Chapter Eighteen: Post Apocalyptic
(f/f, m/f, m+/f)
Amy laughed drunkenly.
She was with Elissa at the mall, and the two 14-year-olds were celebrating the coming of Winter Break with 20-ounce bottles of Coke mostly filled with some Vodka William had given them earlier. Amy had gone straight to her best friend’s place after her dad went berserk, she broke down, and he took off. She hadn’t wanted to be home when he got back. Besides, she and Elissa had planned to hang out that day, and he hadn't taken her money with him when he left so abruptly.
Might as well enjoy myself while I can, thought the girl.
Going to the mall had been her idea, too, once she'd arrived at her best friend's house. Amy didn’t put it past her dad to come looking for her at Lessy’s home and she didn't want to be there if he did. While there, though, the two teens had concocted this idea of getting drunk in public. It was something Amy had never done.
William hadn't even asked for a blowjob to let the teens raid his alcohol stash and 20-ounce bottles of Coke were plentiful in Elissa's family fridge. Her mom had agreed to drive them to the mall to “shop”, oblivious to the fact that the Cokes the girls' drank in the back of her minivan were 60/40 mixes of Vodka and Coca-Cola. Since William would be picking them up later, getting trashed wasn't an issue, either.
Currently the two girls were stumbling away from the food court, alcohol laden Cokes clutched in their hands.
“Ooo, let’s go sit by the fountain!” Elissa suggested giddily.
“Yeah!” Amy concurred, all thoughts and fears regarding her father now drowned in a sea of drunkenness.
The two girls made their way across the mall toward the water fountain at its core. It was a busy evening there, and the two teenagers giggled whenever they accidentally stumbled or bumped into other shoppers, which was often. They were pretty drunk already. Amy, who wasn’t used to drinking hard liquor, was probably the drunker of the two. When they got to the fountain they immediately took a seat on one of the stone benches in front of it.
“I’m pretty wasted,” Amy whispered loudly in her friend’s ear.
Elissa laughed as though this was the funniest thing she’d ever heard. “Me, too!” she agreed.
Amy heard someone yelling in her direction, and she briefly glanced across the way. Her eyes slowly focused on a girl roughly her age whom she didn't recognize. The strange girl yelled something again before moving excitedly toward her and Elissa. She had a shopping bag clenched in each hand and she was wearing very expensive designer clothes—it was the kind of outfit Amy only ever saw in magazines, actually. The girl’s shoes alone easily cost $300.
She had long blonde hair and wide blue eyes. Currently she was smiling stupidly from ear to ear as she shrieked like an idiot. “Holly! Oh my God, oh my GOD!”
Amy gave Elissa a wayward glance. Elissa was stifling a laugh. She found this stranger as ridiculously out of place in their presence as she did.
When the girl got to within a few feet of her and Elissa she stopped moving and instead began to bounce in place like a moron. “I can’t-believe-you’re-here! Oh my God! What are the odds?!? Like, I thought you were going to Aspen and like, my parents brought me to this lame place except, you know, we fly down to Florida on Monday, and can you believe how lame this mall is? God! What is up?!?”
Amy raised an eyebrow and took a long sip from her alcoholic-Coke. The longer she went without speaking the more this stranger’s smile lessened. She caught Elissa grinning, making Amy grin, too.
“Do I know you?” Amy finally asked.
The girl laughed in disbelief. “It’s me, Cassie! You know…,” she said, her voice trailing off. “Cassie? Like, your friend Cassie?”
“I don’t know any Cassie,” Amy said, trying not to giggle.
The girl’s smile completely vanished at this point. She looked hurt. Finally she asked, “Like, why are you being like this, Holly?”
“Like, her name isn’t Holly, you like, retard!” Elissa suddenly chimed in, mimicking the stranger's prep-girl voice.
The blonde girl looked briefly at Lessy and then focused on Amy again. She was forcing herself to laugh when she asked, “Uhm, is this a joke?”
“No joke,” Amy said, a drunken grin on her face. “My name isn’t Holly, and I don’t fucking know you.”
Elissa laughed at that.
“Oh,” the girl, Cassie, finally whispered. She looked incredibly embarrassed suddenly, like she didn’t know whether to just leave or to explain herself. Finally she added, “Uhm, you like, look just like this friend of mine…”
“Us redheads all look the same,” Amy smiled, sounding sarcastic.
When the girl finally did turn around, Amy and Elissa burst into drunken laughter before she was ten paces away. “Blondes!” Elissa laughed. “I swear, I swear, it’s not a stereotype!”
The two teenagers continued to laugh at the retreating prep-girl, who was obviously making a beeline toward the nearest store she might disappear into. Elissa continued to make derisive comments about “Cassie” but Amy's focus had settled onto a group of boys not far away.
“Hey, look,” Amy said, her words slightly slurred. She’d already forgotten about the prep-bitch ditz who was almost out of sight by now. She was focusing her attention on a group of three boys sitting on a bench in the opposite direction. They were probably a year or so older than her and Elissa, and they were very cute, and they were very much trying to look like they weren’t checking them out.
“Hmm, nice,” Elissa purred. “What do you think?”
Amy grinned. “Let’s go talk to them!” she suggested.
“Why Amy Torch!” Elissa exclaimed with mock surprise. “I've never heard you so forward!”
Amy giggled, but inside she felt sudden embarrassment. It was true: Elissa was usually the one to make such suggestions. In fact, Amy had always counted on it. But right now, after her scary blow-up with her dad, Amy felt compelled to take the initiative. She wanted to feel wanted, she wanted to feel desired. And these boys were checking her (and Elissa) out.
Fuck you, Dad, the drunk teen thought with a grin. Suddenly she said to Elissa, “Can't I be the slut for once? Let's go hit on them!”
Elissa grinned drunkenly in response. “I have a better idea,” she said.
Amy was caught completely off guard when her best friend pressed her lips against hers. After being stunned momentarily she realized what her friend was up to. The two girls had never kissed in public before, and it was thrilling to suddenly do so. Plus, giving these boys a show—teasing them while pretending they weren't— was exciting!
If she’d been sober she might have been too embarrassed to continue. But the feeling of Lessy’s tongue inside her mouth and the thought of defying her father even more drove her into a passionate frenzy. Soon the girls were eagerly going at it, hugging each other close and rubbing their legs together. Amy felt her heart rate increase dramatically as she ran her hands up and down her friend’s back.
Elissa was the one to finally break off the kiss. The two were still holding each other, though, as they both looked back in the boys’ direction. They—and possibly many others—had just witnessed the two 14-year-olds display of wanton affection. And as predicted, the three boys were practically salivating.
“They so want us,” Elissa giggled as she gaily nibbled Amy's ear.
“Duh!” Amy replied breathlessly. “So what next?”
“We introduce ourselves, of course,” Elissa said with a wink.
The two girls sat up and grabbed their coats. Elissa took Amy’s free hand in hers as they sauntered toward the boys. It felt oddly erotic to hold her friend's hand like this as Amy followed Elissa's lead toward the boys. She was doing her best not to giggle as they got close to the teens, and the looks they had in their eyes was priceless.
“Hey,” one of the boys, a tall and decently built brown haired teen, said. He was trying to sound casual, nonchalant. He almost pulled it off, too.
“Hey,” Lessy replied with a grin. “What’re you guys doing?”
“Just chilling,” the same boy replied with a shrug.
Amy's face suddenly flushed red. It was all the drunk 14-year-old could do to keep from giggling. She felt silly all of a sudden, even if she was incredibly turned on.
“I’m Lessy,” Elissa said, letting go of Amy’s hand to offer a handshake.
“Adam,” the boy grinned before shaking Elissa’s hand. He thrust his head in his friends’ direction and added, “these are my boys, Cameron and Judas.”
“Judas?” Elissa asked, her eyes going wide with interest.
One of the two other boys, who had bleached white hair and pierced ears, grinned. “I know, betrayer of Christ, all that shit. My parents are fucking weird.”
“Pretty cool,” Elissa smiled at him. If Amy hadn't known better she would have sworn her friend was actually impressed.
