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Thank you for your consideration. -------------------------------------------------------- Young Lust - Looking For Trouble Or Bust by The Fresh Bread Guy (thefreshbreadguy@gmail.com) *** Moira and Josee are two young best friends and bisexual lovers on a road trip to see Moira's father. Things don't go quite according to plan, and the girls learn to make their own luck. Along the way they do some more experimenting, and realize they can use their lust for each other to their advantage. (ff-teens, 1st-bi-exper, mast, oral, anal) *** "If it's on the map, we'll find it," Moira reassured Josee. The sixteen year-old grinned at her passenger as the old pickup swerved slightly on the dusty back road because of her inattention, an even bigger cloud billowing behind the truck. "But what if your dad isn't even there? Where are we going to stay?" Fourteen year-old Josee frowned as she bounced on her seat slightly on the bumpy road, her forehead creasing with worry. "You said he was usually out working the rigs at this time of year." "Yeah, but he gave me directions and told me where to find the key. Don't be so fuckin' worried!" Lest Josee take her admonition too seriously, Moira grinned at her, and then glanced down at Josee's cutoffs. Josee followed the glance, and grimaced at the stain on her left thigh. "Did Stoner convince you to jerk him off one last time before you left?" Moira's tone was teasing. "Wasn't Stoner. He didn't have any weed today so I told him to go choke his chicken himself. Besides, he looked like a fucking pig. I don't think he's showered for at least a week. I had to suck off that buddy of his, what's-his-name, Damon, to get enough to last us the trip." Josee yanked a Ziploc bag with a quarter ounce of cannabis from inside her knapsack on the floor of the truck. "That prick made me promise I'd blow him again when we got back to pay for the rest of it." Moira smiled wryly and looked through the open window in the side mirror, seeing nothing but choking, thick dust. Somewhere back there was the small town where they both went to high school; where Josee's dad and her step dad eked out a meager living working in the textile mill. Neither of the men knew or wanted to know where the teenage girls were going for the weekend, or where they got the pickup truck, for that matter. They had been pretty much uncontrollable for years, so they adults in their lives had given up trying. "Ya know," Josee thought aloud, "I thought after a guy shoots his come, he'd wipe it off or something before he stuck it back in his pants. But that Damon just pulled up his fly, gave me the pot and took off, like maybe two seconds after he blew in my mouth. I think he was still squirtin'." "You didn't swallow it, did ya?" "Nah. I wasn't even gonna let that sonofabitch shoot in my mouth but the motherfucker grabbed my hair like this," and she demonstrated by gathering a fistful of her long black mane, "and tried to shove it down my fucking throat." Josee shook her head in disgust. "Good thing he's got a small cock. I got him off of me and just about smoked him in the nuts, I was so fucking mad. But he hadn't given me the weed yet. So I'm spitting his slime out all over the ground, trying not to puke, and I see him just push it back in and zip up like he just took a piss. I can see he's still leaking come too, right in his jeans!" Moira laughed along with her, and shifted her position behind the steering wheel of the Chevy. "You need to do what I do if I think a guy's gonna try to blow down my throat when I don't want him to." "What's that?" "I wear the cowboy hat or a ball cap when I'm sucking him off. Some guy's don't like it cause it kinda gets in the way. But I try to tilt my head so they can still see me doing it, and I tell them that wearing it makes me horny." Josee snorted. "Everything makes you horny. I could have dog food smeared on my pussy and you'd probably still want to eat me out." "Eeeewwwww!!! Fuck you! That's fucking disgusting!" Moira's face twisted as she tried to not picture it. She continued after a moment. "Anyways, when the guy gets that look on his face..." "You mean this one?" Josee interrupted. She pulled the corners of her mouth back, stuck her tongue out and rolled her eyes up into her head in exaggeration. Moira shrieked with laughter. "You fucking bitch! Don't tell me you went down on Mr. Rafallo too!" Both girls laughed until tears nearly rolled down their faces, the truck coming perilously close to running off the road on a couple of occasions. When they had settled down enough to catch their breath, Moira spoke as best she could between fits of giggles. "When he starts to blow, he'll try to grab my hair like that, and all he gets is a handful of hat. And if I don't want to be tasting his spunk for the next couple hours, I just pull away, and let him shoot." "Wow," mused Josee, obviously picturing it. " That's cool, cause what's he gonna do, stop coming?" Both girls giggled at the absurdity of the thought. There was silence between the two for a while as the dry countryside rolled by, herds of cattle in the fields looking up in curiosity as the half-ton roared down the road. Moira wasn't supposed to be driving on just her learner's licence without an experienced driver supervising her, but fuck it. She and her best friend in the world were going away for the long weekend to see her real dad nearly 150 miles away, and ahead of them stretched three glorious days of no school and no work. So what if they had to stick to the back roads. She liked it that way for more than one reason. Josee stared out her window, unaware that Moira was inspecting her intensely. Josee wore a flimsy white halter top with her cutoffs, and underneath, Moira could see the lacy white bra that cupped Josee's apple- sized breasts. Breasts that didn't need support because they jutted out from her ribcage with no sag whatsoever. The halter top itself stopped short of her waistline, and Moira could see Josee's firm, flat stomach. She looked up at Josee's face, and admired the Latino heritage evident in Josee's dark eyes, tanned skin and full, pouting lips. Josee's long black locks blew in the wind circulating through the cab. Moira wished her hair was curly and bouncy like Josee's, instead of straight like an arrow. Even though they were two years apart in age, they shared some of the same classes in high school. Moira had failed a grade back in public school and was now a year older than most of her classmates. Josee had a late birthday and found herself younger than the others, but just as physically mature. But what she didn't have in actual years she made up for in toughness. They had become better acquainted at a party when Moira witnessed Josee intimidate a girl who had at least six inches and 75 pounds