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Pam and the Drill
by Jallen944 (jallen@burpingfrog.com)
***
Pam's friend shows her some new tricks. (ff-teens, 1st-
lesbian-expr)
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The hallway was packed with kids, a thousand of them,
from one end to the other. The stairs were crowded with
kids going up and coming down. Pam's locker was down
that hall somewhere, she hoped. Twice already that day
she got lost, and the books were getting heavy in her
arms. She hated the first day of school. She pushed
through the crowd. Her locker was on the left side,
wasn't it? She had to remember which hallway, the
locker number and the combination. She hated it.
She found her locker halfway down the hall, where the
crowd of kids was thickest. She wedged between two guys
in football jackets and stepped over somebody's
backpack. She lost her balance and bumped into a guy
and a girl making out against the locker beside hers.
"Hey, watch it," the guy said, glaring at her.
"Sorry," Pam said.
"Hey, Pam, what's up?" the girl said.
Pam looked up. It was Debbie, with her arms around the
guy's neck. Her face was flushed.
"Hi, Debbie. What are you doing here?"
"Hey, I'll see you. I gotta get to class," the guy
said.
"Ok," Debbie said.
He gave her one last kiss, glanced at Pam and walked
off through the crowd. They watched him go. Debbie had
a wide grin.
"Wow, he's cute," Pam said. She shifted the books to
her left hand and held them up with her knee. She
turned the dial on the locker, trying to remember the
combination.
"Yeah, I know. His name's Brian. He's a hot kisser,
too."
"You move pretty fast, I mean for the first day of
school, you know."
The locker didn't open. Pam spun the dial and tried
again.
"I have to. Can't let the other girls get all the good
guys. I already met three cute guys today."
Debbie leaned against the locker and watched Pam work
the combination. Finally, the locker opened.
"Why did you pick Brian?" Pam said. She dumped the
books in the locker with the others she collected that
day.
"What makes you think I just chose Brian?" Debbie said,
still grinning. "Besides, Brian gets my pussy wet. I
think I wanna make it with him."
Pam tried not to look at her. She didn't want Debbie to
see the jealousy on her face.
"How come you're here? I thought you graduated," Pam
said. She closed the locker and spun the dial.
Debbie shrugged. She pulled the piece of gum from
between her teeth into a string, wound it around her
long fingernail and sucked it back into her mouth.
"I missed too much school, you know, when I was
pregnant and all. They made me take it over." She
glanced at the other kids as if to see if they heard.
"So, like, what's your next class?"
"Math," Pam said.
"I got English. It's downstairs. Really boring, I bet."
"Where's your locker?"
Debbie pointed to the locker beside Pam's.
"Right here. Right next to you."
"Where are all your books?" Pam said.
Debbie shrugged again. "Don't have none."
Pam shook her head. "You're so lucky."
"I know. I always am," Debbie said with a giggle.
The bell rang. Pam jumped. Debbie rolled her eyes.
"Oh shit. I hate that fucking bell," she said.
Pam scrambled to get the schedule from her pocket.
"I'm late. I can't believe I'm late again. I don't even
know where my class is."
"Relax. It's not that big a deal," Debbie said and
touched her arm. "Look, I gotta get to class. I'll meet
you right here, ok, right after school? We can go to my
house. I got some stuff to show you."
"Ok," Pam said.
Debbie walked off up the hall, swinging her arms and
shaking her hips. The crowd of kids had thinned. Pam
looked both ways up the hall, unsure which way to go.
She finally found the room on the second floor. The
door was closed. She could hear the teacher's voice
from inside. She turned the handle and opened the door
slowly. He looked right at her.
Pam's heart stopped for a second. Her mouth parted
slightly. He was gorgeous.
"You're late," he said. He had a rich, deep voice to go
with his dark eyes. He picked up a sheet of paper from
his desk. "Are you Pam McCullen?"
"Yeah?" she said in a voice just more than a whisper.
He marked the sheet with his pen. "I was afraid you got
lost. That didn't happen, did it?"
"No," Pam said. Every kid in the classroom was looking
at her. Their faces were so foreign.
He smiled. "Good. Have a seat. We've already started."
He turned to the chalkboard and continued writing. Pam
looked for an empty seat. She found a desk near the
back of the room behind a guy with a red jacket. The
girl in the desk in the next row smiled at her.
The teacher was writing math stuff on the chalkboard.
He had written his name in the upper left corner.
