That Kind of Girl (or Woman's Best Friend)
by Gato Medio
It was Friday morning, the time was coming up to ten o'clock. It was unusual for Vanessa to be still in bed, but the school building, the place where she would normally be at this time of day, had suffered minor damages during the thunderstorm which had passed through the area on Wednesday night. The storm had affected only a small number of classrooms, but the people in charge had decided to close the whole school on Friday, rather than offering classes to only some of the pupils. This way, they hoped the workmen would be able to do their job without having to worry about the children getting in the way and would finish the repairs in time for start of class on Monday morning.
Vanessa's parents had gone about their normal business. Her father had left early to go to work and would only be back late in the evening, as usual. Her mother had gone to the shopping mall. Friday was the day when she bought the groceries for the following week and met with her friends for lunch. It was never quite clear which of the two was the main reason for her being out virtually all day.
Apart from her still being in bed at this hour, there was something else unusual about Vanessa this morning. The cover had been thrown off the bed and was lying on the floor. Her nighty had been pushed up to her hips and she wasn't wearing the panties that went with the baby-doll top. Her legs were spread as she tried to hold a mirror in place with one hand so that she could see what her other hand was doing.
Vanessa was trying that masturbation thing her best friend Betsy had been going on about. Betsy had described to her in the most vivid colors what a thrill she had gotten out of rubbing and squeezing herself 'down there' and had insisted she'd try it out herself. Betsy probably wouldn't stop pestering her about this until she, Vanessa, would confirm that she had tried it and that it was indeed the most marvelous sensation she'd ever experienced. Her friend had even offered to do it for her, but the idea of letting another girl touch her 'down there' was so outrageous, it was beyond contemplation.
Somehow this wasn't working. If Vanessa rested the mirror on the bed between her legs, then she had to lift her head to see it, putting a considerable strain on her neck. This wasn't a position she could hold for anything but a very short time. If she lifted the mirror up, she couldn't hold it steady enough to get a good view, and her outstretched arm would soon get tired.
Betsy hadn't said anything about using a mirror, but Vanessa felt she needed to see what she was doing. For a short moment she had considered going into her parents' bedroom where the front of the whole wardrobe was one huge mirror, but that would mean breaking one of her mother's rules which forbade her to go in there in her mother's absence. Maybe she would just have to feel her way to the magic sensation without actually seeing what she was doing.
Betsy had told her to think of sex while she was doing it, like, being with a boy she was crazy about. Trouble was, there wasn't any boy she was exactly *crazy* about. She had a boyfriend - Nick was his name - but she really only hung out with him because, when you get to a certain age and want to be with it, you've got to have a boyfriend.
Nick, on the other hand, had very clear ideas about what he wanted from a girlfriend. Except that this was mostly stuff you couldn't tell your parents about, things that married couples do, or maybe people who are about to get married. Nick was constantly touching her in certain places, trying to remove her clothes so he could put his hands on her naked skin. She had a hard time fending off his advances and wasn't always successful.
Occasionally, Nick would take her hand and guide it down between his legs to make her feel his erection, saying 'See, what you're doing to me.' He tried to make her feel that, as she was responsible for his penis becoming hard, it was also her job to offer him relief. A few times she had conceded to taking his member into her hand and rubbing it until it erupted, shooting some gooey white stuff into the air.
Nick had suggested a few times that she took his stiff penis into her mouth, but there was just no way she'd ever agree to doing such a lewd thing. His final argument was 'If you really loved me, then you'd do this for me.' Vanessa loved Nick, at least she thought she did, but she didn't see any connection between loving someone and taking their penis into your mouth.
Vanessa had talked to her friend Betsy about Nick, saying that she was ready to split with him because of his indecent demands. But Betsy had told her this was quite normal; all boys were like that. 'You see, just like we're talking about boys, they talk about us, keeping score of how far they got, so everyone knows what each girl lets her boyfriend get away with. Sometimes a boy boasts about things that didn't really happen and the poor girl's reputation suffers for no reason,' she explained. The important thing was not to give in too soon, otherwise she might earn the fame of being 'easy'. But she would have to do eventually what he wanted. That advise had done nothing to comfort Vanessa.