on her and a rep as a bully. The altercation nearly broke into an actual fight, but when the fat girl saw Josee wasn't scared one bit by her, she got confused and backed off a bit. Josee, a bit drunk and aware that everyone was watching, began to shove the girl, hurling obscenities, until the girl turned her back and stomped off. Moira had been impressed by the fourteen year-old's pluckiness and a few minutes later they were talking about what a stupid bitch that fat chick was. Moira also took notice of Josee's curvy body as they drank their rye and cokes. For her part, Josee basked in Moira's attention, and her eyes kept getting drawn back to Moira's tight-fitting clothes and beautiful face. The rest of the party kind of faded around them as they turned on to each other. Josee wasn't the first girl Moira had been attracted to, or even got sexual with. She liked guys too, but there was something about other hot chicks that satisfied an inner craving she couldn't dispel with just a hard cock. And Josee represented something fresh and innocent, at least relative to Moira's experience. "Hey," Moira finally broke the silence in the truck. "I'm feeling kind of lonely over here." She smiled at Josee, and as always, her brilliant white teeth and wide grin dazzled Josee. She wondered again, a little nervously, what it was Moira liked so much about her. She then looked out the back window to make sure no one was directly behind them watching, and then slid over on the bench seat until she was right beside Moira. Moira put her arm up an around Josee's shoulders, and the younger girl leaned in and their lips met as they shared a lesbian kiss that started off gentle, but quickly progressed to the usual tongue-swirling and sucking and licking. So engrossed in their oral attentions were they, that Moira didn't see the truck was headed off the road until nearly too late. "Watch out!" Josee shrieked at the same time Moira's attention snapped back to the road in front of her. The truck careened wildly from one side of the narrow dirt road to the other as Moira fought with the wheel, spinning it frantically from one direction to the other while standing on the brakes. One last near-ditching, and miraculously the vehicle straightened out, came to a shuddering stop in the middle of the road, and stalled. Both girls sat frozen for several seconds, Moira's white-knuckled hands fiercely gripping the steering wheel, as she gasped for air, while Josee clutched the dashboard with both of hers, feeling the cracks in it bite into her fingertips, her feet planted hard against the floor of the truck. The dust that had spewed out from behind the truck rolled over top and past them, cloaking them in a brown cloud that for an eerie moment, made them feel like their universe ended at the truck windows. "Jesus Christ!" Josee was the first to break the silence. "We woulda' been fucked if we wrecked this truck!" Moira's hands were shaking as she unclung them from the steering wheel. "Yeah," she agreed breathlessly, her heart hammering in her chest. "The best blowjob in the world wouldn't have got Tommy's dad to give to us again," Moira added. There was a moment of silence, and then Josee turned to look at Moira quizzically. "I thought Tommy said it was alright to take the truck?" she said. "Well, it was, until Mr. Frey caught me driving out of the yard." Moira took a deep breath and then turned the key to start the engine before accelerating down the road. "I had to blow him just to keep him from calling the cops," she nearly yelled over the roar of acceleration, "and then he wanted to suck my boobs and finger my pussy so I could take it for the weekend." Josee laughed and shook her head. Moira amazed her by the things she was willing to do to get what she wanted. For her part, Josee wasn't afraid to give blow jobs, but if it wasn't some guy she was really hot for, it had to be something else she wanted real bad, like pot. And a bunch of it. Josee herself had lost her virginity at the tender age of twelve, and since had fucked, sucked and been fingered by at least eight guys ranging from 13 to 48. She had seen girl-on-girl pornos before she met Moira, and although mildly curious, wasn't turned onto other girls until that night, when, outside at the party, Moira stood so close to her and nuzzled her neck that Josee's knees nearly gave out. From that moment, she had eyes only for the older girl, and the next night she went over to Moira's house at her invitation. Ten minutes after her step dad had left for work, they were up in her bedroom, and it took little convincing for Josee to agree to kiss Moira. Moments later, their jeans were on the floor, and their hands were in each other's panties as they feverishly masturbated each other on the bed, kissing passionately. That was barely five weeks ago. Now the girls spent every minute together they could, becoming fast friends among other things. When they could guarantee no one walking in on them, usually at Josee's, they released their pent-up desires for each other, and Josee surprised and delighted Moira in her passion for wanting to try everything two teenage girls could thing of to do together. Only their second time together, three days after the party, Josee lured Moira over to her dad's trailer, and in a small room decorated with pinks and purples and stuffed toys, Josee asked Moira if she could taste her pussy. Moira enthusiastically agreed, and they spent the next several hours practising going down on each other until they could make the other girl orgasm. They stole porno magazines from the gas station and oohed and ahhed at the beautiful girls inside, working themselves up until they soon were massaging and caressing each other's breasts and ass cheeks. One particular magazine showed explicit pictures of a woman with a dildo going into her ass. Moira had scrunched up her nose at the photo, but noticed Josee's eyes were wide and her lips glistened from where her tongue had moistened them. "You ever put a guy's cock in your butt?" Josee had asked, still staring at the picture. "One guy tried, that guy who owns the pool hall," Moira had replied. "But it hurt too much and I made him stop." Moira then began to wonder if maybe she had been too hasty in deciding anal wasn't for her because Josee kept flipping back to that page and gazing at the image. They saw a sign advertising gas and food in a small town just off the highway and Moira slowed down and turned. "I gotta go to the bathroom," she explained. They had been driving for over an hour now, and found themselves in country neither of them had ever seen before. The truck growled to a stop in front of the little gas station, and both climbed out, yawning and stretching. Inside, Moira disappeared in the Ladies' Room while Josee wandered around the store looking at the dusty