"Mr. Smith," Pam said softly. She watched his back as
he wrote. He looked dreamy and his voice was so
soothing.
"Hey, your name's Pam McCullen, ain't it?" said the
girl in the next row, speaking in a low whisper.
"Yeah, it is."
"I thought so. Your brother's name is Ethan, right?"
"Yeah. How'd you know?"
The girl smiled. "Your brother plays hockey with my
brother."
They listened to Mr. Smith. He outlined what they would
do for that year, then passed out books and assigned a
page of homework. Pam groaned. How could he give them
homework on the first day?
Mr. Smith sat at his desk for the last few minutes of
class. The rest of the kids talked quietly. Pam leaned
across the aisle to the girl in the next desk.
"What's your name?" she said.
"Nancy."
Pam looked at Mr. Smith. "He's cute. I hate having
homework, though."
"I know it. Mr. Smith's the coach of the girl's
softball team, too."
"Really?" Pam watched him working at his desk and tried
to imagine him as a coach. She didn't know anything
about softball, though.
The guy with the red jacket in the desk in front of her
turned around.
"I heard he was gay," he said.
Nancy sneered. "You wish," she said.
The others sitting around them snickered. Pam smiled,
but she had no idea what they were talking about.
"I heard he has a big dick," the girl behind Nancy
said.
"Ooo, I'll bet it's real big," the guy in the red
jacket said.
"Where'd you hear that?" Nancy said.
The girl behind her lowered her voice.
"My sister's friend. She said she did it with him last
year."
"No way," Nancy said.
"Did what?" Pam said.
They all looked at her.
"You know, it. Don't be stupid," the girl behind Nancy
said.
Pam blushed and turned away. She didn't care what they
said. She still thought Mr. Smith was cute. She was
glad she had his class, even if he did assign homework
on the first day.
The bell rang. Pam went back to her locker, glad to
finally be done with the first day of school. The only
thing she had to worry about was that she remembered
which books she needed to do her homework.
Debbie was waiting by her locker. She had no books and
carried nothing but her purse. She smiled when she saw
Pam.
"So what was it like?" Debbie said.
"What was what like?"
"Math, silly."
Pam shrugged. The lock opened the first time she tried
the combination. The stack of books had grown to fill
more than half the locker. She got her purse and did
not bother to put the math book or her binder in.
"It was all right. It was just math, I mean. He gave us
homework on the first day."
Debbie sneered. "God. I hate that. Who was he?"
"Who?"
"The teacher."
"Mr. Smith."
"Oh God," Debbie said, rolling her eyes up. "He is
like, such a doll. I had him for math last year. He's
got this, like, gorgeous ass."
"Yeah, I know," Pam said. She could not look directly
at Debbie.
"Look, are you doing anything tonight?"
Pam held up her math book. "Just homework."
"Is it a lot?"
"No, just one page."
"Good. Come on, you can do it at my house," Debbie
said. She grabbed Pam by the arm and dragged her down
the hall.
Debbie lived only a couple of blocks from the school.
They walked past all the kids waiting for buses and
rides from their parents. The sun was still bright and
warm. The leaves had not yet started to change colors.
Debbie talked of the other girls in school and the guys
they were already going with. Pam listened, but
couldn't understand why none of the guys asked her to
go with them.
They walked up the driveway to Debbie's house.
"My brother's home. That's his car," she said, pointing
to the red car in the driveway.
"What's his name?" Pam said. She paused a moment to
look in the car. On the passenger seat was an old t-
shirt, a baseball glove and a baseball.
"Gary. He works at Stewart Chevrolet, you know, the car
dealership?" Debbie said.
"Oh."
"Yeah. He paints cars. That's why his looks so good."
"Oh," Pam said again. She didn't notice. She took
another second to look at the paint job and followed
Debbie into the house.
The inside was air conditioned and very comfortable.
Pam set her math book on a table next to a chair.
"You want a pop or something?" Debbie said. She went to
the kitchen and opened the refrigerator.
"Yeah, a pop," Pam said.
Debbie bent over with her hands on her knees.
"I got root beer or cherry pop. Which do you want?"
"Root beer," Pam said.
A guy appeared from behind the open refrigerator door.
He wore a pair of shorts but no shirt and his chest was
damp with sweat. He looked down at Debbie's backside
and put his hand right on her butt.
"Hey, Deb," he said.
She squealed and stood upright suddenly. A can of pop
dropped from her hand and bounced on the floor.
"Gary. You scared the shit out of me," Debbie shouted
and slapped his bare chest.
