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Growing Up Audrey
Copyright 2010 Rachael Ross all rights reserved. rache696@yahoo.com
Adults Only
See Chapter One for Synopsis/Codes

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Growing Up Audrey
by rache

Chapter Two


"I'm still not sure this is a good idea," Mom told me. "You're only
fifteen, Audrey."

"But you promised," I reminded her, glancing past my reflection in the
bedroom mirror. I dropped my damp towel to the floor around my feet.

"I know," she agreed, politely averting her eyes as I stood completely
naked.

"You said when I got to high school you'd let me go out on dates," I
said, reaching for my body lotion.

"I just wish you weren't in such a hurry to grow up," she sighed.
"What is that?"

"Strawberry," I told her. "It smells good, right?"

Mom sat on my bed, watching as I put my left foot on the desk chair
and rubbed lotion up my pale leg. I'd been growing a lot over the
summer, adding a couple more inches to my height and moving some baby
fat off my waist and to my hips. I'd always had a slender body anyway,
even skinny, but not so much anymore. I'd started getting real curves
and I had real boobs finally, nice ones that actually filled my hands.
My nipples were still too fat, kind of long and dark and terminally
hard, but at least I almost looked like a woman instead of a little
girl.

I even had some pubic hair, a thatch of thin black hair on my mound,
and that's the biggest reason I'd taken off my towel so easily. I
wanted Mom to see my body and realize I had to grow up. She hadn't
seen me naked in a long time and I kind of liked showing off. I made
sure she got a good view of my budding labia and swollen clit. I liked
to jill off in the shower, even if I didn't always cum, just so I
could see myself aroused afterwards. My pussy looked sexy when she got
all hot and bothered.

"Well, I want you to be careful," she said. "You have to respect
yourself, Audrey."

"I know, Mom."

"You're excited and curious about going on a date, but you have to be
smart about it."

"Yeah," I said. "You told me that before."

"It's important that you save yourself," she told me as I found a pair
of plain white panties. "I'm sure this boy is nice and he won't do
anything he shouldn't, but he's still a boy."

"Still the enemy?" I asked her with a giggle and Mom frowned, wanting
to be serious.

"No, I don't mean that," she said. "Only that it's easy to get carried
away and before you know it, he's kissing you and..."

"No kissing on the first date," I agreed. "I know."

"You're still growing," she continued as I put on my bra. "Dating
isn't about kissing, it's about getting comfortable with who you are."

"I'm pretty comfortable with myself already, Mom."

"I know," she said. "That's what worries me."

"God!" I rolled my eyes. "I'll be fine, Mom. We're just going to see a
movie or something."

She didn't say anything for a minute and I pulled on my new skirt, a
modest one that practically covered my knees. I didn't really like it
that much, but part of the deal had been letting Mom pick out my
clothes for my first date. So I wore a dark skirt and a beige sweater
that wasn't nearly tight enough to show off my body. I thought it made
me look lumpy and I made faces at myself as I tried to fix it in the
mirror.

"Are you still a virgin?" Mom asked and I blinked at her.

"Huh?" I turned around. "What kind of question is that?"

"I just..." She took a deep breath and let it out slowly while I waited.
"Brenda...Mrs. Cartwright...overheard some talk at your school."

"Oh great," I muttered. Brenda Cartwright was one of my teachers and
one of Mom's best friends, which was a terrible combination for me.
Like my parents had a spy to tell them when I got in trouble or
whatever.

"She said some of the boys were talking about you and, uh..." she
cleared her throat. "They made it sound like they'd had sex with you."

"Half the boys at school say they've had sex with half the girls,
Mom." I picked up my hairbrush. "It doesn't mean anything."

"Are they teasing you or..."

"Mmmm..." I shrugged. "A little, you know, boys can be sorta rude
sometimes."

"Maybe I should talk to the principal," she said and I waved that idea
away quickly.

"It's not that bad," I assured her. "It's just a couple idiots
thinking about me too much, that's all. I don't even listen to them,
Mom."

"Well, that's...good. Whatever anyone might say, God knows you're a
good girl, Audrey."

"Yeah," I replied with my most innocent smile. "God loves me."

"I mean, just because someone says something, it doesn't have to be
true."

"I know."

My mom could be really weird sometimes and she had a real thing for
church, which was totally annoying. I'd learned to cut her off at the
pass though.

"If you did have sex," she said a half-minute later. "You'd tell me,
right?"

"I didn't," I promised. "And I don't want to, okay? Lots of boys like
me, but that's all. They're just being dumb."

"Alright," Mom said and you just can't over-estimate the power of
denial.

Whatever Mrs. Cartwright had heard, it worried her enough to tell my
mom about it, so it must have sounded at least a little believable. I
could well imagine what the boys might have said and that's the
problem with getting a reputation. I mean, if it was a secret, it
wouldn't be a reputation at all and teenage boys are the worst. As
soon as they fuck a girl, they can't wait to tell their friends all
about it and teachers have ears just like anyone else.

Thankfully, my dad thought I was an angel and Mom wanted to live in a
make believe world where I stayed a virgin until my wedding night. I
could see the writing on the wall though and sooner or later Mom would
really have to confront me. I made a mental note to find a better
hiding place for my birth control pills. She'd probably search my room
in a day or two, just to prove to herself that she had nothing to
worry about. She could be pretty predictable.

My dad wanted to have a man-to-man with Eddie, the boy taking me out
on my first date. He was a year older than me and one of Mark's
classmates. I stayed in the kitchen with Mom, listening to Dad's
muffled voice as he told the boy to be a gentleman and all that.

Twenty minutes after picking me up, we were at the party, the first
big kegger of the year, and half the school must have been there. I
didn't know whose house it was and I didn't really care. Some seniors
were having it because the parents were out of town or whatever. Eddie
tried to give me a drink, but I wasn't interested in that. The music
was loud, the place filling up with cigarette smoke, and a lot of boys
were happy to see me.