merchandise. She could hear the old man behind the till wheezing as he openly stared at her nubile teenager's body. He was fat, balding, and probably hadn't seen pussy this good in his store for years, she thought. Moira came out a minute later, and smiled at Josee, who marvelled as she felt her nipples get hard in reaction. "Do you wanna get some chips or anything?" Moira herself selected some chocolate bars and licorice off the shelf. "I want some pop," Josee replied. "But I don't have any money." "Get whatever you want. I'll pay for it." Josee smiled sweetly at her friend, and picked a glass bottle of Coke from the cooler as well as some bottled water. She walked to the front and placed them with Moira's stuff on the counter. Moira stuck her hand in her purse, and then looked up at Josee with a wicked gleam in her eye. She turned to the clerk. "We need our money for the weekend real bad. What say we do something for you, and you just give us this stuff for free?" She smiled demurely at the man, and put her hands and the purse behind her back, pretending to be shy, but at the same time thrusting her breasts out at him. "G-give you that stuff? All of it?" The old man eyes flashed between the girls nervously. "I c-can't...my boss would kill me." Moira smiled at him, put her purse on the counter, and then took Josee by the hand. "Why don't you just think about it for a second while we work out what we're gonna do for you." She pulled a slightly apprehensive Josee towards her and put her arms around the younger girl, who began to comprehend what she wanted. They brought their faces close together, and heard the old man gasp as they lightly brushed their lips. Josee couldn't believe Moira was doing this. She was getting more turned on by the second as she felt their breasts squeezed together, Moira's hands sliding down her back to her little ass, and then squeezing her cheeks. She had never been physical with Moira in public, and this display was scaring her but exciting her at the same time. The old man looked like he was going into cardiac arrest. His eyes bulged and his jaw hung slackly as he gaped at the two teenaged girls. "Hmmm?" breathed Moira softly, breaking away from caressing Josee's cheeks with her face to look at the clerk. "Do you want to see more, or are you gonna make us pay for this stuff?" In response, his shaking hand pushed the merchandise at them, his mouth moving in an effort to say something. "Aaaanyth!" he choked, unable to utter the complete word. Moira smiled and turned her head back to Josee's face. They began to kiss in earnest now. Moira's tongue pushed between Josee's lips, the hot and wet serpentine muscle tangling with the younger girl's. Josee felt moistness quickly creep between her legs in her panties, and she ground her hips against the other girl's. Again, she couldn't believe she was doing this but was turned on almost as much as that first night they spent together, her heart hammering in her chest, mashing her lips into Moira's, clutching her tightly around her slender waist. Moira's hands began sliding up under her halter top, and then worked their way around the front of her chest to squeeze her young breasts. She felt the cool air on her chest, and gasped as Moira bent over to nuzzle her face between them, her shirt pulled up high. Josee kept her eyes closed, not wanting to look at the clerk, staying lost in the moment. Moira pulled a bra cup down and quickly fastened her mouth over the fourteen year-old's hard nipple. She sucked it gently, lightly nipping it with her teeth and was rewarded with a sharp intake of breath by Josee. Another moment of suckling, and then she straightened up, replacing her friend's bra and shirt. Moira looked in Josee's now open but glazed eyes, and then moved her face close again with her mouth open. Josee responded likewise, and they heard the old man groan audibly as their tongues met and duelled, plainly visible to him. Moira kissed Josee on the lips on last time, and turned to the clerk, her eyebrows raised. "Wellll?" "Okay," he croaked, his eyes goggling and nodding his head violently. His jowls flopped loosely. Josee, who was finally able to look at him, giggled at the shell- shocked appearance of the man. Moira grabbed the countertop full of junk food with both hands, and then on second thought, juggled it all into one armful, snatching two more chocolate bars and a handful of Twizzlers. She grinned evilly at Josee, who followed her lead and grabbed a big bag of nachos with one hand and then snagged three packs of cigarettes off of a tobacco display beside the till with the other. She bolted out of the store after Moira, and jumped in the truck, now shrieking with laughter. They backed away from the store, and the wheels spun on the gravel as the truck pulled hard out of the parking lot and back onto the road towards the highway. Inside the store, the old man collapsed weakly on his stool behind the counter, his head in his hands as he bemoaned the non-functioning VCR behind the till. "Holy FUCK!!" yelled Josee. "I can't fucking believe you did that! I mean, WE did that!" She hopped up and down on the seat, laughing with tears streaming down her face and banging her fists on the dash. "GodDAMN! Did you see the look on his face?!? I thought he was gonna fucking die!!" Moira roared with laughter at the same time. "He must have fuckin' thought he had died and gone to fuckin' heaven!" The junk food spilled off the seat onto the floor as the truck bounced over the road edge and then back onto it again. Moira struggled to keep the truck mostly on the road as they howled together. Josee even flopped down onto the seat between them on her back, her chest heaving as she gasped for breath, cackling silently since she had no air left to expel. Slowly they calmed down, exploding into fits of guffawing and giggling, setting each other off until it was a good five minutes before they could even look at each other without bursting out again. "Do you think he had a camera on us?" Josee finally said, munching on the bag of nachos she had pilfered. "Who cares?" replied Moira flippantly. "Do you think he's going to tell his boss he watched some young girl's lez out in front of him so they could take a bunch of shit without paying for it?" She shoved her hand in the bag Josee was holding out to her and came away with a handful of nachos. "We probably gave him the only hard-on he's had in years!" Josee giggled again, and slouched down in the seat so she could brace her feet against the dash. They shared the chips and cracked open the pop, gulping it down thirstily. The next few minutes was spent in near silence as they ate chocolate bars and nachos and swilled the Coke. Soon it was empty, and Josee got an idea. Feeling emboldened by the incident at the gas station, she undid the button