiciously.

   "Because it's easier to rub your feet when you're not standing on them,"
I explained with a small laugh.

   "You're going to rub my feet?" She seemed surprised.

   I stepped forward, scooped her up, and deposited her ass on the leafy
ground.  I picked up a leg, pulled off her sandal, and propped it on my own
leg.  Then I started rubbing her foot.

   "You do that pretty good.  Do the other one," she commanded after about
a minute.  She switched feet, and I rubbed the other one, conscious that
seconds where ticking away and the clock was not my friend.

   "I do even better on other body parts," I suggested after about thirty
seconds.

   "Which body parts?"

   "All the good ones," I said with a grin that she couldn't see, but which
tinted my voice.

   "You're either full of it, or full of yourself."

   I grinned again and let her foot down.  I stepped behind her and,
mentally crossing my fingers, reached under her arms and cupped her
breasts. No bra.  I lifted her to her feet and then gently started rubbing
a single finger around each of her nipples and the surrounding areolas.

   "You've been practicing," she moaned.

   "Only once."

   I was wondering whether I could risk a journey south with one of my
hands when I heard "Time!"

   I silently cursed the inventor of this game.  Why wasn't it thirteen
minutes in heaven?  Thirteen was my lucky number.

   I pulled the flashlight out of my back pocket and lit the way as we
walked back.  As we came into the firelight I saw a look of surprise on
Alana's face and a look of loathing on Kenny's.  I stepped next to Marcia
and looked at her.  She was looking very satisfied.

   Damn, I'm good.

   Alana picked up the cards and shuffled them.  Then the girls each drew
one.  Before they looked at them I saw some looks pass between them that I
knew were significant but couldn't read.

   "Victoria and Tony."

   I smiled at Victoria, hoping she was over her mad, and picked up the
flashlight again.

   When we got to the second clearing and clicked off the light, I asked,
"And what do you like rubbed?"

   "What?"

   "Marcia has sensitive nipples and likes getting them rubbed." Normally I
try not to talk about other girls, but I had a feeling that these four
shared the information anyway.  "What do you like?" Even in the darkness I
could feel her eyes boring into me.

   "The same I guess."

   I stepped up to her and put my hands on her flat stomach, then slid them
upwards, under her half shirt and onto her small breasts.  I waited for the
slap, but it didn't come.  Victoria had the smallest tits of the four
girls. Where Marcia had tits the size of softballs, Victoria's were about
half a baseball.

   I adjusted my hands so that my thumbs covered her nipples and started to
apply gentle pressure.

   "Do you like Victoria or Vicky?" I felt like an ass as soon as I asked.
It was kind of a 'As long as I'm playing with your tits, why don't I get to
know you?' kind of question.

   "Victoria," she said and I heard her breathing speed up.

   "Pretty name." Another stupid thing to say, and to keep from saying
anything else stupid, I took her nipple into my mouth and put my spare hand
on her thigh.  When she didn't complain, I moved it lightly onto her
crotch.

   She still hadn't slapped my head off, so I squeezed her crotch as
rhythmically as I could through the denim.

   "Time!"

   I gave her nipple a last flick of my tongue and her crotch a last
squeeze and stood up.

   "Are you sure you're only twelve?" she asked as I lighted her way back
to the fire.

   "Thirteen," I corrected as we stepped back into the firelight.

   We sat down, and as I glanced at Kenny, I wondered if I should hire a
bodyguard.  The kid was not a happy camper.

   The cards were drawn and Victoria said, "Looks like Alana and Bobby,"
before Alana could say anything else.

   I was beginning to think the game was rigged.

   Alana gave her a curt nod, stood, and handed Stephanie my watch.  Then
she and Bobby walked into the woods.  Bobby still didn't look well.  I
hoped he wouldn't hurl all over her.

   I put my arms around Marcia and Victoria, earning a fierce look from
Kenny.  I thought about slipping my hands under the girls shirts, but
decided that would be pushing too far.

   Kenny looked over at Stephanie, but the look he got back was not an
invitation and he stayed where he was.  We all sat, watching the fire until
the watch buzzed and Stephanie yelled "Time!" into the forest.

   The couple walked back into the clearing.  I'd guess that Bobby kept
down his lunch but hadn't even touched the brunette goddess of the trailer
park.

   They sat back in their spots, and Alana picked up the cards and shuffled
for a long time.  Finally she held the deck out to the other girls and they
each drew.