“So you guys from here?” Amy asked after clearing her throat. She was trying to sound as sober and in control as Elissa, but the alcohol was really getting to her now. Also, the red-head was beginning to really see where this encounter might lead. The possibilities excited and scare the girl at the same time.
“Yeah,” the boy named Adam said casually. “Well, not the city. We’re from Twinsburg.”
Amy cringed when he mentioned that suburb. In her drunken state it was hard to force away the recent memories of her trip there to meet her dad's boss, to get fucked by a d---
“Aim and I were thinkin’ of sneaking into the old Penny’s,” Elissa said. This was news to her, but Amy nodded in agreement during the ensuing pause.
The JC Penny’s store had been closed for six months—it was being converted into an area suitable for other, smaller shops, but construction had stalled a couple months back because the Cleveland City Council had basically decided the space was worth more money, or something. Amy wasn’t clear on the details, but she did know that some of the kids from school had bragged about sneaking in there to get high. Neither she nor Elissa ever had, though, of that Amy was sure.
“Cool,” Adam nodded. “Guys, whadda ya think?”
The two other boys nodded stupidly. Of course they’d love to sneak away someplace private with them, Amy thought with a drunken grin. However, she was getting even more nervous now. Not because of the guys anymore, but because of Penny’s. What if they got caught? Wasn’t that trespassing? The girl could just imagine being put in jail, having to call her dad to bail her out. The idea made her shudder all over.
“Let’s go, then,” Elissa smiled to the boys, Judas in particular, as she took Amy’s hand in hers again and started to back away.
Soon the two girls, who were a good fifteen paces ahead of the slower, trying-to-be-cool boys, were getting close to the mid-level entrance of the giant, abandoned department store.
Amy whispered nervously to her friend, “Less, what are we doing?!”
“Shh!” Elissa replied. “It’s okay, I think I know a way in. Just be cool.”
Amy nodded, gulped, then gripped her friend’s hand. Again it felt really good to hold hands with her in public like this, but her paranoia was ruining it this time. Paranoid of being caught trespassing, that is.
The large entrance of the J.C. Penny’s had been dry-walled over. A giant sized font written across it read: “Coming Soon to the Cleveland Mall: Exciting New Shopping Opportunities!” To Amy it looked like a dead end. And thank God.
Not to Elissa, though. She gave Amy a wink as they waited for the boys to catch up and then said, “Okay, see that service door?”
Everyone, including Amy, looked where Elissa pointed. The girl then said, “One at a time, we go in. I’ll go first. There’s got to be an entrance to Penny’s down that hall.”
“What if it’s locked?” the most nervous of the boys, Cameron, asked, echoing Amy's concern.
“Then we pick the lock!” Elissa said with a manic gleam in her eye. Even as she spoke she was backing away from the group, toward the service-entry door.
Amy looked around their surroundings anxiously. This end of the mall was pretty dead right now, and the few people entering and exiting the nearby shops didn’t seem to notice the group of teenagers. And when she looked back toward Elissa she saw the plain door just closing behind her.
Amy weaved in the direction of the door suddenly. She was trying to walk straight but booze and nervousness kept her from doing so. Finally she threw the door open and went inside. The hallway was dark and narrow, and Amy squealed when Elissa poked her from the darkness.
“I found a way in!” she whispered. “Let’s wait for the guys.”
One by one the boys joined them. Adam was first, and he provided a lighter for a bit of illumination. Next came Cameron, who seemed out of breath and appeared as nervous as Amy felt. Judas entered only a moment after.
The five teenagers made their way down the hall with Elissa in the lead. She brought them all to another door only a short ways down. Amy could just make out her smile in the lone flame’s light as her friend opened the door.
The J.C. Penny’s Amy remembered from years past had changed. Instead of racks of clothing and jewelry laden counters there were stacks of cardboard boxes, empty metal clothing racks, and sawhorses set up here and there. The large empty space was lit up with what appeared to be the store’s emergency lighting: basically it was dark except for some soft, yellow glowing here and there. It was dead. It was a relic.
“Whoa,” Amy said softly, sure that her hammering heart could be heard by all.
“This is kinda creepy,” Cameron whispered as the teens moved slowly into the store.
“I think it’s pretty cool,” Judas observed. “Sort of a post-apocalyptic department store, you know?”
The teens were basically quiet after that as Elissa led them further in. Amy came up next to her and was about to ask where they were going when her friend said, “There!”
She was pointing toward a dead, motionless escalator. Just beyond it, though, was an undisturbed register area. Amy immediately knew why her friend had decided on the spot, too. If they were sitting down inside the countered area no one would be able to see them. Other areas might be easier to hide in, but there was lighting here too, which was a big selling point.
Amy followed Elissa toward it. When they got up to the counter Elissa lifted up a dusty divider and entered the small space. Amy was just behind her, and soon the two teenage girls were sitting with their backs against the counter, the boys quickly snaking their way in behind them.
“We should be quiet, here,” Elissa said softly to the group. “Just to be safe.”
“I doubt security comes around often,” Adam said, though he did keep his voice low. “I mean, if they were worried about security those doors would have been locked.”
Everyone nodded. And no one else said anything. Amy's head sort of spun as moments passed in silence. Each teenager settled down into their place, including Amy, who found herself staring nervously across the way at the boys. What’s next? was probably the question on everyone’s mind, Amy’s included. She looked toward Elissa for guidance.
“Anyone got a joint?” her Goth-garbed friend suddenly grinned.
“God damn I was hoping someone would ask that!” Judas exclaimed, a bit too loudly.
Everyone laughed softly. Amy watched with interest as the largest of the three boys, who was probably the oldest too, produced a pack of cigarettes from his jeans pocket. From it he pulled out a thickly rolled joint.
Amy hadn’t smoked weed in a while but she figured, what the hell? When the doob made its way to her she took a long hit and then passed it to her left. After only a few trips around the circle of teenagers the joint had been reduced to a small, nearly unholdable roach.
“God,” Amy said, keeping her voice incredibly soft. The weed had hit her hard. “I think I’m really, really, really drunk, Lessy…”
Everyone laughed at her words. She joined them, brushing her long red hair away from her face. She heard Adam ask, “You meant stoned, right?”
Elissa grinned and held out her bottle of Coke, which was just over half empty. “Nope, we’re drunk, too!”
Amy passed her Coke, which was emptier than Elissa’s, to Cameron while Elissa passed hers to Adam. Once again a drug went around the circle, but this time Amy didn’t take part. She’d had enough Coke and Vodka to last her quite a while. Things were sort of spinning and though the weed had made her thirsty what she really wanted to drink was some water. Or orange juice! Yes, juice sounded great to the girl...
After both bottles were empty they were dropped to the floor and once again the teenagers didn’t have much to say to one another.
“So,” Cameron suddenly blurted. “Are you two like, lesbians?”
Amy started laughing uncontrollably. The question was so funny! Are we lesbians? she thought. Duh, I mean, no. Are we? No… so funny! Why would they even think that?!
“Just because we kissed a little bit earlier?” Elissa asked suggestively. Her eyes were only half opened and she was grinning slyly, Amy noticed. She was definitely as baked as she was, but more in control, too.
“Sorry,” Cameron replied, obviously embarrassed.
“Noooo!” Amy exclaimed suddenly feeling bad for the boy. “No sorry, I mean, don't be! We’re just… you know, friends!”
“Good friends,” Elissa added.
Judas grinned. “These guys are my good friends, too, but I’d never kiss ‘em.”
“Maybe you should,” Elissa winked.
“No way!” Cameron exclaimed.
The boys talked over each other for a minute, and Amy watched them with fascination. Suddenly she felt Elissa slide up even closer to her and her attention went back to her best friend and her soft, tantalizing body.
“I was thinking,” Elissa said loudly, though she was pretending as though the boys couldn’t hear her, “maybe we should give these guys a show. You know? Show them that we really do dig each other, that we’re not some posers…”
Amy grinned back at her friend. She did in fact feel like a poser in the presence of these older boys. More than that, though, the thought of making out with Lessy in front of strangers again was a huge turn-on. Especially when her drunken, stoned, teenage-mind remembered the things her father thought about her.
“You're mine!” he had said to her many times.
