Lunch Meat
(mf, mast, exhib)After Wendy Miles observes her daughter pleasuring herself, Mindy's mom decides that it might be prudent to put Mindy on birth control...
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Mindy was happy that she was able to get Timmy dressed before his parents returned home.� When the Jackson's walked in around five thirty, Mindy had Timmy in her lap again, this time reading a book to him.�
When she was about to leave for home with John Jackson, Timmy made a big show of hugging his sitter and ending with an earnest, "I wuv you, Mindy!"
"Well," said John Jackson once they were in his car, "I see Timmy really likes you."
"He's a real sweetie," she replied with a genuine smile. 'I just hope he doesn't say the wrong thing,' she added to herself.
"That's great!� We need a regular sitter for him in the worst way and I hope you'll be it.� I don't know what it is, but we haven't been able to find a regular babysitter for him.� Once, twice and then they're suddenly not available anymore... ever."
'I'm not surprised,' Mindy mused to herself.
"Sometimes we can borrow a sitter from a friend, but if we're getting together for some adult time away from the kids, that doesn't work unless we double up.�
"So, how about it, Mindy?� Can we count on you?"
"I'd love to sit for him, Mr. Jackson.� He's absolutely no trouble and just as sweet as can be."
"Great!� You're now officially in our employ!"
�Mindy smiled at the large man while he drove, but he didn't smile back, keeping his attention on the road where it should be.� A few minutes later he pulled in front of her house.
"How much do I owe you?" he asked.
"Umm, one to five thirty... that's four and a half hours..."
"We'll round that off to five hours," he interjected.
"Okay, five times four dollars, that's twenty dollars."
"That's a deal!" he exclaimed.� Digging into his wallet he extracted a twenty and a ten dollar bill.
"That's too much!" she protested handing the ten back to him.
"Nonsense.� That's a tip."
"For what?"
"For doing like I asked you, Sweetie, and not wearing a bra," he replied with a mischievous grin.� Mindy felt the heat in her face rise.�
"Next time, if the weather hasn't turned off cold or anything, how about showing a little tummy too?"
"Uh, uh, I..."
In a low voice he added, "It would make me very happy.
"Oh!� I almost forgot! Wednesday!" he exclaimed.� "This Wednesday.� I know it's a school night and all, but could you sit with Timmy, say from six thirty to eleven?" Jackson asked.� "I'll pay you extra!"
"I'll have to clear it with my mom," she replied.
"You do that, Mindy.� I'll call and confirm later this evening."
"How was your babysitting job?" Mindy's mother asked as she stirred a pot on the stove.
"Great!� Just great!� Timmy's no problem at all and his dad really pays me well."
"How well?"
"Thirty dollars for five hours!"
"Wow!� That's great, honey!� You need to keep the Jacksons."
"Oh, I will!� Mr. Jackson asked me if I'd be their regular sitter!"
"That's terrific, Hon.� Now you'll have your own money to spend.�
"Oh, by the way," her mother continued. "Mark called for you.� He wanted to get together and hang out.� I told him you had a babysitting job.� I think he's really interested in you, honey, but..."
That lingering "but..."� Mindy knew she wouldn't like what would follow, still her mother let it hang in the air.� Mindy tried not to act petulant when she asked, "But what, Mama?"
"He's a lot older than you, Mindy.� He's what?� Eighteen and you're only fifteen."
"Daddy's seven years older than you, Mama!" Mindy pointed out.
"Well, that's different."
"How?"
"It's the differences in maturity," Wanda Miles replied to her daughter.� "Twenty nine and thirty six aren't that much different, not like eighteen and fifteen."
"You were younger than I am now when I was born," the irascible daughter pointed out, "and Daddy was a lot older than Mark.� Besides, I've known Mark all my life.� So have you.� We're friends.� That's all."
"If you say so, dear... Look, just be careful, that's all."
"Sure, Mama.� Whatever!"
"Now go wash your hands and set the table for me."
Mindy ran upstairs, took off her jacket and stripped off her t-shirt to put her bra on.� Pausing to check herself out in the mirror, she couldn't help but notice that her nipples were redder than usual and were noticeably swollen.� She smiled thinking of the cause of that condition and wondered if Timmy's pecker was red and swollen from the hours of sucking too.�
Her reverie was broken when her mother called up, "Mindy Louise!"
