Anonymous: Wet Desires

"Why, in my day a man would have kicked me right in the butt if I had honked for his daughter from the curb," Daddy said.

"Times have changed," Martha said.

She kissed Daddy on the cheek, and gave her Mommy a big hug.

"Toodles," Martha said.

"Have fun," Mommy said.

"Not too much fun," Daddy warned.

"I will, I won't," Martha replied.

Martha was out the door in a flash and in a matter of seconds she was sitting in the front seat of Ryan McCarthy's LTD.

"Nice car," Martha said.

"Thanks," Ryan said.

Martha thought that Ryan was one of the best looking guys in her school. He was on the football team and he was smart. He had a lot of friends, He had everything going for him. She hoped that this date worked out, because she knew that Ryan would make a perfect boyfriend.

"You look great," he said.

"Thanks," she replied.

"New dress?"

"Yup. I went shopping with my mother yesterday," she said.

"Lovely, You sure are hot looking, Martha," he said.

"Gosh, Ryan, I think you are very attractive too," she said, Ryan turned on the car radio. He tuned in his favorite rock and roll station. Work out of Philadelphia.

He turned up the volume as he pulled away from the curb in front of the Maidier home and began to beat out the rhythm of the song on the top of the steering wheel with the tips of his fingers.

"Ryan?"

"Yes?"

"What are we going to do on our date?"

"What do you mean?"

"Are you taking me to the movies or dinner or something like that?"

"I hadn't planned on it. You hungry?"

"Not particularly."

"Good," he said and kept driving. He was heading for the edge of town.

"But… but, you didn't answer my question," she said.

"You really don't know what we are going to do?" Ryan asked.

"I've, gosh, I've never been on a date before."

"I see."

"Does that make a difference to you, Ryan?"

"No, I like playing teacher," the football player said.

"Teacher?"

"Uh huh."

"What are you going to be teaching me, Ryan?" she inquired.

"How to make out, of course," the football player replied.

"Oh."

"Something wrong?"

"No."

"You sound like there is something wrong," he said. He seemed to be able to drive without ever looking away from her, without even glancing at the road, as if he had the local thoroughfares memorized, or as if the car were on automatic pilot or something.

"It's just that, well, I'm not sure what you expect of me. You have to understand, Ryan. I guess this must sound pretty weird to a senior guy and all, but all of this is brand new to me," she said.

"I don't expect anything. I guess you could say I'll take whatever I can get," he said with a laugh.

"Good," she said.

"Why?" he asked.

"Because I don't, uh, I don't, what's the phrase?"

"You don't put out?"

"I guess. I'm a virgin and I want to stay that way."

"Okay." he said, trying to mask his disappointment.

"Don't be gloomy, Ryan," she said.

"I'll try. I guess you caught me. I guess I did have my hopes up, huh?"

"I'll be a fun date, Ryan, I promise. I understand where you are coming from. I know about men and their needs," she said.

"What does that mean, exactly?" he asked quickly.

"It means I won't give you blue balls. Ryan," Martha said.

"Things are looking up," Ryan said, his face breaking into a toothy smile. He beat out the tempo of the rock and roll song on the radio with greater urgency against the top of his steering wheel with his drumming fingertips.

"Where are we going?"

"Sex Hill."

"I've heard of it."

"It's like a lovers lane, I guess, on top of one of those hills south of town, the hill on Stokoe's land."

"I suppose it is aptly named?"

"Yeah, I guess so. I think that as much drinking as fucking goes on up there if you really want to know the truth," Ryan said.

Martha blushed.

"Pardon my French."

"It's okay," she said.

"I hope that you aren't too shocked by all of this, Martha. I know that you are a good girl. I suppose you don't usually even think about this stuff, huh?"

"Don't be so sure. I am actually relieved that we are going up to Sex Hill to make out. I didn't want to spend the whole date worrying about whether or not you were going to kiss me goodnight, if you know what I mean."

"Uh huh. You are going to get kissed all right. You had better watch yourself. I can turn into quite an animal when I get myself worked up," Ryan said.

Ryan looked at the strawberry blonde and he had a hard time believing that she was real.

He could see that calling her diminutive was an understatement. He could tell that the little girl stood only five feet tall, maybe a quarter of an inch taller. He could see that there was no way the girl weighed more than one-hundred pounds.

The truth of the matter was that the little girl had never weighed more than one-hundred pounds in her entire life. Her weight fluctuated between ninety-five and ninety-seven pounds, depending on what time of the month it was. The little girl always put on a couple of pounds just before she had her period because her body tended to retain water.

Her strawberry blonde hair was long and thick and neatly groomed. Her hair was straight and spilled gracefully over her shoulders and down her back. Her hair fell thickly between her rather sharp shoulder blades, and when she was standing up her hair dangled almost all the way down to the top of the crack of her ass.

Her hair was parted in a straight line down the middle of her head. One could see pink scalp through the part in her hair.

The little girl's hair had been cut so that it fell down onto her forehead in long bangs.

Her bangs were so long that they came down almost all the way to her eyebrows so that she appeared to be peering out from under them.

Her skin was milky white. She had a perfect peaches and cream complexion. It was obvious Jo anyone who looked at the little girl that she was one of those lucky teenagers who had never once suffered from a facial blemish.

Her eyebrows and her eyelashes were the same color as the hair on her head. Her eyebrows were neatly plucked so that they were slender and femininely angular.

Her eyelashes were very long. They were so long that they curled up slightly at their tips.

Her eyelashes were so long that they licked lightly at her high cheekbones each and every time she blinked, or winked for that matter.

Her eyes were big and round. Her irises were baby blue. Her eyes were the color of a cloudless summer sky. Her eyes were the color of a freshly-laid pigeon egg.

Martha's eyes twinkled when she was happy and became dull and somber on the rare occasion when she was feeling blue.

Martha's eyes actually changed color depending on what sort of mood she was in. They darkened when she was feeling down in the dumps, changing hue just like the mood rings that were all the rage a few years back.

Martha had a tiny nose, a mere button actually, and it turned up a little at its tip. Most of the boys, including Ryan, thought that Martha's nose looked very cute.

Ryan thought that the sprinkling, of freckles across the bridge of the little girl's nose made it look even cuter than it would have been without them.

Martha always thought that her nostrils were a little on the pinched side, but she was just about the only person in the world who thought so. Mommy agreed. That was about it.

Martha had a small mouth too, but her lips were full and sensuous. The little girl had a pouting mouth.

Her lips always looked a little puffy. She tended to hold her lips puckered and slightly parted at all times.

It had been said, and not incorrectly, that the strawberry blonde was walking through life looking as if she needed to be kissed very badly.