on her jean shorts, and with her feet still on the dash, lifted her butt off the seat and began pushing her pants off her hips. "What are you doing, you little tramp?" gasped Moira. Josee was determined to show her Moira wasn't the only one willing to do crazy shit. Her jeans halfway towards her knees, Josee lifted her butt again and shucked her panties likewise, pushing everything to her ankles resting under the windshield. She then took the narrow- necked Coke bottle, and wiped it off on her halter top before opening her mouth and putting it in like she was giving it head. She worked her lips and tongue around it and it came out a moment later, wet with her spit. Josee pushed her knees apart and down and manoeuvred the bottle until the neck was lined up with her pussy entrance, and then looked at her friend behind the wheel. Moira's mouth hung slightly open as she stared at Josee. She glanced down at her mound, covered with a light dusting of dark pubic hair, and felt her own nipples swell this time. "Are you gonna--" She fell silent as Josee pushed the bottle against her vaginal opening, her eyes closing with concentration. Her lips pursed as her pussy resisted entry for a moment, and then her eyebrows knit as it suddenly slipped in, and Josee groaned in reaction. "Oh wow...." breathed Moira. She watched intently, looking at the road every few seconds, but otherwise stared at the dildo-substitute now sliding in and out of her friend's pussy. Josee opened her eyes a crack and was gratified to see Moira's gaze fixated on her own pussy. It wasn't as nice as a cock, or Moira's tongue or fingers, but it still felt good to have something thrusting slowly in and out of her. Moira could see Josee's pussy lips now clinging to the bottle neck on the out stroke, and her mound swelling on each in stroke. Her mouth was dry and she felt her lust for this girl younger than her growing stronger than it had ever been. Josee stopped a few moments later, and gingerly removed the bottle neck from between her pussy lips. She pushed herself to a half-sitting position, and at Moira's beckoning, handed her the bottle. Moira eagerly began to lick the secretions off it like it was an ice cream cone, and then put it into her own mouth, using her tongue to rim the mouth of the bottle, and as far inside as she could get it. Josee smiled in appreciation, knowing how much Moira loved her pussy juice. As she watched Moira, she finished pulling up her underwear and jeans, and relaxed back into her seat. Moira sighed contentedly, handing the bottle back. "Oh, if only they could make Coke taste like that," she said wistfully. "Every man and boy alive wouldn't drink nothing else. And a lot of chicks too, I bet," she added as an afterthought, looking at Josee hungrily. *** "How far to your dad's place?" Josee questioned. "Only about a half hour." "Good. Cause I can't wait to get you alone so I can fuck you," Josee said, sliding over beside Moira again. Moira raised her eyebrows in feigned surprise. "Oh, can't you? What if my dad's home and we can't get by ourselves for a while?" "We'll find a way, if I have to take you to some spot in the truck where nobody can see us and eat your pussy right there.!" Moira laughed, feeling her crotch moisten in anticipation. Thirty-five minutes later found them slowing down as they entered the small city where her father lived. Moira had been here once before about three years ago with her mom, before she took off and left her with her step-dad. Nothing looked familiar, so they had to carefully follow the directions Moira had received a few days previous when she had called her dad. They eventually located his house by stopping and checking a phone book map in a booth, and a few minutes later they were slowly cruising down his street, trying to spot the house number. "Your dad is a rig-pig?" Josee asked, eyeing the large, beautiful homes. "Yeah. He must be doing really well if he's got one of these houses." Moira thought her dad was always short of cash from the way her mom had talked about him a couple years back, but concluded things must have improved in his situation. The address belonged to a pretty, well manicured New England-style home set a little ways back from the street with a paved driveway lit by old-fashioned light standards. The girls looked around, slightly awed, as they parked in front of the house and got out. They both suddenly felt self-conscious about their appearance, and tried to smooth out the wrinkles in their clothes, and ran their hands through their hair. "Well, this must be it," Moira gulped a little nervously. What if her dad wasn't glad to see her at all? What if he thought she looked sloppy, or even slutty? Would he tell her to go home? Josee must have felt Moira's apprehension, because she tried to voice confidence she didn't really feel either. "I bet he's dyin' to see you. He's probably waitin' inside with some big "Welcome" sign and...and he's got balloons and stuff, and we're gonna have a blast with him!" She added hopefully, "Maybe he wants to take us out shopping!" Moira didn't respond with her usual grin, just a slight grimace, so Josee shut up, hoping she didn't just stick her foot in her mouth. Moira took a breath and rang the front doorbell. Nothing happened, so she tried again a moment later. Still nothing. According to the instructions, there was supposed to be a key on a nail behind the hedge under the picture window, so they looked, but found nothing. There wasn't even a nail or a hole where one had been. Josee looked at Moira and could see her turning red with embarrassment. "Maybe he meant at the back?" she offered. The back yard was even more spectacular than the front with an in-ground swimming pool, a beautiful flower garden and expensive-looking ornaments. Moira began to feel very out-of-place. How could it be her father lived here? Why hadn't he left the key where he said he would? The search at the back door was also fruitless, and Moira began to think she had copied down the address wrong. "We better get out of this yard in case it's the wrong place," she said, trying not to sound too worried. She didn't want anyone to call the cops on them, knowing there'd be a lot of questions to answer, and things with her step dad back home would get pretty rough. They got back in the pick-up and sat there, unsure of their next step. "Should we go phone him from somewhere? Maybe he's home and it's somewhere else." Josee herself suddenly felt apprehension, being in a strange city miles from home with another girl barely older than her. At home or school was one thing; she felt able to handle herself well there, but with no one here to back her up except Moira, she was feeling vulnerable. "Yeah. We'll go back to that store we turned at a while ago." The truck engine now sounded uncomfortably loud in