"Hey Audrey!" and "Hi Audrey!" and "What's up, Audrey!" the guys said,
smiling and looking for some attention. The ones who were with their
girlfriends just pretended not to smile at me, but most of the girls
were hanging out together in small groups. At least the ones my age
did, but most of them didn't have boyfriends anyway. The older girls
were more relaxed and knew what was going on. The cheerleaders were
all there, of course, and they'd all decided to wear their cheer
outfits just to establish their superiority.

I wanted to be a cheerleader so bad I could taste it, but being just a
ninth grade freshman, I couldn't even be on the pep squad for another
year. Being fifteen, I'd already decided, was about the worst thing in
the world. I wasn't a little kid anymore and I wasn't grown up yet,
but stuck somewhere in the middle. If it wasn't for sex, I wouldn't
have had any fun at all.

"Let's find a bedroom," I told Eddie, holding the boy's hand and
pulling him through the crowded house.

"Uh, yeah!" he agreed with a grin, looking around as we climbed the
stairs to make sure everybody knew we were going to have sex.

He hadn't asked me out because he wanted to be my boyfriend, I knew
that. I'd let a couple of his friends fuck me and everyone knew I was
super easy. Guys asked me out all the time, but not on dates. They
asked me if I wanted a ride home from school or if I wanted to hang
out sometime, not go out for a movie. That had just been the excuse
for my parents to let me out of the house on a Friday night. Eddie had
asked me if I wanted to go to the party, that's all, and hadn't tried
to lie about liking me and wanting to be my boyfriend. I appreciated
his honesty, believe me.

At first all the guys thought they had to talk me into it somehow,
with vague promises of love and respect and all that, but eventually
they got the idea - I just wanted the sex, not the lies. I knew they
all thought they were banging me, but I didn't look at it that way at
all. I was banging them and if that made me a slut, what did it say
about the boys?

"Leave the door open," I told him, standing in someone's bedroom and
pulling my sweater over my head. It looked like a typical boy's room,
with sports posters all over the walls, an unmade bed, and a mountain
bike sitting in pieces near a bookcase full of junk.

"You sure?" Eddie asked and I just giggled.

"Definitely," I said, reaching behind me to unsnap my bra and I let it
fall off my tits. "Take off your pants. I wanna fuck."

He might have been shy, like most teenage boys are once you get them
alone, but Eddie was a virgin too and he didn't waste a lot of time.
He stared at my tits as I pushed my skirt down, my panties too, and
I'd already kicked off my shoes. I laid on the bed, getting
comfortable and spreading my legs as he undressed. I teased him with
my pussy, rubbing my fingers around my slit and feeling myself already
growing warm inside with anticipation.

"I, uh...I brought a rubber thing," he told me, remembering the foil
pack halfway through getting his jeans undone.

"It's okay," I told him. "I like to feel it."

"Oh." He stared at me for a second. "Cool."

"Hurry up!" I said, biting my lip as I pushed my finger between my
pussy lips. "I'm getting wet already."

"You are? Yeah. Okay, um..." he tried to balance awkwardly on one foot,
looking ridiculous in his white briefs. "This is gonna be so cool."

We didn't worry about a lot of foreplay or anything. Eddie climbed on
the bed naked as a jay bird and tried to jam his hard cock inside me
without so much as a kiss. He wanted to lose his virginity so badly
and I told him to relax, wincing and making faces and trying to slow
him down.

"Wait...Stop...Just let me do it," I breathed, reaching between us to grab
his erection.

"Sorry," he whispered, smiling sheepishly as I rubbed the head of his
dick up and down my slit.

"Feel that?" I asked him. "Stop...Don't push yet, let me...there...yeah,
right there."

"Ohhhh..." he sighed, widening his brown eyes as his penis found the
mouth of my vagina and I let him push through my fingers and into my
horny little hole.

"Uh-huh," I agreed, nodding my head and lifting my hips as he started
humping me slowly. "Take your time. Nice and slow, okay?"

I'd taught a lot of boys how to fuck and I held Eddie's waist tightly,
pinching the boy when he started getting too eager. I wrapped my legs
around his skinny butt, squeezing him so he couldn't pull back too
far. He didn't have a very amazing cock or anything, probably just
average sized for a guy his age, but it still felt nice for me. All
the lights were on and I enjoyed watching his face as he felt my hot
pussy sucking on his boner. I tightened my tummy and thighs, pulling
at the soft muscles inside my sex the way the article in Cosmopolitan
had told me to. I did vaginal exercises all the time, practicing with
Mark mostly, and I'd gotten really good at sex.

"You like that?" I asked him, feeling my pussy clamp down on his dick
and I could make a boy cum without moving at all.

"Yeah!" Eddie breathed, nodding his head seriously as I jerked him off
with my cunt. "That feels great, Audrey!"

"I know," I agreed with a giggle and the best thing about being able
to control those funny muscles was that it could make me cum too.

Eddie had to fuck me though. He didn't have the patience to leave his
cock buried to the hilt inside a girl and not move his hips. I didn't
mind. Getting pumped by a hard dick always felt wonderful and the bed
was soon banging against the wall in time with Eddie's desperate
thrusts. He kissed me too and I let him, but the truth was that I
never really got off on making out with a boy I didn't know very well.
I liked to save my kisses for Mark and Josh, and Kyle too, guys that I
really liked a lot. I'm not sure why, but that's just how I felt and I
only made out with Eddie for a couple of minutes.

He came pretty quickly anyway.

"I'm gonna cum!" he warned me. "I'm gonna uh uhhh...fuck!"