Vanessa was in the middle of trying to reconcile all these confusing feelings when the phone rang. She thought it might be one of her classmates, or possibly Nick, and went to the kitchen where the nearest phone was located. She realized immediately that she was violating her mother's rule about not coming to the public part of the house in her sleepwear. Her mother said that neighbors or passers-by might see her through the window and get the wrong idea about what kind of girl she was. But as the violation had already happened, she answered the phone anyway. It was one of those annoying people trying to sell her something. She informed them that there wasn't anybody home and put the phone down.
On the way back to her room she stopped in one of the bathrooms to check whether her nighty really made her look indecent. The one she was wearing was the flimsiest in her collection. She had asked her mother for permission to dispense with sleepwear altogether, or to sleep just in her panties during the hot spell, but her mother explained that sleeping without clothes induced impure thoughts and insisted that she wore a nighty as always. To minimize the discomfort from the heat Vanessa had selected the thinnest and shortest nighty she owned.
Looking at herself in the bathroom mirror she found that the garment was, indeed, revealing. The sunlight coming through the window shone right through the fabric and clearly outlined the shape of her body. She could also make out her dark aureoles and, because she had taken off her panties, she could detect a wisp of pubic hair. She definitely wouldn't want Nick to see her like this. There was no way of knowing how he would react to such a stimulation. Acknowledging that her mother was right, as usual, she returned to her room, hoping she might be able to make some progress on this masturbation project.
She flopped down on the bed, lifted her nighty and spread her legs. Her fingers searched for the magic spot that was supposed to give her so much pleasure. She almost freaked out when she noticed a sensation that didn't come from her roaming fingers. It was something soft, wet, bang in the center between her legs. When she realized what, or more precisely, who it was, she smiled.
"Tony! What are you doing? You know you're not supposed to come in here!"
There was a rule which stated that Tony, the family poodle, wasn't allowed in any of the bedrooms. It seemed that she hadn't closed the door properly when she returned to her room and Tony had managed to push the door open wide enough to squeeze in.
The strangeness of the sensation between her legs soon gave way to a pleasant feeling. Tony seemed to know what he was doing. His tongue worked expertly and efficiently and soon Vanessa found herself swooning with delight. "Tony, oh Tony," she moaned, which seemed to spur on her little friend to increase his efforts. Vanessa's breathing became heavier, her moans grew louder and an overwhelming force took control of her, making her whole body tremble. She even thought that she had emitted some fluid, but whatever it was, Tony licked it away. "Oh Tony, you're wonderful," she exclaimed as the tension eased and her body relaxed. Tony seemed to understand that she needed to be alone now and sauntered out of her room.
Vanessa didn't move. She was reliving the experience in her mind over and over, when she heard the phone ring again. She wondered if it was worth getting up or if there would be another boring sales-rep on the other end of the line. When she had decided to answer the phone, she thought about putting on some more clothes but in the end she stayed the way she was.
"Hi Nessa, how're you doing?"
She recognized Nick's voice immediately. Besides, nobody else called her 'Nessa'. Nick went to the same school as Vanessa, although he was two years ahead of her, and, like her, he found himself in the situation of having an unexpected day off school. He wanted to know whether she had still been sleeping because it had taken her so long to come to the phone.
"No," she said, "I've been awake for some time, but I was still in bed, daydreaming."
"So, what are you wearing?" Nick wanted to know. He was in the habit of asking her this and always wanted to know every little detail down to the color, shape and material of each item, including her panties.
"I'm wearing a yellow baby-doll nighty. It's made of cotton. The material is quite thin, almost transparent." she answered.
Nick was pleased. Vanessa had learned to answer in great detail without him having to ask lots of further questions.
"What else?" he wanted to know.
"Nothing else."
"What? No panties?"
"No. No panties. I took them off a while ago."
"Jeeeesus H Christ!" Nick exclaimed. "If I'd known that, I would have come right by your place. How could I miss a chance like this?"
"I wouldn't have let you in," she answered truthfully. "I'm not that kind of girl." She didn't really understand why he got such a kick out of knowing how much or how little she was wearing.
But then he remembered why he had phoned in the first place and invited her to come round to his place so they could listen to some music. Nick had this stereo with God- knows-how-many watts and his parents were quite tolerant as far as noise levels were concerned. She had been to his room a few times, usually there was also one of his friends and that friend's girlfriend. They would kiss and hug - each couple in its corner -, listen to the music and feel very grown-up. Somehow Nick let it slip that his parents had left and wouldn't be back until very late this evening. That set all of Vanessa's alarm bells ringing.