this quiet neighbourhood to Moira as she put it in gear and backed out to the street. The drive to the EZ- Mart took a couple of minutes, and then they were huddled around a phone booth as Moira dropped a quarter in the slot and dialled. A moment later Josee saw her face display confusion and then chagrin, before Moira dropped the receiver onto the hook. "It's fuckin' disconnected! What the fuck is going on?" she exclaimed angrily. "Where the fuck is he? How come the phone number doesn't even work now?" They climbed back into the truck and Moira slumped dejectedly in her seat. Josee had never seen her this upset before, and felt helpless to do anything. She realized things weren't looking promising, with the girls having no place to go and very little money between them. It was now late afternoon, and a drive back would be another three hours. They didn't even have enough money for gas. Money to get back wasn't even something Josee had considered before they left. She had just assumed Moira was going to take care of everything. They were both pretty hungry now, and the prospect of giving up supper just to pay for gas that would only get them part way back wasn't something Josee wanted to think about right now. "Fuck it!" Moira exclaimed suddenly, banging her fist on the steering wheel angrily. "We'll go do something else and then go back there again after. He goddamn well better be home or...." She didn't finish the sentence because she couldn't think of what they might do. What they did was drive out of the residential area and farther into the downtown, looking at the shops and people on the streets. The girls rarely made it to any city bigger than the neighbouring towns back home, so they parked and began browsing the clothing stores on the main street. Josee found all kinds of outfits she would have liked to try on, but without any cash, she only held them wistfully in front of her in the mirror. Her stomach began to rumble, and she began to worry what they would do if they used their money for supper. "Should we go back there?" She approached Moira as she was rifling through a clothes rack of blouses. "Yeah, I guess," Moira replied reluctantly. Her eyes narrowed as she looked up and around the store. The elderly sales clerk was bent over some clothes on a bunk on the other side. "Here," she hissed, yanking a blouse off the hanger. "Fold this up and stick it down the back of your jeans!" Josee stared at Moira at first, and then moved quickly but discreetly to do so. This was far from the first time the girls had stolen clothes. When the blouse was adequately hidden, they strolled nonchalantly towards the front door. The clerk still had her back to them as they passed through the doorway, when suddenly, an alarm shrieked, tripped by a hidden security tag on the blouse. The girls froze for a second and then bolted down the sidewalk. They could hear the woman inside yelling at them to stop, and almost thought they had got away with it halfway down the block, when Moira barrelled right into a car emerging from an alley between the buildings. She bounced off the fender, and stumbled onto the sidewalk, yelping in pain. Josee, who was right behind her, barely got stopped in time herself, and tripped over Moira in an effort to avoid the car. The girls lay on the sidewalk, stunned, as the driver of the car hurried around to the front. "Ohmygod! Are you okay?!?" The man gasped as he fell to his knees beside them. "I'm so sorry oh god please don't be hurt!" Josee pushed herself up to sitting position, wincing in pain from the scrape to her elbow. Moira, who was laying on her back now, opened her eyes and coughed, and then covered her eyes with her forearm, moaning a little. "Are you alright?" the man asked, almost pleading. "Uhm, fuck, I think so," said Moira, and sat up gingerly. She rubbed her knee where it had collided with the car, and then glared at the man. "You sonofabitch! You just about fuckin' ran us over! What the fuck were you doing?" "I-I'm sorry, but you ran in front of me so f-" he began, but stopped as the clerk from the store came striding briskly up to them. She bent over the two girls and briefly examined them. "Hmmph!" she said. "You'll live." She glowered at them, and then turned to the man. "These young ladies got exactly what they deserved! They thought they'd pick up some five-fingered bargains in my store." The man looked shocked, and then frowned at the girls. "Is that true? Were you running because you had stole something?" Moira, for the first time she could remember in ages, felt shame about breaking the law. Josee, on the other hand, bristled. "Prove it!" she blurted in anger. In response the women just glared at her and pointed. The blouse had worked its way partly out of her jeans and was now obvious. "Aw, fuck," she said quietly. The girls reluctantly got to their feet, and the woman yanked the blouse the rest of the way out of her pants. "I should call the police! You little tramps need to spend a night in jail, I think!" The man shook his head and sighed as the old woman looked at him for some kind of agreement. "I doubt they'll do anything. Just send them home to their folks and that'll be it." Moira was a little perturbed how the man's attitude had gone from remorse and concern to having very little pity for them in a few moments. She wasn't sure she liked the look she saw slowly coming into the man's eyes, either. "Well, I still think we should call the police," the woman muttered. "We can, but, well, hey look," he began. "You got your stuff back, and look at them," he gestured. The two teenagers stared at the ground sullenly, faces burning red in embarrassment. "I think they've got their just deserts already. I'm just glad they didn't break anything. I don't need to be explaining this one to the cops at the hospital." "Then you little brats had better be careful," she sniffed. "Then next time you try this you won't be so lucky. Maybe some store owner will have a gun and -- and he'll teach you good!" The lady turned and stomped off back to her store. The girls relaxed visibly, looking at each other out of the corners of their eyes, unsure what was going to happen next. "You guys had better get home in a hurry. That old gal might change her mind yet and sick the cops on you's!" The man stood with his arms crossed, and stared at them with a penetrating gaze. The girls seized the opportunity and casting one last reproachful glance at him, walked hurriedly away from the scene. "Fuck me, that was close," Josee said when they were out of earshot. "I thought for sure we were gonna get nailed by the cops." She noticed Moira's face was still white. "Are you alright?" "Yeah, but my knee hurts like crazy. I'm just glad they think we're local." "How come?" "Cause they probably would have made us get in the truck and leave