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Subject: {ASS} {MichaelD} "Bad Girls" (Mf, Mff, teen) (1/1)
From: michaeld38@aol.com (MichaelD38)
Date: 2 Feb 1999 21:10:34 GMT
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AUTHOR'S NOTE
This little story began as part of my abortive attempt to update
John Cleland's classic "Fanny Hill: Memoirs of a Woman of Pleasure."
I was not very far into that project before I discovered how tedious
rewriting someone else's fiction can be. I further discovered that
recasting Fanny as a wise-cracking late 1990's teen substantially
changed the character of the book, enough that it began to seem as if I
were simply writing a story about a young girl who has a lot of sex
instead of a true adaptation. After struggling with it off and on for
several months, I finally gave up and went to work on something else.
What I discovered, however, was that the character I had created
was unwilling to be shoved aside so easily. She continued to bug me,
and one day, it occurred to me that I could put her to work in another
story. Once I came up with an interesting premise, the idea took off
on its own, and this piece was the result. This is essentially a
return to the raunchy teenage romps of "Orange County Babylon" and the
"Summer Camp" stories, about which more than a few people have been
badgering me. It's quite short compared to those works, but I think
it's as long as it needs to be.
Intelligent comments and criticisms will receive appropriate
responses. Flames and juvenile slobbering go straight to the recycling
bin.
BAD GIRLS
Copyright 1999 by MichaelD38@aol.com
People v. Scott McDaniels, # ICR 32539
PC: 261.5, 288a, 998
Initial Investigation File
Content summary:
1. Interview transcript, Crosby, Kaitlyn; February 1, 1999
INTERVIEW OF KAITLYN CROSBY
FEBRUARY 1, 1999
START TAPE
Are we going now? Okay. What? Kaitlyn Crosby. K-A-I-T-L-Y-N
C-R-O-S-B-Y. June 16th, 1984. I'm fifteen.
Look, if you really want to hear this story, quit staring at my
tits, okay? Yes, I saw you. Don't act like you weren't.
You know what I've never understood? Why being fifteen is so
illegal. I mean, if we were in India or some shit, I'd probably have
three kids by now.
What? Jeez, I'll get to that. Give me a fucking a chance.
Oh, fuck you. I'll say "fuck" if I fucking want to. Anyway,
this all started after me and my mom moved. We lived in this dump a
few blocks from the mall in Reseda, and Mom got a better job, so she
wanted to move to a different apartment. We only moved about four
blocks, so it didn't matter much to me, except that my room was a
little nicer.
At this last place, there was this old bat who lived across the
hall who my mom got to baby-sit me when she went out, so when we moved,
I thought maybe I would get to watch myself for a change. See, my mom
goes out drinking and partying all the time. Every fucking weekend,
she goes out with her stupid friends, and instead of getting to do
stuff with my friends, I had to sit home with this old bag who smelled
like Lysol or something. I bet she drank the stuff, because half the
time she came over, she was as wasted as my mom was when she got home.
Yeah, that's what I said. My mom left me with a drunk. At least
this bat would let me hang out in my room instead of bugging me. But
about all I ever got to do was talk on the phone with my friend Becca,
except once in a while Mom would let me sleep over with her.
So, anyway, after we moved in, my mom must have gotten friendly
with this guy, 'cause come Friday night, she goes, "Kaitlyn, honey, I'm
going out, I asked the man across the hall to watch out for you."
I go, "Who?"
"His name is Scott. He's nice. He's a student at Cal. State
Northridge, so you two should get along okay."
Right, just like I said. My mom's the one who got us together.
So blame her if you want to blame somebody.
Now, when she leaves, I'm thinking, "she got some college guy to
baby-sit me? This might be cool." But I sit around waiting and
nothing happens. I start to wonder if he's really coming over or if
she just asked him to look out the peephole in his door once in a
while.
After she's been gone about fifteen minutes, I decide to go over
and see if this guy is even home. I think about maybe dressing up a
little, but then think that I don't want to get all decked out if he
turns out to be a turd or something. So I go across the hall and
knock.
The door opens, and I guess you can say I was a little
disappointed. He wasn't that cute. He was about six feet I guess,
which is a lot taller than me, but he was kinda skinny. Plus he had
long hair, in a ponytail, and he looked a little old to be in college.
But his eyes were pretty, kind of like this lapis bracelet I used to
have until this bitch in my class stole it. At least I think she did.
But the clasp had gotten loose, so maybe it just--
All right, I'm getting there. Just let me tell the story the way
I want to.
So anyway, he answers the door, I go, "Hi, I'm Kaitlyn. From
across the hall."
