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Elliot picked up the kitchen phone, and was immediately punished by the sound of two computers screeching at each other. He quickly hung up, but he knew it was too late.
"Elliot? Did you just try to use the phone?" His sister's voice rang accusingly through the house.
"Yeah - sorry!" He shouted back.
"Damn it!" Sydney answered. "I've been trying to get through to that BBS for ten minutes!"
Elliot killed time with a magazine until Sydney joined him in the kitchen. "Okay, you can use the phone now," she told him, wearing a lopsided frown.
"What's wrong?" He asked. Sydney couldn't be blamed for any emotions she might be feeling lately, but Elliot hadn't seen her this frustrated in quite some time.
"Mom and dad totally screwed me over," she said. He raised an eyebrow, and she continued: "Remember how I arranged a meet-up with the other kids from the Apple Users Group bulletin board? We were all going to meet face to face at Big Surf? Remember how I had it on the calendar for three weeks that I had to be there, today, before 11:00?"
"Yeah...?"
"Well, Mom and Dad dropped me off at 11:25," the teen girl vented.
"Oof," Elliot sympathized. "Were you able to find your friends?"
"How could I?!" She exclaimed. "I didn't know what any of them looked like! I missed the only meeting time, and so I spent two hours at the water park, totally alone! It was horrible!"
"What did Mom and Dad have to say about it when you told them?" Elliot asked.
"That's the worst part!" Sydney said, at this point stomping around with renewed anger. "Mom yelled at me like it was my fault! She said we should have had a backup meeting time planned. What were we supposed to do, wear watches and somehow not get them wet?"
In an instant, the elf-faced teen went from angry to sad. "That's not the worst part of it," she said. "I really like this one guy - Jeremy - even though we've never actually met. I was hoping that maybe I could have my first kiss. You know, since I might die in a couple days."
"You're not going to die," Elliot reflexively told her.
That set off her anger again. "God! Stop it!" She said, stamping her foot. "You know, when you and Mom and Dad feed me these protective lies, it makes me feel like you're not really here for me!" Tears began to well in her eyes. "And I need you!"
Elliot hugged his sister. "Sorry. I won't do it again."
Sydney wiped the tears from her eyes. "What do you know, anyway?"
Elliot sighed. "You know doctors. They won't ever give you a straight answer. Dad says they give it a thirty percent chance of 'major complications during surgery', whatever that means."
Sydney smiled appreciatively at her brother. He'd be going to college soon, but not until the end of the summer. He'd be there to visit her when it was done - either in the hospital or the funeral home.
"It might not be too late...," she told him. "Can you please drive me to Jeremy's house tonight? It has to be tonight. He's got church in the morning, and then his family is going to Sedona. He won't be near his computer so I won't even be able to talk to him again. He lives in Mesa."
Elliot did the travel math in his head. "Um, okay, yeah. I've got someone I've got to see tonight too, and then we'll hit your friend's house. You'll look up his address? Figure out how to get there?"
Sydney nodded.
"Okay. I just need to get in touch with Barry first," Elliot said, reaching for the phone on the kitchen wall. Sydney left him to make his arrangements.
VR
By the time Elliot was ready to go, Sydney had changed clothes. For her possible first kiss, she had chosen a blue floral romper that could easily have been mistaken for a dress, with a thin brown belt.
Their first stop was to pick up Barry - Elliot's best friend. The blue spikes of his short mohawk brushed the car's ceiling when he got into the front seat, and the safety pins on his sleeveless denim jacket snagged the seatbelt. "Hey kid," he said warmly to Sydney before unzipping his vinal cassette travel case and inserting a mixed-tape into the car's stereo.
Video Roundup was packed, as expected on a Saturday night. A pack of a dozen skinheads loitered in the parking lot. The teens split up.
"I'm impressed!" Barry said as he approached the short girl with the spiky black hair and leather jacket playing Moon Patrol. Her blouse had a Fleur-de-Lis print, and an ankh hung from her wine-red choker. "I was sure you'd be under your covers in bed, crying about what you lost."
"As if," Beth replied. "I'm celebrating. Maybe later tonight I'll see about finding a guy who can actually make me come." Beth's friend Christina sniggered.
"Don't even try that lie with me," Barry told her. "I made you come every fucking time, and you loved it."
"Not even," Beth said with an eye-roll. "Maybe one time in ten."
"Even. I suppose you're claiming that you faked all the rest?" Barry asked, a hint of insecurity showing through.
"Yeah. That's how it works," Beth said condescendingly.
"Pff," Barry emoted. He turned away and then immediately back. "I'll bet you a thousand dollars I can make you come," he challenged.
"Like you have a thousand dollars."
"All right then, no money," he said heatedly. "I'll lower myself to fucking you one last time, just to prove you wrong."
Beth surprised him. "Okay - let's see what you've got, stud."
When the coast was clear, Beth smuggled Barry into a stall in the girls' bathroom. Barry dropped his pants and sat on the toilet seat. Beth took her time hanging up her jacket. She scoffed at her first view of Barry's dick since their breakup. She rolled her tights down to her ankles, pushed her panties down, and lifted her skirt before backing up onto Barry's lap and sucking his cock into her cunt.
Their bodies worked together to move his dick inside her pussy - a well-practiced partnership. Soft sounds escaped both their mouths, indifferent to the women coming and going, peeing and washing, in the room just outside the stall.
Barry reached his hands under his ex's shirt. She was braless, like he'd hoped. He knew her large firm tits well: how her nipples lay a little high on her breasts, and tilted upward. After a moment of cupping and squeezing, his fingers zeroed in on her stiff nubs. His fingertips made delicate twists - moves learned from countless trials, designed to make just Beth go wild. She bounced on his cock and moaned like the dead.
"Admit it...," Barry chided.
"You might just...," Beth began breathlessly. "I might. I think. Mmm. Oh, oh fuck. Oh Christ! Yes! Mmm! Mmm! Mmmmmmmm!" There was no doubt in Barry's mind that she came; he could feel the contractions both on his dick, and in her mid-section. She couldn't have possibly faked that.
For just a moment, Barry was happy in his victory, but then Beth stood up. She began to pull up her tights.
"What are you doing?" Barry asked, his wet hard-on throbbing.
She turned to face him as she put her arm through the sleeve of her jacket. "I guess you were right, Barry - you can make me come. You win!" She opened the stall door and left.
"Beth?" Barry said in a panic. "C'mon, you can't leave me like this. Beth please!" He heard the outer door open and close. "Anyone out there willing to help a guy out?"
Barry found Elliot and Sydney at the Donkey Kong Junior machine. She had just gambled by reaching for a piece of fruit and got caught by a snapjaw. "Did you find Catherine?" He asked.
"Yeah," Elliot replied.
"And...?"
"I told her that I liked her - that I regret not asking her out," Elliot explained. "She said that she liked me too."
"Righteous. So where's she going to college?" Barry enthused.
"Princeton," Elliot said with a frown.
"Ah. That is nowhere near Flagstaff," Barry sympathized. "Summer fling?"
Elliot shook his head. "No. On Monday she's leaving to spend the summer with her grandparents in Sacramento." He shrugged. "She invited us to come hang at her place after we drop Syd off at Jeremy's. At least that's something."