town if they knew we're not from around here. They we would have been really fucked. Where would we've gone?" Moira shook her head bitterly. "None of this woulda' happened if my dad had been home." "Maybe we should call him again." Josee looked hopeful. She desperately wanted to find someplace private where she could just be with Moira. She was feeling shaken, and needed someone to comfort her. She knew just holding Moira, and feeling her body next to hers would go along ways towards making her feel safe. Sex with her wasn't quite what she sought at the moment. Near the parked truck the teens found another pay phone, but the results were the same. The number was disconnected. Moira felt awful. Her face hardened as she turned to Josee. "We'll just hafta find someplace else to stay and maybe borrow some money to get home tomorrow." She looked up and across the street. Josee followed her gaze and they spied the man who's car they had run into. Evidently he had parked nearby and was on his way somewhere. "What, do you think we should ask him for money?" she asked, reading Moira's mind. "Well, he does kinda owe us. He nearly ran us over. C'mon." Moira hurried down the sidewalk towards him, as he headed for a crosswalk in the opposite direction. "What are we gonna say?" Josee said, as she caught up to her. "You can't just ask him for fifty bucks!" "I have an idea," she said, determined to show Josee she was in control of the situation. The girls sprinted after the man and caught up to him just as he turned to enter a building. They threw themselves in his path, panting. "Hey!" Moira said loudly into the man's face. He stopped short, blinking in surprise at the girls blocking his way. "Remember us? You fucking hit us with your car back there!" A businessman plugging a parking meter nearby turned to stare at the scene. "Now wait a minute--" he began, turning red as he took a step back, and looking around. "No, YOU wait a minute!" Moira shouted. "I just talked to my dad -- he's a big expensive lawyer, you know -- and he says we should sue your ass off!" The man looked around again, and then glared at Moira. "You know just as well as I do that was completely YOUR fault," he hissed. "If you hadn't been running because that lady was chasing you for stealing stuff, it never would've happened!" He was pointing a shaking finger at them and his voice was quiet but full of venom. Slowly they were backed up until they stood in front of a nearby empty storefront. Josee felt this was beginning to backfire on them, and stepped back, tugging on Moira's forearm. Moira ignored her. "We could still take you to court! Even if we didn't win--" she continued. "I have had enough of this from you little shits!" he interrupted. "If you don't get out of here right now, I'm going to take you to the cops myself!" His voice grew louder and angrier. Josee was pulling hard at Moira now. "C'mon, let's go!" she begged. The man looked from one girl to the other, his face flushed with rage. "You are about to get yourselves into a shitload of trouble! And I am just the guy you don't want to be fucking with, believe me!" His eyes narrowed as Moira clamped her mouth shut and stepped back herself, suddenly wondering if she hadn't gone too far in threatening this stranger. "What is it you want, you little whores, money?" His arm lashed out and he gripped Moira tightly around her forearm. Moira turned white with pain at the man's strength. In desperation, Josee almost broke into tears as she pleaded with him. "All we want is enough so we can g-go home!" she blurted out, her voice catching in frustration. The man relaxed his grip on Moira, who pulled her arm back quickly. "Go home? So you're not even from around here, are you?" His voice softened a little as the girls backed farther away from him, preparing to run if he made any more sudden movements. He seemed to sense this, and they watched him apprehensively as his attitude changed suddenly. "Look ladies," he began almost kindly, "threatening strange men in strange cities is an awfully risky way to get what you want. If I was a cop I'd have you locked up in the slammer for a few hours until I decided what to do with you." He glared at them again. "Or worse, if I had a gun and a bad disposition you might be looking at the inside of my trunk until I figured what to do with your bodies." Josee shivered. "Just what the hell are girls your age doing by yourselves here anyways? You can't be more than fifteen!" They looked at each other for a moment, and Moira spoke up first. "W-well, we came here to help our sick grandmother, a- and we need money to buy her medicine, but it costs, like, a hundred bucks and we ain't got any!" The man smirked at Moira, and then openly scoffed. "Hmmm, let's see...a minute ago she," he pointed at Josee, "said you needed it to go home. So now it's a sick grandmother, huh? Bullshit! I wasn't born yesterday." The man reached into his pocket and pulled out a small cell phone. "Guess I'm just going to call the cops and tell them to charge you with extortion." "No, please don't!" Moira begged. "Look, we're real sorry about threatening you. We just -- we don't have enough money to get home..." she trailed off. "So what are you doing here in the first place?" he asked, eyeing them up and down now. For the first time he took in their petit but well-formed teenaged figures with firm breasts visible through tight t-shirts and flat bellies exposed by low-riding jeans. Moira slumped against the building wall dejectedly. "My fucking dad told us to come visit him, but he wasn't home," she finally admitted. "And the fucking phone number doesn't even work. We don't know nobody else here." The man looked at her suspiciously for a moment and then decided he could trust this story. "So you're all alone here, with no money? How did you even get here? Sounds like you didn't plan things very well, did you?" His face was hard again, but Josee saw something behind the man's eyes that suggested he was thinking hard. "We borrowed a pick-up truck and had enough money to get here. My dad was supposed to give us enough to get home." "And you don't know where he is?" "Nah." "So where are you going to stay tonight?" Moira glanced helplessly at Josee from the corner of her eye. "You don't know that either, huh?" There was an uncomfortable moment of silence as the teenagers looked anywhere but at the man. "So let's see...here you are with no money, no place to stay, and the closest thing you got to a friend is me, right?" At this, Josee looked up hopefully, and saw that the man was staring at Moira's breasts. His eyes swivelled in her direction, and never blinked as they bore into her own. "Sounds like it's up to me to help you get home. I can't very well leave you to the mercy of every pimp and rapist in this city, can I?" Moira blanched, and