Ff, teen/ped, first
Tracy Loses Innocence (Part 2)
by Dirty Little Claudia
Author's Note:
 
Meet Tracy. Young, impressionable, and surprisingly sexual.
 
This story is intended for entertainment purposes only. None of the events in this story are actual events, no name have been changed to protect the innocent, as there are no innocent
 
Feedback welcomed, and encouraged. Enjoy.

	When we got home, I hurried to my room, and grabbed my towel, and 
nightgown. On my way to the shower, my dad stopped and asked if everything 
was alright.

	"Yeah, dad, why?" I wasn't sure if Mr. James had told him what I 
had seen or not.

	"You were very quiet on the way home, sweetie, that's all. Did you 
have a good time this afternoon?" He poked and prodded, and I felt like he 
was trying to get an answer out of me that would reveal some sort of 
incriminating evidence or something. It was more likely that I was being 
paranoid.

	"I'm fine, dad, really, I just want to take a bath. The 
reproductive system of the canine has just left me feeling a little... 
'dirty'."

	He laughed a little and rubbed my shoulder. "Okay honey, go relax 
in a hot bath, and do whatever you have to do to stop thinking about 
mating dogs."

	I laughed too, and was relieved when I made it to the bathroom 
without any other confrontations of my attitude adjustment.

	I slipped out of my clothes, and tossed them into the hamper, the 
crotch of my panties was still very damp. I'd soaked them all the way 
through, and I'm surprised my parents hadnt caught on by the smell alone.

	Stepping into the bath, my body melted into the warmth and 
fragrances lingering over the bubbles. I sunk in, and the water raised to 
my collar bone, and I soaked for a while, my fingers occasionally finding 
their way back to the special place they'd been earlier.

	I felt so dirty! I wanted to cry, and have an orgasm at the same 
time. I was embarassed, and was beginning to find my sexuality. I had 
never felt an orgasm, but I was pretty sure I'd had one that day in that 
unfamiliar leather chair in the James' bedroom.

	About an hour later, I emerged from the bathroom with a robe 
around me. The bottom of my hair was wet, and my skin was wrinkled like a 
prune, but I felt much better.

	My mom and dad had retired to the family room and were watching 
one of those 'reality tv' shows. I never understood how they could stand 
watching those things, but I joined them anyway. I sat in a chair opposite 
of the couch they were lounging on, and realized that my mom was asleep, 
and my dad was glued to the young girls fighting on television.

	Under my breath, I laughed a little and mocked my dad. "Dad, this
would be better if they were mud wrestling, huh?"

	The glare he shot me sent me into panic. His serious look told me 
that I'd said something wrong, crossed some kind of line that shouldnt 
have been crossed. After letting me panic for a moment, his stern glare 
morphed into an evil grin. He didn't want to wake mom, but just nodded a 
little and chuckled to himself.
	
	I went to bed that night, wondering just exactly what posessed 
people do do these things. The pornography, I mean. I imagined myself 
watching one of those girls do that stuff in person, and more than a few 
times that night, my fingers found themselves exploring the new territory, 
making me wet over and over again. 

	For the first time I ever remember doing it, I slept naked that
night. This is probably why my mom was so shocked when she came to get me 
for breakfast the next morning.

	When I woke up, I saw my mother standing over me. She didn't look 
mad, she just looked surprised. She told me breakfast was ready, and I 
told her that I'd be down as soon as I got dressed.

	I rolled out of bed, and slipped on a t-shirt, and a pair of 
shorts, and headed down. I would usually wear a bra to school, but mom 
said I didnt have to wear one on weekends, since it wasn't terribly 
noticable that my breasts were beginning to form and shape themselves.

	As I slid into a chair at the kitchen table, my mom sat a plate of
food in front of me. We ate in almost silence, before my mom broke it
while I was in the middle of drinking my orange juice.

	"Sleep good, Tracy?" She asked as if she were implying something.

	"Yep, like a baby!" I just grinned and went about eating my 
breakfast.
	
	After breakfast, I spent most of the day finalizing the details of 
my report and preparing for school the next day. The week went as normal, 
and I didn't think much of Saturday's little adventure until about 
Thursday night when my mom announced we'd be going back to the James' for 
dinner Friday night.

	All day Friday, I daydreamed in class. Mom had told me she would 
pick me up from school that day, and we'd go straight over to their place. 
I think they had made plans to play cards and have pizza and beer or 
something, but I was sure it would prove to be an interesting night. Just 
as I was considering the possibilities.. 

	"Tracy!" My English teacher's voice rang out in the classroom. I 
jumped a little, and returned my attention to the front of the classroom, 
but not before I noticed the many sets of eyes that were on me.

	"Yes, Mrs. Brine?"

	"How would you define Fitzgerald's interpretation of the mansion?" 
She was talking about The Great Gatsby. We were supposed to have read it, 
but I had read it earlier in the year.