"Hmmm..." I sighed, hugging the boy to my tits as his cock spurted
inside me. I didn't cum or anything, but it felt good and I always
liked the weird sensation of hot semen inside my pussy. It didn't feel
like anything specific and sometimes I wondered if I could really feel
it at all, but I definitely felt Eddie's cock jerking against the
walls of my sex. I squeezed his dick with my legs scissored around
him, not wanting the boy to pull out right away. I wanted to savor the
moment and give a senior named Ted some time to get his pants off.

He'd been walking past the open door and I wondered if it was his
house, maybe even his bedroom. He'd watched Eddie fuck me, rubbing the
lump in his pants and finally deciding to take them off. He wasn't
even going to ask me if I wanted to fuck; as soon as I let Eddie climb
off me, Ted took his place.

"Hi," I said, smiling up at the boy and he must have been seventeen or
even eighteen already. His cock was big!

"Hey," he replied, finding my pussy on the first try and I gasped as
he fed me a good six inches of swollen penis. He grunted softly as he
really had to stretch my hole and at first my pussy didn't want to let
him inside, but he wasn't going to take no for an answer. I felt a
sweet cramping sensation until my body got used to his size and then
it felt nothing but good.

"Oh! That's...nice," I decided and Ted chuckled softly. He'd definitely
fucked a girl before.

We didn't say much more than that and I forgot all about Eddie. The
fat cock between my thighs felt delicious and after taking a load of
ball cream, Ted could really hammer my pussy. I brought my legs up
high as the boy got his arms under my knees and spread me wide. I
probably looked kind of funny like that and I heard some guys talking
about us, laughing as they stood around the open doorway watching. I
didn't know if Eddie had gone downstairs to tell everyone he'd just
fucked me or if the guys had come upstairs on their own initiative,
but I had an audience now and that got me off.

I came all over Ted's cock, moaning loudly as the bed squeaked and the
headboard slapped the wall. I scratched his back through his shirt,
since he'd only taken off his pants, and begged him to fuck me deeper
and faster. My ass had rolled upward off the bed and I could feel his
hairy balls tickling my butt. Seniors definitely know how to fuck
better than freshman, especially big, strong football player guys like
Ted. Jesus! He fucked me good and the boy didn't cum for five minutes
probably, which was awesome for me. Most of the boys I fucked came
like a minute or two after they got inside, so this seemed like an
eternity for me.

"Ugh!" he grunted, only that, and I felt Ted's prick shooting off
somewhere near my cervix probably. He'd pushed his dick as deeply as
possible, holding himself there while I shivered beneath him. We were
hot and sticky, panting for air and smiling. It had been a seriously
sweet fuck.

"Thanks," I breathed as he let me go, allowing my legs to fall to the
bed and my whole body just sagged. I'd had a good cum, a real one, and
I felt kind of drunk with it.

A junior named Ben took Ted's place and he was kind of fat with a
short dick, but a thick one anyway. He'd never fucked a girl before
and almost came before he even got inside me, but the boy after him
was better. A black guy named Raymond, and his cock wasn't much
different from anybody else's. I'd sort of wondered if black guys
really had huge cocks, and I'm sure some of them do, but not all of
them apparently. Still, I wasn't disappointed and it was kinda cool to
fuck a black guy for the very first time. At least nobody could call
me a racist or anything.

By that time everyone at the party knew the guys were pulling a train
on me and I wasn't going to say no to any of them. The hard part was
getting a couple boys to do me at the same time, but once I got on my
hands and knees, they got the idea. I sucked off Tyler while Lance
fucked me and a few minutes later I found myself jerking off Darryl at
the same time. I ended up sitting on Calvin, riding his cock while I
sucked Mikey and jerked off the Williamson twins, Jamie and Tracie.
That worked pretty good and I had one little cum after another.

"Look out...Get out of the way," I heard Mark coming and he had Josh and
Kyle with him.

"Fuck," Josh said, pushing his way closer to the bed.

"Do you know what time it is?" Mark asked, or something like that. I
was actually feeling pretty dizzy by then. "Mom's gonna kill you."

"What?" I blinked at him, sort of frozen mid-grind as I rode some
boy's skinny dick and I didn't even know his name, but I'd seen him
around.

"Hey! Leave her alone," some guy said and a bunch of other voices
chimed in. The party had moved upstairs and there must have been two
dozen boys standing around, drinking beer, and waiting for their turns
with me.

"I didn't cum yet!" the boy I was fucking complained, but Mark had
already pulled me off him. Off the bed too and my brother looked a
little pissed.

"I think I got all her clothes," Kyle said and I giggled, which only
got me a frown from Mark.

"It's after midnight," he told me. "We gotta get you home."

"Already?" I frowned too, wondering where all the time had gone. Eddie
was supposed to have brought me back home by eleven.

I was a total mess, of course, having no idea how many boys I'd
fucked. A lot of them probably and I'd been on the bed for three
hours. I cleaned myself up in the bathroom and my pussy looked raw and
red, gaping and looking a lot bigger than it usually did. I really
wanted a bath, but I barely had time for a shower and I rubbed my
tummy, feeling it full of semen. I'd sucked off a dozen boys, I bet,
even more than that. I swallowed too and my stomach churned and every
time I burped I could taste semen. I had cum all over my face and my
tits had hickeys. I didn't remember who gave me the first love bite,
but after I got it, they'd seemed to multiply like magic. My nipples
especially, they were tender and bruised after being chewed by some of
the boys.

Getting gang-banged could be kind of hard on a girl, I realized. I
felt sore all over because some of those guys had liked to pull me
this way or that, twisting my body around so I could suck and fuck
them three or four at a time. At least nobody had tried to fuck my
butt. I wouldn't have stopped them, but I hadn't invited any of the
boy's to do me back there either. I kind of thought of it as a special
thing just for Josh, but as I washed myself in the shower I kind of
wished I'd let a couple of the guys sandwich me. I let Mark and Josh
double team me all the time, usually while I sucked off Kyle, and that
felt amazing. Having all three of my holes stuffed with cock. I should
have done it at the party and that was about my only regret.