He goes, "Oh. Hi. How you doing?"
"My mom asked you to watch me or something?"
"Uh, yeah. She just asked if I'd check up on you later."
Then he just stood there not saying anything, and I was standing
in his doorway playing with my hair, so I went, "You go to CSUN?"
"Yeah. I'm in grad school, though."
"Oh. You looked kinda old for college."
"Yeah."
"So, um, can I come in?"
What? I don't know, I was bored or something, jeez. I didn't
just look at him and think, "I have to fuck him this instant." Give me
a break.
Anyway, he says, "Sure," and just walks back into his apartment.
So I went in with him, and start looking around. His place smelled a
little funny at first, which I figured out why later. But it was kind
of a dump, a lot of pizza boxes and junk lying around. He had just an
old sofa and a TV set in the living room and a card table by the
kitchen to eat on.
"So, what are you doing?" I go.
"Studying."
"On a Friday?"
"Yeah. I've got a lot of stuff to do."
"What are you studying?"
"Medieval English Lit."
"Oh. Is that like King Arthur and that stuff?"
"Sort of."
I looked around some more, and then he goes, "I'm going to go
back to work. You can hang out here if you want."
So I just shrug, and he goes back into his bedroom. I poked
around the living room for a bit, which like I said was a mess, then
went into the bedroom to see what he was doing. The bedroom wasn't
much either, just a bed and a desk and a lot of books stacked all over
the place. He had a computer on the desk, and I guess he was doing
homework or something.
I looked around his bedroom a second, and then I saw this thing
in his bookcase that just made me go, "whoa." I mean, I'd never seen
one before, but I knew what it was when I saw it, mainly 'cause there
was this baggie of green stuff right next to it.
I went, "Is this a bong?"
He spun around in his chair, and jumped up like he was all
embarrassed.
"Uh, yeah."
He grabbed it and the baggie and looked around like he was trying
to hide it, but then realized it was probably too late.
"Do you smoke pot?"
"Yeah. Don't, um, tell your mom. I forgot it was sitting out.
I don't get a lot of people over here."
"I've never smoked pot before."
This must have really surprised him, because his eyes kind of
bugged out a little.
"Uh, that's cool. Don't worry about."
"Can we?"
"We better not."
"I won't tell my mom, jeez."
He started thinking for a minute, and I could tell he was sizing
me up, you know, whether I was worth his attention. You can tell when
a guy is doing that, you know, deciding whether he wants to fuck you.
I wasn't really thinking about fucking him then, but I thought I'd help
his decision process, so I stuck my tits out a little, and tossed my
hair back.
What kind of a fucking question is that? None of your fucking
business, but yes it's natural. Pervert.
Okay, so anyway, I'm sitting there on his bed, and he's checking
me out, then he finally goes, "You've never smoked before?"
"I've smoked cigs."
"This stuff is a lot stronger."
"Cool. Let's try it."
So he digs around his bookcase for a lighter, and we go back out
to the living room. I watch him pull a bud out of the bag and start
packing the bong. Then he shows me how to use it.
"Don't inhale too hard. Just pull it in easy at first."
So I give it a shot, and of course first thing I start coughing
my guts out, 'cause Scott's shit really is pretty strong.
I don't know. Mexico, I think. I never met the guy he bought
from.
After a couple of tries I get a good hit and hold it in as long
as I can. Then Scott takes the bong, and just inhales this entire load
in one shot.
Now I realize what I smelled when I first walked into the
apartment, you know, that he must smoke a lot of pot. And I just start
sniffing the air and looking around, and I start thinking I can
actually see the smell in the air, and I must have been doing it for
about five minutes because Scott starts laughing at me.
"You getting a buzz?"
Well, I hadn't thought I'd gotten anything until then, but I
realized that I felt really weird. Good, but weird. Scott packs me
another load, and this time I have a lot less trouble with it.
So the two of us just sit around ripped for a while, talking
about random shit. I don't even remember what, 'cause I was pretty
buzzed by that point. After I while, I start feeling hungry, and Scott
goes into the kitchen and brings back a bag of Doritos, which we
proceed to munch out on.
After that, I guess I feel asleep on his couch, because the next
thing I knew, my Mom is shaking me awake, and there's a blanket over
me. I still felt stoned, but a lot less than I had before.
"I'm back, honey. Let's go to bed."
She was pretty drunk herself, and if she could tell we'd been
smoking out, I couldn't tell. So I say good night to Scott and go back
with her.