Not right now I'm not, the girl thought with drunken teenage rebellion.
“I dunno, Lessy,” she played along suddenly. “They seem pretty cool… would they really wanna watch two 14-year-olds make out?”
“Shit, I’m only fifteen!” Cameron exclaimed.
“I’m sixteen, but I say go for it,” Adam chimed in. Elissa joined Amy's giggling at this.
“Dudes, dudes,” Judas interrupted. Amy stared at him with a glazed smile on her face as he went on, “Look, I’m the oldest here, I'm seventeen. But even if I was twenty, why the fuck wouldn’t I want to watch two hot chicks make out? Am I right?”
The boys laughed way too hard and for way too long at Judas' joke. Elissa, meanwhile, turned Amy’s head back toward her with a light touch of her chin. Amy felt lost in Elissa’s dark eyes and she parted her lips involuntarily. Tingles of excitement trickled through her skin. And when their lips pressed together, while sitting on the thinly carpeted floor of this big abandoned department store, Amy became lost in the sudden electricity that ensued.
Everyone went quiet and it was easy to pretend they were alone. Amy placed her hand on Elissa’s cheek lovingly as their kiss intensified. Remembering that they had an audience suddenly made the way she kissed her best friend different than normal, but it was actually really cool. Instead of going at her full force, Amy was instinctively taking her time. She brushed Elissa’s hair away from her face (something that normally didn’t matter) while Elissa did the same for her. She kissed her friend's upper lip, then relished the feeling of having her lower lip suckled. And then, finally, Amy moaned into her friend's mouth as their lips met head on.
Elissa was getting up onto her knees now, and Amy followed. She felt her friend’s hands slide down her body and she quivered at the touch. God did she know how to touch her. Even so, Amy was surprised and even embarrassed when Elissa began pulling her shirt upwards, undressing her in front of these boys. She didn’t want to ruin the moment, though, so she reached her arms up over her head and allowed her friend to pull her shirt off.
What does it really matter anyway? the drunk girl thought.
One of the boys said something to one of the others, but Amy couldn't concentrate enough to listen. She was lost in the feel of Elissa’s lips, of her tongue, of her hands now roaming her naked back and hips. God she could kiss Elissa all day long. But Elissa obviously had other ideas.
Amy felt herself being pushed gently back onto the floor even as the two teen girls' tongues intertwined once more. Her friend’s hands were still around her back, but they were only there long enough to unfasten her bra. When that was done Elissa brought her hands around Amy’s front and boldly slid them up under Amy’s bra. The contact of her hands on her tits made Amy squeal with delight.
Her drunken and stoned mind isolated her from anything but her lover's touch, now. Sure, Amy knew she was being watched, even as she let Elissa lay her flat on her back. Even so it was just the touches, the pleasures her friend was giving her that made her moan. After an awkward shifting in position, Amy nearly came when she realized Elissa was straddling her: that her friend was now boldly groping her tits under her bra, which was ready to be removed.
Suddenly the Goth-girl hissed into her ear, “You want to show them your tits?”
“Yes,” Amy replied loudly. She meant it. Why not? She was lost in Elissa's world, and she never wanted to be found.
Her words signaled the end of her bra. Elissa pulled it off, freeing her boobs now for all to see.
Elissa remained perpendicular to her, straddling her body and aggressively playing with her breasts. She was giggling softly and twirling Amy’s bra around in the air as she groped Amy’s left tit with her free hand. Amy couldn’t help but smile: Elissa looked so happy, so excited, so… well, in her element! Suddenly the dark haired beauty tossed Amy’s bra away toward the boys and leaned back over to aggressively start kissing Amy on the lips again. It was exactly what Amy wanted.
After enjoying their kiss for a few minutes, Amy realized that these three strange boys were probably seeing Elissa as the total aggressor right now. That was probably fine but Amy wanted more from this encounter right now, especially right now. So she was the one to break off the girl-girl kiss this time.
Before Elissa could complain Amy breathed into her ear, “I bet they want to see your tits, too...”
Elissa grinned and then glanced over to the boys. “You want to see my tits, too?”
The overwhelming “Yes!” made Amy laugh.
“Dirty, perverted boys!” Elissa giggled. Even as she said this, though, Amy watched as the girl straddling her began pulling up her tight black shirt. Amy's hands immediately followed and slid up her friend's sides and expertly undid her bra's restraint. A moment later and Amy was staring wantonly at her friend’s small, pale breasts, naked now to view.
God did she want to taste them right now! It was all the stoned girl could think about.
During the following several minutes of intense kissing, touching, and groping on both sides, Amy tried unsuccessfully to take the dominant position. Elissa seemed determined to stay on top, though. This was pretty much fine by Amy, except she wanted to move things forward. She wanted to be completely nude, and had already kicked off her shoes with this in mind. Elissa, though, seemed content to suckle her tits, play with her nipples, and work on giving her a massive hickey... from on top.
Soon Amy gave up trying to take the dominant position as she became lost in the feeling of her best friend's succulent lips on hers; of the goth-girl's fingers squeezing her naked breasts; and that she, too, was a part of this encounter. She was suddenly just laying there enjoying her friend's attentions. Sure, she was moaning and panting. Sure she was enjoying being fondled and kissed. But in Amy's mind just then, she was in her own bed, and it could have been anyone-- ever her father-- doing these things to her body. At that moment Amy Torch was lost in pleasure and she felt like it should go on forever, with or without reciprocation.
“Amy?”
The 14-year-old snapped out of her drunken and stoned haze at the sound of Elissa's voice. She felt her friend's hands gently massaging her breasts and the girl's long raven hair tingling her naked upper body.
“Yeah?” she asked stupidly.
Elissa was grinning. She looked flushed. “We have company... don't drift off!”
Amy's body came to life then and, with a grin, she slurred, “Course not!”
She pulled Elissa's body back down to hers. Their breasts crushed together and Amy heard the boys, who she suddenly became aware of again, sigh with appreciation. She kissed Elissa on her lips. She arched her back to bring her body closer to her friend's. And then, finally, she started to unzip her shorts and wiggle them down her legs.
She had her shorts almost past her knees when Elissa hissed in her ear, “What are you doing?!?”
“I want you to fuck me,” Amy replied honestly, too stoned and drunk to sugarcoat it. “Why not let them see?”
“Not here,” Elissa responded with a coy smile. “Later. When we’re alone, and can do it right....”
“This is right!” Amy protested.
Why doesn't she want to fuck me? the girl worried.
Elissa’s lips came down right next to her earlobes. She whispered very gently these words: “Why don't we fuck them instead?”
The 14-year-old, too drunk and too stoned and too horny for her own good, sighed. Then she smiled. Then she said, “Yes!”
Suddenly Elissa crawled backward, away from Amy. Her sudden withdrawal from her body made Amy sad for a moment.
“Well, guys,” Amy heard Elissa say to the three boys. “Did that answer your question?”
Amy leaned up on her elbows and flung her long hair off to the side so she could get a good look at the boys in the dim light. Each of them were staring at her and Elissa with intense expressions on their faces. Each seemed to be trying to hide the hard-ons they obviously had. Even though everything was spinning Amy knew these guys were hard and willing and eager.
And she was eager, too. Thoughts of getting pounded by their cocks made the drunk and horny girl nearly mew with pleasure as she stared at them, waiting for Elissa to make the next move.
Finally it was Adam who spoke.
“So you two are dykes, then,” he stated. It wasn’t an insult, so much as a disappointed observation.
“Yes and no,” Elissa grinned playfully. Amy shuddered when she tickled her fingers down Amy's torso.
“We like fucking each other, but,” Elissa continued, “well, we love fucking guys, too!”
Good, Amy couldn't help but think. She's setting it up...
Amy grinned as she listened to Elissa and leaned over to push her shorts away once and for all. Completely nude, now, she got onto her knees next to her topless friend and began softly rubbing her back.
“But like, I like more than that,” Elissa continued while obviously enjoying Amy's amateur massage. “I mean, I'd like a cock right now. Amy, too...”
Everyone became quiet again, especially Amy. Things were still spinning, and in her stone and drunk mind the paranoid teen worried the boys would decline Elissa's obvious invitation.
