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Young Lust - Looking For Trouble Or Bust
by The Fresh Bread Guy (thefreshbreadguy@gmail.com)

***

Moira and Josee are two young best friends and bisexual 
lovers on a road trip to see Moira's father. Things 
don't go quite according to plan, and the girls learn 
to make their own luck. Along the way they do some more 
experimenting, and realize they can use their lust for 
each other to their advantage. (ff-teens, 1st-bi-exper, 
mast, oral, anal)

***

"If it's on the map, we'll find it," Moira reassured 
Josee. The sixteen year-old grinned at her passenger as 
the old pickup swerved slightly on the dusty back road 
because of her inattention, an even bigger cloud 
billowing behind the truck.

"But what if your dad isn't even there? Where are we 
going to stay?" Fourteen year-old Josee frowned as she 
bounced on her seat slightly on the bumpy road, her 
forehead creasing with worry. "You said he was usually 
out working the rigs at this time of year."

"Yeah, but he gave me directions and told me where to 
find the key. Don't be so fuckin' worried!" Lest Josee 
take her admonition too seriously, Moira grinned at 
her, and then glanced down at Josee's cutoffs. Josee 
followed the glance, and grimaced at the stain on her 
left thigh. "Did Stoner convince you to jerk him off 
one last time before you left?" Moira's tone was 
teasing.

"Wasn't Stoner. He didn't have any weed today so I told 
him to go choke his chicken himself. Besides, he looked 
like a fucking pig. I don't think he's showered for at 
least a week. I had to suck off that buddy of his, 
what's-his-name, Damon, to get enough to last us the 
trip." Josee yanked a Ziploc bag with a quarter ounce 
of cannabis from inside her knapsack on the floor of 
the truck. "That prick made me promise I'd blow him 
again when we got back to pay for the rest of it."

Moira smiled wryly and looked through the open window 
in the side mirror, seeing nothing but choking, thick 
dust. Somewhere back there was the small town where 
they both went to high school; where Josee's dad and 
her step dad eked out a meager living working in the 
textile mill. Neither of the men knew or wanted to know 
where the teenage girls were going for the weekend, or 
where they got the pickup truck, for that matter. They 
had been pretty much uncontrollable for years, so they 
adults in their lives had given up trying.

"Ya know," Josee thought aloud, "I thought after a guy 
shoots his come, he'd wipe it off or something before 
he stuck it back in his pants. But that Damon just 
pulled up his fly, gave me the pot and took off, like 
maybe two seconds after he blew in my mouth. I think he 
was still squirtin'."

"You didn't swallow it, did ya?"

"Nah. I wasn't even gonna let that sonofabitch shoot in 
my mouth but the motherfucker grabbed my hair like 
this," and she demonstrated by gathering a fistful of 
her long black mane, "and tried to shove it down my 
fucking throat." Josee shook her head in disgust. 

"Good thing he's got a small cock. I got him off of me 
and just about smoked him in the nuts, I was so fucking 
mad. But he hadn't given me the weed yet. So I'm 
spitting his slime out all over the ground, trying not 
to puke, and I see him just push it back in and zip up 
like he just took a piss. I can see he's still leaking 
come too, right in his jeans!" 

Moira laughed along with her, and shifted her position 
behind the steering wheel of the Chevy. "You need to do 
what I do if I think a guy's gonna try to blow down my 
throat when I don't want him to."

"What's that?"

"I wear the cowboy hat or a ball cap when I'm sucking 
him off. Some guy's don't like it cause it kinda gets 
in the way. But I try to tilt my head so they can still 
see me doing it, and I tell them that wearing it makes 
me horny."

Josee snorted. "Everything makes you horny. I could 
have dog food smeared on my pussy and you'd probably 
still want to eat me out."

"Eeeewwwww!!! Fuck you! That's fucking disgusting!" 
Moira's face twisted as she tried to not picture it. 
She continued after a moment. "Anyways, when the guy 
gets that look on his face..."

"You mean this one?" Josee interrupted. She pulled the 
corners of her mouth back, stuck her tongue out and 
rolled her eyes up into her head in exaggeration. Moira 
shrieked with laughter. 

"You fucking bitch! Don't tell me you went down on Mr. 
Rafallo too!" Both girls laughed until tears nearly 
rolled down their faces, the truck coming perilously 
close to running off the road on a couple of occasions. 
When they had settled down enough to catch their 
breath, Moira spoke as best she could between fits of 
giggles.

"When he starts to blow, he'll try to grab my hair like 
that, and all he gets is a handful of hat. And if I 
don't want to be tasting his spunk for the next couple 
hours, I just pull away, and let him shoot."

"Wow," mused Josee, obviously picturing it. " That's 
cool, cause what's he gonna do, stop coming?" Both 
girls giggled at the absurdity of the thought.

There was silence between the two for a while as the 
dry countryside rolled by, herds of cattle in the 
fields looking up in curiosity as the half-ton roared 
down the road. Moira wasn't supposed to be driving on 
just her learner's licence without an experienced 
driver supervising her, but fuck it. 

She and her best friend in the world were going away 
for the long weekend to see her real dad nearly 150 
miles away, and ahead of them stretched three glorious 
days of no school and no work. So what if they had to 
stick to the back roads. She liked it that way for more 
than one reason.

Josee stared out her window, unaware that Moira was 
inspecting her intensely. Josee wore a flimsy white 
halter top with her cutoffs, and underneath, Moira 
could see the lacy white bra that cupped Josee's apple-
sized breasts. Breasts that didn't need support because 
they jutted out from her ribcage with no sag 
whatsoever. 

The halter top itself stopped short of her waistline, 
and Moira could see Josee's firm, flat stomach. She 
looked up at Josee's face, and admired the Latino 
heritage evident in Josee's dark eyes, tanned skin and 
full, pouting lips. Josee's long black locks blew in 
the wind circulating through the cab. Moira wished her 
hair was curly and bouncy like Josee's, instead of 
straight like an arrow.

Even though they were two years apart in age, they 
shared some of the same classes in high school. Moira 
had failed a grade back in public school and was now a 
year older than most of her classmates. Josee had a 
late birthday and found herself younger than the 
others, but just as physically mature. But what she 
didn't have in actual years she made up for in 
toughness. They had become better acquainted at a party 
when Moira witnessed Josee intimidate a girl who had at 
least six inches and 75 pounds on her and a rep as a 
bully. 

The altercation nearly broke into an actual fight, but 
when the fat girl saw Josee wasn't scared one bit by 
her, she got confused and backed off a bit. Josee, a 
bit drunk and aware that everyone was watching, began 
to shove the girl, hurling obscenities, until the girl 
turned her back and stomped off. 

Moira had been impressed by the fourteen year-old's 
pluckiness and a few minutes later they were talking 
about what a stupid bitch that fat chick was. Moira 
also took notice of Josee's curvy body as they drank 
their rye and cokes. For her part, Josee basked in 
Moira's attention, and her eyes kept getting drawn back 
to Moira's tight-fitting clothes and beautiful face. 

The rest of the party kind of faded around them as they 
turned on to each other. Josee wasn't the first girl 
Moira had been attracted to, or even got sexual with. 
She liked guys too, but there was something about other 
hot chicks that satisfied an inner craving she couldn't 
dispel with just a hard cock. And Josee represented 
something fresh and innocent, at least relative to 
Moira's experience.

"Hey," Moira finally broke the silence in the truck. 
"I'm feeling kind of lonely over here." She smiled at 
Josee, and as always, her brilliant white teeth and 
wide grin dazzled Josee. She wondered again, a little 
nervously, what it was Moira liked so much about her. 
She then looked out the back window to make sure no one 
was directly behind them watching, and then slid over 
on the bench seat until she was right beside Moira. 

Moira put her arm up an around Josee's shoulders, and 
the younger girl leaned in and their lips met as they 
shared a lesbian kiss that started off gentle, but 
quickly progressed to the usual tongue-swirling and 
sucking and licking. So engrossed in their oral 
attentions were they, that Moira didn't see the truck 
was headed off the road until nearly too late.

"Watch out!" Josee shrieked at the same time Moira's 
attention snapped back to the road in front of her. The 
truck careened wildly from one side of the narrow dirt 
road to the other as Moira fought with the wheel, 
spinning it frantically from one direction to the other 
while standing on the brakes. One last near-ditching, 
and miraculously the vehicle straightened out, came to 
a shuddering stop in the middle of the road, and 
stalled.

Both girls sat frozen for several seconds, Moira's 
white-knuckled hands fiercely gripping the steering 
wheel, as she gasped for air, while Josee clutched the 
dashboard with both of hers, feeling the cracks in it 
bite into her fingertips, her feet planted hard against 
the floor of the truck. The dust that had spewed out 
from behind the truck rolled over top and past them, 
cloaking them in a brown cloud that for an eerie 
moment, made them feel like their universe ended at the 
truck windows.

"Jesus Christ!" Josee was the first to break the 
silence. "We woulda' been fucked if we wrecked this 
truck!" Moira's hands were shaking as she unclung them 
from the steering wheel. 