   "Stephanie and Tony."

   When the darkness surrounded us in the second clearing, I stepped close
to Stephanie but didn't touch.  "The other girls liked having their breasts
rubbed, but I'd guess you're tired of guys mauling your tits." Stephanie
had the largest tits of the group.  They were the size of cantaloupes, and
the bottoms peeked out from beneath her shirt.

   "God, yes," she agreed.

   "Maybe we can find something better," I suggested and lightly brushed
the crotch of her cut-offs with my fingertips.

   She didn't pull away.  "You think you're pretty hot, don't you?"

   I was rubbing her crotch with the lightest touch of my fingers.  I knew
she could feel me, but just barely.  "No.  I think you're hot.  I'm just
lukewarm.  But I'm trying." She still hadn't complained so I rubbed harder.

   She moaned but said, "You're not that good."

   "I'll just have to try harder." I dropped to my knees and pulled down
the zipper on her fly.  I eased open her cut-offs and then started to pull
them down.  As soon as her panties were exposed, I pressed my face into her
crotch and nuzzled her pussy.

   "Don't..." she said, still not trying to get away.

   "Okay." I pulled down her panties and started licking the prize.

   She groaned again.  "You shouldn't."

   "I'll stop." I plunged my tongue deep into her pussy.

   "Ohhawgeefuoh!" she moaned.  I couldn't translate that, so I ignored it
and licked her pussy.

   Suddenly she grabbed me by the ears and pulled.

   "Time!"

   "You didn't hear that," she whispered and pulled my face tighter into
her pussy.

   Who was I to argue with an eleventh grader.  I kept licking.

   "Time!" I heard louder.

   Stephanie pulled my ears back, and I fell on my butt.  "Damn!" she said
as she pulled her panties and shorts back up.

   "Yeah," I agreed as I reached up and massaged my sore ears.  Note to
self: get head harness to wear for girls like Stephanie.  I didn't think
I'd made her cum, but I was sure I proved that eighth grade guys could make
girls feel good.

   "I called you a minute ago," Alana complained as we walked back to the
fire.

   "Didn't hear you," Stephanie said.

   "If you fix your fly it might help your hearing," Alana suggested
cattily.  I lanced down and saw that her fly was completely open.  I also
saw those panties of hers were purple.  As she zipped up without a trace of
embarrassment, I thought Kenny's eyes would bug out of his head.

   "Think we should call it a night?" Stephanie asked without sitting down.

   "I think we have time for one more," Alana said and started shuffling
cards.

   I sat down and put my arms around Marcia and Victoria again.

   "Marcia and my brother," Alana announced after the girls had drawn their
cards.

   Marcia did not look like she was all that happy about it, so I gave her
shoulder a squeeze before she stood up.

   As they disappeared into the woods, I caught Stephanie's eye and then
looked down at the empty place beside me.  She grinned but shook her head.
Can't win them all.

   Alana yelled "Time!" and the two came back quickly.  As Marcia came back
into the light she pantomimed something to the other girls.  If I read it
right, Kenny had pulled out his cock and tried to get her to hold it, then
jacked off when she wouldn't.  She sat down next to me and snuggled close
to my side.

   When Kenny came back into the light, I noticed that the bulge in his
pants had shrunk.

   Unfortunately, that made me more conscious of the bulge in mine.

   I didn't think asking Alana, when we went back, to ask Kelly to come out
for a few minutes would be in my best interests.  Or the best interests of
my balls staying attached to my body.

   Stephanie grabbed the cards and gave them a fast shuffle.  "One more."

   Each girl took a card and even before they turned them over, Stephanie
announced, "Looks like the last couple is Alana and Tony." She grinned at
me.

   I flashed on Christians being thrown to a pit of Lions.  Hungry, cranky
lions.

   Then I flashed on the same coliseum and a proud gladiator saying, "We
who are about to die salute you."

   I stood.

   "Could I see my watch for a second?"

   Alana handed it over as Kenny asked, "Out past curfew?  Afraid Mommy is
going to beat your bottom?"

   I ignored him and handed the watch to Stephanie.  Alana already had the
flashlight, and we walked the familiar path to the second clearing.

   We stopped and faced each other, then Alana clicked off the flashlight
and I could hear it drop to the ground.

   "I hope you don't think you're..."

   "Stephanie said you're horny and need a good cum," I interrupted.