Jeremy's House
Sydney left her brother and his friend in the station wagon while she visited with her electronic pen-pal Jeremy for the first time. She would only be allowed to stay twenty minutes, but they were allowed the privacy of his bedroom. Alone with a boy in his bedroom - it seemed so grown-up to the fourteen year old.
There was some awkwardness, but the pair of teens were already friends, after a fashion. Even as she smiled and talked, Sydney's mind was racing for a way to elicit the kiss that she desperately wanted. With five minutes until the parent-imposed deadline, she decided to come right out and explain the situation to him. "Jeremy? Would it be alright if you kissed me? See, the thing is...."
He kissed her before she could finish. They spent the remaining four minutes kissing and holding each other, uncertain about where they could put their hands.
Catherine's House
Elliot was worried about how long it would take to drop Sydney off at home, so they agreed that she would hang out with them as they visited Catherine's house.
"Elliot and I are going to go out back. We'd like privacy please," Catherine told her younger brothers. "Will you please entertain Barry and Sydney?"
Catherine hadn't turned on the patio lights when she led Elliot into the backyard. "Turn around," she instructed him at the foot of the pool. When she allowed him to face her again, she was in the dark swimming pool, naked, having left a pile of clothes next to him.
"Now you," she said. She didn't seem to be offering him the same modesty that she had claimed for herself. In fact, she was just plain staring. He didn't hesitate at all with his shirt and shoes, but his half-hard cock gave him pause: it was either too big or too small for the circumstances, he feared. Still, he wasn't going to let this opportunity go. He kicked off his pants, removed his underwear, and waded in with her.
The two recent graduates laughed and talked about school and classmates while flitting around the shallow end of the pool. Sometimes they would look at the darkened and distorted shapes of each other's bodies under the water's surface.
Finally emboldened by repeated accidental contact between their bodies, Elliot wrapped his arm around Catherine's waist and held her close to him. He kissed her chlorine-flavored lips. She smiled through the kiss and held him in return. His hands moved to her dancer's ass and she giggled approvingly.
Catherine's hand found Elliot's fully erect dick. She squeezed it lightly and stroked back and forth. Her fingers brushed the ridge of his cock-head, creating an almost unbearable intensity. He moaned at first, and then begged. "Can we please go into your bedroom?"
Catherine shook her head. "No - this is all there is for now." She nuzzled his neck and kissed him there. "A nice memory to take to college." She stared at his face and stroked faster. His gaze was unfocused, toward the stars. "Maybe we can meet for winter break. Even if we're seeing people, it would be nice to meet for dinner."
Elliot groaned while Catherine continued her expert hand work on his cock. He tried to hold it back - he didn't want the moment to end - but it was inevitable: he came, shooting bursts of thick come swirling into the pool water. He groaned. Catherine slowed her strokes until finally her hand left his cock.
Elliot reached toward her groin, but Catherine stopped him. "I'd really like to make you come," he told her, begging her with his eyes.
She shook her head. "I'll go get some towels."
Catherine's brothers had MTV playing, but they weren't paying much attention. The older one was drawing hellscapes in colored pencil, while the younger one read from the Advanced D&D Dungeon Master's Guide.
"Hey, do you guys get the Playboy channel?" Barry asked after a few minutes of being ignored. He still had the hard-on Beth had left him with.
Receiving no answer, he fiddled with the cable remote. The audio came through fine - full of moans and grunts, and two women telling a man what to do to them. He flipped the channel back and forth, each time catching a brief glimpse of three naked bodies on a bed tonguing each other before the picture re-scrambled. Ultimately, he found the experience more frustrating than arousing, and switched back to MTV.
"Hey - you want to see something good?" The older brother asked. He pulled a four inch photo print from the back half of his sketch book.
Barry approached and looked at the photo. It was a naked blonde woman with a stunning figure and gorgeous face, lying on her back on a bed with her feet up in the air. The picture was taken from directly above her, and her whole cunt was on display, opened up like a flower in bloom. "Damn...," Barry exclaimed.
The younger brother joined the other boys at the table. "Bitchin!" He say with awe.
Sydney took an interest and walked up the the table, but the boys blocked her with their bodies. "I wanna see!"
"You don't want to see this, Syd," Barry told her protectively. Sydney scowled.
"It's like if Paulina Porizkova did a shoot for Hustler!" The younger brother proclaimed.
Sydney wiggled her way between the wall of boys, inadvertently bumping against two erections in the process. Sydney had never seen pictures like this before. She and her friend Judy had once snuck a look at a Playboy swiped from Judy's step-father, but this was a degree of lewd she hadn't known even existed.
"That's my cousin!" Sydney exclaimed.
"No way!" Said the older brother. "Can I meet her?"
Sydney ignored his audacity. "You have to give me that picture," she said. "It would destroy her to know that a stranger had a picture of her like that."
"No way! This thing's mondo valuable!" The older brother argued.
"Please!"
He looked at her indignantly. "What will you give me?"
"I...," she stammered, trying to think of something valuable that was hers to offer.
"Show us your tits!" The younger brother offered.
The older brother shook his head. "No - full nudity," he said. "You do a strip dance for us, and I'll give you the picture."
Sydney's mouth kept changing shapes as if she were going to speak, but no sound came out. Her eyes remained wide with astonishment the whole time. She kept glancing at the photo in his hand.
The older brother pressed the attack. "Four minutes of us seeing you naked, or a lifetime of her."
Sydney didn't know how to respond. "I...," she began. "I've got a scar," she finally said, touching her hand to the center of her chest. She looked to Barry for help, but he just shrugged.
"Hang on a sec," the older brother said, disappearing into the kitchen. He came back with a fancy-looking liquor bottle and a shot glass. "Have a shot of this while you decide."
Sydney smelled the liquid after the older brother handed her a full shot glass. It smelled like licorice and cough syrup. Her parents had often said that liquor was good for calming their nerves and giving them confidence. Sydney figured both of those would be useful. She steeled her courage and poured the whole thing into her mouth, swallowing as quickly as she could while her body was overwhelmed by spices and a burning light-headed sensation.
"I bet you're a really good dancer," the younger brother told her, trying to break her loose from her indecision.
"I take off my clothes and then you give me the picture?" She asked for clarification.
"Yeah. But you have to dance, and you have to be totally naked for at least half the song," the older brother told her.
Sydney glanced at the empty shot glass. She was feeling fuzzy and warm, and not entirely normal, but she wasn't sure that she was calm or brave enough yet to make the bargain. The older brother noticed, and poured her another two ounces, which she drank.
"I know the song...," the younger brother announced, and he queued up a VHS tape. When Sydney took position in the center of the room, he hit play.
From the first few drum beats and synth notes, Sydney recognized the ubiquitous Madonna song without even looking at the TV. She swayed through the first few bars, uneasy on her feet from the alcohol. By the time Madonna came to the first chorus and sang "Like a virgin," Sydney was working her hips to the beat, running her fingers through her short hair, and twirling with an unknown confidence.
The first two buttons on her romper came undone while Madonna sung, "Gonna give you all my love, boy." The other buttons followed and she slipped her arms free, but the jumpsuit remained cinched at her waist by her belt. All three boys were staring eagerly at her bra-covered chest, and none of them seemed put off by the nine inch scar down the middle of her chest from her previous heart surgery.