That was the first night. No, he didn't do shit while I was
passed out, at least nothing I could tell. All he did was put that
blanket on me, which I thought was kind of sweet.
Can we take a break? Like could I get a Diet Coke or something?
Cool.
BREAK
Ready? So, anyway, the next day, I call Becca, and as soon as
she picks up the phone, I go, "I smoked pot last night."
She goes, "What? No way."
"Way."
"How?"
"This guy across the hall from our apartment. My mom actually
got him to baby-sit me, can you believe that shit?"
"Is he cute? How old is he?"
"He's okay. I guess he's like twenty-something. But he's pretty
cool. His bong was sitting out, and I asked him about it."
"And he just gave you some pot?"
"Yeah. We smoked it together."
Eventually Becca decides she wants to come over and meet Scott,
and since my Mom is out shopping or something, I figure it's okay.
It's not like she'd care or anything, I just didn't want her bugging
us. So Becca comes over--
What? Armstrong. Rebecca Armstrong. Did you guys talk to her?
Oh. Well, she's my age. I don't think she's as cute as me, but she's
pretty. She's got brown hair, but she was thinking of bleaching it to
be like mine. Her tits are bigger though, you should see her Mom,
she's--
Jeez, would you lighten up? Just let me tell the story.
Anyway, Becca comes over, and we go over to Scott's. He's
wearing the same clothes he had on the day before. He did that a lot
unless I bitched at him about it.
Yeah, I even had to do his laundry sometimes. Otherwise it
wouldn't have gotten done. But anyway, he lets us in, and I introduce
Becca, but when I mention last night, he gets all upset.
He goes, "Kaitlyn, you can't go talking about drug shit like
that. I don't want every kid in your school banging on my door."
"We won't tell anyone, I promise. I just told Becca. We're best
friends."
"Okay, but nobody else. The last thing I need is to get busted
for giving pot to kids."
"You won't. So can we do some more?"
Now, I could see him thinking again, you know, wondering what he
might get out of us for it, except I pretty much already had this sense
that he was never going to try anything. I could tell the age thing
was a problem for him. He would get nervous whenever we flirted with
him. Which we did a lot that afternoon. I don't remember what else we
did but get ripped with him, but Becca and I were joking and laughing
at each other the whole time, and he just sat there on the couch
watching us.
Eventually, I lost track of time, because my Mom came knocking on
the door again. I thought she was going to get mad or something, but
she didn't really seem to give a shit. In fact, she kind of started
flirting with Scott, too. Then she tells me she's going out--big
surprise--and to stay out of trouble. So she disappears again and
leaves the two of us with Scott.
Finally, Becca has to go home, and I just hang out with Scott
watching TV. Usually I hate watching TV on Saturdays because there
isn't shit on that's any good, but I was so wrecked by then that
everything seemed funny.
So later on, we were watching Saturday Night Live, I think it
was, and I was sitting with Scott on the couch, and I start feeling
really horny. It was probably the pot, but whatever it was, I was
getting turned on. So I'm looking at Scott wondering if I should do
something, and I guess he saw me staring at him, because he gets all
nervous.
I reach out and start playing with his ponytail, and he starts
squirming next to me.
"Scott?" I go.
"What?"
I didn't answer him, because he turns his head toward me, and I
just decided to kiss him. I could tell he was surprised, but he didn't
exactly fight me either. So we were kissing now, and I move a little
closer to him until he puts his arm around my neck. I don't know how
far we would have gotten that night, but before we'd been kissing that
long, I hear someone knocking on the door.
Well, Scott just jumps up all embarrassed and goes, "shit, shit,"
and I start laughing at him. Of course it's my mom, and I was kind of
pissed at her, but I was also tired by then, so I went back home with
her without complaining too much. But I was still horny when I went to
bed, so I had to get myself off thinking about Scott.
Oh, I knew you'd write that down, jeez. Do you want to know how
I did it? See, like this. Just my middle finger. You can write that
down, too. Fucking perv.
No, all we did was kiss that night. I'll get to that. Give me a
chance.
Okay, so I call Becca the next morning and tell her what
happened, and of course she's all, "tell me everything" and all, so I
talked to her a while about what to do. I went over to Scott's later
that day, but he was out, so I just went over to Becca's. I didn't see
Scott again until Monday after school.
I hadn't thought much about whether I wanted to fuck him, but I
decided that I did like him. Mainly I liked getting stoned, though,
and if that meant fooling around with him, fine. Plus the way he acted
when I flirted with him was funny. So when I got home that day, I
thought I'd dress up a little for him. I took off my bra and just wore
this spaghetti-strap top I had, plus a skirt that goes with it. I was
feeling pretty daring by that point, so I took off my panties, too. I
wasn't planning on letting him see me, but I thought it would be fun.