He grinned. "You wanna fool around?"
He put both hands around Debbie's waist and pushed her
back against the counter. His leg forced between her
knees. He leaned forward to kiss her, but she turned
her head.
"Gary, not now," she said, her hands on his shoulders.
Gary looked up and saw Pam. She smiled briefly. His
hands dropped from Debbie's waist.
"Who's your friend?" he said.
He walked through the kitchen in her direction. Pam
backed away until she ran into the table. The muscles
in his chest and arms rippled and she couldn't keep her
eyes off them.
"That's Pam," Debbie said.
"Hi," she said with a timid smile.
"Hey Pam." His eyes roamed down her body from her head
to her toes. "You're a pretty hot chick. You wanna get
it on?"
"Gary, leave her alone," Debbie said.
"What? She's old enough," Gary said, his hands out with
the palms turned up.
"She doesn't wanna do it with you."
Pam wasn't so sure. She glanced at Gary's crotch. The
front of his shorts had a nice lump.
"How do you know?" He looked at Pam. "What do you say?
Real quick, right here on the couch?"
"Get out of here," Debbie said.
Gary nodded, grinning. "Right. You chicks just don't
want me around so you can get it on."
Debbie smacked his shoulder. Gary flinched and laughed.
"All right, all right, I'm leaving," he said. He
grabbed a ring of keys off the table and left.
Debbie sighed. "He can be such a jerk sometimes."
"Yeah," Pam said. She was sorry to see him go. Through
the window, she watched him get in his car and drive
off. He might have been a jerk, but at least he wanted
to do it with her.
Debbie handed Pam a can of root beer. She dropped into
the recliner and propped her feet up.
"Gary's the one who got me pregnant."
Pam's eyes grew wide. "Really?"
"Yeah. I told him he would. I warned him to use a
rubber. He just fucked me anyway."
Pam stared. Debbie turned on the tv and flipped through
the channels. Pam tried to imagine her having sex with
her brother. She saw him laying on top of Debbie,
between her spread legs. She closed her eyes. Her own
crotch felt warm. She would love for that to happen to
her, even with Gary, but especially with Ethan.
Debbie turned off the television. "This is boring. Come
on, let's go to my room."
Pam grabbed her math book and followed Debbie down the
hall to her room. Debbie shut the door and fell on the
bed, bouncing. Pam instantly noticed a phone on the
night stand by the bed, and her mouth fell open.
"Oh my God, you've got your own phone. Is it real?" Pam
said.
Debbie's face looked incredulous. "Of course it's real.
What do you think?"
Pam sat on the bed with one leg tucked under and one
foot still on the floor.
"Can you call anyone anytime you want?"
"Yeah. Except when my Dad says it's too late. And I
can't call when someone else is on the phone."
"Oh," Pam said, a little disappointed. It wasn't as
exciting as if Debbie had her own phone all to herself.
"So, what do you wanna do?"
Pam held up her math book. "My homework?"
For a moment, Debbie looked horrified, but she smiled.
"Sure. Show me what you got." She scooted across the
bed next to Pam.
"Well, it's the first lesson," Pam said, and opened the
book.
"Oh, sure, that's easy. I can do this shit in my
sleep."
Debbie took the book from Pam's hands and set it in her
own lap. She stared at the page for a long time without
speaking. She turned a couple of pages, then turned
them back.
"Yeah, I remember this stuff. God, I hate math."
Pam watched her, gnawing the end of her pen. She
desperately hoped Debbie could help her get this done.
She hated to think what Mr. Smith would think of her if
she couldn't get the first homework assignment done.
Debbie sighed and handed the book back.
"I can't concentrate on that right now. I got too much
on my mind. Sorry."
Debbie climbed off the bed and went to her dresser. Pam
stared at her back, her mouth open. Was she serious?
She looked down at the page, open to the first lesson.
The math problems looked like a foreign language.
She turned the notebook to a fresh page and wrote "1."
on the top line. The instructions didn't help. She read
them for the third time. Mr. Smith explained how to do
them, but only briefly, and she didn't understand what
he meant and she couldn't remember, anyway. She wished
she stayed and asked for help.
"I think I'll call Dale," Debbie said. She bounced back
on the bed, sat on the edge, picked up the phone and
dialed. Holding the phone to her ear, she looked at Pam
and smiled.
Pam tried to smile back, but couldn't. She turned her
face down to the math book so she wouldn't have to look
at Debbie. Or was it so Debbie wouldn't see her face?