I guess that sounds kind of crazy, huh?

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"Are you crazy?" Stacy blinked at me. "How many guys did you do it
with?"

"Um..." I shrugged. "Last night? Or all together, you mean?"

"I always stick up for you, Audrey," she said, twisting on the
flexible rubber seat of the swing. It was our spot, you know, for when
we wanted to talk serious.

"I know," I replied and looked at the rusty chain links under my
fingers.

"Everybody says you're a slut and I tell them they're wrong."

"Yeah."

"And now you're telling me it's true?"

"I like it," I said. "I dunno, Stace. When I see some guys or whatever
and they smile at me..."

"Every guy smiles at you!"

"I know!" I giggled, but then I caught her scowl and stopped.

"Ugly girls are supposed to be sluts," she told me. "You're not!
You're supposed to be teasing them and stuff."

"Like you?" I asked with a grin. We were in ninth grade already,
fifteen-year-old high school girls, and Stacy wouldn't even let a boy
feel her tits.

"I'm just having fun!"

"Me too."

"You did it with half the guys in school!"

"Not that many!" I retorted.

"That's what you just told me!" Stacy laughed. "You said you fucked
half the boys and..."

"Yeah, but..." I laughed too. "I sorta lied. I only did it with like
thirty guys so far."

"Thirty?" Her hazel eyes got big and Stacy shook her head. "You're
crazy."

"Do you think so?" I asked her seriously, because that's why I'd
brought it up in the first place. Actually, I'd probably fucked closer
to fifty guys all told, but thirty sounded like a lot anyway and I
didn't want to brag.

"Yeah," she said. "Do you even have a boyfriend?"

"You know I don't."

"I thought I knew a lot of things," Stacy pouted. "You're gonna get
like a disease or something."

"They're all virgins mostly."

"Pregnant? Ever heard of that?"

"I got birth control pills."

"You do?" She looked at me sharply, but I wasn't sure why that would
be so shocking.

"Of course," I told her. "I'm not stupid, Stace!"

"Except you let thirty guys fuck you," she snorted. "That's pretty
sick."

"Maybe," I sighed. "I think my mom and dad are getting suspicious."

"Why?"

"Cause some of the kids at school have big mouths," I explained. "Like
Mrs. Cartwright heard about me and she told my mom."

"Heard what?"

"That I'm the biggest slut in school or something."

"Oh." Stacy frowned. "She's a bitch, kinda."

"Yeah," I agreed. "My mom asked me if I was getting teased or
anything."

"She did?"

"And then started telling me I'm not what anybody says I am as long as
I'm always good for God or something."

"Your mom's kinda weird."

"I know." I nodded. "But I knew what she meant, like she heard I'm a
slut or whatever."

"But she didn't believe it?" Stacy nodded as well. "Yeah."

"She thinks I'm still a virgin."

"I bet!"

"Telling me how proud she is that I'm saving myself for the right man
and all that."

"She's gonna kill you when she finds out," Stacy predicted.

"My dad too."

"Can I have your jewelry and stuff?"

"Shut-up!"

"I mean, if you're gonna be dead anyway..."

"It isn't funny."

Stacy wouldn't stop giggling and I should have known better than to
ask her for help. I wasn't even sure what I needed though. I liked
having sex a lot. It's practically all I wanted to do and just seeing
a hot boy made me wanna jump his bones. It wasn't uncontrollable or
whatever, but I wasn't shy either. I'd asked guys to fuck me a couple
times, out of the blue without even knowing their names.

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Actually, by the time I'd turned sixteen picking up stray boys had
become second nature to me...

"Hi!"

"Hey!" He smiled at me, standing by the bathrooms at the mall.

"Are you waiting for someone?" I asked, tossing my black hair out of
my eyes and posing with my braless tits pushing against my sweater.

"Uh, yeah..." He looked over his shoulder. "My girlfriend's kinda using
the bathroom."

"Oh." I took a deep breath and let it out softly. "I kinda wanted you
to fuck me."

"What?" He tilted his head and smiled the way people do when they hear
something completely unexpected.

He looked around like the police were coming any second to haul him
away, the girlfriend police, but I'd seen her and she wasn't all that.
I figured I looked a lot hotter than her, younger for sure since this
guy had to be like twenty or something. A college guy with the letter
jacket and all; he was really cute and I'd been stalking him for half
an hour waiting for my chance.

"The boy's bathroom in Sears," I suggested softly. "It locks on the
inside."

"You mean it? But..."

"I'm gonna go there right now," I told him. "Don't take too long."

There might have been one chance in a hundred he'd ditch me. I mean,
I'd picked up five guys like that over the last six months or so, and
none of them had turned me down. It would probably happen sooner or
later, but not this time. Three minutes after I got to the Sears,
pretending like the family portrait studio was totally amazing, he
showed up all by himself. I had no idea what he'd told his girlfriend
and I didn't care. She could fuck someone else, I was gonna do her
guy.

"We gotta be quick," I whispered, sitting on the toilet and pushing my
panties down under my skirt.

"What's your name?" he asked, unzipping his pants as I spread my legs
and showed him my sexy pussy.

I had a thin strip of black pubic hair to go along with my ripe tits,
and I'd grown up a lot over the last couple years. No longer skinny
little Audrey with boyish hips and speed bumps, I'd added six inches
of height and maybe twenty pounds of serious curves. Lots of people
thought I had to be a model or something, and I wanted to be, but my
mom wouldn't let me. School came first, but I could have been! That's
what everyone told me and I believed it. Why else would this guy want
to risk everything just to fuck me in a boy's bathroom? I could make
men do stupid things.

"Don't worry about it," I breathed, reaching for his pants because his
fingers didn't seem to be working right.

"You're really pretty," he said, trying to sell me something I'd
already bought.

"I know."

"I mean, like...beautiful."

