Chapter 36: Another Date
"You have a date on Friday night," Jeff told me. He did this quite often. He would set up a date for me, and he would have the person tell me what they paid for the date. It was usually something quite insignificant, like helping Jeff out with a job or something like that. It always humiliated me to know that there were people out there ready to do anything that Jeff asked for, because they knew they would get a sure shot at me. Some of the guys that took me out made sure to tell me what they had done to get me, and what they expected me to do for them.
"Who is it this time?" I asked.
"It's a surprise," Jeff said. "They'll pick you up at 7:00 on Friday. Dress sexy; no pants, no underwear."
I sighed, but of course I didn't question it. I was dressed and ready when I heard the doorbell ring. My mother answered it, and I heard a bubbling laugh in her voice when she yelled, "Rachel, your date is here!"
I came down, and there at the bottom of the step was Cynthia. Cynthia is a very nice girl, but she is a flaming all-men-are-scum lesbian. She was president of the school gay and lesbian club, and clearly made no secret about her sexual orientation.
And I had a date with her.
"Hi Rachel," she said happily, but she had a predatory look in her eyes. I thought about how to handle it, then I realized what Jeff would want me to do. This was a date that he set up, just like every other one, and I should treat it as a date.
I bounced down the stairs and said, "Hi Cynthia!" and I kissed her on the cheek. "Where are we going?"
"I thought dinner and a show," she said. "I've got tickets to Little Shop of Horrors." There was a local playhouse in town, and while they were far from Broadway quality, they were not too bad. I was looking forward to seeing the show.
She took my arm and led me to her car, where she opened the door and let me in. It was clear who would be in charge of this date. We went to the show first, and I really liked it. It was campy and goofy, but fun! Cynthia held my hand at the scary parts, and at other parts she rested her hand on my knee, not groping, just touching.
After the show, Cynthia took me to a local restaurant where lots of kids from our school hung out. She was clearly showing off that she was out on a date with me. It caused a little stir, but not too much; by this time, people expected shocking things of me.
We sat at the table, and Cynthia kept holding my hand on the table and laughing loudly. I finally got tired of it. I beckoned to her and she leaned forward across the table. I grabbed her head and gave her a big kiss, tongue and all. She was surprised, but she responded hotly. As we broke apart, I heard the catcalls and clapping that the kiss had produced. Although Cynthia looked around nervously, I wasn't worried about anyone saying anything nasty. On the one hand, it would probably just turn me on, and on the other, since the Marty incident, no guy had done anything too nasty to my face.
I leaned forward again and said, "Cyn, you don't have to show me off. I'll tell anyone that you want that we dated. If you want a spectacle, I'll crawl under the table and eat you right here, but if you just want to have a good time with me, lighten up!"
Cynthia blushed and looked down for a long minute. Then she looked at me and said, "You're right. I apologize. I wasn't treating you as a person, I was treating you as a showpiece and that is one of the things I hate about guys. Please forgive me!"
"I'll tell you what," I said. "You treat me as your date the rest of the night, and I'll forget it ever happened. Well, except for the kiss. I won't forget that. You're a good kisser."
She blushed again and looked down. She was cute when she blushed. We finished dinner and went out to her car. When we got in, she asked in a hopeful tone of voice, "Where to now?"
"Well, I certainly don't want this date to be over," I told her with a smile.
As she drove us to our next destination, she said laughing, "Imagine if you had gone down on me under the table!"
"People wouldn't have been surprised at me, but they would have about you!" I told her.
"How come you do that?" she asked. "Jeff agreed that you would go out with me and that, quote, I would get lucky if I wanted, unquote, because I lent him a pencil. A pencil worth less than a dime. Why would you agree to that?" she asked.
"Mmmmm, less than a dime," I repeated. "That's the cheapest he's sold me for yet!"
"Why would you let him sell you at all?" Cynthia pressed.
"That's a topic I'm not sure I'm ready to talk to you about on a first date," I told her. "Just believe that Jeff did not do anything that I didn't want him to do."
"OK, but I don't get it," she said.
We drove in silence for a few minutes before she broke the silence asking, "Does that mean that there might be a second date?"
"That all depends on how good you are with that tongue of yours." I said evilly.
Cynthia looked over at me in shock, then seeing the grin on my face, she burst out laughing. She was still laughing as she pulled up at our destination. It was the local make out spot, a location I had become very familiar with over the past months.