then looked up at the man, hoping against hope he was finally offering some help. Josee, on the other hand, couldn't help feeling apprehensive about what he was going to say next. "If you girls really need some cash, then maybe, just maybe, I can do something for you. But you might have to do something you won't like." Their heads both snapped up and Moira was ready to blurt out a sharp refusal, her face furious, sure that she knew what he wanted. He chuckled, reading their expression. "No, it's nothing like that." Again, Josee saw a look she didn't like behind the man's eyes. "I know someone who needs some help for a few hours. He might be willing to pay you enough if you work hard for him." The girls looked at each other. Moira was morose, and Josee seemed unable to decide if he was trustworthy. Finally Moira spoke up. "Okay, if it's not going to be too bad, I guess. What are we supposed to do?" "Wait here a minute." And with that he pulled his cell phone back out and walked several yards down the sidewalk. They saw him dial and begin talking to someone, but couldn't hear anything he was saying. After a couple of minutes, he hung up and walked back to them, a small smile on his face. "Your in luck. My friend can use you for a few hours tonight, and he'll pay you twenty bucks each if you do what he says." "Like what?" Josee said with misgiving. "Laundry. He does sheets and gowns and stuff for the hospital. It won't be fun, but at least it beats doing dishes or something, right?" He looked from one face to the other and saw them resign themselves to a decision. "Alright. Let's get into my car and I'll drive you over there. I'll introduce you to him and you can decide if you want to do it. If you don't, well," he paused, and shrugged his shoulders. "Then I'll take you to the 'Y' and you can spend the night there for ten bucks each and then figure your own way home tomorrow." He gestured at his car. "No thanks," said Moira dryly. "We've got our own transportation." The man shrugged. "Suit yourself." They walked back to the truck and followed his car across town. Both had butterflies as they got farther away from the only side of town they were now a little bit familiar with. "I don't like this guy very much," said Josee quietly. "He gives me the creeps." "Yeah, I saw the way he was checking us out. He probably wants to bag us like every other guy we've come across, but he knows we can still get him in shit if we try hard enough." She looked over at her friend and reached out to touch her arm. Moira tried to smile reassuringly. "Like he said, if we don't like it, we can still take off and stay at the 'Y'." "I've heard you get robbed by the losers that sleep there every night, and chicks make you dyke out on them in the bathrooms," said Josee, screwing up face. "Yeah," giggled Moira, "and you'd just fucking hate that!" "Fuck you!" retorted Josee, laughing herself for the first time since they had come into the city. They pulled up in front of a drab, grey building in an industrial area of town. It was now late afternoon, and there was little activity. The two girls got out of the truck and followed the man up the steps and through the front door. They instantly felt cloying humidity, and smelt the strong odour of bleach and other laundry chemicals. "Corny! Hey Corny! We're here!" he shouted above the hum of machinery. The girls could see farther inside there were large industrial-sized washers and dryers. They heard a muffled reply from somewhere, and a moment later were shocked to see what looked like a child emerge from behind some large canvas bags of laundry. Only he wasn't a child, they soon realized as he came into a little better light. He was a midget. Moira and Josee both gaped. They had seen them on TV, but never one in real life. "Girls, I'd like to introduce you to my good friend, Corny. Corny, these are the little wayward travellers I told you about...." He stopped and looked at the teenagers. "What are your names, anyways?" "Moira," she said, staring at the little man. "I'm Josee," the other said, her eyes also glued on man who barely came up to her chest. "Well, once you're done wondering if my cock is the same size as the rest of me, I'll show you what you're gonna be doing." Used to stares, he turned and waved his stubby arm for the girls to follow him. The girls started, embarrassed at being caught, and then looked at the other man, who gestured for them to go, his eyebrows raised in impatience. They turned to follow, weaving around the bags stamped with a local hospital's name. They walked past the machines and through a closed door into a much quieter room where there was piles of sheets, pillowcases, towels, and other items they didn't recognize. "Okay, these are all clean. Your job is to fold them all like this. Neatly," he emphasized. He took a towel and deftly folded it in half, and then again, and then in thirds. He then demonstrated with each of the other linens, and pointed out stacks already piled of the sorted items. "Once you've got all this done, there's more in the dryers out front that can be taken out and sorted and folded. Easy enough?" Moira shrugged. "If you do it carefully enough you'll get paid when you're done. Shouldn't take you any more than three or four hours. I'll be up front in the office in case you got any problems. If you're not done when I'm ready to leave, you'll get paid for the amount of work I think you've done." "Better show him you can actually do the job," the other man suggested. Josee looked at Moira and they each picked up an item and folded it the way they had been shown. Satisfied, the midget told them he'd be back to check on them in a half hour to inspect their progress. The two men left and the door closed. "This is not what I thought we'd be doing tonight," Moira muttered, slumping down on a milk crate she found on a shelf. "I thought we'd be smoking that weed with Dad and maybe some of his friends or something." "God! Just think of what coulda' happened if that old bag decided to call the cops anyways," reminded Josee. "Yeah, I guess. But if my dad hada' been there, we wouldn't need to do this at all." She shook her head bitterly. She reluctantly picked up a bed sheet and struggled to fold it by herself. "Here," Josee said, making her way over to Moira. She took an end of the sheet, and together they folded it the proper way. "Only about a thousand more to do," she said looking around the room in resignation. They became busy sorting and folding and soon were surrounded by piles of white linen. They chatted while they talked, and the conservation flowed from topic to topic, and soon came to sexual experiences. "What about that hot guy in Grade 12? That Tyson guy? I heard you did him in the locker room after basketball practice." Josee quizzed her friend. "Nah, I only blew him