"Yeah," I sighed, wrapping my fingers around a nice, semi-hard dick.
"Everybody says that."

"Oh fuck!" He winced when I took his dick in my mouth, but not from
pain.

"Mmmph..." I washed the head of his penis and pulled my mouth off. "Tell
me before you cum. I wanna fuck."

"Y-Yeah. Okay." He nodded quickly and his fingers were tentative as
they slipped into my hair, but not for long.

Lots of guys cum too quickly, I'd noticed, probably because their
girlfriends don't take care of them. Boys have needs, I'd learned that
from my brother and Josh, and Kyle too. We were all still best friends
and I fucked one or all of them just about everyday. If I got my
period, I usually just sucked them off, since they were sort of
squeamish about that for some reason. Being on the pill though, my
menses came about every five weeks and only lasted a couple days.
Every time I had to get a new prescription, the doctor told me to stop
for a month and let my body relax, but I never did. I liked fucking
too much.

He wasn't even a real doctor anyway; otherwise why would he be working
at a free health clinic?

This guy had definite needs and I didn't stop him when he gripped my
head tighter and began pushing with his hips. I didn't hold his dick,
but grabbed his ass instead. He had a nice one and I pulled him into
me, sucking those fat six inches like a starving girl. He wasn't long,
but thick and I didn't mind. Small dicks, big dicks, skinny or fat,
circumcised or not, I just love cock! They're all beautiful in their
own special, unique ways.

While he fucked my mouth, I used one hand to free his balls. He had a
warm, damp scrotum and I could smell the man's sweat. What an awesome
odor! It made me tingle and I like sweaty guys for some reason. They
just smell good, even that sort of sour onion scent that they get in
their pits. It sounds really gross, I know, but I'm a girl anyway and
I can't help it. I know plenty of guys who like my sweaty smell too
and Kyle likes to lick my underarms! Seriously. How weird is that? He
doesn't even want me to shave them and says French girls are hot
because they're all natural or whatever.

I don't care. I shave my underarms anyway, except I don't have to do
it very often. It is pretty awesome getting my armpits licked though,
especially while Kyle's pushing his cock inside my pussy. It's almost
like making love or something, except I don't love anybody that way!
Not even my brother. I'd never met the guy who could make me fall head-
over-heels in love and I sort of doubted he existed at all. Boys were
made for fucking. Use 'em and lose 'em, that's my motto and why I
didn't bother trying to introduce myself to the guy in the bathroom.

The last thing I needed was someone falling in love with me! And that
happened more than you might believe.

Anyway, I loved the way this guy fucked my mouth. I could take more
than half his cock easily and he held my head so nicely, so gently as
he moved his hips. Sometimes I kept my lips tight and swallowed all
the juices, the spit and precum mixing on my tongue, and other times
I'd open my mouth wider. I'd give him a loose hole to fuck and the
clear fluid would run down his shaft and drip off my chin. I'd give
him my blue eyes and turn my face so that his cockhead would push my
cheek outward, one side and then the other. He'd never had a blowjob
before, not a real one, I could tell and he wanted to cum in my mouth
so badly.

"I'm gonna cum," he breathed. "Okay?"

"Mmmm..." I closed my lips tightly around the shaft and he pumped my
mouth with short, quick strokes.

The guy held my head tightly and I didn't mind. Most guys like to do
that for some reason, as if I might change my mind at the last second
and try to get away. He grunted softly, holding me against him with
his spurting penis tickling the entrance to my throat. His semen
tasted rich and salty, slightly sour the way it sometimes does, and
delicious to me. I swallowed as quickly as he gave it to me, looking
up at him all the while.

"That was great," he whispered, watching as I began sucking his cock
clean. "That was the best. Jeeze!"

"Umm hmmm..." I agreed.

I could feel his dick starting to soften, but I wanted some real sex.
My pussy felt so empty it almost hurt and I needed a cock inside me
desperately after that bit of foreplay.

"Hey, um...I gotta go," he said, glancing over his shoulder at the
locked door. "My girlfriend's probably wondering where I am."

"No." I shook my head and held his wet dick in my hand, stroking him
as I caught my breath. "Fuck me first. Put it in my pussy."

"I'd love to fuck you, but..." He looked at his watch. "She's waiting
for me though. I told her I'd be right back and..."

"So? She'll wait," I whispered, standing up so I could turn around.
"Like this. Fuck me from behind, it'll be good."

"Jesus." He swallowed hard as I spread my legs, standing over the
toilet with my hands against the wall.

"Pull up my skirt," I told him. "Don't get it all messy."

"Yeah," he breathed, pushing my short skirt around my waist and I
wiggled my ass just for him. "Fuck. You are so gorgeous. You know
that?"

"Yeah," I said with a soft giggle. "Put it in my pussy. Hurry up. I
need it."

As soon as he saw my sexy round ass and moist pussy, all pink and
drooling with excitement, he forgot all about his stupid girlfriend.
The man's cock had grown stiff as steel once again, three minutes
after dumping a healthy load of ball juice in my mouth, and I smiled
as I felt his erection splitting the folds of my ready sex. I'd fucked
so many guys that I wasn't totally tight or anything, not anymore, but
I wasn't some worn out fuck sack either. Being only sixteen, I still
had a snug vagina anyway, and I'd learned how to work those little
muscles too.

He slid into me easily, every inch of his penis pushing past the mouth
of my sex, and I rolled my ass just to savor the moment. My body
tingled and my nipples were ready to pop, my tummy full of sparklers
waiting to explode with the orgasm I needed so desperately. He knew
what I wanted and I liked the way he grabbed my hips and started
riding my cunt hard and fast, jamming his prick inside my pussy with
wild abandon. Maybe he hadn't forgotten about his girlfriend
completely and wanted to get off as quickly as he could, but I didn't
mind. I loved getting fucked like that.

"Uh fuck...You like that?" he asked and I giggled breathlessly.