	I responded somewhat confidently, I think she was a bit surprised. 
"He descibes it as a save haven for those who visit, almost as a parallel 
universe, existing, but not existing." Sometimes it really sucked to be in 
the advanced courses, as it weighed heavily on my brain when I had to 
seriously consider responses to questions like that.

	She seemed convinced and moved on. I returned to my thoughts of 
what would happen after my mom picked me up after school.

	When school was over and the last bell rang, I gathered my things 
and headed out to the curb. I glanced around but didn't see my mom, so I 
parked myself under a tree until she got there.

	While I was waiting, a boy from my English class walked up and sat 
down 'indian-style' next to me in the grass. I looked over at him, but 
didn't say anything. He just sat and stared at me, and I flipped through 
the pages of a book. I wasn't surprised when he broke the silence.

	"So what were you thinking about in there, you looked kind of 'out 
of it'."

	I thought for a moment, trying to figure out what to say, then 
responded the best way I could. "Do I know you?" God! Did I sound like an 
idiot or what? Too big for my britches? Maybe.

	He stared blankly at me. "I'm in your English class, Tracy. My 
name is Mark?" He said it as a question, so I just nodded and smiled as I 
closed my book.

	"Well, Mark, I was actually thinking about how ridiculous it is 
that I don't really have any friends at this school, and everyone treats 
me like I'm some kind of contaminated piece of flesh."

	His eyes went wide, and Mark just sat there, his mouth agape. I 
could tell he wasn't sure what to say, but that was quite okay with me. It 
was just then that my mom pulled up to the curb and honked the horn.

	I stood up and turned to face Mark. "Don't worry, I don't know you 
well enough to assume that you'd feel anything like everyone else I know."

	I started walking away and heard him say something, but it was 
quiet, so I turned around to look at him. "What did you say?" It could 
have sounded somewhat accusatory, but I didn't mean for it to come out 
that way.

	I watched his eyes drop, and his cheeks flush a faint hint of 
pink. "I said I think you're very pretty."

	I wasn't real sure how to continue that conversation, so I just 
smiled, and said "Thanks" before turning to walk away. As I got to the 
car, I opened the door and turned my head to look, and Mark was still 
sitting under the tree watching me leave.

	"I think you're cute, too." I giggled like a 8 year old school 
girl and slid my butt into the car as I watched his mouth drop open and 
his eyes get wide. My mom laughed a little and we took off. On the way to 
the house, I explained to her what had happened, and she just laughed and 
shook her head. 

	I didn't tell her what I was really thinking about in class that
day, it didn't really seem appropriate for me to tell my mom. We rode in 
silence, with an occasional giggle from me until we got to the house to 
pick up dad.

	I got myself into the back seat, and watched dad emerge from the 
house. He was wearing jeans and a t-shirt, and so was my mom. I was still 
wearing my school uniform, but for a uniform, it was extraordinarily 
comfortable. Dad got in the car, and we headed over to the James' house.

	When we got there, Mrs. James was not home, she had taken another 
shift at the hospital, and the pizza was already there. Mr. James offered 
me a soda and a plate of pizza, and asked if I'd like to watch some DVDs 
on the entertainment center in his room, that's where the biggest 
television in the house was.

	I agreed, and passed him a knowing glance, and as he cocked his 
head to the side a bit, I felt my clit harden and my lips rub together. He 
was so cruel, but he knew that. I grabbed the bag of dvds from the movie 
place and headed to his room to eat and watch movies while they did the 
'adult stuff'.

	After sifting through the bag and coming up with a couple of 
movies, I put one into the player, and sat on the floor at the foot of the 
bed. I crossed my legs at my ankles in front of me and nibbled the pizza. 
My mom came up about an hour later and asked if there was anything I 
needed, and had brought me a drink. I took it, and watched her roam back 
downstairs. It was obvious, my mom was getting trashed. I could always 
tell by that look on her face.

	I finished eating, and pulled a couple pillows down onto the floor 
and kept watching the movie, but laid on my side. Mr. James came in 
another hour later to make sure everything was okay. He stopped briefly in 
the doorway when he saw me laying at the foot of his bed, and it occured 
to me that he could have very easily seen right up my skirt from that 
angle. I was a little embarassed, but something told me that I didn't have 
to be.

	I smiled and sat up, told him everything was fine, and switched to 
a different movie. I laid back down and positioned myself on my back to 
stretch out, and as my arm stretched under the bed, I felt a box. 

	I pulled up the dust ruffle, and saw several of them under the
bed. I shook it a little, but it didnt make any noise. It looked like a
box from Bloomingdale's or Macy's and I couldn't help myself, I was a
shop-a-holic.

	When I opened the box, I was surprised to find several phalluses 
with knobs on the end. When i turned one, it started vibrating. After 
puting two and two together, I guessed this was a box of sex toys that the 
James' used. 

	I wasn't sure whether to be excited or disgusted.. but i started
touching the tip, and it vibrated against my finger. It tickled a little,
then i remembered some of the pictures I saw and how they were being used.
I wondered...