John Kellerman: Tied up virgins

Brit put her chin in her hands. She was wondering what Billy Caruthers looked like without his clothes. She wondered if he had any hair on his cock, like she had on her cunt. She didn't have much. And because it was blonde you could hardly see it.

Wouldn't it be nice to touch Billy's little cock, Brit thought. Yes, it would be. But he's too young, she quickly corrected. Or was he? He was looking in the window at Jody, wasn't he? He must've known what she was doing.

Inside the room, Brit heard the sound of jeans being pulled on. She waited a few minutes more and then made a noise going up the stairs.

"Jody?" she began, smiling mischievously, "I think we should capture Billy Caruthers and make him sleep with us tonight!"

Jody turned to stare, her green eyes wide, her mouth open slightly.

"You gotta be kidding!"

"I've got to get fucked sometime!" Brit said. She noticed the spot of moisture on the bedspread but didn't say anything. "I mean, you've got that… that thing with batteries in it. But me, I don't have anything."

Jody blushed as if she'd realized that Brit knew what she'd just been doing to herself… for the second time that day! Brit smiled to let her know that it was alright.

"That plastic cock must be pretty good," Brit said, "but think of how it must feel to have a real one." She hugged her shoulders and shivered.

"Quit talking like that," Jody scolded. "He's just a… a kid, Brit."

"A girl's got to start somewhere!" she said and watched Jody's face break into a grin.

Jody had thought that Brit was only trying to be funny. Even when her blonde friend had sat on the bed and titillated her with some story she'd made up about her father doing awful things to Juanita, the hired girl. And yet there was something about the way Brit told it that made Jody wonder if maybe part of it really was true. Mr. Russell had taken pretty long looks at her, Jody remembered. But he'd never done anything to make her think he was going to grab her and throw her down behind the barn.

It was getting dark outside. Jody sat on her bed listening to Brit. Already her thoughts were sneaking back to that long, smooth object that had claimed her virginity that very morning. Her body seemed to be swathed in an electric charge. Every move, every rub of her clothing made her suck a breath in and wonder at the new sources of pleasure she'd discovered in herself. It was bad, yes, it was wrong. But it felt so good, her naughty thoughts sneaked in.

"What are you thinking about?" Brit said suddenly.

"Huh?" Jody swallowed, licked her lips and straightened her shoulders. Her nipples burned where they rubbed her tight t-shirt.

"You looked like you were gonna come just sitting there on the bed," Brit teased. She bent a knee up to hug against her body. Her filmy, short dress fell back on her thigh and Jody could see the taut band of silk that hid her blonde friend's pussy. The silk was damp-looking and some of it had hiked up between the plump lips. A single twist of blonde fuzz peeked from the elastic edge. With no indication of self-consciousness, Brit put a finger against the spot and worked the nylon even deeper into her slit.

"He's down at the swimming hole light now," But said.

"Who's down there…"

"Haven't you been listening?" Brit scolded. "Duly. Billy Caruthers. He always goes down there in the evening. He thinks there's a big bass hiding under the tree roots."

"Oh." Jody got up and waked to the window. The light was getting mysterious in the woods. She could see shadows that hadn't been there a few hours before. And the birds that twittered now were night birds. She took a breath and her nipples skidded inside her t-shirt again.

"We could go down there and talk to him, you know…"

"I thought you were just joking," Jody said, turning. "You don't think his brother would stand for anything like that, do you?"

"Jeb?" Brit got up too. Jody could see the slick shine on her friend's forefinger. Brit put the finger to her nose and sniffed curiously, as if it were the first time she'd ever noticed her own musky aroma. It made Jody tickle inside. She looked away, shocked by Brit's matter-of-fact attitude.

Brit leaned in the doorway, her hips cocked. "Jeb Caruthers doesn't pay any attention to where Billy is. I know he doesn't. That kid roams all over hell. He doesn't even sleep in the garage half the time. He's out in the woods in a tree house, or spending the night with a friend. Jeb wouldn't even go looking for him unless he was gone a week."

"And you want to… capture him?"

"Well, we could ask him nice first," Brit laughed. "But if he doesn't want to come with us…" She lifted her thin arms above her head and made claws. "We grab him!"

Jody laughed out loud. The whole thing sounded so preposterous. But she knew that Brit was a preposterous girl. That's why she liked the willowy, wicked blonde. Brit did things that Jody thought about sometimes but wouldn't dare go through with. Capture a young boy. So they could bring him back and play with him! Jody knew that it wouldn't go that far. Brit might tie him up and tickle him, but then she'd let him go. Wouldn't she?

"Well, are you going to help me?" Brit pulled her skirt straight and rubbed her bare toe on the porch rail. The light coming through her clothes outlined her thin legs. Jody shrugged.

"I guess so. It sounds pretty crazy to me."

"Sure it is, that's what makes it fun." Brit bounced down the stairs and headed for the path that led through the woods to the swimming hole. Jody had to hurry to keep up.

They found Billy sitting on a log, his feet dangling in the cool water of the pond. Yes, he was fishing, he replied to Brit's off-handed questions. Jody giggled at how hard her friend was trying to be cool. Sure, he'd go have a Coke with them. Billy seemed completely ignorant of what was churning in Brit's mind. Jody was getting a creepy feeling that Brit really meant to go through with the whole thing. Her hands were sweating as they wound their way back through the woods to the little cabin. Billy walked a few paces before her.

Jody watched the sinewy movement of his bare arms, the flop of his ragged jeans on his thighs. They went back to the cabin.

Brit got the boy a Coke from the refrigerator. He sat on one of the beds, his adam's apple working as he drank half the bottle down before taking a breath.

"Kinda hot tonight," he said, wiping his mouth with his wrist.

"What do you know about sex?" Brit said suddenly, sitting down beside the unsuspecting boy. Jody covered her mouth and turned away. She felt uncomfortable and when she felt uncomfortable, it helped to giggle. But a warm glow spread through her boby at the same time. She was intensely aware of her soft curves, her growing, tender breasts. And she was aware too of the maleness of the skinny, sunbrown boy on the bed. Between his legs there was something a girl didn't have…

"Well?" Brit insisted. "Are you going to answer my question?"

Billy sipped his Coke. "I don't know much," he said low. "Just…" he shrugged his shoulders and fell silent.

"Do you know how it happens? With a boy and a girl?" Brit's voice had a trembly edge to it. Jody found she was breathing rapidly. She sat down on her bed and watched them.

"Yeah, I know that." Billy rubbed the pop bottle with his finger.

"Have you ever seen a girl's… cunt?" The word seemed to hang in the air after Brit had said it. The room was silent except for a tree limb scraping the roof. Billy shook his head. Then he looked to the door.

"I'd better be getting over to the garage…"

"Jeb won't miss you," Brit said, putting her fingers on his wrist. She gave Jody a look. Jody knew that their prey was about to vamoose. But she'd already decided she wasn't going to do anything about it if he bolted.