"Yeah," she agreed breathlessly, her heart hammering in 
her chest. "The best blowjob in the world wouldn't have 
got Tommy's dad to give to us again," Moira added. 
There was a moment of silence, and then Josee turned to 
look at Moira quizzically.

"I thought Tommy said it was alright to take the 
truck?" she said.

"Well, it was, until Mr. Frey caught me driving out of 
the yard." Moira took a deep breath and then turned the 
key to start the engine before accelerating down the 
road. "I had to blow him just to keep him from calling 
the cops," she nearly yelled over the roar of 
acceleration, "and then he wanted to suck my boobs and 
finger my pussy so I could take it for the weekend."

Josee laughed and shook her head. Moira amazed her by 
the things she was willing to do to get what she 
wanted. For her part, Josee wasn't afraid to give blow 
jobs, but if it wasn't some guy she was really hot for, 
it had to be something else she wanted real bad, like 
pot. And a bunch of it. Josee herself had lost her 
virginity at the tender age of twelve, and since had 
fucked, sucked and been fingered by at least eight guys 
ranging from 13 to 48. 

She had seen girl-on-girl pornos before she met Moira, 
and although mildly curious, wasn't turned onto other 
girls until that night, when, outside at the party, 
Moira stood so close to her and nuzzled her neck that 
Josee's knees nearly gave out. From that moment, she 
had eyes only for the older girl, and the next night 
she went over to Moira's house at her invitation. 

Ten minutes after her step dad had left for work, they 
were up in her bedroom, and it took little convincing 
for Josee to agree to kiss Moira. Moments later, their 
jeans were on the floor, and their hands were in each 
other's panties as they feverishly masturbated each 
other on the bed, kissing passionately.

That was barely five weeks ago. Now the girls spent 
every minute together they could, becoming fast friends 
among other things. When they could guarantee no one 
walking in on them, usually at Josee's, they released 
their pent-up desires for each other, and Josee 
surprised and delighted Moira in her passion for 
wanting to try everything two teenage girls could thing 
of to do together. 

Only their second time together, three days after the 
party, Josee lured Moira over to her dad's trailer, and 
in a small room decorated with pinks and purples and 
stuffed toys, Josee asked Moira if she could taste her 
pussy. Moira enthusiastically agreed, and they spent 
the next several hours practising going down on each 
other until they could make the other girl orgasm.

They stole porno magazines from the gas station and 
oohed and ahhed at the beautiful girls inside, working 
themselves up until they soon were massaging and 
caressing each other's breasts and ass cheeks. One 
particular magazine showed explicit pictures of a woman 
with a dildo going into her ass. Moira had scrunched up 
her nose at the photo, but noticed Josee's eyes were 
wide and her lips glistened from where her tongue had 
moistened them.

"You ever put a guy's cock in your butt?" Josee had 
asked, still staring at the picture.

"One guy tried, that guy who owns the pool hall," Moira 
had replied. "But it hurt too much and I made him 
stop." Moira then began to wonder if maybe she had been 
too hasty in deciding anal wasn't for her because Josee 
kept flipping back to that page and gazing at the 
image.

They saw a sign advertising gas and food in a small 
town just off the highway and Moira slowed down and 
turned. "I gotta go to the bathroom," she explained. 
They had been driving for over an hour now, and found 
themselves in country neither of them had ever seen 
before. The truck growled to a stop in front of the 
little gas station, and both climbed out, yawning and 
stretching. 

Inside, Moira disappeared in the Ladies' Room while 
Josee wandered around the store looking at the dusty 
merchandise. She could hear the old man behind the till 
wheezing as he openly stared at her nubile teenager's 
body. He was fat, balding, and probably hadn't seen 
pussy this good in his store for years, she thought. 
Moira came out a minute later, and smiled at Josee, who 
marvelled as she felt her nipples get hard in reaction.

"Do you wanna get some chips or anything?" Moira 
herself selected some chocolate bars and licorice off 
the shelf.

"I want some pop," Josee replied. "But I don't have any 
money." 

"Get whatever you want. I'll pay for it." Josee smiled 
sweetly at her friend, and picked a glass bottle of 
Coke from the cooler as well as some bottled water. She 
walked to the front and placed them with Moira's stuff 
on the counter. Moira stuck her hand in her purse, and 
then looked up at Josee with a wicked gleam in her eye. 
She turned to the clerk.

"We need our money for the weekend real bad. What say 
we do something for you, and you just give us this 
stuff for free?" She smiled demurely at the man, and 
put her hands and the purse behind her back, pretending 
to be shy, but at the same time thrusting her breasts 
out at him.

"G-give you that stuff? All of it?" The old man eyes 
flashed between the girls nervously. "I c-can't...my 
boss would kill me."

Moira smiled at him, put her purse on the counter, and 
then took Josee by the hand. "Why don't you just think 
about it for a second while we work out what we're 
gonna do for you." She pulled a slightly apprehensive 
Josee towards her and put her arms around the younger 
girl, who began to comprehend what she wanted. They 
brought their faces close together, and heard the old 
man gasp as they lightly brushed their lips. 

Josee couldn't believe Moira was doing this. She was 
getting more turned on by the second as she felt their 
breasts squeezed together, Moira's hands sliding down 
her back to her little ass, and then squeezing her 
cheeks. She had never been physical with Moira in 
public, and this display was scaring her but exciting 
her at the same time. 

The old man looked like he was going into cardiac 
arrest. His eyes bulged and his jaw hung slackly as he 
gaped at the two teenaged girls.

"Hmmm?" breathed Moira softly, breaking away from 
caressing Josee's cheeks with her face to look at the 
clerk. "Do you want to see more, or are you gonna make 
us pay for this stuff?"

In response, his shaking hand pushed the merchandise at 
them, his mouth moving in an effort to say something.

"Aaaanyth!" he choked, unable to utter the complete 
word. 

Moira smiled and turned her head back to Josee's face. 
They began to kiss in earnest now. Moira's tongue 
pushed between Josee's lips, the hot and wet serpentine 
muscle tangling with the younger girl's. Josee felt 
moistness quickly creep between her legs in her 
panties, and she ground her hips against the other 
girl's. Again, she couldn't believe she was doing this 
but was turned on almost as much as that first night 
they spent together, her heart hammering in her chest, 
mashing her lips into Moira's, clutching her tightly 
around her slender waist. 

Moira's hands began sliding up under her halter top, 
and then worked their way around the front of her chest 
to squeeze her young breasts. She felt the cool air on 
her chest, and gasped as Moira bent over to nuzzle her 
face between them, her shirt pulled up high. 

Josee kept her eyes closed, not wanting to look at the 
clerk, staying lost in the moment. Moira pulled a bra 
cup down and quickly fastened her mouth over the 
fourteen year-old's hard nipple. She sucked it gently, 
lightly nipping it with her teeth and was rewarded with 
a sharp intake of breath by Josee. Another moment of 
suckling, and then she straightened up, replacing her 
friend's bra and shirt.

Moira looked in Josee's now open but glazed eyes, and 
then moved her face close again with her mouth open. 
Josee responded likewise, and they heard the old man 
groan audibly as their tongues met and duelled, plainly 
visible to him. Moira kissed Josee on the lips on last 
time, and turned to the clerk, her eyebrows raised.

"Wellll?"

"Okay," he croaked, his eyes goggling and nodding his 
head violently. His jowls flopped loosely. Josee, who 
was finally able to look at him, giggled at the shell-
shocked appearance of the man. Moira grabbed the 
countertop full of junk food with both hands, and then 
on second thought, juggled it all into one armful, 
snatching two more chocolate bars and a handful of 
Twizzlers. 

She grinned evilly at Josee, who followed her lead and 
grabbed a big bag of nachos with one hand and then 
snagged three packs of cigarettes off of a tobacco 
display beside the till with the other. She bolted out 
of the store after Moira, and jumped in the truck, now 
shrieking with laughter. They backed away from the 
store, and the wheels spun on the gravel as the truck 
pulled hard out of the parking lot and back onto the 
road towards the highway.

Inside the store, the old man collapsed weakly on his 
stool behind the counter, his head in his hands as he 
bemoaned the non-functioning VCR behind the till.

"Holy FUCK!!" yelled Josee. "I can't fucking believe 
you did that! I mean, WE did that!" She hopped up and 
down on the seat, laughing with tears streaming down 
her face and banging her fists on the dash. "GodDAMN! 
Did you see the look on his face?!? I thought he was 
gonna fucking die!!"

Moira roared with laughter at the same time. "He must 
have fuckin' thought he had died and gone to fuckin' 
heaven!" The junk food spilled off the seat onto the 
floor as the truck bounced over the road edge and then 
back onto it again. Moira struggled to keep the truck 
mostly on the road as they howled together. 

Josee even flopped down onto the seat between them on 
her back, her chest heaving as she gasped for breath, 
cackling silently since she had no air left to expel. 
Slowly they calmed down, exploding into fits of 
guffawing and giggling, setting each other off until it 
was a good five minutes before they could even look at 
each other without bursting out again.

