Dave Friar - Bonnie

"Doesn't matter what she said. She lied. She's jailbait. And I smell grass. And I'll bet you let her have some beer. It's time for her to go home."

All of them – except for still-writhing, still-masturbating Dolores – were looking at me. A few of them glanced past me and I knew Kate had stepped into the light.

One of them, a big hulk almost my size, said, "How do we know – "

"You don't – but I'll be glad to wait for you to call the police and verify her identity."

"He's bluffing," called the skinny girl with the bottomless throat. Kate was at Dolores's side, looking grim.

"Mom…?" Dolores moaned, quite audibly.

All over the enclosure, young people began muttering, "Oh, shit…"

Except for one. The guy with the camcorder had put it down and was approaching me, holding an empty quart bottle of Miller by the neck. I dropped my arm to my side and let the tire iron slide out into my hand. The hulk turned to him and said, "Don't even think about it, you asshole."

Not thinking was apparently the future cinematographer's field of expertise. He stopped, turned and walked away.

Dolores was mostly on her feet. Kate had an arm around her waist and was helping her walk back to the new exit. Dolores was kind of halfsobbing, half-groaning. Jism was running out of her snatch and down her thighs.

"Enjoy your party," I said, "and be more careful next time. Stay off that particular beach and we'll forget it. Deal?"

The hulk nodded. "Fair enough. We didn't mean any harm."

"I know that and I understand. But use your brains after this?"

He quirked a half-smile. "Yeah, a novel experience. Cool."

Dolores was sprawled in the backseat, draining all over the upholstery, while Kate wrapped her in a blanket from cargo area. Ah, well. I climbed in, turned on the engine and lights. I glanced in the rearview. Dolores was sitting pretty much the same way she'd been sitting twenty-four hours before – Was it that short a time? – when she'd put on her little masturbation show for me.

I had us back to the house in ten minutes.

I was very proud of myself. There'd been no trouble, no problems, no violence. A misunderstanding solved peacefully. So why were my knees shaking?

Then we were getting Dolores back into the house. I figured the night's experience would solve my problems with her. Hell, maybe it would sober all of them up a bit.

This kind of deductive logic will win a prize good for one free ride on any element of the NYC Transit Authority…provided you bring a token.

All of us, except Mark, stayed up most of the night with Dolores. I stayed the hell out of the bedroom for obvious reasons. Penny wore out – finally – around two a.m. Irene and Bonita and Kate took turns coming out of the bedroom and sitting with me. I was much too agitated to sleep, though at least my knees had stopped shaking.

A light rain began falling just after four and as sunrise approached, the rain turned into a downpour. Bonnie was sitting with me, drinking coffee. She was staring out the window at the rain, quiet for a long time, before she turned back to face me. She looked as tired as we all felt.

"Mom told me she saw us."

I nodded. What could I say? I was hoping Kate hadn't told her about the silent exchange we'd had while my sapphic lovers dozed.

"She, uh, doesn't mind."

Which meant that at least Kate hadn't told Bonnie her fantasy. "I wonder what your dad would think of it."

"He wouldn't dare say a word." She grinned slightly.

"You seem pretty positive."

"I am. He knows that if he says anything, I'll say something."

"Like?"

"Like maybe I'd tell Mom who I practiced cocksucking on."

I went cold with shock. My mouth opened and closed without emitting sounds.

"Oh, Dan, it wasn't like*that* at all. It wasn't his idea – it was mine." She seemed amused at my expression.

"But – how?"

"When my grandparents decided to move into that retirement village and Mom went to help – "

"But that was a few years ago."

"Seven years ago," she said, matter-of-factly.

"You were*twelve*?"

She nodded absently and did something I'd never seen her do: she reached into her purse, withdrew a cigarette and lit it. I stared.

She waved it. "Every now and then, when I get nervous, I indulge one. Usually throw the damn pack away because it gets stale." She took a drag. "Twelve, right. Well, Mom called the day before and said she was going to stay there another week to help get them settled into their new place. So on Friday night, when Dolores had a sleep-over at her friend's house, I stayed up late. Penny was already sacked for the night. I guess it was about midnight. I heard a noise and got out of bed and went to see what it was."

I remembered Bonnie at twelve. She'd already begun blooming, but not astonishingly. Pretty, vivacious, mischievous and a bit introverted.

"I was wearing that old cotton nightgown with the flowers on it, the one you gave me for my birthday."

That one. She'd modeled it for me and the first time she'd walked in front of the lamp, I'd realized it was the last nightgown I was ever going to buy her. The fabric had turned nearly transparent and there'd been a brief, unforgettable glimpse of an innocently sexy 12-year-old body through it.

"So I found Dad in the living room. He'd been drinking and watching a porno tape and jerking off. I guess he kind of fell asleep before he came, because he was still half-hard. Did you ever hear of that, falling asleep in the middle of jerking off?"

I nodded. "Done it myself, once or twice."

"Well, I'd heard girls talk about guys getting off and one of my friends told me she'd watched her brother jerking off and I'd heard a lot of other stuff – but I'd never seen a real dingus like that, not a grown man's."

"The porno tapes?"

"Boring and ugly. I'd sneaked in and watched them but – " She shrugged. "Dull, dull, dull."

"Uh-huh."

"So, anyhow, I got real close and looked at his thing. It was fascinating and I couldn't not touch it. As soon as I did, it started to get harder and bigger, so I grabbed it." She took another puff. "It got even harder and bigger and started throbbing and was all hot."

"And he was still asleep."

"Or passed out. Anyhow, I started jerking it real careful – I didn't want him to wake up – and some stuff started leaking out of the end. I got some of it on my finger and tasted it. I was curious. It tasted kind of neat and I sort of liked it, mostly because I knew I was doing something really special-dirty. So I leaned closer and licked the end and he shivered a little. I kissed it and then I started to suck on it, very carefully."

"And he was still sleeping."

"He must have been dreaming it was Mom because he started halfmumbling her name and that he'd missed her so much. So I knew I was doing something really nice for him and started really sucking on it and he came in my mouth, a lot, just gobs and gobs. I just kept sucking and swallowing and then I heard him let out a little yell."

"Not sleeping any more."

"Nope, and he was horrified, like he'd done something to me and not the other way around. And then he got pissed off at me and then he got scared and sent me to my room." She stubbed out her cigarette.

"Did you talk about it?"

She smirked. "Sort of."

"Meaning?"

"Well, I really liked sucking him off that first time. I liked the feeling it gave me and I liked having him in my power while I was doing it. I was twelve years old and I liked being able to turn the tables on the grownups just a little. So the next time I wanted to do it, I threatened to tell on him if he didn't let me."

"You blackmailed him into letting you suck him off?"

She nodded and grinned.