"You know I can't come to your house when your parents aren't in," she reminded him of another one of her mother's rules.
"Jeez, Nessa, don't be such a spoilsport. I've got the latest Britney CD. We'll just listen to a couple of tracks and then we go to the mall, I promise."
Vanessa was a big fan of Britney Spears. Nick knew that, of course. He also knew that Vanessa was no longer allowed to listen to Britney's records at home, since that picture of her and Madonna had been plastered all over the front pages. 'Like it or not,' her mother had said, 'she's a role model. Thousands of teenage girls all over the world watch what she's doing and imitate her. And such behavior is just not acceptable.'
To give truth its due, that was exactly what happened. Soon after that story passed through the media, many of the girls Vanessa knew, including Betsy, had started to kiss each other on the mouth. Betsy made a point of doing it, especially when there were boys nearby watching. And some of the kisses she gave Vanessa were really hot; they made her tingle all over.
"All right then, but just a couple of tracks," she finally said. "I've got a few things to do around the house and then I'll come by."
Betsy had told her never to agree immediately to anything a boy suggested. 'Make them wait, tell them you'll do it later, act as if it wasn't important to you even if you really want it. That helps them cool down a little,' she had once said. And Vanessa was determined to find a few things to do rather than rushing over straight away.
When she returned to her room, she realized that her mother had been right when she established the rule that Tony wasn't allowed in the bedrooms. Her bed sheet was covered with black marks from his paws. He had probably been running around the garden, digging for bones as he always did, before he had managed to squeeze into her room. Her mother would have a fit if she saw this. There was only one way out. She had to wash the sheet and get a clean one in the meantime. She took the dirty sheet to the utility room and got the washing machine going. Then she got a clean sheet and made her bed.
It was a pity, really, she thought, that she couldn't let Tony back into her room. She had enjoyed his visit a little earlier tremendously and had hoped that she might be able to repeat the experience some time soon. Without being able to let him come to her room this would be impossible. She couldn't possibly lie down in the front garden, or even on the living room floor! Maybe she could teach him to visit her while she lay on the floor of her room, rather than in bed? It was something worth thinking about.
She prepared something to eat for herself while she waited for the machine to finish. In a way, this was a good thing because it gave her a reason to let Nick wait a little longer. Thinking of Nick, she suddenly had this wicked idea. Couldn't Nick...? What if she turned the tables and used the 'if you'd really love me' technique on him for a change?
After she had finished her snack, she went to have a shower. The experience with Tony had somehow put her in a defiant mood. She deliberately ignored her mother's rules by not wearing any clothes as she went from the bathroom back to her room. There she put on a fresh pair of panties - just in case - and selected a front-fastening bra - also just in case. On top of this she put on the clothes she would have worn if she had gone to school today: a white blouse and a dark blue pleated skirt. White socks and dark blue sandals completed the outfit. She also clipped her mobile phone to her skirt, in case her mother tried to get in touch.
When Nick answered the door, he put his arms around her and kissed her straight away, without even closing the front door. She struggled free.
"Not here, where the neighbors can see us."
Nick never understood why she tried to keep up this decent girl appearance. She was his girlfriend, wasn't she? Then it was only normal that he kissed her, wasn't it? When they got to his room he kissed and hugged her again, this time with a lot more passion. As he pushed her back against the closing door, she could hear the key turn in the lock. She pushed him away with all her strength.
"Unlock that door immediately, or I call my mother," she said, surprisingly calmly. Her mobile phone had a 'panic button'. All she needed to do was to press this button and it would send the pre-recorded text message 'Vanessa is in trouble' along with the GPS coordinates of her location to her mother's phone.
Looking at her, Nick could tell that she wasn't bluffing. He unlocked the door and even opened it a little so that it was half ajar.
Nick put on the CD and they settled down on the pile of assorted cushions he called his sofa. Vanessa didn't like those cushions. One had to sit almost on the floor and it was difficult to maintain an upright position. And, wearing a skirt, she always had to worry about not exposing her panties. Nick, on the other hand, found the arrangement ideal. It allowed two people to get close and assume just about any position they wanted. Nick sat next to Vanessa with one arm around her shoulders, kissing her as she tried to concentrate on the words of the song. She could feel his other hand on her thigh, sliding up, moving under her skirt. She removed his hand. It returned. She removed it again. Nick tried a few more times, then he changed tactics. He undid the top button of her blouse. She buttoned it again.