"Do you think he had a camera on us?" Josee finally 
said, munching on the bag of nachos she had pilfered. 

"Who cares?" replied Moira flippantly. "Do you think 
he's going to tell his boss he watched some young 
girl's lez out in front of him so they could take a 
bunch of shit without paying for it?" She shoved her 
hand in the bag Josee was holding out to her and came 
away with a handful of nachos. "We probably gave him 
the only hard-on he's had in years!" Josee giggled 
again, and slouched down in the seat so she could brace 
her feet against the dash.

They shared the chips and cracked open the pop, gulping 
it down thirstily. The next few minutes was spent in 
near silence as they ate chocolate bars and nachos and 
swilled the Coke. Soon it was empty, and Josee got an 
idea. Feeling emboldened by the incident at the gas 
station, she undid the button on her jean shorts, and 
with her feet still on the dash, lifted her butt off 
the seat and began pushing her pants off her hips.

"What are you doing, you little tramp?" gasped Moira. 
Josee was determined to show her Moira wasn't the only 
one willing to do crazy shit. Her jeans halfway towards 
her knees, Josee lifted her butt again and shucked her 
panties likewise, pushing everything to her ankles 
resting under the windshield. She then took the narrow-
necked Coke bottle, and wiped it off on her halter top 
before opening her mouth and putting it in like she was 
giving it head. 

She worked her lips and tongue around it and it came 
out a moment later, wet with her spit. Josee pushed her 
knees apart and down and manoeuvred the bottle until 
the neck was lined up with her pussy entrance, and then 
looked at her friend behind the wheel.

Moira's mouth hung slightly open as she stared at 
Josee. She glanced down at her mound, covered with a 
light dusting of dark pubic hair, and felt her own 
nipples swell this time. "Are you gonna--" She fell 
silent as Josee pushed the bottle against her vaginal 
opening, her eyes closing with concentration. Her lips 
pursed as her pussy resisted entry for a moment, and 
then her eyebrows knit as it suddenly slipped in, and 
Josee groaned in reaction. 

"Oh wow...." breathed Moira. She watched intently, 
looking at the road every few seconds, but otherwise 
stared at the dildo-substitute now sliding in and out 
of her friend's pussy. 

Josee opened her eyes a crack and was gratified to see 
Moira's gaze fixated on her own pussy. It wasn't as 
nice as a cock, or Moira's tongue or fingers, but it 
still felt good to have something thrusting slowly in 
and out of her. Moira could see Josee's pussy lips now 
clinging to the bottle neck on the out stroke, and her 
mound swelling on each in stroke. Her mouth was dry and 
she felt her lust for this girl younger than her 
growing stronger than it had ever been.

Josee stopped a few moments later, and gingerly removed 
the bottle neck from between her pussy lips. She pushed 
herself to a half-sitting position, and at Moira's 
beckoning, handed her the bottle. Moira eagerly began 
to lick the secretions off it like it was an ice cream 
cone, and then put it into her own mouth, using her 
tongue to rim the mouth of the bottle, and as far 
inside as she could get it. Josee smiled in 
appreciation, knowing how much Moira loved her pussy 
juice. As she watched Moira, she finished pulling up 
her underwear and jeans, and relaxed back into her 
seat. Moira sighed contentedly, handing the bottle 
back.

"Oh, if only they could make Coke taste like that," she 
said wistfully. "Every man and boy alive wouldn't drink 
nothing else. And a lot of chicks too, I bet," she 
added as an afterthought, looking at Josee hungrily.

***

"How far to your dad's place?" Josee questioned.

"Only about a half hour."

"Good. Cause I can't wait to get you alone so I can 
fuck you," Josee said, sliding over beside Moira again. 
Moira raised her eyebrows in feigned surprise.

"Oh, can't you? What if my dad's home and we can't get 
by ourselves for a while?"

"We'll find a way, if I have to take you to some spot 
in the truck where nobody can see us and eat your pussy 
right there.!"

Moira laughed, feeling her crotch moisten in 
anticipation. Thirty-five minutes later found them 
slowing down as they entered the small city where her 
father lived. Moira had been here once before about 
three years ago with her mom, before she took off and 
left her with her step-dad. Nothing looked familiar, so 
they had to carefully follow the directions Moira had 
received a few days previous when she had called her 
dad. They eventually located his house by stopping and 
checking a phone book map in a booth, and a few minutes 
later they were slowly cruising down his street, trying 
to spot the house number.

"Your dad is a rig-pig?" Josee asked, eyeing the large, 
beautiful homes.

"Yeah. He must be doing really well if he's got one of 
these houses." Moira thought her dad was always short 
of cash from the way her mom had talked about him a 
couple years back, but concluded things must have 
improved in his situation.

The address belonged to a pretty, well manicured New 
England-style home set a little ways back from the 
street with a paved driveway lit by old-fashioned light 
standards. The girls looked around, slightly awed, as 
they parked in front of the house and got out. They 
both suddenly felt self-conscious about their 
appearance, and tried to smooth out the wrinkles in 
their clothes, and ran their hands through their hair.

"Well, this must be it," Moira gulped a little 
nervously. What if her dad wasn't glad to see her at 
all? What if he thought she looked sloppy, or even 
slutty? Would he tell her to go home? Josee must have 
felt Moira's apprehension, because she tried to voice 
confidence she didn't really feel either.

"I bet he's dyin' to see you. He's probably waitin' 
inside with some big "Welcome" sign and...and he's got 
balloons and stuff, and we're gonna have a blast with 
him!" She added hopefully, "Maybe he wants to take us 
out shopping!" Moira didn't respond with her usual 
grin, just a slight grimace, so Josee shut up, hoping 
she didn't just stick her foot in her mouth.

Moira took a breath and rang the front doorbell. 
Nothing happened, so she tried again a moment later. 
Still nothing. According to the instructions, there was 
supposed to be a key on a nail behind the hedge under 
the picture window, so they looked, but found nothing. 
There wasn't even a nail or a hole where one had been. 
Josee looked at Moira and could see her turning red 
with embarrassment. "Maybe he meant at the back?" she 
offered.

The back yard was even more spectacular than the front 
with an in-ground swimming pool, a beautiful flower 
garden and expensive-looking ornaments. Moira began to 
feel very out-of-place. How could it be her father 
lived here? Why hadn't he left the key where he said he 
would? The search at the back door was also fruitless, 
and Moira began to think she had copied down the 
address wrong.

"We better get out of this yard in case it's the wrong 
place," she said, trying not to sound too worried. She 
didn't want anyone to call the cops on them, knowing 
there'd be a lot of questions to answer, and things 
with her step dad back home would get pretty rough. 
They got back in the pick-up and sat there, unsure of 
their next step. 

"Should we go phone him from somewhere? Maybe he's home 
and it's somewhere else." Josee herself suddenly felt 
apprehension, being in a strange city miles from home 
with another girl barely older than her. At home or 
school was one thing; she felt able to handle herself 
well there, but with no one here to back her up except 
Moira, she was feeling vulnerable.

"Yeah. We'll go back to that store we turned at a while 
ago." The truck engine now sounded uncomfortably loud 
in this quiet neighbourhood to Moira as she put it in 
gear and backed out to the street. The drive to the EZ-
Mart took a couple of minutes, and then they were 
huddled around a phone booth as Moira dropped a quarter 
in the slot and dialled. A moment later Josee saw her 
face display confusion and then chagrin, before Moira 
dropped the receiver onto the hook. 

"It's fuckin' disconnected! What the fuck is going on?" 
she exclaimed angrily. "Where the fuck is he? How come 
the phone number doesn't even work now?" They climbed 
back into the truck and Moira slumped dejectedly in her 
seat. Josee had never seen her this upset before, and 
felt helpless to do anything. 

She realized things weren't looking promising, with the 
girls having no place to go and very little money 
between them. It was now late afternoon, and a drive 
back would be another three hours. They didn't even 
have enough money for gas. Money to get back wasn't 
even something Josee had considered before they left. 
She had just assumed Moira was going to take care of 
everything. They were both pretty hungry now, and the 
prospect of giving up supper just to pay for gas that 
would only get them part way back wasn't something 
Josee wanted to think about right now.

"Fuck it!" Moira exclaimed suddenly, banging her fist 
on the steering wheel angrily. "We'll go do something 
else and then go back there again after. He goddamn 
well better be home or...." She didn't finish the 
sentence because she couldn't think of what they might 
do.

What they did was drive out of the residential area and 
farther into the downtown, looking at the shops and 
people on the streets. The girls rarely made it to any 
city bigger than the neighbouring towns back home, so 
they parked and began browsing the clothing stores on 
the main street. Josee found all kinds of outfits she 
would have liked to try on, but without any cash, she 
only held them wistfully in front of her in the mirror. 
Her stomach began to rumble, and she began to worry 
what they would do if they used their money for supper.