"Coming, Mama!" she replied as she took one last look at herself.� Then she pulled her new bra from the bottom drawer where her mother wouldn't accidently stumble upon it, put it on and pulled her t-shirt back on.� After a quick stop in the bathroom, she dashed downstairs to help her mother put dinner on the table.
With supper over, Mindy had some homework to do and went upstairs to her room to get it done.� She had just finished her reading assignment when her mother popped into her room.
"Mindy.� I think you forgot to tell me something."� Immediately thinking she'd been caught, Mindy's heart missed a beat. �
"Mr. Jackson just called.� He wanted to know if you could sit for them this Wednesday night.� I told him that it was a school night, but... That man's mighty persuasive.� It goes against my better judgment, but I do know where you are and I know what you're up to.� So it really isn't a problem as long as you get your studies done and are home by eleven.� He agreed."
"Then I can do it?"
"Yes, dear.� You may do it."��
By the end of school on Monday, it was obvious to anyone who bothered to notice that Mindy was Mark's new flame.� The older girls looked upon her with dismay that they had been passed over for a mere newbie.� The younger girls looked upon her with awe that Mr. Hunkasaurus would favor her above all others.� Now that she was suddenly in the in-crowd, Mindy's social standing soared.� Mere fellow newbies were intimidated to even talk to her, as she was now surrounded by the coolest, most popular kids at school, and when she spoke to a lowly fellow classman, they nearly swooned basking in her glow.�
The ninth-grade boys in her classes, however, could have cared less.� To them, she was just another one of the alien creatures called girls; interesting creatures to be sure, but completely and utterly unfathomable.
To Mindy, she was just the same as she was last Friday at school, except for being ass fucked by Mr. Wonderful while his friends watched.� Her salacious trysts with little Timmy didn't even come into the equation, as she was the only one who would ever know about that.� Suddenly though, everyone (girls that is) wanted to be her friend, and every guy at the party jockeyed for a position of being next in line behind Mark after he'd dumped her.� But the only person, male or female, that she was interested in was Mark.� And what she was really interested in would have shocked her peers.�
Of course at school and with Mark occupied with football practice every afternoon after school, there was precious little opportunity for them to do anything other than hold hands at lunch.� However, having little opportunity and no opportunity are two entirely different things.� After the dismissal bell, Mindy met Mark over by the auditorium.� After checking that the coast was clear, Mark slipped a plastic credit card in a door jam.� The door opened and he pulled Mindy inside with him.
"Where are you taking me?" she asked as he pulled her down a dark corridor.� He opened another door and pulled her inside a small dark room.�
"I only have a few minutes," Mark explained in the darkness, "before Coach will be looking for me."� Mindy gasped as he directed her hand to his dick which he had sticking through his open zipper.� "C'mon, get me off."��
Her hand stroked the hot hard tube of meat.� "It'd be quicker if you'd just blow me."
"No!� I t already told you I wouldn't do that," Mindy huffed.
"Just do it, will ya?"
Mindy thought of her experience the day before when she fellated little Timmy.� 'That wasn't so bad,' she thought.�
"Jeez, Mindy.� I ain't got all freaking day!"
This moment of privacy was totally unexpected and she froze, not sure what to do.� A voice in her head said, "Do it!"� Another said, "Ewwww!" The 'Do it' voice was winning out over the squeamish voice when in exasperation, Mark blurted, "Just jack me off then!"
There was a long few minutes of silence in the small room, silent except for the faint soft sounds of a cock being jacked off until Mark began grunting.� With his seed mostly spilled on the floor of the closet, he zipped up and opened the door.� A moment later they were out in the bright sunlight.
"See you tomorrow, Mindy-babe!"� Then he was gone... off to football practice leaving Mindy standing about with a mess in her hand.�
Later that evening, after supper and after her homework was done, Mindy bathed and prepared for bed.� Standing in front of the full length mirror she studied her nude form while thinking about Mark and his fascinating dick.� She castigated herself for not being braver and sucking his cock like he'd asked her.�
"Gawd, you're such a baby!� It's not like you can get pregnant!" she whispered in contempt of herself.� "And it's not like you haven't been thinking of it every minute� since church yesterday!"