She continued smiling at the boys as she massaged her friend. She was unconsciously biting her lower lip waiting in slow motion for the boys to give their response...
“Look,” Cameron suddenly stammered, “I mean, if you two are just... you know... into girls... that's okay.”
“No!” Elissa exclaimed.
“You looked really into each other,” Judas nodded.
Everyone was suddenly talking. Everyone except Amy. Her mind was spinning. Her heart was pounding. And she was the only naked one there.
“SHUT UP!” Amy cried.
It was amazing how her voice echoed throughout the old JC Penny's store.
“Look,” she slurred as the startled teens stared at her, “Lessy and I like getting together, duh, okay? So yeah!
“But,” she continued, “I mean, as wet as I am right now? I'd be like, twice as wet, if I knew I could get a cock... and I know Less is the same!”
Amy fought back a smile when she saw Elissa's expression. It was a look of thanks.
“Okay, if you’re serious, here’s my cock.”
Amy spun at the words.
There was Cameron, the boy who’d seemed so nervous earlier. He'd removed his penis from his pants and Amy gasped when she saw it: it was rock hard, long, and surprisingly attractive. Plus, it was aimed directly at her.
Elissa's expression was practically egging her on. And so, grinning from ear to ear, Amy leaned forward and walked a few paces on all fours until she was at the sitting boy’s waist. After a quick glance up at his face she suddenly leaned down and began to suck his member wantonly into her mouth.
The drunk and stoned girl figured this was really no big thing. Why not suck him off? She was obviously worked up, incredibly worked up, and this guy wasn't her dad, and all she was doing was proving to the boys that she was a hetero-slut, jut like her friend. This should spreed things up at the least, the girl reasoned.
The taste of his dick in her mouth the first time nearly made her gag, though. The taste of cock brought back horrible memories. But Amy fought through it. She had to. And it wasn't long before the sensation of his cock-head at the back her throat made her groan.
The other two boys, sitting to either side of him, made some disappointed comments. Amy ignored them. She sucked on Cameron’s penis greedily and was instantly lost in its presence. With her naked butt high in the air behind her Amy choked herself on the strange boy’s dick, and it suddenly felt incredible to feel his thing down her throat.
Cameron's hands came down onto her head just as she realized that some action was occurring to her right. Elissa, it seemed, had decided to take care of Judas. She could hear her friend giving the boy a blowjob as she did the same to Cameron, and Amy smiled around the cock in her mouth. This was good, the girl thought. Really good!
Amy suddenly realized, though, that to her left was a boy watching enviously at the two 14-year-old girls sucking off his friends. The jealous boy was Adam. He was the one who’d seemed the leader of this group early on and now he was alone while his friends received some major blowjob action. In her stoned and drunken state Amy felt sorry for him. Momentarily removing Cameron’s cock from her mouth she gasped to the lonely boy, “What are you waiting for?”
“What?” he grunted.
Amy kissed Cameron's cock once more before looking back at Adam.
“Come on,” she breathed, “Get behind me!”
She went right back to the cock at hand after saying this, and for a minute she didn’t think Adam would oblige. But then she felt his hands on her ass and with one free hand she reached back and found what she expected: a hard teenage cock, ready to fuck her doggy-style.
The instant her hand touched it Amy's pussy exploded with a trembling desire she hadn't felt in a long, long time. It was kind of difficult for the girl to guide him inside her as she simultaneously pleasured Cameron’s cock, but even though she was drunk and stoned she managed just fine. Her hormones were carrying the day and soon Amy was groaning around the cock in her throat as Adam’s cock popped into her vagina from behind.
It was honestly too much for the young girl... for a moment. The feeling of her throat being violated coupled with her suddenly stuffed pussy? All the drunken teen could do was tense up and groan and shudder.
But she was groaning around a cock. In her mouth. And this just made Cameron all the more happy. And the sounds of his pleasure made the girl's hormones explode again, this time resulting in a tight, almost painful orgasm.
While she came she thrust her ass backward at Adam while Cameron began tightening his fists into her red hair. She yelped around the dick in her mouth as Adam slapped her naked ass just as she finished her first quick orgasm. Ashamed that she had enjoyed that for a second, Amy almost told him not to do it again. But then he did, and this time amy groaned with pleasure.
She could hear Elissa moaning with Judas, then, and Amy felt obliged to suck Cameron's dick even further down her throat. It was her duty to do that, she reasoned, to pleasure these guys as they pleasured her.
On all fours and getting fucked from behind was awesome, but sucking a dick while doing that was simply amazing. Amy wouldn’t have it any other way all of a sudden. She absolutely loved this! Despite her bouncing hair and the sensation of being penetrated from forward and back she could just make out Elissa, her raven haired friend, getting nailed in the missionary position. She was biting her lower lip and loving it and begging for more, Amy saw.
And so, too, was Amy: begging for more. At that moment she wanted more than was possible. She had to beg with her groaning and her squeezing cunt but beg she did.
To the girl's surprise Adam came first. Maybe the boy lacked endurance, or maybe her pussy was just that tight. Either way she shivered whilst her cunny filled with his semen. She grunted as it did: it was like being wrapped in a warm blanket after coming in from the cold. She moaned her appreciation as a spectacular orgasm built.
She didn’t quite get off, though.
Cameron groaned shortly after Adam unloaded his sperm inside her, and Amy gagged and gulped whilst his cum spurted down her throat. It was insane. For a moment she was almost certain she would choke on his dick, but then the torrent of cum abated and she gobbled the rest of it down easily.
With these two boys satisfied, Amy collapsed to the floor and turned her head to watch Elissa in action. The Goth-girl was on her back still. At some point Judas had removed the rest of her clothing, and he was pistoning his dick in and out of her cunt furiously. Elissa was trying to keep her gasps and groans quiet, the way she tried to remain quiet when she and Amy were fucking each other back at her house. Her eyes locked onto Amy’s just as the Goth-girl came, hard, and Amy couldn’t help but moan as she finally had an orgasm of her own.
That was when she realized she'd stuffed two of her fingers into her cum-slick hole the moment Adam had pulled out of her. She'd been so high-- on alcohol, on weed, and on sex-- that she hadn't even realized it. She was glad now, though, that she had. After all she managed an orgasm that made the one from a few minutes before pale in comparison. And she had it while staring into the eyes of her cumming friend.
Once it was all done the teenagers sat around feeling dumb. The boys were talking awkwardly to one another, but all Amy could do was lean back against the counter and smile dazedly. Elissa was right next to her.
“Will is probably waiting for us,” Elissa eventually whispered.
“Yeah,” Amy responded. She felt beat. Tired and sexually content, but beat from the weed and booze and spinning room. It felt like everything was numb and distant.
The two girls looked around for their clothes and quickly got dressed. Though these boys had seen all of her by now, Amy felt totally vulnerable and embarrassed whilst pulling up her panties in front of them. And then to pull on her shirt, and then her shorts, and her shoes... if she hadn't been so dazed and mellow she might have blushed.
Her bra she stuffed in her purse while Elissa gabbed with the boys. Finally Amy was mostly clothed and Elissa had finished collecting their phone numbers. Without another word to them Amy began walking away through the empty, “post-apocalyptic” department store, and eventually her friend caught up with her.
The two girls chatted breathlessly when they got back into the mall. Then the two 14-year-olds meandered for a while. Amy was well aware of the fact that her lipstick was smeared and that her hair was disheveled and that her boobs, unrestrained by a bra, were bouncing. But she didn't care.
Eventually her dazed, glossed-over mind recovered somewhat and Amy began to giggle drunkenly at Elissa's jokes about her sluttiness.
“Two guys at once!” her friend was saying.
With Elissa, being slutty wasn’t a bad thing. She made the dirtiness clean and fun. So, Amy eventually figured, why not revel in it for a while?
And she did. She was stoned, still, and drunk, and the girl allowed herself to laugh at her own slutty behavior and enjoy it, even.
Unfortunately this elation wasn’t to last. Eventually the two teens had to meet their ride home. And when they met up with Elissa's brother, William, he kept his promise and brought them back to Elissa’s house.
None of the teenagers could have imagined what would await them there, though.