"Uh-huh!" I pushed myself back to meet his cock. "Fuck me!"

"I am!" he panted. "I'm fucking you good now!"

"Yeah," I agreed, sorta wishing he'd shut-up because I was about to
cum. "You're a stud."

I came before he did and it was a nice one. I didn't have one of those
huge, knee-buckling orgasms, but it still felt pretty awesome and he
rode my quivering pussy all the way through it. He didn't bother
asking if he could cum inside me or not, the guy just slammed his cock
as deep as he could get it and let loose with another small flood of
semen. I felt his penis jerking around inside me, the half-real and
half-imagined sensation of man cum shooting into my hole.

It felt good for both of us and he stayed inside me for a minute
before pulling out. He came to his senses quickly, too quickly as I
wanted to suck his cock clean and taste our fuck, but he just wanted
to get out of there. I looked over my shoulder, feeling hot and sticky
with sweat, still buzzing on the high of my orgasm. He'd started
putting his dick away, fixing his boxers and his pants, catching his
breath and looking pink-faced and nervous. The guy had just fucked a
high school girl in the Sears bathroom and now he wanted to make his
escape. I'd seen that look before.

"I better go," he said, looking almost apologetic.

"Yeah. I guess so." I shrugged. "Thanks for the fuck."

"Uhhh..." He blinked at me and I think he realized what I meant.

He was the slut, not me. I'd been the one fucking him and none of it
really mattered as long as I'd gotten off on it. He was the one
cheating on his girlfriend and I didn't really wish any trouble on the
guy, but it would be kind of funny if she smelled my pussy all over
his dick later. Maybe she'd even start sucking it in the movie
theater, wondering why he tasted different. That would be kind of
cool, I thought.

=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=

I felt kind of like super girl, you know?

"Audrey?" Mr. Robbins looked up from his desk. "What is it?"

"Ummm..." I glanced at the open door to his classroom just to make sure
we were alone. "The book report thing, I was wondering if I could
kinda...skip it."

I smiled at him, holding my books to my tummy and sort of turning on
my hips and I'd practiced that look. I'd practiced licking my cherry
flavored lips, shaking the hair out of my eyes, and drawing a soft,
deep breath and holding it just long enough to make sure he got a good
look at my tits.

"That's, uh..." He blinked and smiled, lifting his eyes to find mine.
"Sorry. What did you say?"

"Isn't there some way I could do something else for you?"

"Audrey..."

"I don't wanna read some boring old book," I sighed. "I'll do anything
to get out of it, Mr. Robbins..."

He looked at the door and swallowed hard.

"...Anything at all." I bit my bottom lip, tilting my head and trying to
find his eyes again.

"Is this, um..." he cleared his throat. "This is some kind of joke,
right?"

"Uh-uh," I breathed. "I'm totally serious."

"Audrey, I think you'd better..."

"Close the door?" I offered with a light laugh and the man had gone
pale.

"No," he said. "You go to lunch and we'll just forget about...this."

Mr. Robbins took a deep breath of his own and let it out slowly as he
stood up.

"Are you sure?" I widened my eyes and pinched the hem of my cheer
skirt, pulling it up slowly.

"I'm your teacher," he said. "I'm married and...No...You have to, um..."

He could see my pink thong as it barely covered my neatly shaved
pussy. I didn't bother with cheer shorts since they just got the way
when I needed a quick fuck at school. A dozen boys were waiting for
me, even more than that probably, hanging around the cafeteria in the
hopes that I'd pick one of them. I always did, usually two or three of
them, because I loved getting gangbanged for lunch. My English teacher
should have realized just how lucky he was to be getting my undivided
attention.

"It's a one time offer," I told him in my best little girl voice. "I'm
not gonna ask you again, Mr. Robbins."

"Jesus..." he sighed, watching as I pulled my thong between my pussy
lips.

"Don't you wanna teach me anything...special?" I waited for ten seconds
maybe and let my thong go. "Okay. Bye."

My skirt fell down and I turned away from him, walking towards the
door without looking back. It was his loss and I could get someone to
write the stupid report for me, that wasn't the issue. I'd just wanted
to see what I could get away with, but I guess Mr. Robbins had real
character. I found it kind of surprising actually; so many men didn't,
in my experience.

=--=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=

"What do you think that means?" I asked Stacy in the shower after
cheer practice.

"Why would you wanna do it with him anyway?" she countered. "He looks
like a troll."

"So?" I squeezed some shampoo onto my palm. "Can a guy really say no?"

"He did."

"I think I scared him."

"You scare me!" She laughed, squinching her eyes so she could rinse
the shampoo out of her hair. "Maybe he's gay."

"He's married, plus his dick was hard," I told her. "Looked like he
had a nice one too."

"Did you fuck my boyfriend?"

"What?" I froze for a second, wondering where that came from.

"Did you fuck Tommy?"

"Why?" I tried smiling. "Did he say I did?"

"No," Stacy replied, turning off her shower. "He totally denies it."

"I didn't fuck him."

"I don't believe you."

"What are you bringing it up for then?" I laughed at her. "God! Why
now?"

"Just tell me."

"I did tell you." I stuck my head under the water and started rinsing
the shampoo out of my hair.

She waited for me.

"Stacy!" I blinked my eyes and squeezed water out of my hair, wringing
it out over my shoulder.

"You're such a slut."

"If I fucked him, I'd tell you," I said. "You know I would."

"I know," she agreed. "But I still don't believe you."

"What does that mean?" I followed her out of the showers. "Alright!
Fine! I fucked him. I banged the shit out of your boyfriend. Happy?"

"Really?" She narrowed her eyes.

"No!" I snorted. "I'm being sarcastic!"

"You're so completely mean sometimes."

"Me? I'm never mean!"

=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=

"Uh! Tommy! Like that! Uh-huh!" I loved fucking Stacy's boyfriend.
"Drill me! Fuck! Harder! Yessss..."