Try as she might, Sydney couldn't think of a sexy way to take off the rest of her outer garment, so after releasing her belt she just bent down and stepped out. The boys cheered at seeing her polka-dot panties, and then more as she began to dance more ambitiously. Hints of genuine enjoyment leaked into her smile.
At first she reached behind her back to unhook her bra herself, but on second thought, she backed up to Barry, wiggling her hips and shoulders, and pointed at the fastener. He did as she had implied and unhooked her, sneaking a quick squeeze of her butt while he had the chance. Her brother's friend had just touched her butt! She rewarded him with a close-up view of her breathtakingly cute breasts when she let her bra fall free.
The tan lines on her chest were pronounced - the result of a summer already spent largely pool-side. The paleness of her youthful breasts, like the song to which she was dancing, suggested unspoiled treasures waiting to be claimed. She moved around to each of the boys, jiggling in front of them and looking at the bulges in their pants. Without even thinking about it she licked her lips.
When her panties dropped the boys were treated her next unexplored treasure: a tight little clamshell, unobscured by a single hair. Here, too, her tan marked clear boundaries between the public and private parts of her body.
"She's got no hair!" The younger brother blurted out.
Sydney turned beat-red and stopped dancing for a few beats.
"It's okay - you're beautiful," Barry reassured her.
She began dancing again. "It's just that...," she began while gyrating in a circle, "Judy told me her stepdad was really mean about a girl at a beach who had hairs sticking through her suit. I wanted everything to be perfect for my Big Surf trip, and Judy said, better safe than sorry. But nobody was supposed to see it."
"I think it's hot," the older brother said.
"French women sometimes shave bare like that," Barry told her. "It's pretty kinky," he added, with a wink. Sydney blushed again, but this time with a smile.
Sydney spent the rest of the song trying and failing to do a cartwheel - something that ordinarily would have been easy for her, but was beyond her skills while intoxicated. The boys didn't mind - watching her roll around in a variety of unnatural positions inspired their imaginations, and made their dicks throb with desire.
"Well done. You've got guts," the older brother said at the end of the song, handing Sydney the lewd photo of her cousin. "I'm going to miss that picture."
Sydney smiled awkwardly and quickly gathered her things before dashing to the bathroom to get dressed again. Once she was done, she asked if she could use the household phone.
Elliot immediately recognized his sister's intoxication from the way she was speaking on the phone. Barry reluctantly filled him in on what he'd missed. Elliot chewed his friend out for not taking better care of his sister, and Catherine chastised her brothers for taking advantage of her.
"Come on - let's get you home," Elliot commanded once Sydney was done with the phone.
"No, we have to go pick up Candace," Sydney insisted.
"Why do we need Candace?" Elliot argued. "We need to get you home and in bed, and pray that Mom and Dad don't see you like this."
Sydney thrust the photo Elliot's face. Despite the fact that the body in the picture was his cousin's, and despite the fact that he had come just moments before, Elliot felt a stirring in his cock. "There are more pictures like this!" Sydney explained. "She needs to track them down and get them back, before they spread beyond her reach. You know she can't drive. She needs us."
"Okay okay," he said. "I'll drop you off at home and then pick her up."
"There's no time for that!" Sydney stomped. "Her ex-boyfriend gets off work soon, and then there's no telling where he'll be!"
Elliot shook his head. "Fuck. Fine."
Zia
When Candace joined them in the car, Barry had trouble believing she was the girl from the photo. Her face was just as pretty, her body was shapely; but this Candace was a preppy, not a nasty girl. She was practically wearing the uniform: a light blue Izod shirt and plaid skirt, a fuchsia sweater on her back tied loosely around her neck, dock shoes with no socks. She even had a headband that matched her sweater holding back her long blonde hair.
"I hate driving in Tempe," Elliot complained to nobody in particular. "The lanes are too narrow."
Soon they arrived at Zia Records. Candace's ex welcomed them with a big smile from behind the counter. There was a respectable-sized crowd at the record store, but at the time, everyone was browsing and nobody needed a cashier.
"What the fuck did you do, Gus?" Candace spit.
"Hey Candace! What are you talking about?" Gus asked with a mocking smile.
Candace lowered her voice. "I'm talking about the pictures, you piece of shit!"
"Oh, yeah, those," he said. "I figured that since we're no longer dating, I wasn't under an obligation to keep them secret any more."
"You dick!" Candace spit, before lowering her voice again. "You're going to give me every one of those pictures, and the negatives, right now!"
"I can't," Gus said, turning his palms to the sky. "I gave them all away, and the negatives were destroyed. I left them in the car in the sun. They blistered. The only one I have left is this one," he said, patting the chest pocket of his bowling shirt. "It's the one I call 'Aftermath' - reminds me of my good work."
"Give me that picture, and tell me everyone you gave them out to, and where to find them," Candace insisted.
"What's in it for me?" Gus asked.
Elliot took a half step forward. "How about we don't waste you?"
"In front of all these witnesses?" Gus gestured at the store.
"We'll take our chances," Barry added.
Candace held up her hand. "I want this over. What do you want, Gus?"
"I have been missing your blowjobs...," he suggested.
"Fine." Candace agreed. "Give me the picture and the info, and tomorrow I'll come to your place and suck you off."
"Eh..., now would be better," he bartered.
"Fine! You've got a back room or something?" Candace frustratedly.
"Here and now," he said, pointing straight down.
"You can't trust this prick," Elliot protested.
Gus handed Sydney the photo from his pocket. "Here," he said. "A gesture of good faith." Sydney glanced at the photo before putting it in her pocket with the other one. This one looked similar: taken from above, with naked Candace lying on her back with her feet in the air. The only difference was that, in this one, glistening white come was pooled at the bottom of her pussy and dripping onto the sheets.
Candace turned to her companions. "Guys, just, give me two minutes. It won't take longer than that."
She made her way behind the counter and got down on her knees. Sydney stayed, as if to protect her cousin, but Elliot dragged her off to the movie soundtrack section.
"I tried to sell them, you know," Gus said while Candace opened his pants and drew out his cock. "To a magazine or something? Nobody would take them." Candace began to work her tongue around his cock-head. She reached one hand into his underwear to fondle his balls. "They were too filthy. Even convenience store skin mags have their standards." She bit his tip, just a little, to make her displeasure known.
Gus put a hand on the back of her head, as if to guide her. She bobbed back and forth, brushing his sensitive glans with her peach lips. His balls tightened and his cock twitched every few strokes but he remained silent.
The bell on the store's door rang and Candace heard a customer addressing Gus. "I'm looking for a song. It's from the movie Valley Girl? It's the one that goes, 'I'll stop...'"
Gus cut him off with a condescending tone. "Modern English. Imports."
Gus thrust his hips once, making Candace gag. She tugged on his balls enough to make him jump in retaliation.
Candace knew how to get her ex off - she knew how ready he was to come - so she began jerking his shaft with her hand. Her tongue swirled saliva all over his first two inches, and she slurped intermittently.
"I'll be with you in just a minute," Gus' wavering voice said.
Candace heard steps behind her and then a female voice said, "I can take you over here." From where the woman was standing, it would have been impossible for her not to have seen Candace. Candace wondered what sort of arrangement the two record store employees had in place.