She couldn't figure out what she was feeling. The words
and the pages seemed to turn red.
"Hey, Dale. What's up?" Debbie said into the phone. She
lay back against her pillows and twirled the phone cord
in her fingers. "Huh? Not much. Just hanging out, you
know. Like, what are you doing? What? No way." She put
her hand over the mouthpiece and leaned toward Pam,
lowering her voice. "He says he and Wes are drinking
from his parent's liquor cabinet."
She giggled. Pam smirked and looked back at the math
book. None of it made any sense, and she couldn't
concentrate with Debbie talking on the phone. She tried
to shut it out. She had to concentrate, try to figure
out how to solve the first problem. She scribbled the
numbers on the page in the notebook until she thought
she had the answer, then started on the next problem.
Only nine more to go.
Debbie said something and Pam stopped in the middle of
writing the problem to listen. She couldn't be sure she
heard it right.
"What? She put it in her mouth? Did she suck it? Oh my
God," Debbie said and laughed.
Pam looked at her out of the corner of her eye. Debbie
was on her back, looking up at the ceiling. What were
they talking about?
"You did what? On her face and everything? No way,"
Debbie said, and laughed out loud. She noticed Pam
looking at her and covered the mouthpiece. "Dale says
he was getting a blowjob from some girl from Medford
and he came on her face. Ain't that so crazy?" She took
her hand away and spoke into the phone. "What? No, I
was talking to my friend, Pam. She's sitting on my bed.
No, dummy, she has her clothes on."
Pam set her pencil down. She couldn't concentrate,
especially with the image in her mind of Debbie's
friend shooting his stuff on the face of some girl from
Medford.
Debbie sat back against the pillows and looked directly
at Pam.
"Well, she's got blonde hair, she's real pretty ..."
She looked at Pam's chest. "Yeah, they're nice, about
as big as mine."
Pam blushed. Her arm covered her chest. Debbie giggled
into the phone, then suddenly looked shocked.
"What? Is she a virgin? How the hell should I know,
dummy?" Debbie said. She made a wide-eyed face at Pam.
Pam slapped at Debbie's leg, but she jerked it away,
laughing.
"Ok, hold on." Debbie held out the phone. "He wants to
talk to you."
Pam recoiled away. "Me? No way. No way."
"Yes, talk to him," Debbie said, and insistently thrust
the phone at her.
Pam swallowed hard. She took the phone and held it up
to her ear.
"Hello?" she said in a timid voice.
"Hey, are you Pam?" a boy's voice said.
"Yeah?"
"I'm Dale. How old are you?"
"Eighteen," Pam said.
Debbie climbed off the bed and went over to her
dresser. She kicked off her shoes and unfastened her
jeans.
"That's cool. I'm eighteen too, you know?" Dale said.
"Really?" Pam watched Debbie out of the corner of her
eye. She wiggled out of her tight jeans, pushed them to
the floor and stepped out. She wore black, lacy panties
that had thin straps on the sides. Pam wished she had a
pair of panties like those. All she had were plain,
white cotton panties. She wished her body was more like
Debbie's.
"So, look Pam, like are you hot, or what?" Dale said.
"What?"
"I said, are you a fox?"
Pam giggled. "I don't know. What's a fox?"
Debbie put on a pair of shorts and turned around. "Tell
him you're a fox," she said.
Pam covered the mouthpiece. "Why?" she said in a loud
whisper.
"If you're a virgin, I bet you must be pretty hot,"
Dale said before Debbie could answer.
Pam's mouth opened wide. "You think so?"
"Definitely. You like to kiss guys?"
"I guess so," Pam said. Her face became serious. "Why?"
"'Cause I'd like to give you a kiss," Dale said.
Pam giggled and covered her mouth. "You would?"
"Sure. Don't you wanna kiss me?"
Pam couldn't answer. Suddenly, she was warm all over
and her breathing was heavy.
"I can hear you breathing," Dale said. "Look, why don't
you and Debbie come over? I'll let you suck on my dick,
and I'll cum on your face, too."
Pam gasped. The words buzzed in her ears. She slammed
the phone down and looked into Debbie's surprised eyes.
"Why'd you do that?" Debbie said.
Pam shrugged. She was trembling.
"I don't know. I didn't like what he was saying."
Debbie looked from her to the phone and back again.
"What'd he say?"
Pam shrugged again. Her pulse raced.
"He said he wanted me to ... He wanted to come on my
face."
