Ginger Craft - Overripe

After hugs and kisses and questions and answers, routine set in at the Kramer home. Several days passed, and Julie was left alone during the days. She roamed about the house, feeling depressed and wished she had registered for summer session at college. At least she would have been with others, wouldn't have had this sense of loneliness during the hours her mother was at work and her brother in school.

After three days of pacing about the house, Julie longed for companionship. Not one to go without sex very long, she considered driving somewhere, trying to meet a man. She never had difficulty before.

Slipping into a pair of lacy panties, ignoring a bra as usual, she pulled on a pair of red knee socks, a red miniskirt and a thin, pink summer sweater. She stepped into a pair of black shoes and surveyed herself in the mirror. It reflected a beautiful young girl with creamy thighs beneath the short hem of the skirt, breasts straining at the sweater.

Skipping from the house, she left by the rear door. Her low sports car was sitting there in the warm sun, shining in the driveway before the closed doors of the garage. As she opened the door to get in, she heard a boy's voice call out to her.

"Julie! Hi, Julie!"

She turned and saw Mark Burney, the boy who lived next door and her brother's best friend. He was a kid, the same age as her brother, but a bit taller, with black hair and a thin face.

"Hello, Mark. I haven't seen you in quite some time." She flashed him a bright smile. She noticed that he was standing awkwardly, and remembered all the times he felt ill at ease around her. "Why aren't you in school?"

"Aw, I hurt my toe the other day and Mom wants me to stay home for a while." He grinned shyly, his eyes covertly admiring her exquisite loveliness. "Boy," he said, appearing awed by her. "You sure do look nifty!"

"Why, thank you, Mark," she replied, pleased with his admiration. "Gee… " she said, placing a finger to her chin and cocking her head, regarding the boy intently. "You must have grown a full foot since last summer."

"Yeah," he mumbled, kicking at the grass with the toe of his sneaker. "I'm five eight now. Last time I saw you, you were taller than me by a long way. I'm growing like crazy. If I don't stop soon, I'll be a freak-"

"Or a basketball star," she interrupted him.

"Probably both," he laughed nervously. "Yeah, I've grown all right."

"Well, I wouldn't worry too much about it if I were you."

"Maybe not, but you aren't me. You don't have any worries about being skinny the way I am," he grinned shyly. His eyes moved covertly over her protruding breasts, down to her flat stomach and narrow waist, gently flaring hips, then seemed to linger hotly at her golden, sugary thighs.

"Are you trying to say you like my… shape, Mark?" Julie teased, warming to the game. She flashed him an impish smile.

"Yeah!" he said, blushing a bit. "I guess that's what I'm saying."

"Why, that's a sweet thing to say, Mark," she laughed, pleased, enjoying, as always, the way his eyes gazed openly, but bashfully, at her thighs, her breasts.

She was standing with the door of the car open, one foot lifted to the inside, the other on the paved drive.

"You going someplace?"

"No place, really," she replied, the flutter of an idea growing inside her head. "Just thought I'd drive around a bit. It's such a beautiful day and I've got to get out of that damned house for awhile. No, I'm not going anyplace special."

The boy's eyes brightened, and it seemed as if he had understood the half-formed idea behind her clear eyes. "Mind if I come along, Julie?" he asked, expected to be refused. His eyes held the pleading of a child.

"Why, no. Of course not," she smiled warmly at him. "Come on, climb in."

She settled behind the wheel as he got into the passenger seat. She noticed the way he glanced at her shyly, then a slight blush grew on his smooth cheeks as he looked at her exposed thighs. Her miniskirt was hiked high on the creamy flesh, with only an inch of the hem keeping him from seeing her lacy panties.

But, Julie very well knew, miniskirts had been designed for this purpose. It was the reason she favored them over the newer styles that hung to the knee. The skirt is very short to begin with, and when a girl sits down, it has a tendency to ride higher yet. Yes, she felt, the only purpose of a miniskirt was to enable a girl to expose her thighs, to let men and boys get cheap thrills by looking. But Julie didn't pass out cheap thrills. She passed out the real thing. She received a great deal of pleasure when a boy or man looked longingly at her. Most girls, she knew, were exhibitionistic anyway.

Smiling inwardly because she understood Mark's pleasure, she backed the small car from the drive, turned onto the street, then gunned the engine, racing away with squealing protest of the tires. Julie and the young boy chatted, talking about things of no importance as they left the outskirts of the town.

"This is a neat car, Julie," Mark said, seeing her copper hair fly in the wind, thinking she was the most beautiful girl ever.

"Yes, it is, isn't it. It's a lot of fun to drive." Then she smiled at him quickly. "Would you like to try it out, Mark?"

"Aw, I'm not old enough to drive. I'm not old enough for anything, really," he said in a dispirited voice, caressing the dash before him.

"Not old enough for anything?" she teased the boy, licking her lips and flashing a knowing, lewd wink at him. With the word "anything" she had let her voice drop very softly, meaningfully.

"Well… " he said hesitatingly, understanding her meaning clearly. "I'm old enough for that, I guess."

"But you're not sure?" she teased, giving him a wicked smile now, her white teeth gleaming in the sun.

"Sure I'm sure," he laughed nervously, awkwardly. He was looking down at her creamy thighs again.

"How are you so sure that you're sure, Mark?" she asked him, her voice quite low and throaty.

"Oh, hell, Julie," he said, and the blush became deeper. "I'm not a… not a virgin!" he blurted suddenly.

"You aren't?" she laughed. "Now whatever made you think I was talking about that, of all things?"

"Well, you were, and you were!" he said, almost belligerent with shyness.

"Mmmm, I guess if you aren't a virgin, Mark, at least you are old enough for the most important things in life." She gave him a knowing wink.

"Yeah," he said, the grin reappearing as some of the pink coloring left his cheeks. Then, impulsively, he asked: "Are you a virgin, Julie?"

"What kind of a question is that to ask a girl?" she said, but laughed softly so he would know she wasn't insulted.

"Same kind that you asked me," he replied, becoming bold now.

"Well, I guess you're right. I'll be honest with you, Mark. No, I am definitely not a virgin. In fact, I haven't been a virgin for a long time." Then she decided to keep the teasing act going a. while longer. "Are you thinking about making something out of it?"

"If by making something out of it means… well, make you-you know what I mean-sure, I'd like to!" he said, his eyes back on her thighs again. He had suddenly changed, no longer so shy.

"Hey, young fella," she laughed suggestively at him, "you talk pretty damn big for a boy who's too young for anything."

"I said I wasn't too young for that," his voice lifted a bit. "Just because you're five years older than I am, you don't have to make fun-"

"I'm sorry, Mark," she said. "I was only teasing, not making fun of you. I couldn't resist that. So… you would like to ‘make me', would you?"

His eyes popped wide. "I sure would!" he said. He became quite bold now, his words coming fast. "Why lie about it. I've wanted to lay you for a long time, but you being older and all, and me just a little kid… oh, damn, Julie-you sure are stacked!"