"Should we go back there?" She approached Moira as she 
was rifling through a clothes rack of blouses.

"Yeah, I guess," Moira replied reluctantly. Her eyes 
narrowed as she looked up and around the store. The 
elderly sales clerk was bent over some clothes on a 
bunk on the other side. "Here," she hissed, yanking a 
blouse off the hanger. "Fold this up and stick it down 
the back of your jeans!" Josee stared at Moira at 
first, and then moved quickly but discreetly to do so. 
This was far from the first time the girls had stolen 
clothes. 

When the blouse was adequately hidden, they strolled 
nonchalantly towards the front door. The clerk still 
had her back to them as they passed through the 
doorway, when suddenly, an alarm shrieked, tripped by a 
hidden security tag on the blouse. 

The girls froze for a second and then bolted down the 
sidewalk. They could hear the woman inside yelling at 
them to stop, and almost thought they had got away with 
it halfway down the block, when Moira barrelled right 
into a car emerging from an alley between the 
buildings. She bounced off the fender, and stumbled 
onto the sidewalk, yelping in pain. Josee, who was 
right behind her, barely got stopped in time herself, 
and tripped over Moira in an effort to avoid the car. 
The girls lay on the sidewalk, stunned, as the driver 
of the car hurried around to the front.

"Ohmygod! Are you okay?!?" The man gasped as he fell to 
his knees beside them. "I'm so sorry oh god please 
don't be hurt!" Josee pushed herself up to sitting 
position, wincing in pain from the scrape to her elbow. 
Moira, who was laying on her back now, opened her eyes 
and coughed, and then covered her eyes with her 
forearm, moaning a little. "Are you alright?" the man 
asked, almost pleading.

"Uhm, fuck, I think so," said Moira, and sat up 
gingerly. She rubbed her knee where it had collided 
with the car, and then glared at the man. "You 
sonofabitch! You just about fuckin' ran us over! What 
the fuck were you doing?"

"I-I'm sorry, but you ran in front of me so f-" he 
began, but stopped as the clerk from the store came 
striding briskly up to them. She bent over the two 
girls and briefly examined them.

"Hmmph!" she said. "You'll live." She glowered at them, 
and then turned to the man. "These young ladies got 
exactly what they deserved! They thought they'd pick up 
some five-fingered bargains in my store." The man 
looked shocked, and then frowned at the girls.

"Is that true? Were you running because you had stole 
something?"

Moira, for the first time she could remember in ages, 
felt shame about breaking the law. Josee, on the other 
hand, bristled. "Prove it!" she blurted in anger. In 
response the women just glared at her and pointed. The 
blouse had worked its way partly out of her jeans and 
was now obvious. "Aw, fuck," she said quietly. The 
girls reluctantly got to their feet, and the woman 
yanked the blouse the rest of the way out of her pants.

"I should call the police! You little tramps need to 
spend a night in jail, I think!" The man shook his head 
and sighed as the old woman looked at him for some kind 
of agreement.

"I doubt they'll do anything. Just send them home to 
their folks and that'll be it." Moira was a little 
perturbed how the man's attitude had gone from remorse 
and concern to having very little pity for them in a 
few moments. She wasn't sure she liked the look she saw 
slowly coming into the man's eyes, either.

"Well, I still think we should call the police," the 
woman muttered.

"We can, but, well, hey look," he began. "You got your 
stuff back, and look at them," he gestured. The two 
teenagers stared at the ground sullenly, faces burning 
red in embarrassment. "I think they've got their just 
deserts already. I'm just glad they didn't break 
anything. I don't need to be explaining this one to the 
cops at the hospital."

"Then you little brats had better be careful," she 
sniffed. "Then next time you try this you won't be so 
lucky. Maybe some store owner will have a gun and -- 
and he'll teach you good!" The lady turned and stomped 
off back to her store. The girls relaxed visibly, 
looking at each other out of the corners of their eyes, 
unsure what was going to happen next.

"You guys had better get home in a hurry. That old gal 
might change her mind yet and sick the cops on you's!" 
The man stood with his arms crossed, and stared at them 
with a penetrating gaze. The girls seized the 
opportunity and casting one last reproachful glance at 
him, walked hurriedly away from the scene.

"Fuck me, that was close," Josee said when they were 
out of earshot. "I thought for sure we were gonna get 
nailed by the cops." She noticed Moira's face was still 
white. "Are you alright?"

"Yeah, but my knee hurts like crazy. I'm just glad they 
think we're local."

"How come?"

"Cause they probably would have made us get in the 
truck and leave town if they knew we're not from around 
here. They we would have been really fucked. Where 
would we've gone?" Moira shook her head bitterly. "None 
of this woulda' happened if my dad had been home."

"Maybe we should call him again." Josee looked hopeful. 
She desperately wanted to find someplace private where 
she could just be with Moira. She was feeling shaken, 
and needed someone to comfort her. She knew just 
holding Moira, and feeling her body next to hers would 
go along ways towards making her feel safe. Sex with 
her wasn't quite what she sought at the moment.

Near the parked truck the teens found another pay 
phone, but the results were the same. The number was 
disconnected. Moira felt awful. Her face hardened as 
she turned to Josee.

"We'll just hafta find someplace else to stay and maybe 
borrow some money to get home tomorrow." She looked up 
and across the street. Josee followed her gaze and they 
spied the man who's car they had run into. Evidently he 
had parked nearby and was on his way somewhere.

"What, do you think we should ask him for money?" she 
asked, reading Moira's mind.

"Well, he does kinda owe us. He nearly ran us over. 
C'mon." Moira hurried down the sidewalk towards him, as 
he headed for a crosswalk in the opposite direction.

"What are we gonna say?" Josee said, as she caught up 
to her. "You can't just ask him for fifty bucks!"

"I have an idea," she said, determined to show Josee 
she was in control of the situation. The girls sprinted 
after the man and caught up to him just as he turned to 
enter a building. They threw themselves in his path, 
panting.

"Hey!" Moira said loudly into the man's face. He 
stopped short, blinking in surprise at the girls 
blocking his way. "Remember us? You fucking hit us with 
your car back there!" A businessman plugging a parking 
meter nearby turned to stare at the scene.

"Now wait a minute--" he began, turning red as he took 
a step back, and looking around.

"No, YOU wait a minute!" Moira shouted. "I just talked 
to my dad -- he's a big expensive lawyer, you know -- 
and he says we should sue your ass off!" The man looked 
around again, and then glared at Moira.

"You know just as well as I do that was completely YOUR 
fault," he hissed. "If you hadn't been running because 
that lady was chasing you for stealing stuff, it never 
would've happened!" He was pointing a shaking finger at 
them and his voice was quiet but full of venom. Slowly 
they were backed up until they stood in front of a 
nearby empty storefront. Josee felt this was beginning 
to backfire on them, and stepped back, tugging on 
Moira's forearm. Moira ignored her.

"We could still take you to court! Even if we didn't 
win--" she continued.

"I have had enough of this from you little shits!" he 
interrupted. "If you don't get out of here right now, 
I'm going to take you to the cops myself!" His voice 
grew louder and angrier. Josee was pulling hard at 
Moira now.

"C'mon, let's go!" she begged. The man looked from one 
girl to the other, his face flushed with rage.

"You are about to get yourselves into a shitload of 
trouble! And I am just the guy you don't want to be 
fucking with, believe me!" His eyes narrowed as Moira 
clamped her mouth shut and stepped back herself, 
suddenly wondering if she hadn't gone too far in 
threatening this stranger. "What is it you want, you 
little whores, money?" His arm lashed out and he 
gripped Moira tightly around her forearm. Moira turned 
white with pain at the man's strength. In desperation, 
Josee almost broke into tears as she pleaded with him.

"All we want is enough so we can g-go home!" she 
blurted out, her voice catching in frustration. The man 
relaxed his grip on Moira, who pulled her arm back 
quickly.

"Go home? So you're not even from around here, are 
you?" His voice softened a little as the girls backed 
farther away from him, preparing to run if he made any 
more sudden movements. He seemed to sense this, and 
they watched him apprehensively as his attitude changed 
suddenly. "Look ladies," he began almost kindly, 
"threatening strange men in strange cities is an 
awfully risky way to get what you want. If I was a cop 
I'd have you locked up in the slammer for a few hours 
until I decided what to do with you." He glared at them 
again. "Or worse, if I had a gun and a bad disposition 
you might be looking at the inside of my trunk until I 
figured what to do with your bodies." Josee shivered. 
"Just what the hell are girls your age doing by 
yourselves here anyways? You can't be more than 
fifteen!"

They looked at each other for a moment, and Moira spoke 
up first.

"W-well, we came here to help our sick grandmother, a-
and we need money to buy her medicine, but it costs, 
like, a hundred bucks and we ain't got any!" The man 
smirked at Moira, and then openly scoffed.

"Hmmm, let's see...a minute ago she," he pointed at 
Josee, "said you needed it to go home. So now it's a 
sick grandmother, huh? Bullshit! I wasn't born 
yesterday." The man reached into his pocket and pulled 
out a small cell phone. "Guess I'm just going to call 
the cops and tell them to charge you with extortion."