The boy had me on my back with my legs over his shoulders, throwing
his dick balls deep into my horny cunt as quickly as he could. I
licked my left knee, just because I could, and giggled with the raw
euphoria of cumming for the third or fourth time in less than five
minutes. Something about nailing my best friend's boyfriend just
totally got me off, especially since we were in Stacy's house and on
her bed.

"I'm gonna...cum...Audrey..." he groaned and I nodded.

"Do it! Blow inside me! Fuck! Me!" I gasped, feeling his cock jerking
against the quivering walls of my sex. I felt something warm and
soothing inside me, a flood of hot boy juice to mix with mine.

"Jesus!" He licked his grinning lips a moment later. "You're such a
slut!"

"I know," I agreed. "You can take your dick out of me now."

"You're not gonna tell Stacy," Tommy said slowly. "Right?"

"What do you think?" I asked, dropping my legs as he got off me. "We
made a mess on her bed."

"Please...Don't."

"I won't!" I rolled my eyes. "I didn't fuck you cause of her."

"Okay." He sounded like he didn't believe me as he pushed his dick
back into his pants. We hadn't undressed at all.

"Next time, um...Bring some friends, okay? I like it."

"What?"

"More guys," I told him, pulling my stained panties back into place
and smoothing my skirt. "This was okay, but...You've got friends,
right?"

"Fuck." Tommy shook his head. "Everybody says you're a nympho."

"Yeah," I said with a giggle. "I am. We'd better get back downstairs."

Ten minutes later I gave Stacy a scrunch of my nose and jerked my head
towards the bathroom. Her parents were gone and she'd decided to have
a small party, just a couple dozen friends from school, but small
parties never stay that way. She had about a hundred kids trying to
trash her house.

"You gotta help me get these guys out of here!" she said once I'd
locked us in the bathroom for some privacy. "Audrey! Please!"

"I will," I promised. "But I gotta tell you something first."

"What?"

"Promise you won't get mad?"

"Huh? Whatever. Tell me."

"No! You gotta promise," I told her. "Swear you won't get mad at me."

"What did you do?" Stacy narrowed her eyes and I shrugged.

"Promise?"

"Yeah, I promise," she sighed, but I knew she only gave in so easily
because of the stress. Stacy was going to be in so much trouble it
wasn't even funny.

"Tommy fucked me."

"What?"

"On your bed," I told her. "Like ten minutes ago."

"You bitch!"

"You said you wouldn't get mad!"

"Cunt! Fuck you!"

"Fine! Whatever," I sighed. "You're such a liar, Stace."

"Get out of here!"

"Don't worry, I'm leaving," I said, reaching for the doorknob, but she
stopped me.

"What did you do that for?"

"Because..." I shrugged. "I can."

"God!"

"And you thought I did anyway, so now you're right." I smiled at her.
"Happy?"

"No!"

"See?" I held out my hands. "There's just no pleasing you. Anyway,
he's got a little dick. You weren't missing out on anything."

"Fuck you!"

"Lotta sperm though." I pulled up my skirt and we both looked at my
wet panties. "He just couldn't get it very deep."

"I hate you sometimes."

"I know," I sighed. "Sorry. Come on; let's get everyone out of here."

"What are you gonna do?"

"Help you clean up! Duh!" I rolled my eyes. "Your mom's gonna blame me
if she finds out you had a party."

"Yeah." Stacy giggled, but not very happily. At least we were still
friends and she dumped Tommy the next day.

=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=

"See? I'm doing you a favor," I explained. "Every time you get a
boyfriend..."

"Audrey..." she sighed, hiding behind an old issue of Seventeen like it
was a brick wall.

"...I'm going to try and fuck him."

"Please, tell me you're joking."

"I'm totally serious," I told her as I painted my toenails red. "I'll
be fair about it though. I mean, like with Tommy..."

"What about Tommy?"

"I told him it wasn't going to mean anything," I said. "I told him he
could fuck me all he wanted, but I wasn't going to be his girlfriend."

"So?"

"So, that's the test!" I stretched out my leg. "Blow on my toes for
me."

"No."

"Please?"

"I don't even know what you're talking about."

"It's simple," I said patiently. "If a guy fucks me because he thinks
we're in love, well...That's totally reasonable. You can't blame him for
that."

"I can't?" Stacy rolled her eyes.

"No! Like, if you're with a guy and then you meet Prince Charming and
fall crazy head-over-heels in love, you'll fuck him and you won't even
care about your boyfriend."

"Uhhh..."

"If I tell a boy I love him and I want to have his babies and I'll
never, ever leave him, then you're not gonna matter."

"Thanks a lot!"

"I don't mean it that way, just that people date the wrong person
while they wait for the right person."

"You're crazy.

"I am not! Anyway, if you get a boyfriend and I tell him, you can fuck
me behind Stacy's back, but that's all it is..."

"And he does it..."

"...You'd want to know what a lying, cheating bastard he is, right?"

"Maybe."

"Shut-up!" I snorted.

"What did you tell Tommy?"

"I asked him if he wanted to fuck me."

"That's all?"

"Just like that," I agreed. "You're better off without him."

"So you're going to fuck all my boyfriends for me," Stacy said. "I
appreciate it. Thanks."

"No problem."

"What if I ask you not to?"

"I won't," I told her. "I've never ever not one time in my life lied
to you and you know it."

"Maybe."

"But if you ask me not to fuck a guy because you love him or marry him
or whatever, and then you accuse me of fucking him?" I shook my head.

"You mean like with Tommy."

"I'll fuck him for sure," I promised. "And I'll make sure everybody
knows."

"I'm sorry I didn't believe you," Stacy said with a frown.

"I accept your apology," I replied with a smile. "I only did it
because I love you."

"Right!"

"Blow on my toes now."