   "I don't need...  Stephanie said that?"

   "She said it's been a long time since you really got your rocks off."

   "I don't..."

   I never found out what she didn't, as I covered her mouth with mine and
kissed her hard.  Her lips tasted like the rum she'd been drinking.  My
left hand found her ass and started rubbing through her cut-offs.  Did I
mention I hate denim?  My other hand moved under her shirt to her breast.
We who are about to die...

   Alana kissed back and didn't try to move my hands.  I wondered just how
much of the rum she had drunk.

   I had a moment of guilt; then Alana's hand settled on the bulge in my
shorts.  My cock spasmed and released a gallon of baby juice into my
shorts. Maybe just a quart; I didn't take time to measure.

   I pulled away, hoping she hadn't noticed, and dropped to my knees.  "She
said something about inserting something long, pink, and flexible into a
slot."

   "If you think I'm going to let you..."

   I was already unzipping her cut-offs and pulling them and her panties
down.  We who are about to die...

   Alana stood stock still.  I took a deep breath and stuck out my tongue,
then leaned forward and pushed it without warning deep into her cunt.  I
might be struck down any second, but I would have tasted goddess pussy.

   "You can't..."

   My tongue flicked against her clitoris and everyone of the eight
thousand nerves told her I could.

   "Ohhhh!" She stopped complaining and moaned.  My tongue dove deep into
her tunnel and she moaned again.  Then I took her clit between my lips and
sucked on it.  I felt her shudder and stiffen and I knew I had brought a
goddess to the cum she needed.  And if she never found out that Stephanie
hadn't suggested it, I might live to enjoy the memory.

   "Damn, why couldn't you be a senior?" she asked after a minute.

   "Because I'm thirteen."

   "You could teach the older guys a thing or two."

   I had no idea what to say to that, so for once I shut up.

   "Now it's your turn."

   I blushed, glad the darkness hid it.  I didn't want to tell her that I'd
already cum from her brief touch.  Then I realized that I was hard again.
Steel hard.  Titanium steel alloy hard.

   I stood, and Alana dropped to her knees, pulling my shorts and underwear
down with her.  Her hand found my cock and then her tongue followed.  My
cock jerked in her hand, and I willed it to be good.  To last.

   I blushed hard, knowing she had to be aware of the mess from my previous
explosion, but she made no comment.

   She ran her tongue all around the head, then across the pisshole.  I
tried to think unsexy thoughts, but all I could focus on was the high
priestess of sex had my cock in her mouth.  I could feel my semen building
up, ready to explode into her mouth.

   Then her fingertips played at the base of my balls and my need wasn't so
urgent.  Her mouth enveloped my cock, and her lips slid all the way to the
base and back.  She held my head in her mouth, and I felt the pressure
building up again.  She sucked my whole cock back into her mouth, and as I
bumped into the back of her throat my balls released their torrent.

   Alana calmly and expertly milked me dry.

   She stood and kissed me as I swayed in weakness.  I could taste my own
cum on her lips, but I kissed back hard.

   "Tiger, where have you been all my life?"

   "Half a dozen trailers away." I flashed on Alana and both her sisters on
one bed with me.  Then I flashed on Alana using my baseball bat to beat me
to a bloody pulp.

   "It's been a long seven minutes," she murmured as her hand caressed my
soft shrunken cock.

   "I may have, accidentally of course, turned off the buzzer."

   Alana laughed softly.

   "As drunk as they are, they won't notice for half-an-hour at least,"
Alana suggested.  "Think you can get this thing hard again?" It was already
starting to stir in her hand.  "I need a nice slow fuck."

   I pictured myself on top of Alana, my cock plunging into her cunt.  It
was like the holy grail of the trailer park.

   "Oh, God," I moaned.

   I pictured myself on top of Alana, my cock plunging into her cunt.  It
was like the golden fleece.

   I dropped my head to her chest, pulled up her shirt and sucked on her
tit.

   I pictured myself on top of Alana, my cock plunging into her cunt.

   "We'd better get back," I said softly and started gathering my clothes.
I found the flashlight on the ground, picked it up and clicked it on.  "The
others are pretty drunk.  It's time to get them home." I didn't look at
Alana's face, but I did look at her pussy.  It was just as beautiful as I'd
known it would be.  Alana gathered her clothes and dressed quickly.

   It was a perfect pussy, I thought as I watched it disappear.

   A god-damned perfect pussy.