"No, please don't!" Moira begged. "Look, we're real 
sorry about threatening you. We just -- we don't have 
enough money to get home..." she trailed off.

"So what are you doing here in the first place?" he 
asked, eyeing them up and down now. For the first time 
he took in their petit but well-formed teenaged figures 
with firm breasts visible through tight t-shirts and 
flat bellies exposed by low-riding jeans. Moira slumped 
against the building wall dejectedly.

"My fucking dad told us to come visit him, but he 
wasn't home," she finally admitted. "And the fucking 
phone number doesn't even work. We don't know nobody 
else here." The man looked at her suspiciously for a 
moment and then decided he could trust this story.

"So you're all alone here, with no money? How did you 
even get here? Sounds like you didn't plan things very 
well, did you?" His face was hard again, but Josee saw 
something behind the man's eyes that suggested he was 
thinking hard. 

"We borrowed a pick-up truck and had enough money to 
get here. My dad was supposed to give us enough to get 
home." 

"And you don't know where he is?"

"Nah."

"So where are you going to stay tonight?" Moira glanced 
helplessly at Josee from the corner of her eye. "You 
don't know that either, huh?" There was an 
uncomfortable moment of silence as the teenagers looked 
anywhere but at the man. "So let's see...here you are 
with no money, no place to stay, and the closest thing 
you got to a friend is me, right?" At this, Josee 
looked up hopefully, and saw that the man was staring 
at Moira's breasts. His eyes swivelled in her 
direction, and never blinked as they bore into her own. 
"Sounds like it's up to me to help you get home. I 
can't very well leave you to the mercy of every pimp 
and rapist in this city, can I?"

Moira blanched, and then looked up at the man, hoping 
against hope he was finally offering some help. Josee, 
on the other hand, couldn't help feeling apprehensive 
about what he was going to say next.

"If you girls really need some cash, then maybe, just 
maybe, I can do something for you. But you might have 
to do something you won't like." Their heads both 
snapped up and Moira was ready to blurt out a sharp 
refusal, her face furious, sure that she knew what he 
wanted.

He chuckled, reading their expression. "No, it's 
nothing like that." Again, Josee saw a look she didn't 
like behind the man's eyes. "I know someone who needs 
some help for a few hours. He might be willing to pay 
you enough if you work hard for him."

The girls looked at each other. Moira was morose, and 
Josee seemed unable to decide if he was trustworthy. 
Finally Moira spoke up.

"Okay, if it's not going to be too bad, I guess. What 
are we supposed to do?"

"Wait here a minute." And with that he pulled his cell 
phone back out and walked several yards down the 
sidewalk. They saw him dial and begin talking to 
someone, but couldn't hear anything he was saying. 
After a couple of minutes, he hung up and walked back 
to them, a small smile on his face.

"Your in luck. My friend can use you for a few hours 
tonight, and he'll pay you twenty bucks each if you do 
what he says."

"Like what?" Josee said with misgiving.

"Laundry. He does sheets and gowns and stuff for the 
hospital. It won't be fun, but at least it beats doing 
dishes or something, right?" He looked from one face to 
the other and saw them resign themselves to a decision. 
"Alright. Let's get into my car and I'll drive you over 
there. I'll introduce you to him and you can decide if 
you want to do it. If you don't, well," he paused, and 
shrugged his shoulders. "Then I'll take you to the 'Y' 
and you can spend the night there for ten bucks each 
and then figure your own way home tomorrow." He 
gestured at his car.

"No thanks," said Moira dryly. "We've got our own 
transportation." The man shrugged.

"Suit yourself."

They walked back to the truck and followed his car 
across town. Both had butterflies as they got farther 
away from the only side of town they were now a little 
bit familiar with.

"I don't like this guy very much," said Josee quietly. 
"He gives me the creeps."

"Yeah, I saw the way he was checking us out. He 
probably wants to bag us like every other guy we've 
come across, but he knows we can still get him in shit 
if we try hard enough." She looked over at her friend 
and reached out to touch her arm. Moira tried to smile 
reassuringly. "Like he said, if we don't like it, we 
can still take off and stay at the 'Y'."

"I've heard you get robbed by the losers that sleep 
there every night, and chicks make you dyke out on them 
in the bathrooms," said Josee, screwing up face.

"Yeah," giggled Moira, "and you'd just fucking hate 
that!" 

"Fuck you!" retorted Josee, laughing herself for the 
first time since they had come into the city.

They pulled up in front of a drab, grey building in an 
industrial area of town. It was now late afternoon, and 
there was little activity. The two girls got out of the 
truck and followed the man up the steps and through the 
front door. They instantly felt cloying humidity, and 
smelt the strong odour of bleach and other laundry 
chemicals.

"Corny! Hey Corny! We're here!" he shouted above the 
hum of machinery. The girls could see farther inside 
there were large industrial-sized washers and dryers. 
They heard a muffled reply from somewhere, and a moment 
later were shocked to see what looked like a child 
emerge from behind some large canvas bags of laundry. 
Only he wasn't a child, they soon realized as he came 
into a little better light. He was a midget. Moira and 
Josee both gaped. They had seen them on TV, but never 
one in real life.

"Girls, I'd like to introduce you to my good friend, 
Corny. Corny, these are the little wayward travellers I 
told you about...." He stopped and looked at the 
teenagers. "What are your names, anyways?"

"Moira," she said, staring at the little man.

"I'm Josee," the other said, her eyes also glued on man 
who barely came up to her chest.

"Well, once you're done wondering if my cock is the 
same size as the rest of me, I'll show you what you're 
gonna be doing." Used to stares, he turned and waved 
his stubby arm for the girls to follow him. The girls 
started, embarrassed at being caught, and then looked 
at the other man, who gestured for them to go, his 
eyebrows raised in impatience. 

They turned to follow, weaving around the bags stamped 
with a local hospital's name. They walked past the 
machines and through a closed door into a much quieter 
room where there was piles of sheets, pillowcases, 
towels, and other items they didn't recognize.

"Okay, these are all clean. Your job is to fold them 
all like this. Neatly," he emphasized. He took a towel 
and deftly folded it in half, and then again, and then 
in thirds. He then demonstrated with each of the other 
linens, and pointed out stacks already piled of the 
sorted items. 

"Once you've got all this done, there's more in the 
dryers out front that can be taken out and sorted and 
folded. Easy enough?" Moira shrugged. "If you do it 
carefully enough you'll get paid when you're done. 
Shouldn't take you any more than three or four hours. 
I'll be up front in the office in case you got any 
problems. If you're not done when I'm ready to leave, 
you'll get paid for the amount of work I think you've 
done."

"Better show him you can actually do the job," the 
other man suggested. Josee looked at Moira and they 
each picked up an item and folded it the way they had 
been shown. Satisfied, the midget told them he'd be 
back to check on them in a half hour to inspect their 
progress. The two men left and the door closed.

"This is not what I thought we'd be doing tonight," 
Moira muttered, slumping down on a milk crate she found 
on a shelf. "I thought we'd be smoking that weed with 
Dad and maybe some of his friends or something."

"God! Just think of what coulda' happened if that old 
bag decided to call the cops anyways," reminded Josee. 

"Yeah, I guess. But if my dad hada' been there, we 
wouldn't need to do this at all." She shook her head 
bitterly. She reluctantly picked up a bed sheet and 
struggled to fold it by herself.

"Here," Josee said, making her way over to Moira. She 
took an end of the sheet, and together they folded it 
the proper way. "Only about a thousand more to do," she 
said looking around the room in resignation.

They became busy sorting and folding and soon were 
surrounded by piles of white linen. They chatted while 
they talked, and the conservation flowed from topic to 
topic, and soon came to sexual experiences.

"What about that hot guy in Grade 12? That Tyson guy? I 
heard you did him in the locker room after basketball 
practice." Josee quizzed her friend.

"Nah, I only blew him there. We almost got caught by 
the janitor, so he took me out in his car and we did it 
behind the equipment shed beside the field. He wasn't 
so hot." She received a strange look from Josee. "Well, 
he was good-looking, but he didn't wanna eat me or even 
finger me. He just wanted to shove it in. And he came 
real quick too, like maybe after he pumped me about 
five times."

"And did you really fuck that guy from the computer 
store?"

"Do you mean the one who set up the new ones in the lab 
last year?"

"Yeah."

"Well, sorta'. But he wanted me to swallow him when he 
was about to let go, and I told him no. So he jacked 
himself off and uh...." Moira bit her lip in 
embarrassment.

"And what?"

"Well, he kinda squirted on my face and stuff. I 
couldn't go anywhere because he had me stuck between a 
desk and the copier."

"Is that all? Fuck, I thought it was something really 
gross. I've done that before for a guy."

"You mean let him jizz all over your face?"

"Sure. It's kinda messy, but if you keep it outta your 
hair, you can clean it off with a towel or something."