Chapter Eighteen: Post Apocalyptic
(f/f, m/f, m+/f)
Amy laughed drunkenly.
She was with Elissa at the mall, and the two 14-year-olds were celebrating the coming of Winter Break with 20-ounce bottles of Coke mostly filled with some Vodka William had given them earlier. Amy had gone straight to her best friend’s place after her dad went berserk, she broke down, and he took off. She hadn’t wanted to be home when he got back. Besides, she and Elissa had planned to hang out that day, and he hadn't taken her money with him when he left so abruptly.
Might as well enjoy myself while I can, thought the girl.
Going to the mall had been her idea, too, once she'd arrived at her best friend's house. Amy didn’t put it past her dad to come looking for her at Lessy’s home and she didn't want to be there if he did. While there, though, the two teens had concocted this idea of getting drunk in public. It was something Amy had never done.
William hadn't even asked for a blowjob to let the teens raid his alcohol stash and 20-ounce bottles of Coke were plentiful in Elissa's family fridge. Her mom had agreed to drive them to the mall to “shop”, oblivious to the fact that the Cokes the girls' drank in the back of her minivan were 60/40 mixes of Vodka and Coca-Cola. Since William would be picking them up later, getting trashed wasn't an issue, either.
Currently the two girls were stumbling away from the food court, alcohol laden Cokes clutched in their hands.
“Ooo, let’s go sit by the fountain!” Elissa suggested giddily.
“Yeah!” Amy concurred, all thoughts and fears regarding her father now drowned in a sea of drunkenness.
The two girls made their way across the mall toward the water fountain at its core. It was a busy evening there, and the two teenagers giggled whenever they accidentally stumbled or bumped into other shoppers, which was often. They were pretty drunk already. Amy, who wasn’t used to drinking hard liquor, was probably the drunker of the two. When they got to the fountain they immediately took a seat on one of the stone benches in front of it.
“I’m pretty wasted,” Amy whispered loudly in her friend’s ear.
Elissa laughed as though this was the funniest thing she’d ever heard. “Me, too!” she agreed.
Amy heard someone yelling in her direction, and she briefly glanced across the way. Her eyes slowly focused on a girl roughly her age whom she didn't recognize. The strange girl yelled something again before moving excitedly toward her and Elissa. She had a shopping bag clenched in each hand and she was wearing very expensive designer clothes—it was the kind of outfit Amy only ever saw in magazines, actually. The girl’s shoes alone easily cost $300.
She had long blonde hair and wide blue eyes. Currently she was smiling stupidly from ear to ear as she shrieked like an idiot. “Holly! Oh my God, oh my GOD!”
Amy gave Elissa a wayward glance. Elissa was stifling a laugh. She found this stranger as ridiculously out of place in their presence as she did.
When the girl got to within a few feet of her and Elissa she stopped moving and instead began to bounce in place like a moron. “I can’t-believe-you’re-here! Oh my God! What are the odds?!? Like, I thought you were going to Aspen and like, my parents brought me to this lame place except, you know, we fly down to Florida on Monday, and can you believe how lame this mall is? God! What is up?!?”
Amy raised an eyebrow and took a long sip from her alcoholic-Coke. The longer she went without speaking the more this stranger’s smile lessened. She caught Elissa grinning, making Amy grin, too.
“Do I know you?” Amy finally asked.
The girl laughed in disbelief. “It’s me, Cassie! You know…,” she said, her voice trailing off. “Cassie? Like, your friend Cassie?”
“I don’t know any Cassie,” Amy said, trying not to giggle.
The girl’s smile completely vanished at this point. She looked hurt. Finally she asked, “Like, why are you being like this, Holly?”
“Like, her name isn’t Holly, you like, retard!” Elissa suddenly chimed in, mimicking the stranger's prep-girl voice.
The blonde girl looked briefly at Lessy and then focused on Amy again. She was forcing herself to laugh when she asked, “Uhm, is this a joke?”
“No joke,” Amy said, a drunken grin on her face. “My name isn’t Holly, and I don’t fucking know you.”
Elissa laughed at that.
“Oh,” the girl, Cassie, finally whispered. She looked incredibly embarrassed suddenly, like she didn’t know whether to just leave or to explain herself. Finally she added, “Uhm, you like, look just like this friend of mine…”
“Us redheads all look the same,” Amy smiled, sounding sarcastic.
When the girl finally did turn around, Amy and Elissa burst into drunken laughter before she was ten paces away. “Blondes!” Elissa laughed. “I swear, I swear, it’s not a stereotype!”
The two teenagers continued to laugh at the retreating prep-girl, who was obviously making a beeline toward the nearest store she might disappear into. Elissa continued to make derisive comments about “Cassie” but Amy's focus had settled onto a group of boys not far away.
“Hey, look,” Amy said, her words slightly slurred. She’d already forgotten about the prep-bitch ditz who was almost out of sight by now. She was focusing her attention on a group of three boys sitting on a bench in the opposite direction. They were probably a year or so older than her and Elissa, and they were very cute, and they were very much trying to look like they weren’t checking them out.
“Hmm, nice,” Elissa purred. “What do you think?”
Amy grinned. “Let’s go talk to them!” she suggested.
“Why Amy Torch!” Elissa exclaimed with mock surprise. “I've never heard you so forward!”
Amy giggled, but inside she felt sudden embarrassment. It was true: Elissa was usually the one to make such suggestions. In fact, Amy had always counted on it. But right now, after her scary blow-up with her dad, Amy felt compelled to take the initiative. She wanted to feel wanted, she wanted to feel desired. And these boys were checking her (and Elissa) out.
Fuck you, Dad, the drunk teen thought with a grin. Suddenly she said to Elissa, “Can't I be the slut for once? Let's go hit on them!”
Elissa grinned drunkenly in response. “I have a better idea,” she said.
Amy was caught completely off guard when her best friend pressed her lips against hers. After being stunned momentarily she realized what her friend was up to. The two girls had never kissed in public before, and it was thrilling to suddenly do so. Plus, giving these boys a show—teasing them while pretending they weren't— was exciting!
If she’d been sober she might have been too embarrassed to continue. But the feeling of Lessy’s tongue inside her mouth and the thought of defying her father even more drove her into a passionate frenzy. Soon the girls were eagerly going at it, hugging each other close and rubbing their legs together. Amy felt her heart rate increase dramatically as she ran her hands up and down her friend’s back.
Elissa was the one to finally break off the kiss. The two were still holding each other, though, as they both looked back in the boys’ direction. They—and possibly many others—had just witnessed the two 14-year-olds display of wanton affection. And as predicted, the three boys were practically salivating.
“They so want us,” Elissa giggled as she gaily nibbled Amy's ear.
“Duh!” Amy replied breathlessly. “So what next?”
“We introduce ourselves, of course,” Elissa said with a wink.
The two girls sat up and grabbed their coats. Elissa took Amy’s free hand in hers as they sauntered toward the boys. It felt oddly erotic to hold her friend's hand like this as Amy followed Elissa's lead toward the boys. She was doing her best not to giggle as they got close to the teens, and the looks they had in their eyes was priceless.
“Hey,” one of the boys, a tall and decently built brown haired teen, said. He was trying to sound casual, nonchalant. He almost pulled it off, too.
“Hey,” Lessy replied with a grin. “What’re you guys doing?”
“Just chilling,” the same boy replied with a shrug.
Amy's face suddenly flushed red. It was all the drunk 14-year-old could do to keep from giggling. She felt silly all of a sudden, even if she was incredibly turned on.
“I’m Lessy,” Elissa said, letting go of Amy’s hand to offer a handshake.
“Adam,” the boy grinned before shaking Elissa’s hand. He thrust his head in his friends’ direction and added, “these are my boys, Cameron and Judas.”
“Judas?” Elissa asked, her eyes going wide with interest.
One of the two other boys, who had bleached white hair and pierced ears, grinned. “I know, betrayer of Christ, all that shit. My parents are fucking weird.”
“Pretty cool,” Elissa smiled at him. If Amy hadn't known better she would have sworn her friend was actually impressed.