Yeah, go on and drool. Don't think I can't see you there.
Anyway, I go over to Scott's, and he's home this time. I see him
checking out my tits when he opens the door, but he doesn't say
anything. He knows the drill by now and gets out his bong. Once we do
a load a piece, I'm starting to get really horny again, and I can't
stop thinking about how I don't have any panties on. I know Scott can
tell something is up, even as ripped as he is, because he keeps
checking me out like he doesn't know what to do.
Eventually I realize that if anything is going to happen, I'm
going to have to do it, so I crawl down the couch until I'm right next
to him. I sit on my feet and just stare at him, sticking my tits out a
little. He's really nervous now, but he still doesn't say anything.
So I just go, "I heard pot makes sex a lot better."
I can tell he's thinking about it now, because he looks me over
again, and then goes, "Uh . . ."
I just laugh at him and say, "I've had sex."
"You have?"
"Sure . . . just not with guys."
Oh yeah, that's what I said. I knew that would get your
attention. Jesus Christ, what is about guys and that shit? I swear,
if I think about two guys getting it on, I want to barf.
No, I'm not a fucking lesbian. I'm into guys, just Becca and I
like to fool around sometimes. What? What the fuck does that have to
do with anything, when did it start? I don't remember. We just
started getting off together when we were about thirteen, and worked
our way up from there. Jesus, you're writing this down, too. You're
going to take this home and beat off to it tonight, aren't you? Don't
look at me like that. I know all guys do it, even old guys like you.
All right, all right. Scott got all worked up just like you guys
did, and I started laughing at him. I go, "Does that turn you on?" and
he goes, "with who? Becca?"
I go, "Yeah."
"Seriously?"
"Yep."
Now I can tell he's getting really turned on, but he still
doesn't move. So I climb over and sit right in his lap, facing him,
and then pull off my top. His eyes bug out, and I let him stare at my
tits for a second or two before I kiss him. At this point, he stops
trying to pretend he's not into this, and he starts playing with my
tits.
So, if it's possible, I get even more turned on, and about then I
really realized I was about to fuck him. Other than with Becca, I'd
never gone this far with anyone, and I got a little nervous. But
Scott's not paying attention anyway, and pretty soon he's sliding a
hand up my skirt.
When he figures out I don't have any panties on, he gets all
shocked again, which makes me start laughing. But he's pushed my skirt
up enough that I might as well be naked, and that's enough to keep him
going.
So he picks me up and carries me into the bedroom, and when he
puts me down, I get out of what little clothes I have left. He
undresses, and that basically is when we fucked, the first time at
least.
Oh come on, you're shitting me. What does it matter what we did?
Oh. Really? So, like if I blew you, then fucked you, you'd get
busted twice? Huh.
Okay, well, after we kissed for a while, he started sucking my
tits, which I get off on, then he went down on me. He went really
crazy on me like that, and I had to finally stop him when I thought he
was going to kill me doing it. He's really good at that. Better than
Becca, which I could never figure out. You'd think a girl would be
better, since she's got the equipment, you know? Anyway, after he got
me off about four times, I had to stop him to catch my breath.
I think he expected me to blow him that first time, but I wasn't
really in the mood. You kind of have to be in the mood to stick your
face in someone else's crotch, right?
Jesus, you guys get embarrassed so easily. I blew him a lot
after that, though, if you care.
So once I caught my breath, and he figured out I wasn't going
down on him, he put on a rubber and got on top of me. I was still
pretty ripped, plus having just come about four or five times, so I
just lay there and let him do it. It didn't hurt that much, really.
It might have hurt more if I hadn't been stoned, though.
So, now we're fucking, right? Once I get used to it, I start
thinking, this feels pretty good, and then I'm thinking, shit, this
feels really good. Then a few minutes into it, I realize I'm going to
come, which I really didn't expect, but as soon as I start coming, I
guess Scott could tell, because he starts coming too, and then we're
both thrashing around and moaning and everything. And that was that.
My first fuck. Is that what you wanted to hear?
Was that it? No. We fucked again about half an hour later,
after we smoked another load. It does make a difference, you know?
Being ripped when you come. But I guess you guys will never know, huh?
Okay, well after that, it was getting late, so I went back across
the hall so I'd be home when my mom got back, plus I wanted to call
Becca. And of course the first thing I said was, "I just fucked
Scott." She doesn't believe me at first, but eventually I convince
her. So of course she wants all the gory details, which I'm happy to
share. Then she wants to know if she can come over the next afternoon.