"You mean like one of these?" Moira threw a towel hard 
at Josee's face, laughing.

"Bitch! That one's probably been used to clean up 
someone's shit!" Josee grimaced. "Why do you think guys 
wanna do that? You'd think coming inside a chick has to 
feel better than pulling out. Do you remember me 
telling you about Kendra's dad?"

Kendra was one of their mutual friends who's father was 
handsome and buff and didn't seem to mind his daughter 
having parties regularly at their relatively luxurious 
house at the edge of town. Of course, it was known 
among their circle of friends he wasn't averse to 
fucking any of the willing young girls his daughter 
brought over to hang out a day or two before the party. 

His daughter would disappear for a couple hours and 
when she came back her friend would be among the many 
grateful teenage hotties to whom he'd shown what sex 
between a man and a woman was really all about and 
Kendra would have permission to have the party, 
complete with alcohol served by the pool and 
everything. Josee had been one of those girls, and 
unknown to Kendra, had reprised her role as the bribe 
when she cornered her dad the night of the party. He 
had returned briefly to pick up some overnight 
accessories, and she had spotted him going upstairs. 

"Yeah, what about him? You told me he was the best lay 
you ever had."

"It was fucking amazing. I've never come that quick 
with anyone." She smiled dreamily with her eyes closed. 
Then she opened her eyes and shook her head slightly. 
"Well, he made me come first and then he sat on the bed 
on top of my chest so his knees were around my head and 
jerked off into my face. 

He kept saying to open my mouth but he held my head 
down so I couldn't suck him. He came so hard I thought 
at first he was pissing into my face. He got a little 
bit into my mouth but most of it went all over my 
cheeks and forehead and in my hair."

Moira's eyebrows were raised. "You liked it?"

"He's so good-looking and has such a nice cock, I'da 
done anything for him. Then he asked me to clean it off 
my face with my fingers and lick it off. His cock 
stayed really hard. He said young girls like me need 
guys to come in their faces lots so we know what sperm 
is really for." Moira laughed at that, and tried to 
imagine what Kendra's dad looked like without any 
clothes on. She made a mental note to make herself 
available in advance of Kendra's next party. They 
worked in silence for a moment. Josee looked up and 
seemed poised to ask a question.

"What?" asked Moira, sensing it.

"Well, uhm, when did you, like, first do it with 
another girl?" she finally asked. Moira sat back on the 
milk crate and her eyes became unfocussed as she looked 
over Josee's shoulder.

"Back about five years ago."

"When you were eleven?" Josee was shocked.

"Yeah. But it wasn't like with you and me," she 
reassured her. "We just kissed and stuff. She was our 
neighbour's kid. Like seventeen or something. I didn't 
even have boobs yet, so I don't know why she liked me."

"Did you like it?"

"Well, I thought it was weird at first, but she told me 
it was to learn how to kiss boys to get them to do what 
I wanted."

"Was she hot?"

"Yeah. Fucking hot. I think that's why I liked it so 
much. Like, I knew all the guys were hot for her, and 
that she could have anybody she wanted. But she wanted 
to kiss me, and that made me feel real good. I probably 
would've eaten her pussy if she asked. But she got 
pregnant and her mom and her moved away."

"Were you guys together a lotta times?"

"Only twice. We never did anything more than kissing 
and feeling each other." Moira turned to her friend. 
"What about you? I know you said I was the first, but 
you were so hot to fuck me that first night at your 
place I was sure you had done another chick before."

"Mmmm, no, I had never had sex with a girl before until 
you, but one of my dad's girlfriends wanted to do me 
one time. She even tried to get into bed with me when 
he wasn't around."

"What did she do?" Moira had stopped folding a hospital 
gown to stare at Josee.

"She was all drunk and shit. I was kinda curious and 
maybe I woulda' let her do me, but she stunk like 
whiskey and was starting to piss me off. I just got 
outta bed after a while and left."

"Was she hot?"

"Not bad, I guess, since she was about forty. Dad 
dumped her after a few weeks."

"You know what I saw one time?" Moira posed, smirking.

"What?"

"Tara Morley from phys-ed, at a party was doing some 
kind of pills or something, and these guys double-
teamed her when she was passed out."

"That bitch? I thought she and her boyfriend were gonna 
get married next year!" Moira laughed and shook her 
head.

"They probably wouldn't if he ever found out. But I 
don't think anybody else saw it 'cept me. She was in 
the bedroom all fucked up on the bed and I was smokin' 
up in the walk-in closet with the door closed. I even 
thought about sticking a couple fingers in her to see 
if she's as tight as she acts."

"And then what?"

"Two frat guys came in. I've never seen them before. 
They pulled off her panties and one guy fucked her from 
behind while the other guy shoved his cock in her mouth 
and made her suck it."

"Holy shit! Did she know what was going on?"

"It kinda looked like she tried to fight it at first 
but she was trippin' pretty hard so I don't think she 
knew. They were done in about five minutes anyways."

"Would you ever do two guys at once?" Josee's question 
caught Moira off guard. She stopped folding again and 
looked at Josee.

"You mean suck dick and get fucked at the same time? I 
don't know. I might fuck one guy and let the other guy 
watch and then do him right after that. But I wanna 
enjoy myself when I get laid and with some guy fucking 
my mouth at the same time...you know? It's too much."

***

Just then, the door to the room banged open and the 
girls jumped. It was the midget, and the man who'd 
brought them there stood beside him in the doorway. The 
smaller man surveyed the job they were doing and 
grunted in satisfaction.

"We're gonna go refresh ourselves for a little while. 
If you want something to eat I'll order some pizza for 
you and get it delivered here. I'm so fucking nice I'll 
even pay for it, since you actually seem to be getting 
something done. But this had all better be finished 
when I get back in a couple of hours, including the 
stuff in the dryers. Okay?" The girls nodded eagerly at 
the mention of food. "Alright. I'll prepay it and you 
guys just have to watch for the pizza guy in about a 
half hour. What kind do you want?"

After a moment of discussion, they settled on Hawaiian 
and the midget went off to phone in the order. The 
other man asked them what they planned to do about the 
night's accommodations. Moira shrugged.

"I dunno. If I can't find my dad then we'll have to go 
to the "Y"." She paused. "I just don't want to crash 
there if I don't have to." Moira looked at him 
hopefully. "Do you know someplace we can stay for 
free?"

The man looked at her and then switched his gaze to 
Josee. Finally he sighed. "I'll see what I can do. I 
might be able to find someone who'll put you up. In the 
meantime, work on this shit or you'll be sleeping in 
the your truck tonight." The midget reappeared then, 
his jacket on.

"The food's on its way. Just make sure you get this 
done and I'll pay you when we get back. Okay?" The 
girls nodded. "And lock the door after the pizza guy 
leaves."

After they left, the girls could hardly concentrate on 
the folding to be done, they were so hungry. With food 
on the way, along with perhaps a solution to their 
accommodation problems, their situation looked a little 
brighter. Soon their conversation returned to sex.

"So what happened when that guy tried to stick his cock 
in your bum?" Josee asked. Moira didn't answer at 
first, and then related the story slowly.

"Well, he was going down on me and he uhm, actually 
tried to lick me there first." Josee's jaw dropped.

"He licked your ass? Right on your hole?" She asked 
unbelievingly. Moira didn't know why she felt 
embarrassed, but her face was a little red as she 
nodded. "What did it feel like? Wasn't it -- wouldn't 
it be, like, gross for him?"

"It was alright, I guess. It felt kind of weird. I 
pushed him away after a minute, and he said I tasted 
clean and great and that he always did it for his old 
girlfriend. I don't know. I guess maybe it felt good. 
But then he made me turn over and he started fucking me 
from behind."

"In your ass?" Josee gasped.

"Not right away. But then he pulled out some lube shit 
and squirted it in my crack. He said he wanted to put 
his dink there and when I told him I'd never tried that 
before he said I was the only girl he knew who hadn't 
ever taken it in the ass."

"Fuck that shit!" Josee blurted. "The only one I know 
who has ever done anal was Paula. But she won't say 
anything about who it was." Moira looked at Josee out 
of the corner of her eye.

"Do you know why?"

"No. How come?"

"Cause it was her old man."

"What?" Josee gawked at Moira in disbelief.

"Yeah. He had been doing her for years, and she always 
made like it was some hot guy who picked her up every 
weekend and took her outta town. But it was just her 
dad coming to visit. Every story she ever told about 
getting fucked, it was probably him."

"Eeeewwwww! You mean she sucked his cock and 
everything? Her own father? That's fucking gross! How 
come you know this?"

"Cause I saw her fucking some guy in his pick-up one 
night, and then he was driving the same truck the next 
day. And plus he tried to feel me up in the grocery 
store so I know he likes 'em young like us."

"And do you think she was talking about him when she 
said she'd been ass-fucked?"

"Yeah."

"But she said it felt real good! How can letting your 
old man do ya feel good? That's disgusting!" Moira 
shrugged.

