Unknown - Masturbating Little Girls

He noticed the way her little nipples were clearly defined, even under the white-on-white blouse, and the bra she was wearing. He could tell from looking at her, and watching her act, that she was a total flirt, and was probably only wearing a bra because she had to. He wondered if she was wearing anything under that skirt.

The skirt was more-or-less regulation length, which meant that part of her knees had to be covered, but he could see that her legs were shapely, and he imagined that they retained their shapely texture all the way up to her blonde bush.

Gregg suddenly got very hungry for her. There was a fast record on, and he asked her to dance. He wanted to see some of that machinery she had kick into gear. He wanted to see her shake it for him. He'd be able to tell so much, just from the way she used her body on the dance floor.

The number had already started when they hit the floor, but Jody got right into it. She could sense his eyes on her, and she let her hips do the talking, as well as her breasts, pumping at him, her breasts doing a splendid shimmy which she achieved through a skilled and practiced motion of her shoulders.

Jody knew how to act out her fantasies, and dancing was, to her, a way of inviting someone into her imagination. She was sure he was watching her, imagining what he'd like to do to her. She worked up a sweat quickly, beads of perspiration making her face glisten, making strands of her blonde hair cling to her face, as the bulk of her mane floated about her head and shoulders. Each time she jerked her head, her hair took off in a sea of golden blonde motion, that seemed to excite him.

He was a good dancer also. He kept it simple, but he was precise and sexy. So few boys knew how to really dance, that when a hot number came up on the record player, most of the dance floor consisted of girls dancing with girls.

Well, Gregg knew his steps, and he was laying them down nicely, even though most of his attention was going into watching his partner, as her breasts jutted and shimmied, as her hips rotated.

When she spun around, turning in quick, tight pirouettes, he could make out the balls of her ass distinctly, and, jutting out as her buttocks was, he decided that she had no panties on indeed. That was naked ass under that thin skirt, if his senses could be trusted!

That inspired him, and he really laid some steps down, even doing a half-split and bouncing back up, into a complicated dance step. Some of the others, especially the girls, had stopped dancing, and were just watching the two of them. Jody flushed with pride, as she and Gregg proceeded to hypnotize many of the dancers and onlookers, with their swift, sexy dancing.

Of course, the anti-happiness squad had to be taken into consideration, and after that one quick dance, they had to lay low for awhile, and return to a low profile. It didn't matter. They'd already established some very effective rapport, and Jody knew what was coming her way soon enough.

She didn't want to just have him once, this knew stud who promised every kind of thrill she could conjure, in his eyes. She wanted to have him again, and again, even if that meant she'd have to cater to his wishes, break down a little for him. It would be worth it, she decided, watching him wipe the sweat off of his face with a handkerchief.

He sure was one good looking guy, she thought to herself, loving the way his hair, neatly combed in the beginning of the dance, began to fall all over his forehead, over his ears. By the time the dance was over, he looked like a wild man, and Jody liked the image of a wild man! That, for sure, would be part of her next trip down fantasy lane.

They had some of the punch provided by the management, which was bland, to say the least. Not only was there no booze at all, but there was very little flavor at all.

Earlier in the evening, someone, who remained unidentified, poured some vodka in the punch, and things were moving right along until one of the chaperones got a whiff of what was going on and burned down the action, making them remove the whole bowl, pour it in the toilet, and make a second batch. As if in punishment, the second batch of punch was worse, more bland, than the first.

"This shit's terrible. I wish I had a bottle," Gregg said to Jody.

Jody could tell what kind of a boy he was at once. His symbols were direct and to the point. He was a wise ass, a tough. He was the kind of guy who could hold his own, and did so! That excited her. She knew he'd be more demanding, and maybe even take her over, in a lot of ways, but he excited her, and that was that.

The mischief in his almost black eyes, was sparkling and clear. He gazed across the dance floor, then looked at her, looking bored.

"Baby, we have to blow this place," he said.

"But where can we go."

Gregg smiled. At least it was established that she wanted to leave with him. Now, all he had to do was work out where they'd go. Well, he reasoned, there was always the woods. Yeah, that would do. But then, all the older people associated with both schools had cars, which meant there was a lot full of cars sitting around.

"Wanna hop a car and take a ride? We can find a nice quiet place to make it, and then return. Nobody'd know," he said.

Jody felt her heart jump. He was a wild one. First of all, she hadn't said she was going to make it with him. He'd assumed that. Of course, it was true, but, she was used to holding the cards, or at least having the illusion. Secondly, he wanted to steal a car. Now, that was a bit off the wall!

She looked at him and realized that she'd never known anyone as wild as him before. He wasn't fooling. He was wild! Authority meant nothing to him, and she could see it spelled out clearly on his face. He looked at the adults as though they better leave him alone if they knew what was good for them, and for some strange reason they did.

So he wanted to cop a car?! Well, Jody could see how that could be some real fun! She didn't know what to say. Perhaps the woods were better, and less complicated.

"Let's just go in the woods and get to know each other," she whispered in his ear.

He turned quickly, so that his lips touched hers before she even knew what was happening. It was such a quick sudden kiss, it took her by surprise. She flushed and looked around, wondering if anyone had noticed.

"You shouldn't do that here! You'll get us both in trouble!" she flared.

She was flattered, but his defiance scared her. She didn't want to see their party get busted up before it began. If the wrong eyes fell on them, they were in trouble.

"Fuck trouble!" he said, rather loud.

She looked at him, and she started to laugh. He just sincerely didn't care about their rules and regulations.

Jody felt strange walking towards the exit door with him. She felt differently than she'd ever felt. His defiance gave her strength, and she felt like she was going to be free of the rules and regulations that guided life at Goody's, simply because he, Gregg, would teach her how to operate around them.

Gregg had that look of strength, of pompous determination, always in his face, and it made people respect him, even though he was a mere fifteen.

He already looked like he'd seen more than most people, and could deal with whatever came up.

"We'll have to leave carefully. Let me walk out first, and meet you in fifteen minutes around the rear door."

"I don't know this place in the dark," he protested.

"Alright, listen, to the left of the parking lot is a garden. It'll be empty. Got that?" she said.

He nodded his head. She flushed with pride, that she was directing him.

It filled her with a glow, that he even respected her judgement, her plot.

"You first, Jody!'

He moved to kiss her, but she moved away, her eyes apologizing. She didn't want him to think he didn't want to kiss her. Not at all! She wanted him to know that, they could blow the whole thing, just by rushing it and letting the wrong people see them.