Kent Collins - First Time For Sister

He wasn't especially proud of it, but it was something anyway… something that might move things along a little faster. He and Sam were going to get Billie drunk.

After her second beer Billie began to feel lots better. Sam, the big man next to her, was awfully funny and the way he talked made her giggle. Hanson tried to make her drink some whiskey from a short glass, but she didn't like the way it tasted. Then he poured it into her beer and it wasn't so bad that way. She was so relaxed that she didn't even mind when Hanson left her to go play something on the jukebox. But while he dropped coins and punched buttons a slender, dark-brown girl curled close up beside him and put a sensuous arm around his waist.

Billie tried to figure out what they were talking about, but couldn't.

"Why don't you finish this beer and I'll order you another one?" Sam told her.

"Huh? Oh, sure…" She gulped, almost choking on the cold, bubbly stuff. Hanson was coming back… but he had the brown girl with him.

"This is Billie-Ann," he told the girl. "Billie, this is Alicia."

Alicia gave Billie a look that made her feel strangely uncomfortable.

"I knew Hanson liked his girls young, but I didn't know he liked 'em white," the black girl said.

Billie felt the booze she'd been drinking… it made her feel reckless. "I'm not really very white-look." And she held out her tanned arm.

This made Alicia smile and gave Hanson a shove. "Where'd you find her?"

"She's my cousin," Hanson said. He sipped his beer and touched Billie lightly on one shoulder. She was glad he was so close. A frown spread slowly across Alicia's face. Then her hands flew out and caught at Billie's dress.

"I bet her tits are white… and her cunt, too!"

Billie felt the girl's fingers tugging at the thin cotton dress.

"Come on, let's see."

Hanson yanked the brown girl around. "I said leave her alone!"

"Sho, Hanson, sho." When Alicia put her head close to Hanson's so she could whisper, Billie pretended to be interested in her beer glass, but she couldn't help overhear the girl's sultry-sounding voice.

"Honey, you just gotta come back in a room with me. I'm burning up for that big cock of yours! You hear me, Hanson?"

"Okay, Alicia," he said, patting her round bottom. "Now, go on. I'll see you in a little bit."

As Alicia slinked back through the crowded tables, Billie watched a man pull the giggling girl onto his lap and she turned away with a shudder.

Alicia Shelton scared her something awful. She'd never known anybody like that in her whole life.

"Thanks for making her leave me alone," Billie said to Hanson.

But he just gave a laugh and drained his beer glass. "Oh, Alicia don't mean no harm. She could be friends with you if it wasn't for me sittin' here."

"What do you mean?" She wrinkled up her nose at him.

"Why, she's just jealous," he laughed.

Sam was laughing at all this, and when Billie looked over at him he shook his head and flashed his big gold tooth "Sho 'nough, Alicia's had a burr in her pants ever since you came in. It's a holy wonder she didn't strip you down for sure right here, just to see what makes you tick."

Hanson started away from her towards the back of the room.

"Wait!" Billie slipped off the Stool and clutched his arm frantically.

"Don't leave me here!"

She saw Hanson flash Sam a grin and then cock his head at her real sassy-like. "I'm going to pee, baby. If you want to come hold it for me, well that's all right, too…"

Billie wiggled back onto the stool and chewed her bottom lip. A full shot glass of whiskey sat before her and without hesitating she put it to her lips and swallowed. Everything was making her so nervous and frightened.

"He'll be back in a little," Sam said. "And don't be bothered, 'cause I ain't gonna let any of these young studs get to messin' with you."

Elsie drifted up and set down two more beers. She gave Sam a stern look. "Now, don't go lettin' this child get drunk, hear?"

The way the big woman said it tickled Billie for some reason and she broke into a long fit of laughing. The room swirled around her and she had to hold onto the edge of the bar to make sure the stool stayed under her bottom. Elsie was staring at her.

"I'm just fine, Mrs. Shelton," she mumbled. Sam's face grinned into hers. He was so close and black and shiny-looking. Something. Something she wanted to talk to Elsie about. Billie hiccuped and tasted bile in the back of her throat.

"Don't be drinking any more," Elsie ordered.

"… have to talk to you…" Billie-Ann closed her eyes but that made it worse.

"What do you want to talk to me about?"

"Baby… how stop a baby…" Something hit Billie hard on the forehead and when she focused her eyes she saw that it was the edge of the bar. She was lying across it.

Elsie's voice came to her through the fog. "Let's get her out of here.

Come on, Sam, give a hand."

Strong hands went under her shoulders and back. Music and laughter rolled around her. They were laughing at her; Billie knew they were… laughing. Then she was in a small room and felt a thin mattress under her back. A door closed and the laughing and music were only a muffled rush of sound now. Billie wondered what had happened to Hanson. A big warm hand touched her thigh and rubbed her there.

"Get yo' hands off, Sam!" Elsie bellowed. "Go on back out now."

The door opened and closed. Billie tried to see, but her eyes wouldn't behave. "Everything's spinning."

Elsie poured water from a pitcher and Billie-Ann felt a cold rag against her forehead. "You was drinking that booze too fast. If I'da knowed you didn't know how, I'da stopped the whole thing." She pushed her face close enough so that Billie could see her wrinkled features.

"Why you come here anyway? What you want from me?"

"I think I'm… pregnant. I gotta know for sure."

A breeze from outside blew into the room and the fresh air made Billie feel a little better. Elsie wrung the rag out once more and came back to put it on her head.

"What makes you think you'se pregnant?"

"A boy I know… We… He…"

"Just one time, I bet," Elsie said.

"Uh-huh," she said, nodding.

"Just one time and you think you'se gonna have triplets." The big woman made a face. "Why, you barely look old enough to be bleedin' much. How old was this boy who humped you?"

The choice of words Elsie used made Billie blush. "He's ten, I think … maybe eleven."

For a long time Elsie Shelton rocked back and forth on the mattress, laughing until the tears rolled down her fat cheeks. Billie still felt woozy, but she was able to see better now and the uneasiness in her guts was gone. Why was Elsie laughing so hard? she wondered. It wasn't funny at all to her.

"Listen, honey," the black woman finally said, "if that little piece of pecker was able to squeeze out a drop or two of jizzum I'd stand up and shout hallelujah for him."

"But he said-"

Elsie took her arm and squeezed it, "Even if he did manage a little it won't amount to nothin'."

"You mean… you mean it won't make a baby in me?" Billie was almost afraid to believe what Mrs. Shelton had told her.

"Shee-it, no!" Elsie took both of Billie's shoulders and studied her face. "You came all the way out here with Hanson to ask me that?"

"I guess… I did."

She felt her face being turned first one way and then the other while the colored woman studied each detail.

"You a mighty pretty little thing," Elsie said. "Ain't got much lips but still awful pretty."

Her daddy had always told her that she had lips like plump berries, but Billie smiled and dipped her head shyly. "Thanks for sayin' so."

"Your monthly started yet?"

"Almost… there was a little on my panties about a month ago."