John Kellerman - Tied up virgins

"DO you think he'll say anything?" Jody asked. She was still hot as a firecracker, a little envious that Brit had really gone all the way with a boy. Then the thought occurred to her that a boy could get a girl in lots of trouble. Had Billy squirted any cum in her friend's pussy?

Brit was sitting with her legs crossed, poking a finger at the swollen, raw place where Billy had fucked. Jody couldn't see anything that looked like cum.

"He didn't even get his rocks," Brit said. "Probably too young." She smiled at Jody. Jody thought her eyes looked funny. "Did you see all that, Jody! Wow! I really fucked! I fucked, I fucked, I fucked!" Brit laughed and bounced on the bed. She stopped and narrowed her eyes. "Hey, what happened to your panties."

"I… I took them off," Jody said, blushing.

"You were watching, weren't you?"

Jody shrugged. "A little. You asked me to help, don't you remember?" Unconsciously, Jody hid her bloody finger in her palm… the finger she'd used to tear Brit's cherry. Jody walked to the window. "God, I hope he doesn't tell Jeb. Jeb is kinda crazy, so I hear."

"You wait and see," Brit laughed. "I bet that nut Billy will be hanging around again before long. You just wait and see."

It was Friday morning when Brit's daddy asked her to take the truck to town and pick up a part for the tractor. It had arrived on the Greyhound the afternoon before and he needed it before he could start baling the season's first cutting of alfalfa. Jody was still sleeping when Brit brushed her teeth, brushed her hair and slipped into a worn-out pair of shorts. She added a skimpy bikini top to her ensemble and a pair of sandals. Then she headed to the house.

Her mother wasn't up yet. Brit knew because when she came up the back steps, her father was standing with his arms around Juanita while she tried to cook breakfast at the stove. Brit felt the same mixed-up emotions about watching through the screen. Her dad was feeling the Mexican girl's leg under her short dress. It gave Brit the shivers to watch his fingers caress the brown skin and then push higher.

"Meester Russell… please… I must cook eggs…"

"You lovely bitch… you lovely brown bitch!" he murmured, pushing the black hair away from her neck so he could kiss her there. Juanita smiled and gave a little groan. Then she dropped the spatula and turned, thrusting her hips up against him.

Brit made a noise before she opened the back door. Now her dad was clear across the room, pretending to look at some mail. Brit thought it was funny how Juanita didn't seem to mind her dad this morning after the way he had been kinda mean to the girl the time before. She didn't know anything about grownups.

Juanita avoided Brit's eyes while breakfast was served. Brit ate quick, got her father's keys and got the hell out. She was looking forward to driving to town by herself. She always had liked driving the rattly old pickup. She didn't have a license, but Hillsborough had only two cops and they all knew what went on. As long as you weren't doing something really awful, you could slide. Brit wondered if the local cops would consider what she'd done to Billy Caruthers bad.

She started the truck and wound down their lane to the highway. Then she headed west to town, the vent windows turned in to blow her hair and cool the sweat under her arms. She had to work the pedals on tip-toes and clutch with both hands to the wheel, peering over as best she could. Trucks and cars whizzed by. She felt grown up. And the achy soreness between her thighs thrilled her every time she moved. She really was grown up!

A couple of guys hanging around the depot whistled at her as she horsed the package back to the truck and hefted it in. She gave them a smile and they whistled again. A couple of high-school dropouts who didn't do anything. They'd end up like a lot of old men she'd seen around. They were still standing against the bank building after fifty years. These guys were headed down the same road. Brit decided she wouldn't even let them lick the sweat out from under her armpits. That made her laugh and she giggled all the way out of town.

The gas gauge was bobbing on empty when she came near Jeb Caruthers' garage. She wasn't really far from home, but she knew Daddy liked to keep the tank full so she wheeled into the rutted drive and bounced to a stop by the pumps. Jeb was talking to a couple of good old boys in the garage. He wiped his hands on a rag and sauntered up. Brit thought of Billy then and her heart gave a little jerk when Jeb leaned at the window. But she was pretty darn sure that Billy would've never told anyone about what had happened two nights ago. If she'd suspected he might spill the beans, she never would've come to Jeb's garage for gas.

"Fill her up?" Jeb asked, changing his toothpick to the other side of his mouth.

"Could you put it on Daddy's bill?"

"Sure, Brit." The pump went into the hole and she heard the pump running. When she turned, Jeb was looking hard at her, a hint of a smile on his lips.

"God damn it, girl, you have growed up some since I last saw you."

Brit blushed. She hardly ever blushed. But Jeb had really laid it on her. She finally managed a smile for him and went back to watching the gas needle climb towards full.

"You shouldn't oughta leave the key on," Jeb kidded, winking. "Bad for the points."

"I didn't know that," Brit said, switching it off. "Bad for anybody to have juice running while their motor's off." Jeb winked again. He was looking at the skimpy band that covered her breasts. Brit pumped out her chest, wishing she had more to show off. Jeb stuck the nozzle back in the pump and twisted on her gas cap. At that very moment, Willy Steam rolled into the station in his patrol car. Willy had been a cop around Hillsborough ever since he'd gotten out of high school.

"Hey Will," Jeb called, "you better check this young Jody's license. She looks awful young to me."

Brit squirmed nervously in the seat, pulled at her hair. Will got out of his car and swaggered up. He pushed his hat back and leaned in the truck window.

"Okay, little Jody, let's have it." Jeb broke up then and a couple of guys standing over by the garage started drifting over. Brit reddened. She knew she was being poked fun at, but she had to go along with it. After all, she didn't have a license. She pouted prettily and shrugged.

"I don't have anything to show you."

"She don't have a license," Will cracked to Jeb. "But I guess we could let her off if she showed us something." The two men slapped their thighs and stomped around in the dust.

"I think you oughta interrogate her for a while," Jeb suggested. The two of them nodded. Will opened the truck door and slipped a handcuff over Brit's slender wrist. She sighed and let him lead her to the patrol car. Then Will ran the bunch of good old boys back out of the way. Brit sat in the patrol car, her wrists cuffed together. She thought that the joke had gone a little far, but again, what could she do? The boys were getting a big kick out of her. They were standing by the front of the car whispering and nodding and looking at her from time to time. Then Will came around and leaned in the window.

"Well Brit, I wanted to run you in." Will was trying to keep from smiling. But she knew it was all put on. Will hadn't arrested anybody for driving without a license since he'd started his job.

"Yeah," he drawled, "I was all for letting you rot in jail a little. But Jeb over here defended you. He said that you'd be willing to give us a little security. So's we'd know you'll go straight when we let you go." Will licked his lips. His hair was black and curly and came down the sides of his cheeks in long sideburns.

"Security?" Brit jingled the handcuffs. "I don't have anything… I told you that."