Becca spent the next few hours revamping her bedroom. She swept away any and all remnants of her childhood into boxes and moved them into storage in the attic, then she replaced them with the effects of the typical young woman—CDs, pin-up posters of boy bands and rock groups, magazine pages of sexy-looking perfume ads, make-up, and hair styling implements, and the like. She kept only one stuffed animal, a big shaggy dog her dad had given her many years ago. She also kept the shred of the Pony Princess's winking eye, which she taped up above her bed to remind her that she was growing up now and anything goes.

By the time she was done it looked like the bedroom of a young woman, and no longer like that of a little girl; Becca's confidence soared. She taped up the last of her rock posters and stepped back to examine her handiwork. It was a new masterpiece. She felt better than she had in months. The room was clean too, and that made her feel accomplished and in control.

Then she took a bath. Once again she had to shave the aggravating little stubble from her legs and bikini area that seemed to crop-up every day or so since she started growing hair down there. She had waited eagerly for it for years, but now that it was there, it seemed to be more of a nuisance than anything. She liked having a nice little tuft of hair on her privates though. It looked sexy. It made her feel like a real woman. She took a pair of her mother's grooming scissors and trimmed it down a bit.

"Perhaps we'll find some use for you tonight, little Miss." She gave her vulva a pat as though it were a favourite pet. "Ready or not, here he comes..."

She was still very nervous every time she thought about actually having sex that night. She had to keep giving herself these little pep talks to maintain the excitement of finally going all the way. The little girl in her kept trying to run away and hide, and she had to keep beating that little girl back into repression, lest her newfound confidence and courage be undermined. She was determined to do something tonight, if not go all the way. Time would tell if she really had the guts.

She rinsed herself off with a quick shower and got out of the bath. After a short battle with her girlish insecurities, she dressed herself in a provocative little outfit that she was sure the boys would just love. She put on a silky white blouse over a black bra and short little black skirt that barely covered her ass. It was light and bouncy and threatened to ride up and expose her girlish secrets with every little move she made. She loved it!

It took her almost fifteen minutes to choose a pair of panties to wear underneath that skirt however. The skimpy little skirt she had chosen didn't hide much; she was certain the boys would see her panties at some point, and she wanted to make an impression. She even toyed with the idea of wearing no panties at all, but that was a little too much for her. She didn't want to look like a total slut in front of these three guys she didn't even know. In the end she opted for a pair of very tight and skimpy black cotton panties. They were comfortable and sexy. She twirled in front of the mirror and studied the look of them on her ass as her skirt flared upward in a spinning fan. She nodded in approval and went to work on her hair.

Her hair was long and silky. She had used plenty of conditioner and it bounced and flowed smoothly with every move she made. She tossed it around a bit, doing her best impression of the bimbos in the shampoo commercials, and then she got to work styling the fuck out of it. Her haired flowed in long dirty-blond waves down to the middle of her back; that part was fine. In the front however, she had to sweep it all back out of her face with little elastics and butterfly clips. In the end, she looked pretty damn good. She grinned at herself.

"I'm sure it will look way sexier after I get busy with Daniel."

Then she did her best impression of a girl getting it hard from a boy. She bounced her head violently back and forth and cried out lustily. "Ah! Oh, yes! Oh, god! Ah, yeah!" Her hair shimmered as she moved, but in the end it settled back to the exact placed it had been before she started the show. She grinned again, still panting from the exertion, and for a moment she was completely convinced that she would go through with it after all. She was pretty damn sexy. Her privates had wet themselves a bit as well, and that made her feel even naughtier. How could she possibly deprive a worthy young man from her hot little body? She wasn't that cruel was she? She giggled and scooped up her make-up bag.

She flicked on the radio and sat down to begin putting on her make-up. She was delighted to hear one of her favourite tunes come thumping out of the speakers.