“So you guys from here?” Amy asked after clearing her throat. She was trying to sound as sober and in control as Elissa, but the alcohol was really getting to her now. Also, the red-head was beginning to really see where this encounter might lead. The possibilities excited and scare the girl at the same time.
“Yeah,” the boy named Adam said casually. “Well, not the city. We’re from Twinsburg.”
Amy cringed when he mentioned that suburb. In her drunken state it was hard to force away the recent memories of her trip there to meet her dad's boss, to get fucked by a d---
“Aim and I were thinkin’ of sneaking into the old Penny’s,” Elissa said. This was news to her, but Amy nodded in agreement during the ensuing pause.
The JC Penny’s store had been closed for six months—it was being converted into an area suitable for other, smaller shops, but construction had stalled a couple months back because the Cleveland City Council had basically decided the space was worth more money, or something. Amy wasn’t clear on the details, but she did know that some of the kids from school had bragged about sneaking in there to get high. Neither she nor Elissa ever had, though, of that Amy was sure.
“Cool,” Adam nodded. “Guys, whadda ya think?”
The two other boys nodded stupidly. Of course they’d love to sneak away someplace private with them, Amy thought with a drunken grin. However, she was getting even more nervous now. Not because of the guys anymore, but because of Penny’s. What if they got caught? Wasn’t that trespassing? The girl could just imagine being put in jail, having to call her dad to bail her out. The idea made her shudder all over.
“Let’s go, then,” Elissa smiled to the boys, Judas in particular, as she took Amy’s hand in hers again and started to back away.
Soon the two girls, who were a good fifteen paces ahead of the slower, trying-to-be-cool boys, were getting close to the mid-level entrance of the giant, abandoned department store.
Amy whispered nervously to her friend, “Less, what are we doing?!”
“Shh!” Elissa replied. “It’s okay, I think I know a way in. Just be cool.”
Amy nodded, gulped, then gripped her friend’s hand. Again it felt really good to hold hands with her in public like this, but her paranoia was ruining it this time. Paranoid of being caught trespassing, that is.
The large entrance of the J.C. Penny’s had been dry-walled over. A giant sized font written across it read: “Coming Soon to the Cleveland Mall: Exciting New Shopping Opportunities!” To Amy it looked like a dead end. And thank God.
Not to Elissa, though. She gave Amy a wink as they waited for the boys to catch up and then said, “Okay, see that service door?”
Everyone, including Amy, looked where Elissa pointed. The girl then said, “One at a time, we go in. I’ll go first. There’s got to be an entrance to Penny’s down that hall.”
“What if it’s locked?” the most nervous of the boys, Cameron, asked, echoing Amy's concern.
“Then we pick the lock!” Elissa said with a manic gleam in her eye. Even as she spoke she was backing away from the group, toward the service-entry door.
Amy looked around their surroundings anxiously. This end of the mall was pretty dead right now, and the few people entering and exiting the nearby shops didn’t seem to notice the group of teenagers. And when she looked back toward Elissa she saw the plain door just closing behind her.
Amy weaved in the direction of the door suddenly. She was trying to walk straight but booze and nervousness kept her from doing so. Finally she threw the door open and went inside. The hallway was dark and narrow, and Amy squealed when Elissa poked her from the darkness.
“I found a way in!” she whispered. “Let’s wait for the guys.”
One by one the boys joined them. Adam was first, and he provided a lighter for a bit of illumination. Next came Cameron, who seemed out of breath and appeared as nervous as Amy felt. Judas entered only a moment after.
The five teenagers made their way down the hall with Elissa in the lead. She brought them all to another door only a short ways down. Amy could just make out her smile in the lone flame’s light as her friend opened the door.
The J.C. Penny’s Amy remembered from years past had changed. Instead of racks of clothing and jewelry laden counters there were stacks of cardboard boxes, empty metal clothing racks, and sawhorses set up here and there. The large empty space was lit up with what appeared to be the store’s emergency lighting: basically it was dark except for some soft, yellow glowing here and there. It was dead. It was a relic.
“Whoa,” Amy said softly, sure that her hammering heart could be heard by all.
“This is kinda creepy,” Cameron whispered as the teens moved slowly into the store.
“I think it’s pretty cool,” Judas observed. “Sort of a post-apocalyptic department store, you know?”
The teens were basically quiet after that as Elissa led them further in. Amy came up next to her and was about to ask where they were going when her friend said, “There!”
She was pointing toward a dead, motionless escalator. Just beyond it, though, was an undisturbed register area. Amy immediately knew why her friend had decided on the spot, too. If they were sitting down inside the countered area no one would be able to see them. Other areas might be easier to hide in, but there was lighting here too, which was a big selling point.
Amy followed Elissa toward it. When they got up to the counter Elissa lifted up a dusty divider and entered the small space. Amy was just behind her, and soon the two teenage girls were sitting with their backs against the counter, the boys quickly snaking their way in behind them.
“We should be quiet, here,” Elissa said softly to the group. “Just to be safe.”
“I doubt security comes around often,” Adam said, though he did keep his voice low. “I mean, if they were worried about security those doors would have been locked.”
Everyone nodded. And no one else said anything. Amy's head sort of spun as moments passed in silence. Each teenager settled down into their place, including Amy, who found herself staring nervously across the way at the boys. What’s next? was probably the question on everyone’s mind, Amy’s included. She looked toward Elissa for guidance.
“Anyone got a joint?” her Goth-garbed friend suddenly grinned.
“God damn I was hoping someone would ask that!” Judas exclaimed, a bit too loudly.
Everyone laughed softly. Amy watched with interest as the largest of the three boys, who was probably the oldest too, produced a pack of cigarettes from his jeans pocket. From it he pulled out a thickly rolled joint.
Amy hadn’t smoked weed in a while but she figured, what the hell? When the doob made its way to her she took a long hit and then passed it to her left. After only a few trips around the circle of teenagers the joint had been reduced to a small, nearly unholdable roach.
“God,” Amy said, keeping her voice incredibly soft. The weed had hit her hard. “I think I’m really, really, really drunk, Lessy…”
Everyone laughed at her words. She joined them, brushing her long red hair away from her face. She heard Adam ask, “You meant stoned, right?”
Elissa grinned and held out her bottle of Coke, which was just over half empty. “Nope, we’re drunk, too!”
Amy passed her Coke, which was emptier than Elissa’s, to Cameron while Elissa passed hers to Adam. Once again a drug went around the circle, but this time Amy didn’t take part. She’d had enough Coke and Vodka to last her quite a while. Things were sort of spinning and though the weed had made her thirsty what she really wanted to drink was some water. Or orange juice! Yes, juice sounded great to the girl...
After both bottles were empty they were dropped to the floor and once again the teenagers didn’t have much to say to one another.
“So,” Cameron suddenly blurted. “Are you two like, lesbians?”
Amy started laughing uncontrollably. The question was so funny! Are we lesbians? she thought. Duh, I mean, no. Are we? No… so funny! Why would they even think that?!
“Just because we kissed a little bit earlier?” Elissa asked suggestively. Her eyes were only half opened and she was grinning slyly, Amy noticed. She was definitely as baked as she was, but more in control, too.
“Sorry,” Cameron replied, obviously embarrassed.
“Noooo!” Amy exclaimed suddenly feeling bad for the boy. “No sorry, I mean, don't be! We’re just… you know, friends!”
“Good friends,” Elissa added.
Judas grinned. “These guys are my good friends, too, but I’d never kiss ‘em.”
“Maybe you should,” Elissa winked.
“No way!” Cameron exclaimed.
The boys talked over each other for a minute, and Amy watched them with fascination. Suddenly she felt Elissa slide up even closer to her and her attention went back to her best friend and her soft, tantalizing body.
“I was thinking,” Elissa said loudly, though she was pretending as though the boys couldn’t hear her, “maybe we should give these guys a show. You know? Show them that we really do dig each other, that we’re not some posers…”
Amy grinned back at her friend. She did in fact feel like a poser in the presence of these older boys. More than that, though, the thought of making out with Lessy in front of strangers again was a huge turn-on. Especially when her drunken, stoned, teenage-mind remembered the things her father thought about her.
“You're mine!” he had said to her many times.