She turned off the engine and looked at me tentatively. "Surely you've brought other dates here?" I asked.
"Well yes, but not on a first date," she replied. "I usually know them better. Also, they've usually had experience with girls already."
It was so sweet! She thought I'd never done a girl before, and she was worried how to approach it with me. I put her mind at ease, telling her, "Here's what you need to know about me. I'm attracted to you, I'm horny, I will let you do absolutely anything that you want to me, and I cannot wait to get my mouth between your legs. Does that ease your mind on how to progress from here?"
Her mouth was slightly open, her breathing was starting to get heavier and she had a glazed look in her eyes as she said, "God, yes!" She leaned forward and I brought my lips to hers again, repeating the kiss that we had in the restaurant and turning the heat up a notch.
"How do you want it first?" I asked. "Do you want me to go down on you, do you want to go down on me, or should we 69?"
"I want to see your body naked!" she said.
I smiled, shimmied my dress over my hips and pulled my dress over my head and threw it into the back seat. "What is your next command, milady?" I asked.
"Get in the back seat!" she said. I think she expected me to climb over the seat, and she was surprised when I opened the door, got out, and walked around the car to her side and got in the back seat that way.
"You're naked!" she exclaimed when I was back in the car and the light was off again.
"I know, you made me get this way," I told her. "What is your next command?"
"Aren't you embarrassed to walk around like that?" she asked. "People saw you. They saw me, too! They know that you are naked with me."
"Well, that's why we're here. Everyone else here is probably in some stage of undress as well," I explained. "Plus, knowing that they know I am in here with you, and that I am going to do whatever you want, turns me on something fierce." I dipped my fingers between my legs and coated them with my sticky fluids. "See?" I asked, holding my fingers up to her. She grabbed my hand and shoved my fingers in her mouth, moaning as she tasted me.
She climbed into the back seat and pushed me up against the door and pushed my legs apart. She immediately sank her long tongue deep into my cunt, pulling out more of my nectar. "God, you taste so good!" she moaned into my pussy. She sucked my clit into her mouth and I was soon cumming wonderfully.
As I recovered, Cynthia ran her fingers around the SLUT mark on my pussy. My summer tan had long since faded, but Jeff had me go to a tanning salon, where the man who ran the place would cover my skin with bandages that spelled out the word, so it remained as fresh as the day Jeff had first marked me. Of course, I had to reward the attendant with a blow job.
"Why are you a slut?" she asked.
"Because I want to be," I said. "No one forced me to be what I am, and I enjoy it. Some people think that I let anyone use me, but really I am using everyone else. Really, would I have been able to get a date with as pretty a girl as you if you didn't know I was a slut?"
"Probably, yes," she said. "You are a very pretty girl. You could have gotten a date with almost anyone."
"But if I wasn't a known slut, there would be all sorts of baggage," I said. "For instance, would you have dated me knowing that tomorrow I'll be on another date, and I'll be fucking some random guy?"
"Maybe not," she said.
"Well, there you have it," I said. "I get to have my fun, and people don't expect anything of me."
"But don't you want a long term relationship?" she asked.
"I have a few," I explained, "but they are with special people who understand who I am and what I need. If I didn't have them to ground me, to love me, I probably couldn't do this, but I do have them, so I am fine."
"So what do you want from tonight?" she asked.
"I want you to spread your legs and let me eat you until you cum screaming," I told her. "Then I want you to take me over your lap and spank me for being such a naughty girl and walking outside naked, and when you are done with that, I want you to make me cum. And then, on Monday, I want you to treat me like a friend, maybe even ask me out again some time in the future. That's what I want."
She smiled and leaned back against the door, hiking up her skirt and letting me crawl between her legs. I know she was pleasantly surprised to find out that I knew my way around a pussy, and I didn't let her get up until she came three times. After she recovered from her orgasms, she pulled me across her lap and gave me the spanking that I had asked for. It wasn't as good as Jeff's but it was sweet and it got my motor running. She then flipped me over and played with my nipples as she drove her fingers into my pussy.
She dropped me off at home and walked me to the door. I gave her a deep kiss and said, "Next time, instead of parking, we can come back here and I'll show you all my toys."
"Won't your mother mind?" she asked in surprise.
"No, my mother understands and accepts my sexual peccadilloes," I replied. "She won't mind if I take you to my room and ravish your beautiful body."
"Mmmmm, I'll call you soon then," she said before she left.