Kent Collins - First Time For Sister

"Billie, I really care for you." Hanson's eyes bore into her like coals in his dark face. "I want you to go with me to Elsie Shelton's this Thursday night. Have a little beer. Dance some, maybe."

Billie-Ann looked up at him knowing she couldn't have heard right. No colored boy took a white girl out at night. And especially not to Elsie Shelton's. But a weirder thought than that was making her face go hot and red. In a way, she really wanted to go.

"You know we cain't, Hanson." Billie tried to pull the wet wrinkles out of her dress, but it only showed more of her lithe little body.

"How tall are you anyway?" he asked. "'Bout five-foot-four, I guess."

"You look like a pretty little colt of a girl. Them legs… So nice and…"

"Look, I've got to go…" Billie started around to the other side of the pond. Hanson grabbed her and swung her around. Billie felt his closeness again and realized why she was so lumpy… her tight little cunt ached for more scratching.

"Nobody's gonna know if you go with me over to Elsie's."

"They'd know," she said, not trying to pull away from his grip. She wasn't quite so afraid of him now, but the obvious fact that Hanson could do about anything he pleased with her gave Billie a chill.

"Onliest people that go to Elsie Shelton's is other niggahs," he laughed.

Billie wasn't used to the way he used that word to call his own kind.

It even made her wince sometimes to say it.

"I cain't go… really!" Hanson let her pull away and she walked to the tree where she'd left the books he'd given her. Hanson's footsteps crunched close behind her.

"I want to see you again, Billie. I'll get my pa's pickup Thursday. You wait behind the big elm by the road just down from our place and I'll pick you up at eight."

Billie was filled with emotions she wasn't used to handling. As soon as she had her sandals on, she clasped the paperbacks and started back out through the woods. "Bye, Hanson… thanks for the nice books."

"You be there!" he called after. "You ain't had no fun till you been to Elsie's."

All the way back home Billie felt strange things twisting and tearing inside her. Of course she couldn't possible go with Hanson anywhere. A lot of it was being afraid of going against the rules, but even more than that was her not being able to trust her own emotions. Billie's heart went crazy each time she thought of the way he had clutched her to him in the pond. And yet though Hanson did frighten her, she remembered happily what he'd said to her just before she'd left: "I want to see you again, Billie." That's what he'd said, she thought, smiling. God, a grown man really wanted to see her again!

When Billie got home, her clothes were still wet. She tried to let them dry in the sun before going inside, but finally gave it up and decided she'd try to make it to her room without Nora catching on. Mrs.

Crumpers' car was parked in front and when Billie went up the porch steps she heard the two women talking in the kitchen. Lonnie was sitting quietly by his mother, and his eyes met Billie's for an instant as she crept around the corner and into her room. By the time she'd changed to some dry clothes, Mrs. Crumpers was gone and she could already hear the boy chopping at the stiff weeds in the garden patch out back. It was just like Nora to put him to work on his first afternoon there, Billie thought. And on such a hot day, too.

Billie stretched back on her cot and thought about the dirty pictures Jed had given her, and Hanson Allen… especially the details of what had happened to her at Basset's Pond. She could remember vividly how it had felt to have her warm young mound pushed tight against Hanson's cock. When she thought of that same big thing pressed deep into the soft flesh of her tummy, Billie had to rub a hand over the magic place where his seed had gushed out against her bare skin. Why did growing up have to happen so fast? she wondered. It seemed that most of her life she'd been bored, waiting for… something. And now it was on her all at once. Billie frowned and closed her eyes. There was a lot more to being fourteen than she'd imagined. And every day would find her just a little bit older-a little bit smarter about things. With a sigh, she picked up one of the books Hanson had given her and quickly lost herself in the words.

All through supper that night, Lonnie kept giving Billie-Ann funny, shy little smiles. Billie really didn't mind Lonnie being around. What made her mad was having to share her small room with him.

After supper Billie did the dishes and Lonnie dried. It was half-past eight when Nora went to bed, and Billie decided she'd read some more on the book she'd started. When she was stretched out on her bed, puzzling over a long word, Lonnie came in and started to undress. Nora had fixed him a thin, narrow pallet against one wall, and though it didn't look very comfortable to Billie, the boy didn't seem to mind.

"Hey, B-Billie-Ann," he stammered after taking' off his shirt, "could you close your eyes till I'm under the sheets?"

Billie looked at him, then laughed. "Sure." It tickled her that a tenyear-old didn't want her to see him naked. But when she heard his belt buckle clank as he dropped his pants on the floor, she turned her head mischievously and peeked across at Lonnie. His back was to her, but as he bent down to pull back his sheet, she saw the small white snake drooping from his crotch. It was completely smooth, like a skinny tube.

She recalled that Jed Judson's had a ridge flaring out near the end where it was bigger. Billie frowned and tried to remember more details.

She couldn't be sure about Hanson's cock. Even with it pushed up against her that very afternoon, Billie had never really had the courage to try to get a good look. And the first time, when she'd spied him naked through the bushes, Hanson had been too far away. While Lonnie scrambled to hide himself under the single worn sheet, Billie turned to peek once again. Just before his body was covered she got a good look at the soft little sac hanging underneath, its thin skin outlined with the egg-shaped balls inside. Feeling strangely warm, Billie returned to her book but after half a page or so, she couldn't concentrate on the words.

"How come you sleep naked?" she asked Lonnie in a teasing way.

"You peeked," he said, his voice a little angry. "Oh, don't be mad."

Billie shrugged. "I sleep that way, too." She reached up and turned off the bedlight. Then, satisfied that the room was dark enough, she wriggled out of her pants, panties and T-shirt and pulled the sheet up.

For a while she thought of Hanson wanting her to go with him to Elsie's. There was no way she could let herself do it… even if she did find the courage. Elsie Shelton's was known all over the county, and though the law never stopped the goings-on, the place was notorious. Billie'd heard that white folks were welcome at Elsie's from time to time, but not many. Jed had told her once that white musicians from the city often stopped there, and she remembered his sneering laugh when he said those kind of whites weren't really any different from niggers anyway. Of course, Billie knew she'd be accepted if she went with Hanson, but the idea of walking into a colored bar gave her the shudders.

The problems of even going anywhere with Hanson bothered Billie and she tried to think only of how nice it had been in the woods. She'd never really been hugged by any man before… not even her daddy. Hugging felt awful good. And it must have felt good to Hanson, too… good enough to make that white stuff come out of his cock. Billie rubbed her thighs together and sighed. Maybe Hanson had been pretending that he was putting his cock up inside her body while he moved against her.