Candace began humming, and Gus' climax became an irresistible force. Two pulses delivered a modest load into her mouth; the rest were dry. He must have jerked off before work, she reasoned, as she sucked up the excess saliva.
She stood up, wiping the corner of her mouth. "Who has the other pictures?"
They had almost driven out of the parking lot. "Wait!" Barry said. "Which one's his car?"
The blue station wagon prowled the parking lot until they found Gus' white Chevy Camaro. Barry pulled Elliot's Maglite out from under the passenger seat and hopped out of the wagon. He swung the aluminum-encased six D-cell flashlight to get the feel for it before shining it inside the muscle car. A paper envelope from a photo-processing store was sitting in the passenger seat. The bright yellow paper had definitely not been bleached by the sun. He made a circular gesture with his hand to Elliot.
Elliot pointed the station wagon toward the exit. Barry looked left and right, and then he swung the flashlight through the Camaro's passenger's window. He snatched the photo packet, and, for good measure, grabbed the radar detector attached by suction cup to the windshield. He jumped in the station wagon to escape with the others, queuing up Dancing with Myself as their getaway song.
The photos from the car had nothing to do with Candace. She dropped them out the window a few traffic lights away. The negatives did include her lewd poses. She burned the strips one by one in the car's ashtray.
ASU
Arizona State University was their first stop. They found a place to park and walked to the Pi Kappa Alpha house. A recent initiate named John possessed the picture Gus had titled "Warmup", and was expected to be at the party tonight.
Candace's companions split up, each of the eighteen year olds mistakenly assuming that somebody else would be keeping an eye on the drunk almost-ninth-grader.
She wasn't alone for long. Jessie's Girl began to play on the stereo, and Sydney allowed her body to move to the beat. She closed her eyes for a moment; when she opened them again, a blond boy with glasses was standing in front of her.
"So how's your night going, cutie?" The blond boy asked her.
"Pretty well," Sydney said bashfully. "I got drunk for the first time! And I had my first kiss. Oh, and I danced naked for some boys I just met." She beamed with the delight at revealing her secret naughty side that she hadn't known existed.
"Righteous. Are you always this wild?" The boy asked. Just then, two more party-goers joined them. The long haired one gave the blond boy a high-five. The black one looked Sydney over with a cool eye.
"No!" Sydney answered, touching the blond boy playfully. "It just happened. Well, some of it just happened. I did the first kiss on purpose because I'm going in for surgery next week, and I might die."
"What, for real?" The black guy asked.
A pretty girl in a tube top flitted by carrying a tray full of plastic cups filled with beer. Each of the boys took one, and they gave one to Sydney.
"Uh-huh!" Sydney said, and then took a swallow from her cup. "They need to fix a valve in my heart. It's normally not that hard of an operation, but I'm allergic to the anesthetic they normally use, so that makes it riskier. They tried to fix it once before." She took another drink. She added, "Wanna see my scar?"
Without waiting, she handed her beer to the blond boy and undid her first two buttons, revealing the tops of her pretty young breasts, and the scar that ran between them.
"Whoa," the blond boy said. "No wonder you're living it up tonight."
The black boy considered: "Fuck. If I had that shit going on, I'd be doing lines every hour and fucking everything on two legs."
Sydney blushed. "Well I don't know where I'd find a guy who would want to do it with me," she said with sincere naivete.
"You're kidding, right?" The long haired boy said.
Sydney suddenly understood the looks the boys were giving her - the meaning of their attention. She suddenly realized that she had options to do things - things that she thought might never happen in her life. She looked them over, wondering if she was brave enough to take them up on their implied offer. She wondered which one she wanted most.
"Absolutely anything you want," the blond boy said, "all you have to do is give the word. We can't let you go to the hospital regretting what you missed out on." The others nodded.
"Really?" She asked. She sipped shyly at first, and then gulped the rest of her beer.
"Name it," the black boy said.
Sydney looked between the three of them. They were all lovely - any of them would be a dream to lose her virginity to. "I don't think I can choose," she said.
The long haired boy shrugged. "I'm down with that. Brothers?" The others nodded. Sydney's eyes bugged out at the realization of what had been suggested.
"Just one thing," the blond boy asked. "How old are you?"
"Eighteen?" Sydney answered.
"All right!"
The three boys carried her, laughing as if she were riding a rollercoaster, into a bedroom. They set her down across a single bed, so her head and her legs draped off opposite sides. The black boy knelt, cradled her head, and invaded her mouth with his tongue. The blond one unbuttoned her romper and touched her chest. The long-haired boy knelt between her legs and caressed her thighs.
Shortly, they took a break to relieve her of all clothes except her panties. She moaned and squirmed at the pleasure of being touched, almost all over. She had lips on her nipples and hands grabbing the meat of her boobs. Fingertips teased at the edges of her underwear, and hot humid breath swept across her thighs. All the while, an experienced mouth taught her how much there was to know about kissing.
She pulled away from her kiss. "Can I touch your thing?" She asked the boy whose face was in front of her.
The black boy stood and removed his shorts and underwear. His hard cock was staring her in the face. She grabbed it, squeezing and tugging, experimenting with her new toy. "I like the way it feels," she said. "It's heavy!"
Sydney licked the tip of the waiting cock, and then sucked the tip into her mouth. Its owner sighed with appreciation.
At the same time, the long-haired boy wiggled her panties off of her legs and touched her damp pussy. "Hey! You guys ever seen a hymen?"
The black guy stayed right where he was, with his dick inside the eager novice cock-sucker's mouth. The blond boy moved around to the side of the bed excitedly, while the other spread her lips apart. "Whoa," the blond boy said.
"Ohmigod! This is so embarrassing!" Sydney laughed. "I don't really know what I'm doing," she admitted.
"Yeah you do," the black boy told her, and guided her mouth back to his rod. She had an instinct for sucking just right, and without conscious thought, her hand began stroking his shaft.
"It's okay. I haven't gone all the way yet either," the blond boy confessed.
The long-haired boy stood up and stepped back. "Then you should go first."
"Lick her first," the black boy advised. The other two gave him confused looks. "Make her come before putting it in. It'll hurt less that way."
The blond boy set his glasses aside and pressed his tongue to Sydney's pussy. He didn't know what to do, at first, but his slow exploratory slobbering felt wonderful. The other boy joined her on the bed and massaged her boobs in a calm rolling pattern.
The black boy groaned. "I'm getting ready to come. You want me to pull out?" He asked her.
"I don't know," Sydney said. "Will that make me a skank?"
"Nah! Totally up to you," the black boy said. "Some girls are grossed out by it. Others are cool with it. No judgments."
"Swallowing is usually the least messy choice," the blond boy added helpfully. "I mean, if you're worried about your hair or whatever."
"And coming in a girl's mouth feels amazing!" The long-haired boy pitched in.
Sydney accepted their counsel, smiled at the boy in front of her, and exaggerated the neck movements that she had discovered he liked best. Seconds later he groaned, and then again. "Here it comes," he warned her.
Spurts of semen shot straight back into Sydney's mouth. It pooled too far back on her tongue to taste, but she felt the texture and was reminded of raw eggs. She gagged just a little at that thought, and a tiny bit escaped her lips and fell on the floor. She swallowed the rest without hesitation.