"Jeez, Nessa, don't be such a prude. If you really loved me you'd let me touch you a little," he exclaimed impatiently.
"Oh yeah?" she said. "Let's talk about love and obligations. Let's talk about doing things because you love someone." She paused for a while to gather courage. Then she continued, "Tell me, have you ever licked a girl?"
Nick couldn't believe his ears. She had never before talked so directly about sex. Sure, she wasn't using any 'dirty' words, but the activity she referred to was pretty heavy stuff. As a matter of fact, he and his friends considered going down on a girl so totally gross, they wouldn't be seen dead committing such an act. But why was she asking? Had someone badmouthed him and told her that he had actually done it? He decided to be on his guard and just said, "No, I haven't."
"Would you like to try it?" She lifted her bottom from the cushion and pulled down her panties until they were hanging around her knees, taking care not to disturb the skirt which was still covering her.
Nick's eyes and mouth stood wide open. This was getting increasingly unreal. He had just watched his girlfriend, the one who had so far resisted all his attempts to touch her 'down there', remove her panties! In front of his very eyes! There was only a skirt separating him from her crown jewel!
"Well, what do you say?" she brought him back to life, almost laughing at his face which showed a mixture of horror and disbelieve.
He couldn't do such a thing, could he? But it would mean he'd be able to look at her, maybe even touch her.
"Promise not to tell anyone," he finally said.
"I won't tell a soul," she assured him.
"There's something else," he said, feeling his courage return, "you'll have to do the same to me ... I mean, take it into your mouth." He pointed to the part of his trousers where his state of excitement was clearly evident. He had never known it to get this hard. She sighed. Somehow she had expected that this would be the bargain he'd offer her. And, as her friend Betsy had told her that she would have to do it anyway, sooner or later, she was willing to agree.
"Promise you won't tell anybody," she said this time. But she didn't give much credence to his affirmation that he wouldn't. This was going to take him way past first base and she was sure he'd tell all his friends about it as soon as an opportunity arose.
"You've got a deal," she said, getting up from the cushions, still very careful not to reveal the parts which were normally covered by her panties. She removed the garment which had dropped down to her ankles completely and sat down on his bed. She wasn't listening anymore to the music that was playing. Another song went through her head: Madonna's 'Just like a virgin'. She spread her legs and lay back, supporting herself on her elbows. Then she lifted her skirt and said, "C'mon then."
Nick had seen many naked women before - in magazines, videos and films. It was part of growing up. But this was the first time he saw the real thing. He moved slowly towards Vanessa's spread legs, knelt down on the floor and remained there, motionless, just looking at her sex. It was very beautiful, but also very strange. There was hardly any hair, giving him an unobstructed view. He found the different folds and wrinkles in various shades of pink fascinating and confusing at the same time.
Vanessa wasn't very happy about exposing herself to his probing eyes like this, but she realized that in order to do what she asked him to do, he would have to look at her. She just didn't want him to take such a long time.
"Get a move on, Nick. What's keeping you?" she said impatiently.
Nick had heard stories about girls who actually liked sex. Who didn't just do it to please their boyfriend. Who actually asked for it, who couldn't get enough. He had never met a girl like that, nor had any of his friends ever come across one. Had Vanessa turned into that kind of girl? As he moved closer, he could sense the smell of soap, maybe deodorant. But there was also another, more musky smell in the air. He slid his finger down the middle. The soft flesh gave way, opening up under his touch to reveal another chamber of dark pink flesh. "Stop playing. Get on with it!" Vanessa said.
When Nick's lips finally touched Vanessa's sex, she moaned longingly. That was it! That was the sensation she had felt in the morning. It wasn't exactly the same, though. Nick was a lot more tentative; his tongue was more timid, less intrusive. He seemed to be afraid of something. Afraid that he might hurt her? Afraid that she - it? - might bite him? Vanessa's mind wandered back to this morning's events, when Tony's tongue had caressed her so intimately, so expertly, so forthrightly, without any hesitation. The memory increased her excitement. Although it was Nick who crouched between her legs, she could feel Tony's tongue on her sex. For the second time in one day she experienced that sensation of overpowering pleasure taking control of her entire body, making her breathe harder, accelerating her heartbeat, causing her skin to flush. "Oh Tony, you're wonderful," she moaned.