She visualized Timmy's little pecker between her lips and then tried to imagine what Mark's much larger cock would feel like.� She had her eyes closed and her mouth opened in a rictus.� While one set of fingers twisted and tugged at her nipples, the other strummed her clit while fantasying that Mark's dick was in her mouth while Timmy suckled her tits.� It was such an arousing vision that she wasn't aware of her bedroom door opening.�
Her mother froze in her tracks at the sight before her of her daughter masturbating, playing roughly with her tits and apparently inducing a state of rapture.�� Silently her mother quietly closed the door, leaving Mindy in the throes or orgasm
During lunch the next day at school, Mindy sat with Mark and his jock friends and a smattering of other girls at "their" table along the back wall of the school cafeteria. Mindy let Mark know that she wanted another chance in the auditorium closet to make amends for yesterday.�
"Hey, you got me off," Mark explained, "but if you're ready to suck my cock, I'm game."
"Don't be so crude," Mindy protested.
"I'm just telling you like it is.� No games, Mindy.� You gonna suck me or not?"
"Yes.� I just said I would."
"Then I'm holding you to it," Mark replied with a grin.�
A moment later she felt Mark's hand settle on her knee and then begin to slide up her thigh and under her skirt.� "What are you doing!" she whispered as she closed her thighs and grabbed his arm.
"Nobody can see us."
"We're in the cafeteria!"
"Look forward... What do you see?"
"The wall?"
"Yes, the wall and Mike's ugly face."
"He's not ugly," Mindy replied.
"That's not the point.� No one can see up your skirt.� Right?"
"I guess..."
"Then let go." Mark felt her grip loosen, but her thighs were still tightly clasping his hands.�
He leaned over and whispered, "Open your legs... come on... that's my girl."
Mindy silently shuddered as Mark's fingers brushed against her panty covered pussy.� Her eyes cut left and then right, looking to see if anyone was aware of what Mark was up to.� No one paid them any attention, as they were all engrossed in their own conversations and lacked x-ray vision to see through the table.
"Please," she whispered in vain as she felt his fingers creeping under the leg of her panties.�
"Oh, gawd..." she whispered huskily as the fingers slipped in between her juicing labia.�
Mark wasted no time and quickly zeroed in on her clit.� Mindy bit her lower lip as he began masturbating her in the room filled with hundreds of students and teachers.� The flagrant naughtiness of what he was doing to her quickly brought her to the edge.�
"Let go, baby," Mark whispered to her.� "Come for me."
If Mike wasn't paying any attention a moment before, he certainly was paying attention now.� He watched Mindy's face as it betrayed the sizzling sensations shooting through her body.� Mindy noticed too that Mike was watching, but she was helpless to prevent the rapture she was gripped with. Locked eye to eye with Mark's grinning best friend, she came.� It wasn't the biggest "O" she'd ever had, but it was a capital "O" nonetheless. �When her eyes fluttered open and she could think clearly again, she noticed not only Mike grinning at her, but the two guys flanking him were also grinning knowingly.�
The jock sitting next to her and opposite Mark began sniffing the air.� "I think I smell... PUSSY!" he roared as he stood half way up and made an exaggerated face, causing the other boys at the table to roll in laughter.�
Mindy was so embarrassed that she wanted to crawl away. Mark reassured her by reminding her that everyone at the table was at the party Friday night and in the back room.� It also helped that the guys all clapped for her.� Still, even though she knew that they all knew that she and Mark did things, it was the most embarrassing moment of her young life.
When the bell rang, Mindy rushed out of the cafeteria.� Stopping off at the girl's restroom, she ran into Lindsey, one the older girls at the lunch table.� "Hey, girly," Lindsey began, "that was something else in the cafeteria.� Now I see what Mark sees in you.� Welcome to the club."
'Club?� What club?' wondered Mindy, but the girl had disappeared.
�Later that afternoon she met Mark at the auditorium as agreed.� Like the day before, Mark deftly picked the lock, but once he opened the door he quickly shut it.�
"What's the matter?" asked Mindy.
"Fucking place is full of people!� Damn!"
"Well, maybe we can try again tomorrow," she replied in an attempt to mollify her boyfriend.
"Shit, I was looking forward to you going down on me."
"Maybe we can go somewhere else."
"Like where?� I know, how about behind the cafeteria dumpsters?"