The black guy moved around the bed to watch his fraternity brother work on Sydney's snatch. "Why are you ignoring her clit?" He asked rhetorically. "A little higher," he advised.
Soon Sydney was wiggling around from the intense pleasure of her college lover's newly calibrated tongue. She squealed and gripped the sheets as she began the strongest climax of her life.
Thirty seconds later her body finally calmed down, leaving her panting and wide-eyed.
"You ready for the real thing?" The black boy asked. Sydney nodded enthusiastically.
The blond boy stood and tried to figure out how to lower himself to the right position. Instead, the black boy shoved two pillows under Sydney's butt.
The blond boy wetted his prick and then slowly pushed his way in. He felt the resistance of her maidenhead. He tried to overcome it by gradually increasing pressure, but ultimately had to perform a thrust to break through.
Sydney was unfazed: she'd had blood draws more painful than that. "Ohmigod! We're fucking!" She observed with a grin.
The boy inside her began to move, faster, deeper, harder. Pretty soon they were bunny-fucking, both panting and moaning, both on the edge of climax. She hugged her knees to her chest and tightened to prepare for that amazing feeling again.
"I'm about to come!" She shared.
"Me too!" The boy between her legs said.
"Do it with me!" She commanded.
"Really?"
"Yes! Ye... ye... EEEEEeeeee! Oh yes! Oh god! Oh!" She screamed.
The blond boy couldn't hold back any more. His stroked turned slow, and powerful enough to shake the bed while he emptied his seed into her. Her quivering pussy received every glob as his pulsating cock delivered more and more.
Finally he pulled out, spent. His dick was wet with blood, semen, and pussy secretions.
"You good for more?" The long-haired boy asked.
"I think so!" Sydney replied.
He lay on the bed face-up and motioned for her to climb on. The first guy's come dripped down her new lover's cock while she tried to position herself above him. She smiled with pride once he was all the way inside her.
"Jesus look at those tits!" Her partner said while she bounced on his cock. "And that tiny waist. I bet you were a cheerleader in high school!"
"Ummm....," Sydney answered. She wanted to explain that she hadn't started high school yet, but she worried that they might insist on stopping if they learned her true age.
She was saved from answering when the black boy walked beside her, grabbed her right tit, and kissed her hard.
She fucked with endurance, climbing the ladder toward another erotic release more slowly than before. The blond boy touched her thighs and fingered the stubble on her naked pubic mound.
Suddenly the boy beneath her sat upright and held her to his chest, forcing the others to back away. He lifted her with his entire upper body, enhancing her motion. He thrust her down hard on his dick over and over. Her lover grunted while her cunt squeezed and rubbed his cock. He began to ejaculate, and she felt it inside her.
She was so close, but her partner had lost his energy. Instinct kicked in and she ground her hips, rubbing her clit against his pubic bone. She felt him coming inside her and she thrust her pelvis hard against his, and then she came, feeling better than human for a brief moment.
Sydney smiled, first at the long-haired boy on whom she was sitting, and then the other two. And then she saw the clock beside the bed. "Oh shit!" She exclaimed, and hurriedly got dressed.
"Fuck, Syd, where have you been?!" Elliot confronted her when she found him.
"Sorry! I got carried away!" She answered cryptically.
Candace and Barry joined them. Candace looked unhappy. Something looked different about her chest, too: her boobs were a tiny bit lower, and her nipples were making little bumps in her shirt.
"What happened?" Elliot asked.
Candace frowned. "Fucker was about to give me the photo, but then his little bitch decided to play games. She made me give her my bra and panties. Brand new fucking bra!"
Barry stared at her skirt. "So you're...," he began.
"Yeah!" Candace snapped back.
Candace handed the photo to Sydney. "Can you hang on to this with the others? You're probably the most responsible of all of us."
Sydney grabbed another cup of beer on their way out, and she snuck a look at the photo. In it, Candace was naked on her hands and knees. The picture was shot from behind and to the side. There was a man's hand behind her with two fingers inserted into her pussy. She was winking at the camera.
Circle-K
"I'm not feeling so great," Sydney said once the station wagon began to move.
Candace took the half-empty beer cup from her. "First, no more of this," she said. To Elliot she said, "We should get her some water and aspirin."
"We'll stop at a Circle-K," he replied. "I need to make a phone call anyway."
"Me too," Candace agreed.
"How they hanging?" Barry was pouring himself a slushie when a familiar voice tormented him. "Did they burst, or did you pay some toothless hobo to finish you off?"
He turned to face his ex. "You are one cruel bitch, Beth."
"What?" She said innocently. "You wanted a chance to prove you could make me come, and you did." She smiled viciously at him. "We both got what we wanted."
With alarming speed, Barry stepped in close and wrapped an arm around the tiny woman. His face hung above hers, mere inches away. "How about we try again, and this time we both get what we really want?"
She let him hold her there for a moment, smiling to let him know that she was in charge. Then she slipped away to a less intimate distance. "I don't think that's possible," she told him. "Look at you! You're so wound-up, you wouldn't last three strokes. I don't see what's in it for me."
"Come on, Beth, you know me better than that," he said, pausing to suck frozen coke from his straw.
"I know you better than you know yourself," she told him. "There is absolutely no way you could last long enough to make me come again."
"Watch me," he responded defiantly.
Beth threw her hands in the air. "All right - I'm feeling generous. I'll give you this one chance. Don't make a fool of yourself, okay?"
A moment later they had locked the bathroom door. He rushed to help her out of her jacket and then pulled up her shirt and began feasting on her breasts. She smiled and enjoyed the only mouth that had ever really understood her nipples.
He had to bend to suck her tits, so his groin was out of her hands' reach, but one foot managed to escape its boot and tease his crotch. His hard cock and lumpy balls shifted under her foot's playful caress.
Barry abandoned Beth's chest and dropped his pants and underwear. Beth took hold of his cock testing it. The shaft was sticky but there was fluid around the head, previously trapped by his foreskin. Beth ran her finger around his sensitive ridge making him shiver, and then sucked on her fingertip. "That's not pussy. That's pre-come," she declared. "Have you been hot 'n bothered over me this whole time?" She asked sweetly.
"Maybe when we're done I'll tell you about the things I've seen tonight," he told her.
Assertively he spun her around and pulled down her tights. After testing the wetness of her panties, he pulled them down, too.
"Oh!" Beth said playfully.
He took her from behind, half-bent with her hands on the wall. He thrust his cock into her with determination, vigor. She grunted as she received each one.
"You'll never have a better fuck than me," he told her.
"Maybe," Beth admitted. "Too bad everything else about you is heinous."
The pressure and ache that Barry had been feeling most of the night faded. He would be coming soon. He would have relief. It was always right with Beth - even when they fought, even when they told each other they hated each other, their chemistry was fantastic. His dick was exactly where it belonged on a Saturday night, and despite her posturing, she felt it too.
Barry groaned louder and fucked with a little more intensity. Beth smiled. She took one hand from the wall and reached between her legs. She rubbed her hard swollen clit in circles in time with the pussy-pounding he was giving her. She began to moan as her excitement rose.
"Oh no - don't you dare!" Barry told her. She turned her head enough to smile wickedly at him. He grabbed her hips roughly and thrust his cock deeper and harder.
Beth frigged her clit faster, her fingers nearly vibrating. She moaned, low and deep.