"Like I said, I bet he was diddling her since she was a 
kid."

"Did she tell you that?"

"No, but you remember when she said she lost her 
cherry? She said it was to some older guy out of town." 
Josee shook her head. "It just makes sense."

Both girls were silent and then Josee remembered what 
they were talking about. "So that guy stuck his dick up 
your ass?"

"Uhm, he kinda got the head in but when I told him to 
wait, he wouldn't so I just got away from him."

"Did you fuck him anyway?"

"Not after he had it in my ass. Mrs. Feedler says you 
can get some bad infection that way." Grade 9 Sex Ed 
had little else to teach Moira two years ago. It would 
have had little to teach the sixteen year-old five 
years ago.

"So what'd you do?"

"I gave him a hand job and let him shoot on my tits."

"Why'd you wanna fuck him in the first place?" Josee 
asked curiously.

"Well he was really cute, and he had a nice place. And 
plus I hadn't got laid in two weeks."

"Fuck that, I've gone a month without getting fucked. I 
just used my fingers a lot." Moira guffawed. She knew 
full well how adept Josee was with her fingers. They 
called Josee's digits her "Magic Fingers" after the 
vibrating beds found in some motels. Every time they 
heard that phrase, on TV or coming from an adult, 
they'd break into giggles.

"What did it feel like going in?"

"In my bum?" Josee nodded. "Geez, you got a lotta 
questions about the ass-fucking thing tonight, don't 
you?" The younger girl smiled widely. "Well, it was 
kinda like taking a big shit, except it was going in. 
He even said for me to push out like I was taking a 
shit because it made my asshole relax and his dick 
could go in easier. It felt alright, I guess. I felt 
real stretched at first, but when he started pushing 
and I wasn't ready it hurt so I pulled off from him 
when he didn't stop." They talked until they heard a 
buzzer ring in the other room.

"Pizza!" They shouted in unison and scrambled out of 
the room to the front. They eagerly opened the front 
door and snatched the box from the delivery man. The 
girls were devouring the food moments later right on 
the front counter, and didn't stop until there were 
only crumbs left. They found a jug of pop in a small 
fridge by desk and washed the pizza down with it. 
Sated, they walked slowly back to the linen room and 
lay down on the remaining piles of clean laundry.

"So do you think that midget ever gets laid?" Josee 
ventured, feeling sleepy.

"Maybe. If he can't find some chick that wants to fuck 
him, there's gotta be hookers in this city who'd do it 
for cash. But I bet there's girls who'd do him just to 
see if his cock is normal."

"Would you?" Josee asked, mostly teasing.

"Not unless his tongue is as long as he is!" Both girls 
laughed.

"How much more of this do we hafta do?" Josee said, 
lifting her head off the pile on which she had 
collapsed.

"This'll likely be done in another half hour, but he 
said there's more in the dryers." Josee groaned.

"Well let's hurry up and get this done. I want that 
money." Moira reluctantly agreed, and they finished 
what was left in the room and then went into the next 
room to unload the dryers.

"Hey, these aren't dry." Josee frowned as she felt the 
linens in the big gas-operated machines.

"Neither are these." Moira checked the other units. 
"Guess he musta forgot to turn them on." The girls 
looked dubiously at the switches and dials on the front 
of the devices.

"What do we do? Should we start them up?" Josee asked.

"Fuck, no. I ain't touching these things. I wouldn't 
even know how to turn this on." She squinted at the 
blue pilot light visible underneath. "Probably blow us 
up or something."

"So what do we do?"

"Just wait here, I guess, until they come back."

"I hope he still gives us the money," Josee frowned 
again.

The girls retreated back into the folding room again 
and lay down across the stacked laundry, getting 
comfortable. They both sighed, and Moira rolled onto 
her back and looked at the drab ceiling.

"I wonder what my dad is doing right now." She closed 
her eyes and shook her head in frustration. "I got a 
feeling my mom was right about him being full of shit. 
How could he give me a fake address like that? Why the 
fuck did he lie when he knew we were coming down for a 
couple days?" 

Moira felt closer to crying this moment than she had 
the whole day, even when she had hurt herself running 
from the store. Josee shuffled her pile over beside 
Moira and snuggled into her friend. Moira sniffed and 
pushed her head into Josee's neck. Even though she was 
bigger and older, she felt the need to be consoled and 
comforted.

"It's okay, we'll figure things out tomorrow. We're 
gonna be alright tonight, right? We'll have some money 
and maybe a place to stay, and then tomorrow we'll go 
shopping or something and find some cool people to 
party with." Josee began to rub Moira's back and 
stroked her hair. 

She tenderly kissed her forehead, and Moira looked up 
at her and smiled weakly. She reached up with her own 
hand and gently traced the sides of Josee's face, and 
then shifted her position so she could sit up. She 
brought her face within an inch of the younger girls'.

"You're so sweet. You make me feel better than any guy 
I've ever dated." Moira moved her face closer until her 
lips were nearly touching Josee's, and she was looking 
into her eyes. "I wanna always be able to do this to 
you," she whispered, and then leaned in, parted her 
lips and caressed the other girl's with her own. 

Josee pulled Moira closely against her and fell back 
slowly on the soft linens with the older girl on top of 
her. Their tongues pushed and licked against each other 
and Moira's felt her breasts rub against Josee's 
through their thin shirts. Josee moaned softly 
underneath her as they kissed intensely. Moira pulled 
herself off of Josee and then while kneeling, reached 
down and tugged her t-shirt up and off. Josee stared at 
her open-mouthed.

"Here?" she whispered hoarsely.

"Why not?" Moira replied with a gleeful smile. "They 
won't be back for another hour at least, and we got 
nothing else to do." She unhooked her bra behind her 
back and revealed her firm, round sixteen year-old 
breasts. Josee stared in awe at the perfectly-shaped 
orbs, with their silver-dollar sized aureoles and 
pencil-eraser nipples. 

Moira reached down and began to push Josee's halter top 
up her slim torso, and then helped her sit up and 
watched with her heart pounding as the fourteen year-
old, grinning in anticipation, removed it the rest of 
the way. Josee's bra was next, and then she fell back 
down onto the towels underneath them, her supple 
breasts barely flattening. 

Moira looked down lustfully at the girl below her, and 
then lay down and thrilled in the feeling of her bare 
breasts against Josee's. They forced their tongues into 
each other's mouths, and clutched each other 
passionately, while Moira's knee found its way into 
Josee's crotch and began to put pressure against her 
pussy.

"Ooohhh, fuck!" Josee groaned, pulling her mouth away 
from Moira's for an instant. "I want you so bad, I 
gotta have you!" She wriggled out from under Moira, and 
hastily began removing her shorts. Her panties were 
nearly off before Moira was even able to follow suit. 

Moira's tight jeans weren't quite so easy to remove, 
and for a few comical seconds, she struggled to peel 
them off, finally succeeding in extricating just one 
leg. It was enough for Josee, who, when she realized 
she wasn't wearing any panties, fell upon Moira and 
mashed her thigh against the older teen's cunt and 
kissed her furiously. Just seconds later, she moved 
down and squeezed Moira's breasts, licking and nibbling 
on her nipples, but her real goal lay farther south, 
and that's where she continued to head.

Moira's pussy was bald, with baby-soft skin that she 
waxed regularly. The inner labia now protruded, swollen 
and glistening with Moira's arousal and Josee wasted no 
time in thrusting her face into their pinkness. Moira 
arched her back, gasping, as she felt the young girl's 
tongue probe between the lips and as deep as she could 
extend it between the vaginal walls. 

Josee's fingers pulled the pussy lips apart and her 
tongue began sloshing up and down Moira's cunt, 
plunging first into her vagina, and then up to her 
clitoris, flicking and digging at it. Moira responded 
loudly, with an "Unnngggghhhh!" as she felt the tip of 
Josee's tongue on her love button. She pulled her knees 
up towards her chest, rotating her snatch so Josee had 
easier access. In a foggy haze, she looked down and saw 
her juices smeared all over Josee's face, suddenly 
bringing her that much closer to orgasm. In that 
moment, she knew she loved Josee, loved her like one 
adult needed, wanted, craved another.

"Oh God! Oh Joseeeee! Oh fuck! You're gonna make me 
come! Holy fuck!" Her eyes screwed tightly shut, 
Moira's muscles tightened, and Josee could feel her 
cunt contract around the two fingers she now had buried 
between Moira's legs. Josee's fingers thrust in and out 
as her tongue worked feverishly against Moira's clit, 
her mouth making slurping noises and her nose inhaling 
the sweet smell of Moira's lubricants leaking all over 
her hands. 

She wished she could use her other hand to frig herself 
while all this was going on, but it was holding her up. 
She knew in the back of her mind she would later get as 
good as she was able to give, so she ignored her own 
needs, and concentrated on bringing her older teenage 
lover to orgasm. 

Moira was now alternately panting loudly and grunting 
with the effort of holding her breath as she felt the 
impending explosion bubbling from deep inside her 
pelvis. The muscles in her legs were burning from 
flexing continuously the last couple minutes, but she 
had no intention of relaxing them as she tried to coax 
on her orgasm. 