"Ewwwww!� No!" she protested.
"You have any better suggestions?"�
Mindy thought hard, and was about to suggest a place when Mark muttered, "Shit!� Here comes, Coach!
"I gotta go.� See ya tomorrow, Babe."
That night, after supper and the kitchen was cleaned, Mindy's mother followed her up to her room.� Turning to close the door, she was surprised to see her mother.�
"May I come in?" her mother asked.
"Sure, Mama.� What's up?"
"We need to talk," her mother said as she entered and closed the door behind her.�
"About what?"
"Boys..."� Mindy stifled the urge to groan out loud.� �
"I've noticed that you... are becoming interested in... sexual things," her mother began haltingly.
"Why do you say that?"
"I just know.� I'm your mother.� I too was teenage girl curious about sex.� A little too curious.� I was your age, maybe a little younger than you are now, when I... your father and I, got a little too carried away and wound up pregnant with you.� Let me tell you, and this is from somebody who knows, because I've been there; having a baby at your age is hard, hard thing.� You miss out on a lot.� Your dad missed out on a lot too.� He did his best to support you and me, but it was struggle.� He couldn't stay in school and worked full time, so he did it the hard way."
"I'm sorry, Mama."
"You have nothing to be sorry for and neither do we.� We wouldn't trade you for anything in the world.� Still, it would have been best if we waited."
"Is that why Daddy joined the Army?"
"Yes, it is.� He needed a steady paycheck, housing, and medical benefits.� It wasn't enough, but we managed.� Best of all, he got an education and learned some skills that he's put to good use."
Her mother paused for a moment and then continued, "But that's not what I want to talk to you about.� If you're not already sexually active, you will be soon.� My mother, your grandmother, didn't know that I was sexually active until it was too late.� Now, I'm not about to let what happened to me happen to you.� I am going to see to it that you are protected from an unwanted pregnancy.���������������������������� �
"I called my gynecologist today," Wanda continued, "and tried to get him to see you, but... he's not taking any new patients at the moment.� He suggested one of his colleagues.� That's all well and good, but there's a problem... your father.� First of all, he won't approve of this, saying you're too young to be given a license to screw..."
"Mama!"
"Your father and I have talked about this and that's exactly what he said.� So, here's the problem. Your father handles all the money in this family and he pays all the bills.� If he saw a bill from my doctor, he'd just assume it was for me and just pay it... no questions asked.� But now that you won't be seeing my doctor, he's going to see a bill from some other doctor; and when your father sees that, he'll look into it.
"So... I explained all that to my doctor and he suggested that I call a Dr. Tubbs, and ask if you can participate in an ongoing medical study of teen girls.� I called Dr. Tubbs' office and yes, they can add you to the study.� Best of all, all your doctor visits and medications will be paid for... In other words, your dad will never see a bill!
"Not only that, but Dr. Tubbs can see you tomorrow!� Now when is your next period due?"
Mindy checked her calendar.� "Tuesday, next week."
"Oh, good!� If he starts you on the pill, you can start taking them on Wednesday.�� In the meantime, don't do anything that you might regret."
"Like, what?"
"Like get pregnant."
"Mama!� I'm still a virgin."
"That's good, honey.� I just don't want you to get hurt."
"Does this mean that I can..."
"No!� This is not a license for sex.� You stay a virgin for as long as you can.� Save something for when you're older and are better able to handle things."
Wednesday morning, Mindy ran into Lindsey again and asked about the "club" comment she had made yesterday.� Lindsey laughed and let her in on a secret.�
Later at lunch, Mindy was sitting between Mark and Mike.� At a silent signal from Mark, Mike turned around in his seat and leaned back against the table.� With a practiced eye he scanned the cafeteria. A moment later he reported, "The coast is clear."� Immediately Mindy felt Mark's hand sliding up her dress.�
Mark was pleased to find that she had followed Lindsey's suggestion that morning and had removed her panties just before lunch.� Quickly and easily his fingers slid inside her as his buddies across the table grinned at her.� But she wasn't the only one they were watching.� Next to Mike, Lindsey lewdly licked her lips as Mike's fingers found her bald bare pussy waiting for him.� On the other side of Mark, a third girl, the girl Mike was screwing at the party Friday night was being fingered by Ken.�
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