"Fuck. Fuck fuck fuck," Barry muttered while he raced to come first. He'd always loved how easy it had been to make Beth come, but now it was working against him.
Beth screamed with pleasure. Climax was upon her and she could do nothing but let it happen and relish it.
Barry understood her game. He only had seconds to finish, or he would suffer. He couldn't let her do that to him.
But she did. She stepped out of his fucking stance and pulled up her tights.
"You cannot do this to me!" Barry cried. Pre-come leaked from the tip of his cock.
"Once again you impressed me," she told him as she wiggled her foot back into her boot and donned her jacket. "I figured, no way he can last long enough for me to come again! You're going to make some girl with low standards a great boyfriend!"
"Beth, please!" He begged.
Beth unlocked the door and exited the bathroom. A woman in a leopard skin miniskirt stepped briskly inside but, upon seeing Barry, left just as quickly.
Only one of the three payphones on the wall outside the store was working, so Elliot had needed to wait until Candace finished her calls first. He picked up the handset and listened for the tone, and then inserted a quarter and dialed home.
"Hey, Mom - I'm sorry to call so late. Yeah, she's with me. I know, I should have left a note, sorry. Yeah, we're helping Candace with some errands and seeing a few people. Cousin Candace. Yeah, I know. I know what the doctor said. We won't be out late - I promise she'll get plenty of rest. Yeah, Mom, I get how serious it is; I won't let anything happen to her. Okay. Love you too. Bye."
Marcus' House
"Marcus is a decent guy. I don't expect complications. Can you guys just wait here?" Candace told her companions as she exited the station wagon.
She knew he was home. The lights were on, and she could hear an acoustic guitar from inside, practicing the same riff over and over. She rang the doorbell.
Marcus answered the door and Candace was struck by a flood of memories. He was older than he'd been when they dated, of course: he looked more like a man now. He still had the same curly brown hair, and the same pair of glasses. The torso under his torn Van Halen T-shirt had matured nicely. So had the legs below his swim trunks.
"Candace...," he said with surprise.
"Hey Marcus. I understand you have a picture of me," she declared.
Marcus tilted his head indicating she should come inside, and then he led her to his bedroom. It looked mostly how she remembered it, but now there were two framed posters: both illustrations of the girl from the Duran Duran Rio album cover, but with different clothing and poses.
From the closet he withdrew his freshman yearbook, and from inside he pulled Candace's nude photo. He handed it to her.
"Why did you even accept this?" Candace asked. Her tone was mostly curious, but with a hint of hurt.
"I shouldn't have," he admitted. "I should have torn it up, or punched that asshole, or something. I was weak. It reminded me of what I lost - or I guess what I almost had."
Candace shook her head disapprovingly. "That was never yours...."
"I know. I betrayed you. I'm sorry," he said.
"It's just," he began again when she didn't say anything, "I really loved you. I thought that you loved me. We were going to be each other's firsts. And then out of nowhere you completely shut me out of your life. To this day, I don't know what I did wrong."
"Marcus...," Candace explained, "I did love you. I did want to give you my virginity. But things happened in my life that had nothing to do with you. Things that made it impossible for me to have that kind of relationship." She begged him with her eyes not ask any more questions.
"I'm sorry," he said in earnest.
She meandered while they both tried to think of a way to fill the silence. "UCLA, huh?" She said, spying the enrollment papers on his desk.
"Yeah. You?"
"UVA." After a pause, she asked, "So who did you end up doing it with?"
"Meg Gunderson," he told her.
"Oh god!" She laughed.
"I know," he said, joining in her laughter.
He looked at her with fresh eyes. Their relationship had been frozen in a glacier for years, and now in the span of a couple minutes it had come back to life. "Can I ask you something?"
"Yeah," she said.
"About that picture...," he began. Candace winced, fearful of what he might say. "What's it like?" When she didn't immediately answer, he elaborated. "Do you like it? It's just - I'm really curious, but I can't imagine I'll ever date a girl who'd do something like that. I certainly can't trust what other guys have to say about something so exotic."
She didn't answer. Instead she walked to his nightstand and opened the drawer. She examined the box of condoms she found inside. Then she stepped briskly to Marcus and stripped his shirt off, followed by his swimsuit. She led him to the bed and handed him the box of condoms. He opened a fresh square and unrolled the rubber onto his rapidly stiffening cock while she kicked off her shoes, and then discarded her shirt, sweater, and skirt. There was nothing else to take off - her bra and panties had been surrendered earlier in the evening.
The shapely blonde girl knelt over the rubber-coated cock as if she meant to suck it, but instead she spit, and then worked her hands up and down the whole thing, coating it with her saliva. "You're going to have to go slow," she told him. "This is a lot easier with proper lube, but the spit should activate the rubber's lubrication."
With that done, Candace took position on her side with her back to him. She held one taut ass cheek while her first love tried to find the right angle to push his cock into her rectum. "It's easier if you sit up," she advised him after a couple failures.
Once he was upright he had the position and the leverage. It didn't go in easy, but it did go in, and then stroked smoothly. Candace looked at him lovingly while he experimented with fucking her ass. To him it was a totally new experience. No girl's pussy had ever been so tight. Not even his hand could have been for more than a few strokes without tiring out. Even desensitized by the latex, it was as great a feeling as he'd hoped for: a tight ring of muscle squeezing his shaft, and soft smooth tissue rubbing his head as it yielded to his thrusts.
For as good as it felt for Marcus, he still wasn't sure what the appeal was for Candace. Whatever it was, it was real, because she began moaning and licking her lips.
Marcus moved to lie beside her. He held her breast reverently, and kissed her shoulder, while he pumped his cock in her ass. Her G-spot reverberated with his thrusts. Her excitement grew until she came with a wail. Her sphincter squeezed tighter on his cock in intervals, but that didn't stop the rhythm he had built up.
She moved, becoming uncoupled, and turned him so that he was face up, and then she mounted him, feeding his cock into her asshole again. Face to face, hovering above him, she worked her ass on his pole. Beads of sweat formed on her face while they fucked. For a while it seemed like her violent movement was the sole thing on her mind, but then her eyes locked on his and she smiled: not a lustful smile, or romantic, but rather a friendly one. He returned her smile, and then she kissed him, and she came again.
Candace rose a few inches again, and reluctantly slowed. "Can you take over?" She asked pleasantly.
At first he did as she intended: he fucked up into her while she hovered above him. But then he wrestled with her until she was on her hands and knees and he was pounding her ass from behind. She started wailing again, coming again, and she didn't stop. This time her orgasm was boundless. As much as he tried to resist - as much as he wanted to make her come for hours - his stamina gave out. He pumped shot after shot of hot goo into the rubber barrier separating them.
After disposing of the rubber, the lovers held each other, face to face. "I wish we could have had years of this," she told her ex.
When Candace returned to the station wagon, the boys were quietly listening to the Repo Man soundtrack. Sydney was curled up asleep in the back.
Roadside
"Something feels wrong. Hand on a sec while I check it out." Sydney woke up to those words, and the station wagon slowing to a stop on a rough surface. "Fuck, it's flat," Elliot declared a moment later, from just outside her window.
He opened the tailgate. "All right, everyone out." He waited for Sydney to move before digging up her resting spot to find the spare and jack.