Nick's head shot up from between her legs like a rocket. "Who's Tony?" he asked in a gruff voice.
Vanessa's mind was still in a haze. She didn't understand what this agitation was about. Nick grabbed both of her arms and shook her. "I want to know who this Tony is," he shouted.
"Ow! Let go of my arms. You're hurting me," she said. All the pleasant feelings had vanished. "I don't know what you're talking about."
"I heard you clearly say 'Tony, you're wonderful' and I want to know who this Tony is and what the two of you have been getting up to."
It slowly dawned on her. She had indeed been thinking of Tony and had quite possibly uttered his name at the peak of pleasure. But she thought that denial was her best strategy.
"You must have misunderstood me. I was so excited, I probably didn't speak very clearly. I'm sure I called out your name."
"It was clear enough. I'm not deaf, you know. You said Tony, not Nick."
Vanessa realized that she wouldn't be able to convince Nick that he'd misunderstood her. And he wasn't going to drop the subject either. Should she just tell him the truth? Explain why she had been thinking of Tony at that particular moment?
For the first time since the morning's events did she realize the severity of what had happened. Letting her pet dog lick her sex was definitely not the standard or accepted behavior for a respectable young lady. This wasn't simply about disobeying one of her mothers many rules. It was stepping out of line in a big way. It was something she couldn't confess to anybody. Even her best friend Betsy who was very open minded in these matters would probably be deeply shocked if she were to tell her.
It had all seemed so natural, so harmless, so innocent. She hadn't done anything to persuade Tony in any way. He knew instinctively what to do.
Instinctively? Vanessa remembered a recent lesson when the teacher had explained the difference between instinct and learned response. Instinct had to do with survival, with attacking one's prey and defending oneself. Instinct also covered procreation, the things animals did to ensure the survival of the species, like the female attracting the male and mating. Licking a girl's private parts had nothing to do with the instincts of a poodle. So it must have been a learned response. But learned from whom? From his previous owners? No. Tony had been a six- day old puppy when he arrived at their house. From whom then? Vanessa didn't have any sisters. The only other woman in the house was her mother. Vanessa banished that thought immediately from her mind. It was just too outrageous, too disrespectful to even think about thinking it. She concluded that the mystery would have to remain unsolved. But what was sure was that she couldn't tell Nick the truth. Not only would he cut off any relationship with her, he would tell everybody what a pervert she was; that she had sex with dogs.
Vanessa started to cry. Crying was always a good way of dealing with difficult situations. It softened people up, made them less severe, more forgiving.
"I don't know why you get so hung up about this," she whined. "I made a mistake. I called you by the wrong name. I'm sorry!"
Nick insisted that one doesn't confuse the names of people unless there is some similarity between them, something they have in common. And as she had used Tony's name in a very intimate situation, he had to assume that she had been intimate with Tony too.
"Look at it from my point of view," Nick suggested. "You wanted me to prove that I really love you. And I did. I did this thing you wanted me to do. And right at the crucial moment you call out someone else's name. What to you expect me to make of that?"
"I swear to you by everything that's sacred to me that I don't know any boy by the name of Tony."
She had to admit that this was a kind of sneaky way of trying to get out of trouble, but she hoped it would close the matter. And in order to make Nick forget this unfortunate mistake completely, she was going to do to him what she had promised.
"It's your turn," she said and put her hand on the part of his trousers where she expected to find his erection. There wasn't one. The mix-up of names had upset Nick so much, he had completely forgotten that Vanessa wasn't wearing any panties under her skirt and that she had agreed to take his penis into her mouth. It seemed like he had gone off sex altogether.
'Desperate situations require desperate measures,' Vanessa told herself. She got up and stood right in front of Nick, looking firmly into his eyes.
"There's something I want to show you," she said as she unbuttoned her blouse slowly, one button at a time, until all buttons had been undone and the blouse fell open, revealing her bra.
Nick looked at her. Excitement and disbelieve had returned to his face.
"What is it you want to show me, Nessa?" His voice still sounded gruff, almost unfriendly.
"This bra." she said, "It opens in the front. Look."