I go, "Why, do you want to fuck Scott, too?"
And she goes, "What if I do?"
"Then fuck him. I don't care. He's not my boyfriend."
Oh, you didn't know about that? Oops. Oh, well, too late. Does
it make a difference? Huh. Well, yeah, he did fuck her, too. Do you
want to hear about that?
Yeah, it was the next day. Becca comes home from school with me,
and we go straight to Scott's. He's home studying, he goes to class in
the mornings, you know, so we all sit down in the living room and start
getting toasted.
I can tell that he doesn't know what to think about her being
there, 'cause I knew he wanted to fuck me again, and he probably
thought that would be tough with Becca around. So, since I know we
don't have all that much time before our folks get back from work, once
we're all ripped, I just go, "Do you want to fuck, Scott?"
He gets all embarrassed and surprised like he does, but me and
Becca just start laughing at him. I get up and start dragging him
toward the bedroom, and Becca helps me, and by then, he's got this
really stupid grin on his face, you know, like he just hit the lottery
or something. Becca is out of her clothes in about two seconds, and
Scott can't take his eyes off her tits, which I said before are pretty
good.
I don't believe it. You actually wrote that down. What does
that say? "Becca = big tits"? Jesus. What does that have to do with
anything?
Can we take another break or do you want to hear more about
Becca's tits? Because I have to piss, that's why. Okay, I'll be
right--
BREAK
--we ready? Is that thing on? Where were we? Oh, right. So
Scott and Becca start getting it on, and he goes down on her like he
did with me.
What? I was just on the bed next to them. Yes, naked, what did
you think I was going to do? Stay fully clothed while the two of them
were fucking? Sheesh.
So Becca is thrashing around like she does when she gets off, and
once he's done with her, she immediately slides down the bed and
gobbles him up. I watched her sucking him for a minute or so before I
decided I didn't want her to have all the fun, so we started taking
turns on him. I don't think we really knew what we were doing that
first time, because he kept stopping us and telling us what to do.
God, you're unbelievable. I don't remember what he said.
Something like use your tongue more, don't bite it, that kind of shit.
Anyway, he pulls us off eventually and rolls Becca on her back.
I decide I want to watch them, so I roll over so I could see just what
he was doing. He puts on a rubber and slips into her. Becca goes,
"Ow!" once, but doesn't stop him. And after that they just fucked for
about five minutes.
When Scott is done, I can tell Becca didn't get off with him, so
I reach down and start playing with her. Becca starts giggling,
especially when Scott notices and gets all bug-eyed. I thought that
was really funny, so I go down on her just to watch his reaction. And
he gets all excited, especially when Becca starts getting off.
No, that wasn't all. Scott and I fucked once he got another
boner, then Becca and I got it on again just because he got excited
about it. But after that we had to go home.
Then what? Well, Becca and I went over to Scott's just about
every day after school, and we'd get high and usually fuck afterwards.
I don't know how many times. Jesus, do you think I was counting?
How long? I guess, a month maybe, or a little longer. You add
it up, I suck at math. Yeah, that sounds about right. Like I said, we
did it practically every day.
Yeah, she did. I guess she told you about that. I still don't
know how she got in. I guess the door didn't latch or something. But
anyway, there I am in bed with Scott, you know, I was sitting there
trying to suck him off, and I look up and there's Mom standing there
watching me. I was so ripped that I just stared at her for a couple of
seconds before remembering I still had Scott's dick in my mouth. For
some reason, I thought it was really funny. But she starts screaming
and Scott gets all embarrassed and upset, and Mom grabs me by the arm
and drags me across the hall into our apartment.
Yeah, I was still naked. I was stoned enough not to care. I
just lay where she dropped me on the floor and couldn't stop laughing
for like ten minutes, even after she called you guys. Love? I
don't know. I think love is a lie. It's just a way for people to fuck
with your head. But he was okay. A little goofy, but okay. Becca and
I would talk about it at night, I told her once, "Guys are so stupid.
Here Scott is giving us all this free pot and free food and shit, and
all we have to do is lie on our backs for fifteen minutes."
But Becca said, "He's probably thinking the same thing, you know,
'Girls are so stupid, I just get them stoned and they let me fuck them
silly.'" So I can't quite figure it out, you know? Who was dumber.
Even with all this, yeah. So he's in jail. My mom has gone
postal, and Becca's folks think this whole thing is my fault. They're
probably not going to let us be friends anymore, which really sucks.
So is that it? Can I go now? At least shut that fucking thing--
END TAPE