Debbie stared at her for a second, then laughed. "So
you hung up on him?"
"Yeah, he was rude."
Debbie laughed again. "What's wrong with giving Dale a
blowjob? Don't you want him to cum on your face? I know
he's not the best looking guy, but ..."
"I didn't think it would be right," Pam said, but
looking at Debbie's face, she wasn't so sure. If Dale
asked her to suck his dick, why shouldn't she? So what
if he wanted to come on her face? She'd like that, too,
wouldn't she?
Debbie shrugged it off. "No biggie. He'll call back. We
can suck his cock some other time."
Pam swallowed and squeezed her legs together. She
wanted him to call back right that moment. If he asked
again, she would suck his cock.
Debbie picked up a bottle of red nail polish and shook
it. "Hold out your hand," she said, and twisted the cap
off.
Pam looked at her math book, open on the bed beside
her, and held out her hand. Debbie pulled her closer
and rested Pam's hand on her bare knee. She touched the
brush to the nail on her pinky finger, painted it
quickly, and moved on to the next. The tip of her
tongue stuck out of the corner of her mouth.
"That's a nice color," Pam said. The deep red polish
sparkled. "I bet my brother would like it."
Debbie paused. "You have a brother?"
"Yeah. I thought you knew."
Debbie shook her head. "How old is he?" She set Pam's
right hand aside and started on her left.
"He's eighteen. He plays hockey."
"Is he cute?"
Pam shrugged. "I guess so. He's my brother."
Debbie grinned. "Is he hung?"
"Is he what?"
"Hung, you know, is he hung?"
"What does that mean?"
"It means does he have a big dick."
Pam giggled, trying not to let Debbie see how nervous
she was.
"How should I know?" She hoped Debbie couldn't tell she
was fibbing.
"You're his sister, right? Didn't you ever see him
naked?"
Pam blushed and looked away. Debbie watched her face.
The room was very quiet. Debbie lifted Pam's hand from
her knee.
"Your nails are done. I'll brush your hair while we
wait for them to dry. Turn around."
She set the nail polish on the table by the bed and
picked up the hair brush. Pam scooted on the bed,
turned her back to Debbie and sat with her legs
crossed, her hands resting on her knees and her fingers
spread wide. Debbie was quiet while she brushed. Pam
was afraid she said something to make her angry. She
tried to think of something else to talk about, and
remembered what the girls in math class said.
"I heard Mr. Smith has a big dick," she said, and
wondered why she brought that up.
Debbie chuckled. "I heard that, too."
"Do you think it's true?"
"I hope so," Debbie said with a sigh. "I'd like to see
it up close, to make sure."
"How close?" Pam turned to look at Debbie.
"This close." Debbie held the end of the brush up to
her open mouth like a microphone. They both laughed.
"Would you suck it if you saw it that close?"
"Hell, yes," Debbie said, and they laughed again.
"Would you let Mr. Smith come on your face?"
Debbie laughed out loud. Her face turned deep red. Pam
couldn't help laughing with her.
"I bet he'd shoot a ton of stuff, all over my face. I'd
be like this," she said, and puffed out her cheeks and
made her eyes bulge. They laughed harder. Debbie sighed
and her eyes turned up with a dreamy look. "I'd love to
do it with a guy who had a really big thing, just once,
just to see how it felt."
"Why?"
Debbie shrugged. "I heard guys with big dicks do it
better."
"Do you know any guys with big dicks?" Pam said.
"No. I mean, not really, I mean, I know guys who are
bigger than others, but I never saw a guy who was
really, really, like really hung."
She held out her hands like she was measuring a fish,
and they spread farther and farther apart. Debbie
laughed. Pam chuckled, but didn't look right at her.
"I just love the feel of it, you know?" Debbie
continued. "I love to feel a guy's cock in my mouth.
It's like, so warm and so hard, and it goes back and
forth." She shivered and grinned. "I just love it like
that."
"Will you show me how?" Pam said, looking back over her
shoulder.
"Show you what?"
"How to ... you know, give a blowjob?"
"What do you mean, you've never done it before?"
Pam shrugged. "Maybe. But I don't know if I did it very
good."
Debbie laughed. Her face turned red. "Pam, guys don't
care, trust me. As long as you put his dick in your
mouth, he don't care how good it is."
Debbie covered her mouth with the back of her hand
while she laughed. Pam only smiled. Debbie stopped
laughing.
"Ok, I'll show you. Turn around."
END
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