She undid the catch between the cups and let her bra slide off her breasts. She felt good about her breasts. They were the part of her body which most visibly heralded her imminent transition from child to woman. The excitement in Nick's eyes pleased her. It had somehow become important to her that Nick liked what she had to offer. As she moved her hands to the side to give him a clear view, she realized that from now on he would always ask her to wear this kind of bra, to make it easier for him to touch her. Come to think of it, many things about their relationship would change from today on. She wouldn't be able to deny him in future what she had offered him out of her own free will today. Nevertheless, she couldn't help feeling a certain excitement as she exposed herself to his eyes. She could feel her nipples harden.
Nick stared in awe. Her breasts were beautiful! Quite big for a girl her age, firm, well-shaped, perfect! And the nipples! They stood out proudly, pointing straight at him. He hadn't expected in his wildest dreams that she would one day stand in front of him and remove her blouse and bra without him even asking her to do it. Vanessa definitely was that kind of girl who was into sex in a big way, who enjoyed exposing herself. This Tony business still left a sour taste in his mouth - he wondered if Tony had been treated to the same show - but he was going to make the most out of her unexpected generosity.
"You may touch them if you like," he heard Vanessa say. It seemed that Christmas had come early this year. This was another first. So far, Vanessa had fiercely resisted all his attempts to see or touch her breasts. A few times he had managed to slide his hand inside her blouse or underneath her T-shirt, but had always found the direct contact denied by her bra. These partial successes were important as a measure of his progress, but hadn't really given him any pleasure. Nick wanted to prove to Vanessa that he wasn't the insensitive brute she had made him feel like on those occasions. He was going to show her how gentle and sensitive he could be. He took her into his arms and kissed her. She responded to his kiss and did not object when he pushed his tongue deep into her mouth. His hand made its way up from her waist to her breasts; he cupped one of them gently and lifted it a little, as if to feel its weight. His fingers found her nipple, moved around it, rubbed it gently.
The record he had put on had finished a long time ago. Now the only audible sounds were their breathing and the moans both of them emitted.
When Vanessa decided to expose her breasts to Nick's eyes and hands, she hadn't been looking for any enjoyment. She simply did it to bring the unpleasant discussion to an end. She wanted Nick to occupy his mind with other things than the question who Tony was. But the tender touch of his hands on her skin, his fingers on her nipple, were not without effect. It aroused her to offer herself to him, to let him kiss her, touch her, squeeze her, make her writhe under his touch. She had never thought that letting a boy touch her could feel this good. As he held her tight in his arms, she could feel his hardness against her underbelly.
Vanessa told herself that she was only doing this to keep up her end of the deal. Nobody should be able to say she didn't keep her promises. And she was going to do it right, to put Nick into a conciliatory frame of mind. She knelt down in front of him, opened his belt and his fly and let his trousers drop to his ankles. Then she pulled down his underpants to release his penis. She had never seen it that close. On the few occasions when she had touched it, it had been dark, in the back row of the cinema and once in a car. Now she could have a good look at this rod of flesh which Nick called his pride and joy. She pulled back the flexible skin to reveal the mushroom- shaped head. Nick gasped at her touch. She moved the skin back and forth a few times.
"Not with your hands, with your mouth," Nick panted. That's what she had promised and she wasn't going to go back on her word. She firmed her lips around his shaft and moved back and forth. She had no idea if this was how you were supposed to do this - her conversations with Betsy had never got to this level of detail - but Nick's moans told her that she was on the right track.
When Nick's moans grew louder and she could feel that he was about to ejaculate she was tempted to let his penis slip out of her mouth. But she resisted the impulse. It was important to please Nick so he'd forget about Tony. She kept her lips firmly closed around Nick's shaft as he pushed her head closer to his crotch, and swallowed the semen he spurted into her mouth. She kept his penis in her mouth and licked it clean until it had gone completely soft.
Nick couldn't believe what had just happened. Sure, Vanessa had promised to take his penis into his mouth, but he had always suspected that she'd find a way of chickening out. And even when she did, he was sure there would be just a few kisses and licks and then she would relieve him with her hand. But she had kept him in her mouth all the way, she had swallowed every drop he had to offer and had licked his member dry as if she couldn't get enough.
Nick had no way of comparing but it seemed to him that Vanessa was an expert at this. God, this girl was hot! And she had almost managed to make him believe she was a chaste prude who didn't want to get involved in anything that had even remotely to do with sex!
"God, Nessa, that was fantastic! I never knew you were such an expert at this. I had no idea you were that kind of girl," he exclaimed.
