John Kellerman: Teenage sex slave

He walked towards me slowly. "Your mother is going to leave you in my charge while she goes to New York."

"I don't want to…"

"Shut up!" His fingers closed around my wrist. "She wanted me to tell you. She was afraid to tell you herself." He gripped my wrist harder. It was hurting now. "But I'm not afraid of telling you. I'm not afraid of you at all, little girl."

Nat's hand dove suddenly into my hip pocket. I thought he was trying to feel me up again, but he came out with the joint Lorrie Jenkins had given me at school on Friday.

"How did you know?"

"A good lawyer stays on top of things."

"Boy, could I get you in trouble…" My voice broke. He let go of my wrist and walked behind his desk. I watched him put the joint in a drawer and lock it.

"I'll keep this for you a while," he said. His voice was easy. But the front of his pants were still pushed out some. I wondered how it felt for a man. How could he be so cool when I'd just about freaked out there on his red rug?

"I… I…"

"Go on and get out of here. I'll pick you up after school Monday."

"If my mother knew…"

"She doesn't know. And you won't tell her either."

He was right. God, he was so right! And I wasn't even suit why. Then he said something that twisted me all around again.

"You're a very pretty girl, Jerilyn. But you're strangling yourself. And that can make you ugly if you're not careful." He walked over to me. I didn't know what he was going to do. Hit me? Spit in my face? Then he put a hand on the side of my face. It was such a gentle thing.

I turned and ran from the office as fast as my bare feet would carry me.

That night Lorrie Jenkins was to spend the night with me. Mom had agreed a week before even though she didn't like Lorrie and didn't approve of our friendship. But Lorrie was the only girl at school I could even begin to get along with. And this Saturday I had something to tell her, something that would blow her mind!

Mom let us eat and watch television. Probably so she wouldn't have to be polite and make conversation with Lorrie.

Lord knew what was going on. But she didn't care. Lorrie was like that. Her mother was a waitress at a truckstop just out of town. Her father worked… when he felt like it. Lorrie was about my height. Her breasts weren't nearly so developed either, though we were almost exactly the same age. Secretly, I wished my tits looked more like hers. Soft little swells on her chest tipped with pink. Nothing to get the boys excited it seemed. But my big jugs stuck out no matter what I did with them! I hated the looks bays gave me.

When we'd finished eating and want upstairs to my room, I started telling Lorrie what had happened at Nat Blake's office that morning.

Lorrie got a baggie out of her pocket. "Hey, let's smoke some pass. That'll make the story better."

I just stared at her. "You don't believe a word I've said, do you?"

Lorrie smiled. "Oh I'm diggin' it just the same." She rolled a joint.

"It's true, Lorrie! I swear…"

She had the joint going now. She handed it across to me. I pulled a lungful in and held it.

"So Nat got you on the floor, huh?" Lorrie's smile told me she wanted to be entertained. The trouble was, we did this a lot. Made up stories about things. Though my made-up stories never had anything to do with sex.

"Oh forget it."

I'd tell her later. I knew I could think of something that would make my stow ring true.

Lorrie was sitting cross-legged on my bed, her eyes dreamy. "I told Bobby he could come see me tonight."

"Oh, Lorrie, you didn't! Not here!"

"Well, your old lady goes to bed so early and she sleeps clear upstairs and you have this nice room all tucked away in the corner of the house…"

"Your mom won't let him visit any more, huh?" Bobby was a wild guy. I knew that Lorrie's mother was trying to keep her daughter from getting knocked up before she got out of high school.

We smoked the joint and then rambled about this and that. I tried again to tell Lorrie about Nat's hands on my body. And how he'd crushed me down on the floor. Right there in his office. But I never could finish it. And Lorrie wasn't believing me anymore now than she first had.

I got more nervous. I knew that Bobby would be coming over soon. I had a private entrance that opened to our big back yard. If I knew Bobby, he'd climb the wall from the alley and tap on my door.

That's just the way it happened.

Bobby was out of high school, just hanging around. He had long hair and a tattoo of a rattlesnake on his left forearm. Tacky. But Lorrie was nutty about him.

After I'd let him in, we sat on the floor. Bobby rolled a joint from his stash and we got really wasted.

I was looser than I'd thought I'd be. Lorrie and Bobby were trying to curl up a little, but even that didn't bother me too much. I was just riding with everything, trying to figure out why I kept thinking of Nat. He had ordered me around something awful. And yet when I remembered the sound of his voice, I felt a little thrill.

Finally I had to lay down. If I had been alone, or even with Lorrie there, I might have pulled off my jeans and played around with myself. Doing that had been a habit since I'd graduated to junior high. It had been my total experience with sex… and enough to satisfy me. But I'd noticed that lately I'd been doing it more and more.

Lorrie and Bobby were on the floor, whispering. Then I heard the rustle of clothes. It wasn't any of my business. But Lorrie had just taken off her jeans. And now Bobby was too. I squinted at them. Bobby got to his knees to unbutton his shirt. Then they were on the floor again, whispering.

My body tingled. Now I really longed to touch my cunt. But I was more embarrassed about such things than Lorrie was. She didn't mind making out with company around. I'd watched her and Bobby kiss lots of times. Big deal. It didn't wipe me out or anything. Though now I was thinking of Nat again. And how his lips had felt on mine.

"Na… Jerilyn'll hear."

"Aw come on, Lorrie… I'll be cool…"

I counted the seconds as they kissed. It was a wet, noisy one. And when Bobby stopped, he was panting. More rustles. Jesus, I was more excited than I'd ever been. Just listening to a couple of people make out. And I was dying to peek. I felt awful for being so interested.

I couldn't resist it any longer. I pretended to roll over as if I were sleeping. My face was in shadow so neither Lorrie nor Bobby could tell that I was watching them. But I was afraid they might hear my heart pounding!

Lorrie was completely undressed. I'd seen her naked lots, of times, of course. But something about her being with Bobby made it seem so much more… naked.

Bobby was lying beside her, his back to me. They were kissing. Lorrie's hand was on the nape of Bobby's neck. Then he groaned and whispered something and rested on his back on the rug.

That was when I saw his cock!

It was curved! It had a bend to it, a bend to the right. Not like a banana or anything like that. But it was bent all right. And then I was taking in the rest of the details. The way his prick flared out at the tip. The way his cock was white along the shaft, but darker at the head. His prick was bigger than I'd expected… but I didn't have anything in my experience to compare it with.

His prick just looked awful thick and long to be able to fit inside a girl's body! Just the thought made my cunt warm. I was getting slick down there too. My panties were sticking to the plump lips of my cunt and the crack of my ass. I tightened my thighs.

Bobby was whispering to Lorrie again. "No… I don't want to, Bobby," she whispered back.

I could see Lorrie's small breasts easily. And the fluff of blonde curls that made a faint triangle at her crotch. Bobby reached out for the triangle.