For Phoenix in the summer time, it was unusually cold; Sydney shivered. Candace gave her her sweater. The girls watched while Elliot and Barry worked the jack under the car.
"Hey Candace?" Sydney began. "You remember Fast Times at Ridgemont High?"
"Yeah, sure," the older girl answered.
"Remember how Stacey got in trouble, and she needed a hundred and fifty dollars and a ride?" Sydney asked. "Is that how much they really cost? Abortions?"
"I don't really know. Why do you ask?" Candace responded conversationally.
Sydney squirmed under the weight of the question. "I was just wondering."
Alarm struck Candace. "Wait, Syd, did something happen? Did someone do something to you?" Three sets of eyes locked on the young lady.
"No!" Sydney protested. "Well, I mean, yes, but only because I asked them to. They were really nice about it."
"How many is 'they'?" Barry asked.
Sydney blushed. "Three. Well, two for real and one in the mouth. Does swallowing make a girl a skank?"
"Oh fuck. Oh fuck oh fuck," Elliot muttered.
"Shut up," Candace commanded him. To Sydney: "Syd, hon, I don't care about the law, and I don't care about what your parents would say. I want to know if you are all right - physically and mentally. Did anyone trick you, or threaten you? Or was this something that you did because you wanted to?"
"I wanted to. I really did. I'm so glad it happened," she told her cousin. "I just should have been more careful."
Candace smiled. "Okay. I'm glad you enjoyed it. And don't worry about the money. I've got your back. You wouldn't be in this mess if not for me. But Syd - never again without protection, okay? Straight people can get AIDS too."
The boys resumed their tire task, but Barry mentioned, "I heard that if you douche with a cherry coke you won't get pregnant."
"That is such bullshit," Elliot bitched.
"No, actually I read about this," Candace said. "There was a study at Harvard. It's not very reliable, but it's better than nothing. And Diet Coke is the best, not Cherry."
The discussion was interrupted by the flashing lights of a Maricopa County sheriff's car stopping behind them. A deputy got out and waved his flashlight at the kids, surveying the situation. "Is everything all right here?"
Candace stepped forward. "Everything's just fine, officer. Just a flat tire."
The deputy ignored her and continued his sweep of the scene, before returning his light to her. The shape of her braless chest was not lost on him, under the high power of his flashlight. "Have you kids been drinking?" He asked.
"No sir," "Not a drop," "Never," three voices assured him.
"You, miss, have you been drinking?" He said, shining his light on Sydney.
Sydney looked to the others for some sort of help but found none. "I'd rather not say," she said meekly.
"Stand up, feet together," the deputy instructed her. "Put your arms out at your sides. Close your eyes and touch your nose."
Sydney failed the test, touching her chin and stumbling.
The lawman began to walk back to his car in a way that suggested things were about to get worse. Candace rushed beside him. "Officer, we know she shouldn't have been drinking, but this has just been a complete night from hell for us. None of us would ever do this sort of thing under normal circumstances, and it'll never happen again!"
"Night from hell? Convince me," he said dubiously.
Candace sighed, and took a moment to decide on a strategy. She decided to play it straight. "We've been hunting down pictures that my asshole ex gave out to a bunch of people today. Naked pictures of me." Candace gestured to Sydney. Sydney gave her the pictures, and she handed them to the cop.
The deputy took his time looking through her shameful photos. Every so often he stopped to look Candace up and down. She stood there innocently, looking like a real-life Barbie doll, except when the flashlight called out to her nipples. He went through the set three times, sometimes looking frustrated, as if on the precipice of a difficult decision. For as horrified and scared as Candace was, she was glad that she hadn't yet collected the worst photo.
Finally the lawman looked back at her face. "Take her straight home," he commanded. He handed the pictures back to her. "Try to use better judgement about what you do in front of a camera."
"Yes sir! Thank you!" Candace responded gratefully.
The deputy's gait on his way back to his car looked odd - as if his pants had suddenly become too tight.
Once he was gone, Barry told Candace, "I was ready to leap forward and stab him if your plan didn't work.
Minder Binder's
Sydney's impending hangover demanded food, so the teens stopped for burgers at Minder Binder's. Even as late as it was, the place was oppressively loud and crowded. Random junk and artwork hung from every inch of every surface. Alien whooshes and pews sang from a nearby Galaga machine. Roadies removed sound equipment from the stage. To the older kids, this place had for years been a hopeful symbol of what college life had in store for them.
Elliot and Barry played table shuffleboard while Sydney, with help from Candace and the Coca-Cola Company, purged her womb of college boy sperm.
The Wash
After parking as close as they could, the crew walked along the bank of the concrete storm water channel toward the gathering. Busybody adults always preached about the dangers of setting foot in them, but for the 361 days of the year that they were dry, the channels belonged to kids: as bike freeways, skate parks, and meeting places. Only idiots would get caught in a monsoon flood.
A half-dozen darkly-clothed kids were hanging out under a bridge, passing a joint around. The Cure was playing on a boombox at a volume that experience had shown wouldn't quite provoke the nearby home owners. Four bikes and one skateboard were stacked against a support.
Beth stood when they approached and smiled viciously at Barry. "You just can't get enough pain, can you?" She teased.
"Don't," he said, holding up his hand. Beth pouted, realizing that he wasn't going to play the game any more.
"Is one of you Chris?" Candace asked.
"Me," one of the boys declared. His hair was gigantic, black, and unruly.
"I'd like my photo back please," she said plainly.
"That's you? The girl with the dog?" Chris asked. Elliot managed to hide his shock at the statement; Barry grinned.
Chris took the picture out of his jacket and held it up, comparing faces. He nodded and grunted.
"Give it to me please," Candace said again.
"I think I'm going to keep it," Chris told her.
Candace sighed. "It belongs to me. It was never Gus' to give you."
"Maybe, but come on...," Chris sneered.
She sighed again. "What's it going to take?"
Elliot wondered how bad the "dog" photo was, and how far Candace was willing to go to get it back. A week before, they could have counted on Beth to help broker a deal, but since the breakup she seemed more likely to work against them, out of spite. He wondered if this one would end up being solved by violence. He wished he'd had the foresight to bring the Maglite from the wagon.
Sydney wasn't paying attention to the negotiations: she was enthralled by the three teens puffing and passing around the joint. One of them looked the same age as her. She liked the idea of checking one more box from her list of things to do before she died.
"Make her fuck you!" Chris' friend emphatically suggested. His hair, like Chris', relied on an obscene quantity of ozone-layer-depleting hairspray.
Chris' face soured. "Are you kidding? Look at her: that shit is contagious. A week after touching her I'd be calling myself Tad and making reservations at the tennis club."
"Good point," Chris' friend admitted.
Chris outlined his alternative. "No, I want to see some girl-on-girl action: tits smashed together, fingers up cunts, and all that good stuff," he said. "I want to see you fuck her," he finished, pointing to Candace and Sydney.
Candace scowled with contempt. "Okay, one, she's my cousin. Two, she's too young. Three, she's drunk. And four, we're both straight."
Chris narrowed his eyes but remained silent.
Beth stepped in to the conversation. "I'll fuck her," she said. "I've been wondering what's under that shirt all night. Didn't you have a bra on earlier?"
Candace frowned but considered the proposition.
"The other option is four hundred bucks," Chris suggested.