Ride it, ride it, little girl...
(Boom-chicka-boom-chicka-boom-chicka-WOW!)
Give it a swoop and a sexy lil' swirl!
You know you wanna give it a whirl.
Work it, work it, earn that pearl.
Ride it, ride it, little girl...
(Boom-chicka-boom-chicka-boom-chicka-WOW!)
Let it rock your freakin' world.
(Boom-chicka-boom-chicka-boom-boom-boom...)

The beat bumped on and the rhymes continued, hypnotically compelling her to just go for it as she had planned. She found herself winding her pelvis in slow sexy circles as the song moved her. She rocked her shoulders and nodded her head in time to the bass line. She looked even hotter with a sexy song playing.

At first she had slathered so much make-up onto herself that she looked like a total street-whore. It was way too much. She knew that immediately. She changed her mind and decided to be more subtle about it. She wiped it all away and started over. In the end she merely touched up her skin and highlighted her eyes and lips, trusting her inherent beauty to sell itself without a lot of artificial assistance. She made kissing faces at herself, admiring her full red lips in the mirror. She winked at herself as well, loving the power of a simple look from her eyes.

Finally, she spritzed on some of her mother's most expensive perfume, here and there, on her neck, her wrists, her cleavage, her tummy. She giggled at the thought of a guy being down there, that close to her privates, but she applied it there anyway. The smell of it was intoxicating. It was oily and musky, with a hint of sweetness that hit you almost as an afterthought. It made her smell like a woman who was ready for sex. It was called Pénétration, and the bottle looked suspiciously phallic to her innocent young eyes. She grinned nervously and rubbed the stuff into her skin. She was ready for sex, she thought. It only seemed appropriate she should smell like it.

"See Jane doing Dick!" the radio blathered on in the background. "Dick uses Knight brand condoms, and Jane LOVES him for it. 'Oh, Dick! You can dub me any day!' So remember, ladies, when you get lucky, have a good Knight!"

Rebecca laughed out loud. The commercial was so cheesy, but so hilarious at the same time. Her and her friends loved that one.

"Oh, Daniel! You can dub me any day!”

Finally, she was all done up and she grinned at herself in the mirror. She was hot! She was proud of herself. She arched her back, thrusting her little B-sized breasts out at the world. She unbuttoned the top three buttons of the shirt she wore and exposed what cleavage she could out of the top of the little black bra. Perhaps she might actually let a boy suck on her luscious little nipples tonight. She felt the burning heat of rebellion churning deep in her belly. She began rubbing her legs together beneath her skirt, feeling the silky smoothness of her naked thighs as she moved. What lucky young man would find himself between those silky smooth thighs tonight? Then she blushed at the warmth and wetness that developed between her legs as she indulged these naughty little thoughts.

She shook off the virginal timidity. If she was gonna make an impression, she had to stop all the damn blushing and trembling every time she thought about actually doing anything serious with a guy. She dug a pack of cigarettes from her bottom drawer. Maybe a smoke would calm her nerves. She’d only ever smoked three cigarettes in her life, too paranoid of getting caught by her mom, but she found she didn’t much care now.

"And now the finishing touch..."

She lit the cigarette and gazed demurely into her own eyes, seeing herself looking suddenly so mature and sophisticated. The smoke trail curled upward toward the ceiling and it seemed to take the last of her anxiety with it. She stood in front of the mirror and practiced making sexy faces at herself. She closed her eyes halfway; she licked her lips. She winked and sucked on the end of her finger seductively, as she'd seen girls do in movies and in magazines. She blew sultry little smoke rings at herself in the mirror and cocked her eyebrow. She stood with her legs slightly apart and her back arched. She examined her body carefully as she moved, correcting gestures and motions that seemed too phoney or contrived. She tossed her hair from one shoulder to another and grinned at the sexiness of it. Then she took a long, slow drag of her cigarette and spoke.