Nick's comment was meant as a compliment, but it had exactly the opposite effect. It signaled the start of her moral hangover. It was the moment when remorse struck Vanessa.
'Just look at you, Vanessa,' an inner voice told her. She looked. Her panties lay discarded somewhere on the floor. Her blouse and bra were wide open, revealing her breasts, and she still had the salty taste of her boyfriend's semen in her mouth. She had become exactly the kind of girl her mother kept warning her about and that Nick obviously would like to have as his girlfriend. How had she managed to get herself into this state? Well, most of it happened in order to appease Nick after that silly mistake of hers. And that mistake? Hadn't that been the result of her wanton lust? Hadn't she struck a deal with Nick to get a second dose of the excitement she had felt in the morning? True. But she wasn't really to blame for this morning's events, was she? 'Oh, come off it Vanessa,' the voice said, 'you don't really want me to believe it all happened against your wishes?'
Vanessa imagined a headline reading: 'Girl (15), seduced by pet dog, ends up in the gutter'. And then another one: 'Storm damages school, causes decline in moral standards'. Alright then. She, and nobody else, was responsible for her actions.
One thing became clear from all these wanderings of her mind: Some serious correction was necessary to get her back onto the right track. She would have to stay away from Nick for a while, or at least avoid being with him on her own. And she would have to pay more attention to her mother's rules, many of which she was still violating by her presence in this room, by her semi-naked state in front of a boy.
"I've got to go," Vanessa said, picking up her panties from the floor and putting them on. She ignored Nick's protests as she fastened her bra and buttoned her blouse. She gave him an innocent little kiss on the cheek and was about to leave when he offered to walk her home. She accepted - there was nothing wrong with that, was there? Her inner voice remained silent.
They walked without saying a word, side by side, without touching, each one lost in his private thoughts. They didn't even hold hands as they usually did. Their cool distance was in marked contrast to the intimacies they had exchanged only a short while ago.
Nick wasn't going to let this Tony story pass as if nothing had happened. Of course, he could just drop her for cheating on him, for being unable to resist temptation when she already had a boyfriend. But he didn't want to drop her. Not after what happened today. This girl was precious. He wouldn't be able to find another girlfriend like her. And who knew what other surprises she had in store for him. Maybe he would even get to score a home run! He would probably end up forgiving her. But he owed it to himself not to let this Tony fellow get off scot-free. He had to find out who he was. Then he would track him down, confront him and teach him a lesson that would make him think twice about messing with his girl - or with anybody's girl for that matter.
Vanessa's thoughts were also on Tony, not the one she knew, an imaginary one. What if she confessed that there really was a Tony? What if she told Nick that she preferred Tony's company to his? She admitted that this would be difficult to believe after what she'd just done to Nick. Naturally, he would be furious. He'd probably call her a damn cheat and liar, possibly worse things. But he wouldn't go around badmouthing her because, after all, it was her who was dumping him. Any negative rumors he would spread about her would be considered sour grapes, easily denied. She was pleased with herself. What a brilliant mind! She would spend some time without a boyfriend, getting her moral structure back into synch. Everything that happened today would become an episode of her wild past. She would wait until they reached her parent's house. Then she'd tell him. And if he got really angry, she'd just let him stand there and go inside.
As they approached Vanessa's home, they could see her mother standing in the front garden. Vanessa waved to her mother but wasn't terribly pleased to see her there. It wasn't that she disliked seeing her mother, it was just that her mother's presence made it impossible for her to tell Nick what she had prepared in her head. She would have to tell him over the phone, but that meant she would have to wait for an opportunity when nobody else could overhear their conversation.
Vanessa's mother had been watching the two for some time, long before they had noticed her. She was pleased to see them walk side by side like civilized human beings. Not like some of the other youths she saw walking in a tight embrace, openly exchanging kisses in public. She recognized Nick as the boy who had picked up Vanessa a few times for a date. Maybe he wasn't as bad as she first thought. But, of course, his age and sex always made him a suspect. When the two had almost reached the house, she opened the gate to let out a little dog. The dog, a poodle, ran towards Vanessa and tried to jump up on her. Vanessa managed to avoid him touching her. She didn't want him to make her skirt dirty. The little dog kept jumping around her feet, yelping in joy.
Vanessa's mother turned to Nick and said, "Vanessa really likes this dog. And Tony's crazy about her."
The End