Her fingers were locked in Josee's hair, and a deep red 
now flushed her chest and neck as the capillaries near 
the surface of her skin filled with blood. Josee's left 
arm was growing tired from jamming her fingers in and 
out of Moira's pussy, but she was savouring the taste 
of the fluids that coated her lips, cheeks and chin. 
She could taste its salty sweetness on her tongue and 
in the back of her throat. Josee knew Moira was close 
to coming, so she pushed and rubbed even harder with 
the tip of her tongue and felt Moira squirm suddenly 
underneath her.

"Oohhh fuuu-" Moira's yell caught in her throat as her 
fingers yanked Josee's head into her snatch. Her eyes 
were closed tightly but her mouth opened wide in a 
silent scream as she went over the edge. Her body 
started to shiver and then immediately progressed to 
great, racking convulsions as she clamped her thighs 
around Josee's head and arched her back off the floor. 

"Unngghh!! Unngghh!! Unngghh!!" she moaned repeatedly, 
her muscles flexing and her body lunging up and down 
with each wave of her massive orgasm. Josee couldn't 
breath, but she continued to flutter her tongue against 
Moira's clit anyway, her fingers sawing furiously in 
and out of her cunt. One last prolonged lunge and Moira 
collapsed on the towels, weakly pushing Josee's face 
and tongue away, closing her thighs in an effort to 
stop the movement of her fingers.

"Ohhh, ohhh, ohhh," she moaned feebly, nearly crying. 
"Oh fuck, oh fuck that was fuckin-" She was unable to 
complete the sentence for her inability to describe the 
intensity of the orgasm. "Oh shit, oh Jesus, goddamn!" 

Moira finally opened her eyes and attempted to focus on 
Josee, now sitting on her bum with her knees pulled up 
to her chest and a grin on her face. She moaned 
tiredly, and then giggled sheepishly. "Fuck me, Josee. 
That was the biggest come I've ever had. How'd you do 
that?" Josee shrugged modestly, still smiling.

"I guess my 'Magic Fingers' got some help from my 
'Magic Tongue' this time."

"You little bitch!" she laughed, shaking her head. She 
gazed longingly at Josee's pussy, the lips swollen and 
spread slightly with moisture from her own arousal 
glistening there.

"You know what'd be perfect?" Josee asked, catching 
Moira's glance and shifting off her bum and onto her 
hands and knees. She crawled slowly up beside the other 
teenager, and lightly kissed her lips, her hair 
brushing Moira's face and forehead. Moira could smell 
the strong musky odour of her own juices on the 
fourteen year-old, and still see some wet patches on 
her face.

"What?" She watched breathlessly as Josee sat up and 
moved to straddle her face.

"If I had a 'Magic Cock' to go with them." She smiled 
devilishly down at Moira as she lowered her pussy to 
the older girl's face. In response, Moira giggled and 
then drove her tongue straight up into the folds of 
Josee's inner lips and closed her eyes in bliss. 

Josee hissed, as her fingers went to her own nipples 
and tugged them, feeling them harden. She rocked her 
hips and ground her cunt into Moira's face. Her slim, 
tight body, with apple-sized breasts and slender waist 
was perched over the head of her teenaged lover and 
swayed as she became lost in Moira's ministrations. 

Her long curly hair tickled her back as her head lolled 
back, and her eyes rolled up into her head. Below her, 
Moira drilled her tongue against the young teen's 
clitoris, occasionally moving her mouth to plunge it 
into her vagina and being rewarded with faceful of 
pussy juice, spicy and warm and fragrant as only a 
young girl's can be. 

Josee had something in mind she wanted Moira to do, but 
didn't know if she should ask her to do it. She thought 
better of it, or at least until they were in a 
different situation. But the very thought of it brought 
her arousal level up another notch, and she felt an 
orgasm building quickly deep in her pussy. She rolled 
her nipples aggressively, and began to bounce slightly 
on Moira's face. 

"Oh yeah, ohhh, fuck yeah! Eat me, ohhh c'mon, eat me 
good! Unngghh!" Her body tensed and she roughly pulled 
Moira's face against her pussy. She dimly heard Moira 
moaning between her cunt lips as she climaxed, her 
vagina spasming, her tiny fourteen year-old body 
shaking as her orgasm washed over her like surf 
pounding rocks at the ocean's edge.

She fell forward off Moira's face and rolled over onto 
her side, gasping. Her mouth opened and closed as she 
panted, feeling the pounding heart in her chest begin 
to slow. Moira propped her head up on her elbow, her 
face greasy with Josee's secretions. Smiling at Josee's 
slowly opening eyes, she used her other hand to collect 
the moisture off her cheeks and chin with her fingers, 
and cleaned each digit in turn with her tongue.

"Your come was pretty good too, huh? Fuck, I love it 
when you grab my hair like that and pull my face into 
you," she said, caressing her own breasts. She eyed 
Josee's naked body and marvelled at the fury and 
intensity wound up in that petit frame with its soft 
skin and hard muscles. Josee reminded her of the young 
male lovers she had taken, with their enthusiasm and 
frantic thrusting, not to mention their ability to 
recover nearly immediately. They may have lacked 
finesse, but Moira took delight in their eagerness to 
please. Josee was just as passionate, but more tender 
and considerate in her lovemaking, thanks to being a 
girl as well.

Josee lazily reached for her panties across the floor. 
"Guess we should get dressed in case they come back 
soon. Do you think he found us a place to stay?"

"Mmm, I fuckin' hope so." Moira giggled. "I just ate at 
the 'Y', I don't wanna have to stay the night there 
too!" Josee burst out laughing, and lightly punched 
Moira in the ribs.

The girls dressed and then sat and relaxed until they 
heard noises coming from out front again. They jumped 
to their feet, looking at the piles to make sure there 
was no evidence of their recent activity. The door 
popped open, and the midget ambled into the room a 
little unsteadily. 

"Well, I see I forgot to turn 'em fuckin' dryersh on 
again," he slurred slightly. He blinked blearily at the 
teens. The other man was no where to be seen. "But I'll 
pay you anyways. Just lemme get my checkbook." He 
turned and walked back out front. Moira looked at Josee 
and shook her head.

"We better not take a check from this guy. My dad's 
girlfriend bounced a bunch of checks before she fucked 
off and since they had an account together or 
something, he had to pay for all the shit she took off 
with." The girls hurried after him. "Can you pay us in 
cash? We can't do fuck all with a check this late." She 
stood beside him as he rifled through a messy wooden 
desk. Moira, at 5'3 towered over the midget, and he 
craned his neck upwards and squinted.

"Welll," he drawled, "I don't carry any cash on me so 
we gotta go to an ATM if you want it that bad." Moira 
nodded. "Okay, then follow me in your truck to the 
store."

The girls were glad to get out of the stuffy building 
and into the fresh air again. They watched curiously as 
the midget climbed up into his car with large wooden 
blocks attached to the gas and brake pedals and then 
they jumped into their pick-up. Moira turned the key, 
but nothing happened. She tried again, but the dash 
lights barely came on.

"Fuck!" She said angrily. She looked at the headlight 
switch and was chagrined to see it in the 'on' 
position. "How the fuck did that happen?"

"What do we do?" asked Josee worriedly.

"Guess we gotta ride with him," she replied, pissed off 
at yet another turn of bad luck that day. By this time 
he had pulled up beside them.

"Problems?" He raised one of his furry eyebrows.

"The fucking battery's dead."

"Mmm, hop in, and you can go with me. I think I can get 
some booster cables somewhere. Or you can wait out here 
'till I get back," he offered.

Faced with the choice of riding with a drunk driver, or 
sitting in their dead truck in an industrial area of a 
town they weren't familiar with, they chose the lesser 
evil, grabbed their duffle bags and switched vehicles.

Both girls sat in the back of his big Buick and stared 
out the window at the grimy surroundings. "Where's the 
other guy?" Josee finally ventured.

"He got into the booze a little harder than he planned 
to," the midget snorted. He's still at my place."

"Did he find someplace for us to stay tonight?" Moira 
asked hopefully.

"Uhm, I'm not sure. You can ask him if you want. But I 
don't know what kinda shape he's in to tell ya now. 
Fuck, if he ain't got a place for you to stay, you can 
stay with me, I guess." The girls looked at each other 
in alarm. Bunking down with two strange men in a 
strange city did not appeal to them in least. They 
buckled themselves into their seats as the car took off 
down the street, the midget squinting through the 
windshield, barely able to see above the dash. 

The car weaved slightly as they made their way through 
the city. Every once in a while the man took a swig 
from a bottle wrapped in a paper bag that he kept on 
the seat beside him. They stopped first at a 
convenience store where the midget stumbled in to get 
some cash from the ATM inside, before eventually 
driving them to a dingy house in a run-down 
neighbourhood.

To be continued?

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This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author
does not condone the described behavior in real life.

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