"Fifty," Candace countered.
"Four hundred."
Candace turned to Beth. "Have you done this before?" She asked.
"Don't worry - I'll be gentle," Beth said before pulling the blonde girl into a kiss.
Beth pulled the taller girl's shirt up above her breasts and set about devouring them. Candace likewise lifted Beth's top, and began groping her oversized breasts, with their peculiar sloped tops and round undersides. The two women together looked like a study in opposites: a tall, leggy blonde girl, seemingly proper apart from the exposed chest, and a petite buxom malcontent.
Beth reached her hand under Candace's skirt. She was surprised to find no panties there. "You come prepared," she observed. Her fingers slid around inside the other girl's labia. She wasn't ready yet, Beth concluded: not wet enough for the things she had planned.
Beth sat Candace down on a large sheet of cardboard and then threw herself across her lap. "Spank me," she instructed. "And finger me. Make me hurt and make me love it."
Candace tried, first pulling down Beth's tights and panties. She began with two light swats, and then she stuck her fingers into the goth girl's cunt. Beth moaned pleasantly. Candace pulled her fingers out and gave her another couple swats.
"Harder," Beth insisted.
Candace did as she was bid and smacked Beth's butt cheeks hard, four times, before pumping her fingers in her pussy again. Beth moaned more. Candace developed a rhythm, and Beth became more vocal: "Oh, yeah! Oh yeah! Fuck me hurt me!"
Barry was panting and pacing. He was in pain: his balls hurt, his dick hurt, his stomach hurt. He was losing his grip on humanity, being overtaken by need. "Jesus Christ, Beth, if you don't let me fuck you now, I will not survive this night," he begged.
"Oh, fine!" Beth surrendered. The small dark-haired girl relieved Candace of her clothes and then took position between her legs. She knelt, sticking her still-bare backside in the air while she lowered her face to the ground, half a tongue's distance from Candace's pussy. The blonde girl was opened up now: wet and ready. She might have been straight, Beth smiled to herself, but she had become aroused fingering a girl. Beth drove her tongue up into Candace while at the same moment, Barry penetrated the goth's pussy.
The Cure tape had ended, replaced with Bauhaus. Sydney was gliding about to the haunting post-punk melodies, ignoring the wanton sex. She had gotten close to the smoking kids, curious, but Elliot had forbidden her with a look.
Without questioning her impulse, Sydney began to unbutton her romper.
"What are you doing?" Elliot asked.
"I want to dance naked!" She told him.
"Syd, you can't do that!" He objected.
"Sure I can!" She answered while she stepped out of her romper and unhooked her bra. "Do it with me! C'mon!"
"I can't," Elliot insisted. His sister finished undressing - except for her shoes - and stared at him expectantly.
The young girl began floating around to the tune of Spirit. Most of her coordination had returned, and she moved with a grace that seemed out of place amongst their concrete surroundings. She looked otherworldly, like some sort of faerie, dancing in the moonlight.
"If it's about your boner, I understand," she told him. "I'm not judging. Candace is very pretty."
Elliot threw his hands up in surrender. "What the hell." He scattered his clothes across the wash while he joined his sister in her moonlight celebration.
Barry slammed his cock in Beth's pussy, inching toward the release he'd been needing all night. If Beth changed her mind this time, he was resigned to curling up and dying. Those were the only two possibilities.
Beth's pussy was, for the third time tonight, enjoying its old friend. It dripped and squeezed and made her feel incredible. Each of Barry's thrusts pushed Beth's lip and nose into Candace's partly-protected clitoris while Beth's tongue teased it from below. Candace was panting, looking up at the stars, amazed that she had been brought to the edge of bliss by another girl.
Beth's cunt convulsed on Barry's cock. A powerful, joyous sound came from her throat as her body was wracked with an orgasm. The vibrations travelled through her lip, nose, and tongue to give Candace a jolt of pleasure, forcing her to come too - loudly enough for the nearby households to hear. The two girls coming in front of him flipped Barry's switch. He began ejaculating, but he kept fucking. For twenty seconds he fucked and came, running out of semen long before the spasms stopped.
"Pretty good!" Chris declared. "But you're only half-way done. Hers didn't count because he did it to her.
Candace lay on the cardboard out of her mind and panting. Her chest heaved enticingly but her eyes were vacant.
Beth looked at Chris and chuckled. She threw away her skirt and then knelt on Candace's face. Candace's tongue began on autopilot; it was seconds later that her mind caught up to her new task. She licked the other girl's clit while Barry's jism tried to seep into her nose.
Barry was right where Beth had left him, gently fingering his dick and wondering why it hadn't gone soft. Realizing the opportunity, he scrambled up between Candace's legs and rubbed his cock-head in her wet slit. "Hey Candace - I think I can do it again. You interested in some dick?"
"Got a rubber?" She asked hopefully, her voice muffled by Beth's wet twat.
"Damn, no," Barry admitted. He scooched in closer, laid his cock on top of Candace's bush, and began jacking it.
Beth smiled at Barry, gently rocking her hips against Candace's face. With both hands, she grabbed her right tit and brought it to her mouth. Seeing Beth suck her own nipple made Barry double his speed. Back and forth between left and right, Beth repeated the process, provoking Barry's lust.
"I can't believe you've got anything left," Beth said with a hint of respect. "Poor Candace is literally drowning in your spunk."
Candace tried to add to the conversation, but all anyone heard was a muted mumble. Beth felt it, though.
"Oh! Oh...," Beth said like a seductress. She bit her lip. "She might be better than you. She's definitely going to... oh...."
Barry's cock fired again. The first burst made it all the way to Candace's neck. The rest painted a dotted line all the way down her center to her belly button.
"Oh! Mmm!" Beth shrieked as she came yet again. She ground her muff hard on Candace's face until finally she was exhausted, and shimmied to the side.
Candace, still on her back, propped herself up on her elbows. Her face was red from the punishment Beth had given it.
"One more thing...," Beth said, moving beside her. With that, she climbed on top of Candace and pressed her body down. She wiggled, smearing her ex-boyfriend's semen between the two girls, coating their boobs, bellies, and bushes.
Candace, Barry, and Beth relaxed, the two girls naked and Barry half-so.
Elliot and Sydney approached, also naked and carrying their clothes in their arms. "Are we ready to call it a night?" Elliot asked. Beth eyed his hard dick with interest, but didn't say anything.
Epilogue
Sydney's operation went flawlessly, and her recovery was swift. Every one of her BBS friends visited her in the hospital, and a few times in what was left of the summer she managed to be alone with Jeremy, and build upon their first kiss.
Elliot and Catherine wrote to each other from college. They had a brief but intense romance over winter break, but they both started seeing other people when school began again. They remained friends.
Candace went to college and became one of the founding members of the Chi Omicron sorority. She met Marcus again at their ten-year high school reunion, they began dating, and eventually married.
Barry and Beth never got back together, and yet they frequently got together. Their spouses came to accept their complex relationship.
Gus went to prison for child pornography after giving away naked pictures of his fifteen year old girlfriend to an undercover cop. Duplicate prints of Candace and several other girls were discovered during the investigation, and they were ordered destroyed by the court. They weren't. They surfaced decades later on the Internet, forcing several mothers to have difficult discussions with their teenage daughters.