Not right now I'm not, the girl thought with drunken teenage rebellion.
“I dunno, Lessy,” she played along suddenly. “They seem pretty cool… would they really wanna watch two 14-year-olds make out?”
“Shit, I’m only fifteen!” Cameron exclaimed.
“I’m sixteen, but I say go for it,” Adam chimed in. Elissa joined Amy's giggling at this.
“Dudes, dudes,” Judas interrupted. Amy stared at him with a glazed smile on her face as he went on, “Look, I’m the oldest here, I'm seventeen. But even if I was twenty, why the fuck wouldn’t I want to watch two hot chicks make out? Am I right?”
The boys laughed way too hard and for way too long at Judas' joke. Elissa, meanwhile, turned Amy’s head back toward her with a light touch of her chin. Amy felt lost in Elissa’s dark eyes and she parted her lips involuntarily. Tingles of excitement trickled through her skin. And when their lips pressed together, while sitting on the thinly carpeted floor of this big abandoned department store, Amy became lost in the sudden electricity that ensued.
Everyone went quiet and it was easy to pretend they were alone. Amy placed her hand on Elissa’s cheek lovingly as their kiss intensified. Remembering that they had an audience suddenly made the way she kissed her best friend different than normal, but it was actually really cool. Instead of going at her full force, Amy was instinctively taking her time. She brushed Elissa’s hair away from her face (something that normally didn’t matter) while Elissa did the same for her. She kissed her friend's upper lip, then relished the feeling of having her lower lip suckled. And then, finally, Amy moaned into her friend's mouth as their lips met head on.
Elissa was getting up onto her knees now, and Amy followed. She felt her friend’s hands slide down her body and she quivered at the touch. God did she know how to touch her. Even so, Amy was surprised and even embarrassed when Elissa began pulling her shirt upwards, undressing her in front of these boys. She didn’t want to ruin the moment, though, so she reached her arms up over her head and allowed her friend to pull her shirt off.
What does it really matter anyway? the drunk girl thought.
One of the boys said something to one of the others, but Amy couldn't concentrate enough to listen. She was lost in the feel of Elissa’s lips, of her tongue, of her hands now roaming her naked back and hips. God she could kiss Elissa all day long. But Elissa obviously had other ideas.
Amy felt herself being pushed gently back onto the floor even as the two teen girls' tongues intertwined once more. Her friend’s hands were still around her back, but they were only there long enough to unfasten her bra. When that was done Elissa brought her hands around Amy’s front and boldly slid them up under Amy’s bra. The contact of her hands on her tits made Amy squeal with delight.
Her drunken and stoned mind isolated her from anything but her lover's touch, now. Sure, Amy knew she was being watched, even as she let Elissa lay her flat on her back. Even so it was just the touches, the pleasures her friend was giving her that made her moan. After an awkward shifting in position, Amy nearly came when she realized Elissa was straddling her: that her friend was now boldly groping her tits under her bra, which was ready to be removed.
Suddenly the Goth-girl hissed into her ear, “You want to show them your tits?”
“Yes,” Amy replied loudly. She meant it. Why not? She was lost in Elissa's world, and she never wanted to be found.
Her words signaled the end of her bra. Elissa pulled it off, freeing her boobs now for all to see.
Elissa remained perpendicular to her, straddling her body and aggressively playing with her breasts. She was giggling softly and twirling Amy’s bra around in the air as she groped Amy’s left tit with her free hand. Amy couldn’t help but smile: Elissa looked so happy, so excited, so… well, in her element! Suddenly the dark haired beauty tossed Amy’s bra away toward the boys and leaned back over to aggressively start kissing Amy on the lips again. It was exactly what Amy wanted.
After enjoying their kiss for a few minutes, Amy realized that these three strange boys were probably seeing Elissa as the total aggressor right now. That was probably fine but Amy wanted more from this encounter right now, especially right now. So she was the one to break off the girl-girl kiss this time.
Before Elissa could complain Amy breathed into her ear, “I bet they want to see your tits, too...”
Elissa grinned and then glanced over to the boys. “You want to see my tits, too?”
The overwhelming “Yes!” made Amy laugh.
“Dirty, perverted boys!” Elissa giggled. Even as she said this, though, Amy watched as the girl straddling her began pulling up her tight black shirt. Amy's hands immediately followed and slid up her friend's sides and expertly undid her bra's restraint. A moment later and Amy was staring wantonly at her friend’s small, pale breasts, naked now to view.
God did she want to taste them right now! It was all the stoned girl could think about.
During the following several minutes of intense kissing, touching, and groping on both sides, Amy tried unsuccessfully to take the dominant position. Elissa seemed determined to stay on top, though. This was pretty much fine by Amy, except she wanted to move things forward. She wanted to be completely nude, and had already kicked off her shoes with this in mind. Elissa, though, seemed content to suckle her tits, play with her nipples, and work on giving her a massive hickey... from on top.
Soon Amy gave up trying to take the dominant position as she became lost in the feeling of her best friend's succulent lips on hers; of the goth-girl's fingers squeezing her naked breasts; and that she, too, was a part of this encounter. She was suddenly just laying there enjoying her friend's attentions. Sure, she was moaning and panting. Sure she was enjoying being fondled and kissed. But in Amy's mind just then, she was in her own bed, and it could have been anyone-- ever her father-- doing these things to her body. At that moment Amy Torch was lost in pleasure and she felt like it should go on forever, with or without reciprocation.
“Amy?”
The 14-year-old snapped out of her drunken and stoned haze at the sound of Elissa's voice. She felt her friend's hands gently massaging her breasts and the girl's long raven hair tingling her naked upper body.
“Yeah?” she asked stupidly.
Elissa was grinning. She looked flushed. “We have company... don't drift off!”
Amy's body came to life then and, with a grin, she slurred, “Course not!”
She pulled Elissa's body back down to hers. Their breasts crushed together and Amy heard the boys, who she suddenly became aware of again, sigh with appreciation. She kissed Elissa on her lips. She arched her back to bring her body closer to her friend's. And then, finally, she started to unzip her shorts and wiggle them down her legs.
She had her shorts almost past her knees when Elissa hissed in her ear, “What are you doing?!?”
“I want you to fuck me,” Amy replied honestly, too stoned and drunk to sugarcoat it. “Why not let them see?”
“Not here,” Elissa responded with a coy smile. “Later. When we’re alone, and can do it right....”
“This is right!” Amy protested.
Why doesn't she want to fuck me? the girl worried.
Elissa’s lips came down right next to her earlobes. She whispered very gently these words: “Why don't we fuck them instead?”
The 14-year-old, too drunk and too stoned and too horny for her own good, sighed. Then she smiled. Then she said, “Yes!”
Suddenly Elissa crawled backward, away from Amy. Her sudden withdrawal from her body made Amy sad for a moment.
“Well, guys,” Amy heard Elissa say to the three boys. “Did that answer your question?”
Amy leaned up on her elbows and flung her long hair off to the side so she could get a good look at the boys in the dim light. Each of them were staring at her and Elissa with intense expressions on their faces. Each seemed to be trying to hide the hard-ons they obviously had. Even though everything was spinning Amy knew these guys were hard and willing and eager.
And she was eager, too. Thoughts of getting pounded by their cocks made the drunk and horny girl nearly mew with pleasure as she stared at them, waiting for Elissa to make the next move.
Finally it was Adam who spoke.
“So you two are dykes, then,” he stated. It wasn’t an insult, so much as a disappointed observation.
“Yes and no,” Elissa grinned playfully. Amy shuddered when she tickled her fingers down Amy's torso.
“We like fucking each other, but,” Elissa continued, “well, we love fucking guys, too!”
Good, Amy couldn't help but think. She's setting it up...
Amy grinned as she listened to Elissa and leaned over to push her shorts away once and for all. Completely nude, now, she got onto her knees next to her topless friend and began softly rubbing her back.
“But like, I like more than that,” Elissa continued while obviously enjoying Amy's amateur massage. “I mean, I'd like a cock right now. Amy, too...”
Everyone became quiet again, especially Amy. Things were still spinning, and in her stone and drunk mind the paranoid teen worried the boys would decline Elissa's obvious invitation.