"Okay," she sighed, tossing her magazine aside and I giggled as she
climbed onto her bed. My toes were already dry.

Stacy sat against the headboard and I scooted around on my back,
getting comfortable until I lay between her spread legs. Her knees
were touching my hips and all we wore were our panties, not even bras
or t-shirts or anything. That wasn't completely unusual for us though
and our barely covered pussies were only an inch or two apart as I
lifted my right leg, bending my knee and bringing my foot to her
mouth. She held me with both hands, looking at my freshly painted toes
and frowning.

"They're already dry," Stacy said and I shrugged, curling my big toe
until it touched her lips.

"Kiss it for me."

"I'm not gonna kiss your foot!" she said, jerking her head with a soft
thump. "Ouch!"

"That's what you get!" I laughed and pushed my foot closer. "Do it,
Stacy. Kiss my toes."

"No!" She made a face, but didn't really try to stop me as I touched
her mouth again, pulling her bottom lip down slightly.

My hands were on Stacy's legs, stroking her smooth thighs while I lay
there smiling up at her. She looked so pretty, and small goosebumps
appeared on her arms, even as her skin turned pink. She held my foot,
one hand cupping the heel while the other moved from the top of my
foot, across my ankle, and along my shin. I kept playing with her
lips, lush and pale pink, moist and opening just for me. We'd never
fooled around before, but I'd always wanted to and I hoped Stacy did
too.

"Kiss me," I whispered, bending my left knee and Stacy blinked rapidly
as my other foot found her right breast. I pressed the soft arch
against her flesh, covering her nipple and feeling it stiff and
rubbery.

"Audrey..." she breathed, not kissing my toes, but opening her mouth and
letting me push my big toe inside.

"Suck on it," I told her, caressing her breast with my foot, working
her firm boob around like a boy groping her on a first date.

Everything felt right, that's all I can say. When I'd been painting my
toes and talking with her, I'd had the idea and it just...felt right.
The same way I knew instinctively how to seduce a boy, and in all
honesty that's about as hard as falling out of a tree. Seducing my
best friend should have been a little more difficult, I thought, but
it wasn't.

Stacy pulled my toe into her mouth, closing her lips around it and
using her tongue. Her green eyes, usually bright and lively, had grown
soft with a dull sheen that belied her excitement. I tugged at her
legs, shifting my hips and sliding my butt closer. Our pussies were
almost touching and I turned my head so I could kiss her skin, licking
along the girl's calf and down to her ankle. When she bent her knee, I
could kiss her foot and I took three of her small toes into my mouth.

I didn't know why I liked that so much, but having sex with Stacy
wasn't the same as doing it with a boy. Everything seemed slower and
more deliberate, as if we had all the time in the world. Boys were
little more than cocks. A boy and his penis were the same thing to me,
but Stacy...Her whole body filled me with lust. I wanted to lick every
inch of her, and I did. We played twister on the bed and we spent an
hour doing nothing but licking and kissing each other without ever
touching lips.

She pushed her face under my arm, dragging her tongue along the soft
hollow of my armpit. I bit and nibbled at her waist, chewing on the
thin baby fat clinging stubbornly to her hips. Stacy kissed along my
spine, all the way from the dimple at the top of my ass up to my neck.
I washed the back of her knees while I pulled the girl's panties off
and before we ever tasted each other's mouths, we were sucking each
other's pussies.

We fell into a sixty-nine so easily, so naturally that I think it
surprised us both. I found Stacy's cunt small and already juicy with
her tangy arousal. I licked and kissed around her slit, exploring the
soft swell of her lightly furred vulva at first. She had blonde pubic
hair, short and wiry and ticklish as I felt it against my face. Her
skin felt amazingly soft, as if the girl was made of butter and I
especially liked her lips, the coral pink labia that grew thick and
dark as I pulled them into my mouth.

Stacy did the same for me, playing copycat as she tried to follow my
lead. When I stiffened my tongue and pushed it inside her small
vagina, she began tongue fucking me as well. I wanted to get deep
inside her, but my tongue wasn't long enough to do much more than
tease the mouth of her cunt. I lapped at her clitoris, flicking my
tongue across it as rapidly as I could, discovering the key to my best
friend's climax.

She began hunching her hips and moaning into my sex as I grabbed her
ass and squeezed. I held the girl steady for my attentions, desperate
to make her cum and taste Stacy's orgasm. I'd never fucked a girl in
my life and I wanted to drink the experience and keep it forever. I
closed my lips around her clit, pinching that nub of flesh and teasing
the tip with my tongue. I slid my hand between her thighs from behind,
pushing my middle finger inside her pussy and began pumping her
quickly. I fucked the girl while I sucked her off and Stacy came with
a high pitched gasp, clamping her thighs to my ears and letting loose
with a flood of juice.

My turn came just a minute or two later, after Stacy had calmed down
and could concentrate on rewarding me the same way. I got her on her
back and sat on my best friend's face, holding her tits and grinding
my cunt on her tongue. That's what I liked the best, not having my
clit sucked, but just riding the girl's hungry mouth. I pinched and
pulled her nipples, rocking my hips and shutting my eyes as my orgasm
burst deep in my tummy. I covered her face with girl goo, just as
Stacy had painted mine, and it took me a few minutes to catch my
breath.

"Are we gay now?" she asked me seriously, laying side by side and
hugging each other tightly.

"Shut-up!" I giggled, rocking my body just so I could feel my tits
rubbing against hers while we made out.

I nursed on her tongue and fed Stacy mine, tasting our cum as we
shared it between us. She didn't kiss like a boy either and we soon
discovered that we could bring each other off that way too. We
fingered each other while we kissed, our arms and legs all tangled up,
our sticky bodies moving against each other. I felt Stacy's cunt spasm
around my fingers and I breathed her orgasm into my lungs. That first
time with her might have been the best sex of my life, but maybe I
only thought so because I loved her so much.


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