D Abby - The juvenile casting couch

Robin knew who Shirley was. Sean had relayed Pat's concerns about the girls in school and Robin wasn't as tolerant as her husband. She didn't want her son associating with those little sluts. The nerve of them trying to entrap her innocent young son.

Robin thought Shirley was a nice girl and prepared snacks while the kids went into Pat's computer room to work on the computer or play games on it.

Pat turned on the computer thinking they'd play some games. Robin brought them sandwiches and Pat started to explain the game to Shirley. Shirley looked at him as if she didn't hear a word he was saying. That wasn't like Shirley, she usually got what he was saying before he finished a sentence. Then Pat got a real shock.

Shirley shook her head and blushed then looked him straight in the eye.

"Pat, you've been doing the things with my mother that you were supposed to have done with Aunt Mary in that movie, haven't you?"

"Uh, well, even if I were, I wouldn't tell you. It's not right to tell anybody what you're doing with somebody else."

"That's all right, Pat. You don't have to say so. I know what my mother does with odd job boys. I saw her do them with the boys we had before you when I was too young to know what was happening. Sometimes I get home early from ballet. When mom had a boy in her room I would watch through the keyhole. When I saw the boy start to get dressed I sneaked out and come back later after the boy is gone. I came home early that first day you did odd jobs for mom and you were in her room but you don't have to tell me about it."

Pat sat there and looked at Shirley. He didn't know what to say. Shirley was quiet for a while too. She looked at Pat out of the corner of her eye and blushed.

"Uh, Pat?"

"Yeh?"

"I'm sort of scared of those things but I want to know about boys. Would you let me see you and feel you? When I saw that movie I got all wet between my legs. I won't say anything to my mother and I won't come home early from ballet any more, but I want to find out about boys. Uh, I really mean you're the boy I want to find out about. I don't think I would ever do anything with any other boy."

Pat blushed. Shirley wanted to do things with him but she certainly wasn't ready to go very far. Was he ready to take out his prick and let her feel it? It was almost a scary as that first time with her mother.

There were problems, if she handled his prick, he might shoot off. Was Shirley ready for that? He felt about Shirley the same way he felt about Sally in Chicago. She was someone special, he'd never even considered doing things with her.

"Uh, Shirley?"

"Yeh?"

"You know what happened in that scene in the movie?"

"When you meet Aunt Mary? Uh, yeh."

"You know that might happen if I let you feel me?"

"Uh, I hadn't thought of it. I guess so."

"It'll embarrass me if I let you do what you want."

Shirley blushed and kissed his cheek. It was different than the other kisses he'd had lately. He guessed this wouldn't happen if he hadn't been in that movie. He wondered how many more things were going to happen because of it.

"All right Shirley, I'll let you do it if you want, but not here. My mother might come down any time."

Shirley gave him a another light kiss on the cheek and sat and thought for a while.

"Nobody ever comes to the garage behind my house. Can we go there?"

"Uh, I guess so. When?"

"Gee, I'll leave now. Come there in fifteen minutes."

Shirley ran up the stairs. Pat wondered if he should jerk off. If he did, he might not get hard when Shirley felt him. His father had called it the gallant reflex. Shirley might think he didn't like her if he didn't get hard. He waited fifteen minutes and went to the garage.

Shirley was waiting for him. She let him in the door and gave him another little kiss. A bench was pushed up against a wall and they sat down. Shirley looked at Pat and blushed again. Pat blushed right along with her.

This was a lot less than what he'd done with Alice or even Sarah but somehow it was harder. His prick got hard just thinking about it. Shirley was looking at the bulge in his pants.

"Uh, Pat, will you take it out?"

Pat fumbled with his fly but finally got his hard prick out in the open. Shirley stopped blushing. She was too interested in the organ Pat was exposing. She'd sneaked looks in medical books but this was more interesting. The white shaft with the pink head fascinated her. A drop of pre cum seep out of his pisshole and the crotch of her panties got even wetter.

She moved her had toward Pat's prick. She rubbed the drop of pre cum and slid her finger across the head of his prick then rubbed all around the rim. She looked at his face then back down to his crotch which was more interesting at the moment. She wrapped her hand around his prick and stroked it up and down.

Spurt, spurt, spurt, dribble, dribble, dribble; jets of cum arced out of his prick and the rest leaked over Shirley's fist. It felt good to Pat but it made him blush.

"Does it feel good when you do that."

"Uh, I guess about as good as it feels when you use your fingers on yourself."

"I never told you I do that."

"Uh, a book I read said all girls do that just like all boys pull on their thing."

"Oh."

"Uh, Shirley?"

"Yeh?"

"I'll use my fingers on you if you want me to."

"Uh, I do want you to but I'm afraid. Maybe some other time. Do you mind?"

"No, that's all right. I better go home now it's getting close to supper."

Pat extricated his limp prick from Shirley's hand and she gave him another little kiss. Pat wondered why Shirley's pecks felt just as good as french kisses from her mother. He left for home and wondered if they would do this again. He was sure that this wasn't the end of it.

He wasn't going to make Shirley do anything she didn't want to. He wanted to lap her cunt but he wouldn't unless she asked. He'd like to fuck her and have her suck his cock but wouldn't suggest it to her.

That night they had a family conference after dinner. Johnny had called him that afternoon to tell him that he'd arranged with the biggest, most popular, talk show for his first TV appearance. It was a Friday so it wouldn't interfere with school.

Pat wasn't too happy with it but was willing to go along. The movie was being considered for seven Oscars and Johnny said the more publicity the better. Like any adolescent, Pat was competitive. If it took appearances by him to win, he would do it.

The night came, Pat was ushered onto the set and given the chair next to the MC. The MC, as usual when faced with a youngster, had no idea how to proceed. He asked some insipid questions about school. Pat grinned and answered. He was doing very well in school.

The MC asked him about his relations with his schoolmates. Pat said he'd been troubled at first because everybody was paid too much attention to him but he'd just pretended it wasn't happening and then, after a while, it stopped happening and things got back to normal.

When Pat said he had no theatrical background the MC wanted to know how he did so well, he was up for an Oscar for his performance. Pat said he tried to act naturally and Sue Charmin had coached him. The MC felt he had something there and jumped on this. He asked Pat what it was like working for such a famous actress.

"Wow! It was neat."

"Was Sue difficult to get along with on the set?"

"Only if you fouled up."

"How did it feel to have her kiss you?"

"Wow!"

"Oh, you liked that."

"I sure did."

"They say you spent a good deal of time with Sue in her dressing room."

"Yeh, we studied lines together and she coached me on how to act."

"They say that's not all that went on there."

"What do you mean?"

"They say that she taught you other things."