She continued smiling at the boys as she massaged her friend. She was unconsciously biting her lower lip waiting in slow motion for the boys to give their response...
“Look,” Cameron suddenly stammered, “I mean, if you two are just... you know... into girls... that's okay.”
“No!” Elissa exclaimed.
“You looked really into each other,” Judas nodded.
Everyone was suddenly talking. Everyone except Amy. Her mind was spinning. Her heart was pounding. And she was the only naked one there.
“SHUT UP!” Amy cried.
It was amazing how her voice echoed throughout the old JC Penny's store.
“Look,” she slurred as the startled teens stared at her, “Lessy and I like getting together, duh, okay? So yeah!
“But,” she continued, “I mean, as wet as I am right now? I'd be like, twice as wet, if I knew I could get a cock... and I know Less is the same!”
Amy fought back a smile when she saw Elissa's expression. It was a look of thanks.
“Okay, if you’re serious, here’s my cock.”
Amy spun at the words.
There was Cameron, the boy who’d seemed so nervous earlier. He'd removed his penis from his pants and Amy gasped when she saw it: it was rock hard, long, and surprisingly attractive. Plus, it was aimed directly at her.
Elissa's expression was practically egging her on. And so, grinning from ear to ear, Amy leaned forward and walked a few paces on all fours until she was at the sitting boy’s waist. After a quick glance up at his face she suddenly leaned down and began to suck his member wantonly into her mouth.
The drunk and stoned girl figured this was really no big thing. Why not suck him off? She was obviously worked up, incredibly worked up, and this guy wasn't her dad, and all she was doing was proving to the boys that she was a hetero-slut, jut like her friend. This should spreed things up at the least, the girl reasoned.
The taste of his dick in her mouth the first time nearly made her gag, though. The taste of cock brought back horrible memories. But Amy fought through it. She had to. And it wasn't long before the sensation of his cock-head at the back her throat made her groan.
The other two boys, sitting to either side of him, made some disappointed comments. Amy ignored them. She sucked on Cameron’s penis greedily and was instantly lost in its presence. With her naked butt high in the air behind her Amy choked herself on the strange boy’s dick, and it suddenly felt incredible to feel his thing down her throat.
Cameron's hands came down onto her head just as she realized that some action was occurring to her right. Elissa, it seemed, had decided to take care of Judas. She could hear her friend giving the boy a blowjob as she did the same to Cameron, and Amy smiled around the cock in her mouth. This was good, the girl thought. Really good!
Amy suddenly realized, though, that to her left was a boy watching enviously at the two 14-year-old girls sucking off his friends. The jealous boy was Adam. He was the one who’d seemed the leader of this group early on and now he was alone while his friends received some major blowjob action. In her stoned and drunken state Amy felt sorry for him. Momentarily removing Cameron’s cock from her mouth she gasped to the lonely boy, “What are you waiting for?”
“What?” he grunted.
Amy kissed Cameron's cock once more before looking back at Adam.
“Come on,” she breathed, “Get behind me!”
She went right back to the cock at hand after saying this, and for a minute she didn’t think Adam would oblige. But then she felt his hands on her ass and with one free hand she reached back and found what she expected: a hard teenage cock, ready to fuck her doggy-style.
The instant her hand touched it Amy's pussy exploded with a trembling desire she hadn't felt in a long, long time. It was kind of difficult for the girl to guide him inside her as she simultaneously pleasured Cameron’s cock, but even though she was drunk and stoned she managed just fine. Her hormones were carrying the day and soon Amy was groaning around the cock in her throat as Adam’s cock popped into her vagina from behind.
It was honestly too much for the young girl... for a moment. The feeling of her throat being violated coupled with her suddenly stuffed pussy? All the drunken teen could do was tense up and groan and shudder.
But she was groaning around a cock. In her mouth. And this just made Cameron all the more happy. And the sounds of his pleasure made the girl's hormones explode again, this time resulting in a tight, almost painful orgasm.
While she came she thrust her ass backward at Adam while Cameron began tightening his fists into her red hair. She yelped around the dick in her mouth as Adam slapped her naked ass just as she finished her first quick orgasm. Ashamed that she had enjoyed that for a second, Amy almost told him not to do it again. But then he did, and this time amy groaned with pleasure.
She could hear Elissa moaning with Judas, then, and Amy felt obliged to suck Cameron's dick even further down her throat. It was her duty to do that, she reasoned, to pleasure these guys as they pleasured her.
On all fours and getting fucked from behind was awesome, but sucking a dick while doing that was simply amazing. Amy wouldn’t have it any other way all of a sudden. She absolutely loved this! Despite her bouncing hair and the sensation of being penetrated from forward and back she could just make out Elissa, her raven haired friend, getting nailed in the missionary position. She was biting her lower lip and loving it and begging for more, Amy saw.
And so, too, was Amy: begging for more. At that moment she wanted more than was possible. She had to beg with her groaning and her squeezing cunt but beg she did.
To the girl's surprise Adam came first. Maybe the boy lacked endurance, or maybe her pussy was just that tight. Either way she shivered whilst her cunny filled with his semen. She grunted as it did: it was like being wrapped in a warm blanket after coming in from the cold. She moaned her appreciation as a spectacular orgasm built.
She didn’t quite get off, though.
Cameron groaned shortly after Adam unloaded his sperm inside her, and Amy gagged and gulped whilst his cum spurted down her throat. It was insane. For a moment she was almost certain she would choke on his dick, but then the torrent of cum abated and she gobbled the rest of it down easily.
With these two boys satisfied, Amy collapsed to the floor and turned her head to watch Elissa in action. The Goth-girl was on her back still. At some point Judas had removed the rest of her clothing, and he was pistoning his dick in and out of her cunt furiously. Elissa was trying to keep her gasps and groans quiet, the way she tried to remain quiet when she and Amy were fucking each other back at her house. Her eyes locked onto Amy’s just as the Goth-girl came, hard, and Amy couldn’t help but moan as she finally had an orgasm of her own.
That was when she realized she'd stuffed two of her fingers into her cum-slick hole the moment Adam had pulled out of her. She'd been so high-- on alcohol, on weed, and on sex-- that she hadn't even realized it. She was glad now, though, that she had. After all she managed an orgasm that made the one from a few minutes before pale in comparison. And she had it while staring into the eyes of her cumming friend.
Once it was all done the teenagers sat around feeling dumb. The boys were talking awkwardly to one another, but all Amy could do was lean back against the counter and smile dazedly. Elissa was right next to her.
“Will is probably waiting for us,” Elissa eventually whispered.
“Yeah,” Amy responded. She felt beat. Tired and sexually content, but beat from the weed and booze and spinning room. It felt like everything was numb and distant.
The two girls looked around for their clothes and quickly got dressed. Though these boys had seen all of her by now, Amy felt totally vulnerable and embarrassed whilst pulling up her panties in front of them. And then to pull on her shirt, and then her shorts, and her shoes... if she hadn't been so dazed and mellow she might have blushed.
Her bra she stuffed in her purse while Elissa gabbed with the boys. Finally Amy was mostly clothed and Elissa had finished collecting their phone numbers. Without another word to them Amy began walking away through the empty, “post-apocalyptic” department store, and eventually her friend caught up with her.
The two girls chatted breathlessly when they got back into the mall. Then the two 14-year-olds meandered for a while. Amy was well aware of the fact that her lipstick was smeared and that her hair was disheveled and that her boobs, unrestrained by a bra, were bouncing. But she didn't care.
Eventually her dazed, glossed-over mind recovered somewhat and Amy began to giggle drunkenly at Elissa's jokes about her sluttiness.
“Two guys at once!” her friend was saying.
With Elissa, being slutty wasn’t a bad thing. She made the dirtiness clean and fun. So, Amy eventually figured, why not revel in it for a while?
And she did. She was stoned, still, and drunk, and the girl allowed herself to laugh at her own slutty behavior and enjoy it, even.
Unfortunately this elation wasn’t to last. Eventually the two teens had to meet their ride home. And when they met up with Elissa's brother, William, he kept his promise and brought them back to Elissa’s house.
None of the teenagers could have imagined what would await them there, though.
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