"I'm gonna fuck you tonight, Daniel. I'm gonna let you have your way with me. No. On second thought, I'm gonna have my way with you. Yeah, that's better. I'm gonna ride you until you're in heaven, feeling it all the way up inside me. I'm gonna ride it, ride it, with a swoop and swirl. I'm gonna rock you're fuckin' world! I'm gonna make you come and you'll scream out my name. Fuck me, Daniel! Fuck me! I'm gonna come, Daniel! Oh god, I'm gonna COME!"

She varied her tone and inflection, trying to make herself sound more convincing, but the words still seemed awkward and out-of-place coming from her mouth. She'd never even had an orgasm on her own, never mind having one with a guy. Was it easy to do? The noises she'd heard her mother make when she had men over seemed to indicate as much, but the few times she'd touched herself, she'd only made it itchy and irritated. And what would happen when a boy was actually stuffing himself up inside her tiny little hole? She doubted she would be very convincing with a big fat dick ripping her up inside. Still, it couldn't be all bad, or women everywhere wouldn't be fucking like there's no tomorrow, would they? She would have to wait until the moment arrived and see how she felt then. She crushed out her cigarette, suddenly nervous again, and flicked it into the empty soup can she kept behind her bed.

"I wonder if I'm really ready for this. I wonder if I really got the guts to actually fuck someone tonight."

Her little privates tingled once again, and she nibbled unconsciously at her knuckles. It was now 7:45 p.m. and the group was due to arrive at eight. Becca suddenly remembered there was a coffee cup shattered all over the kitchen counter and floor and she hurried downstairs to sweep it up. She stacked up the dishes, filled the sink and washed them all too, suddenly embarrassed at the state her house was in. She worked fast and within twenty minutes, every dish, every cup, every plate, every knife, fork, and spoon was put away in their places. She wiped down the counters and the kitchen table too, and even swept the floor. Then she flew through the living room as well, throwing out old newspapers, magazines and other clutter she found scattered around, things she’d never noticed before, things she suddenly found disgusting. She even hauled out the vacuum cleaner and gave the carpet a good once over before she was satisfied. By the time she was done, she hardly recognized the place.

“Nice.”

Eight O'clock came and went while she’d busied herself cleaning, but there was no sign of the group. Becca sat in her living room listening to more of her favourite tunes, and trying to quell the nervousness that was slowly bubbling back up inside her. Her resolve wavered once again as she thought about what she was really risking. Could she really go through with it tonight? Was she really brave enough? Shit, what did she have to lose? Just her virginity, just one little thing that held her back from a world of womanhood. Once she lost it, it would be off to the races after that. She could do whatever she wanted, with whomever she wanted and her mother could go fuck herself. It was just a matter of having the guts to take that first step.

8:30 passed, and then 8:40. An entire set of songs went by on the radio and still there was no sign of any of them. Finally at 8:50 she called Shelly.

"What the fuck is going on? Where are you?"

"I can't talk right now. My dad's fuckin’ freaking on me. He found out I was going over to your house to meet some boys and he flipped out. I don't even know if I'll be able to go out tonight."

"Fuck off! Are you serious?"

"Sorry, Becca. I tried my best. My dad's an asshole though."

"Can't you sneak out or something?"

"As if. My dad's got this place wired like a prison. You know him."

"Are Stacy and the boys still coming?"

"You want them to? I was gonna meet them all at the mall and bring them over to your place, but if you want I'll call Stace and tell her to just go on with out me."

"Well I don't want to sit around here by myself!"

"No dad! No, I- Just let me t- Can I-”

Rebecca listened intently, hoping Shelly could talk her way out of trouble somehow and join them.

"Alright! Fine! I gotta go, Becca. I'll call Stace for you."

"Okay."

"Becca," Shelly whispered.

"What?" Rebecca whispered back, though she didn't really need to.

"Fuck 'em once for me, okay?"

Rebecca's privates tingled once again at the blunt sexiness of her girlfriend's request.

"Will do."

Shelly hung up, dropping Rebecca into the cold silence of the room. The nattering radio was no comfort. She needed to talk to someone real. She hated being alone.

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