there. We almost got caught by the janitor, so he took me out in his car and we did it behind the equipment shed beside the field. He wasn't so hot." She received a strange look from Josee. "Well, he was good-looking, but he didn't wanna eat me or even finger me. He just wanted to shove it in. And he came real quick too, like maybe after he pumped me about five times." "And did you really fuck that guy from the computer store?" "Do you mean the one who set up the new ones in the lab last year?" "Yeah." "Well, sorta'. But he wanted me to swallow him when he was about to let go, and I told him no. So he jacked himself off and uh...." Moira bit her lip in embarrassment. "And what?" "Well, he kinda squirted on my face and stuff. I couldn't go anywhere because he had me stuck between a desk and the copier." "Is that all? Fuck, I thought it was something really gross. I've done that before for a guy." "You mean let him jizz all over your face?" "Sure. It's kinda messy, but if you keep it outta your hair, you can clean it off with a towel or something." "You mean like one of these?" Moira threw a towel hard at Josee's face, laughing. "Bitch! That one's probably been used to clean up someone's shit!" Josee grimaced. "Why do you think guys wanna do that? You'd think coming inside a chick has to feel better than pulling out. Do you remember me telling you about Kendra's dad?" Kendra was one of their mutual friends who's father was handsome and buff and didn't seem to mind his daughter having parties regularly at their relatively luxurious house at the edge of town. Of course, it was known among their circle of friends he wasn't averse to fucking any of the willing young girls his daughter brought over to hang out a day or two before the party. His daughter would disappear for a couple hours and when she came back her friend would be among the many grateful teenage hotties to whom he'd shown what sex between a man and a woman was really all about and Kendra would have permission to have the party, complete with alcohol served by the pool and everything. Josee had been one of those girls, and unknown to Kendra, had reprised her role as the bribe when she cornered her dad the night of the party. He had returned briefly to pick up some overnight accessories, and she had spotted him going upstairs. "Yeah, what about him? You told me he was the best lay you ever had." "It was fucking amazing. I've never come that quick with anyone." She smiled dreamily with her eyes closed. Then she opened her eyes and shook her head slightly. "Well, he made me come first and then he sat on the bed on top of my chest so his knees were around my head and jerked off into my face. He kept saying to open my mouth but he held my head down so I couldn't suck him. He came so hard I thought at first he was pissing into my face. He got a little bit into my mouth but most of it went all over my cheeks and forehead and in my hair." Moira's eyebrows were raised. "You liked it?" "He's so good-looking and has such a nice cock, I'da done anything for him. Then he asked me to clean it off my face with my fingers and lick it off. His cock stayed really hard. He said young girls like me need guys to come in their faces lots so we know what sperm is really for." Moira laughed at that, and tried to imagine what Kendra's dad looked like without any clothes on. She made a mental note to make herself available in advance of Kendra's next party. They worked in silence for a moment. Josee looked up and seemed poised to ask a question. "What?" asked Moira, sensing it. "Well, uhm, when did you, like, first do it with another girl?" she finally asked. Moira sat back on the milk crate and her eyes became unfocussed as she looked over Josee's shoulder. "Back about five years ago." "When you were eleven?" Josee was shocked. "Yeah. But it wasn't like with you and me," she reassured her. "We just kissed and stuff. She was our neighbour's kid. Like seventeen or something. I didn't even have boobs yet, so I don't know why she liked me." "Did you like it?" "Well, I thought it was weird at first, but she told me it was to learn how to kiss boys to get them to do what I wanted." "Was she hot?" "Yeah. Fucking hot. I think that's why I liked it so much. Like, I knew all the guys were hot for her, and that she could have anybody she wanted. But she wanted to kiss me, and that made me feel real good. I probably would've eaten her pussy if she asked. But she got pregnant and her mom and her moved away." "Were you guys together a lotta times?" "Only twice. We never did anything more than kissing and feeling each other." Moira turned to her friend. "What about you? I know you said I was the first, but you were so hot to fuck me that first night at your place I was sure you had done another chick before." "Mmmm, no, I had never had sex with a girl before until you, but one of my dad's girlfriends wanted to do me one time. She even tried to get into bed with me when he wasn't around." "What did she do?" Moira had stopped folding a hospital gown to stare at Josee. "She was all drunk and shit. I was kinda curious and maybe I woulda' let her do me, but she stunk like whiskey and was starting to piss me off. I just got outta bed after a while and left." "Was she hot?" "Not bad, I guess, since she was about forty. Dad dumped her after a few weeks." "You know what I saw one time?" Moira posed, smirking. "What?" "Tara Morley from phys-ed, at a party was doing some kind of pills or something, and these guys double- teamed her when she was passed out." "That bitch? I thought she and her boyfriend were gonna get married next year!" Moira laughed and shook her head. "They probably wouldn't if he ever found out. But I don't think anybody else saw it 'cept me. She was in the bedroom all fucked up on the bed and I was smokin' up in the walk-in closet with the door closed. I even thought about sticking a couple fingers in her to see if she's as tight as she acts." "And then what?" "Two frat guys came in. I've never seen them before. They pulled off her panties and one guy fucked her from behind while the other guy shoved his cock in her mouth and made her suck it." "Holy shit! Did she know what was going on?" "It kinda looked like she tried to fight it at first but she was trippin' pretty hard so I don't think she knew. They were done in about five minutes anyways." "Would you ever do two guys at once?" Josee's question caught Moira off guard. She stopped folding again and looked at Josee. "You mean suck dick and get fucked at the same time? I don't know. I might fuck one guy and let the other guy watch and then do him right after that. But I wanna enjoy myself when I get laid and with some guy fucking my mouth at the same time...you know? It's too much." *** Just then, the door to the room banged open and the girls jumped. It was the midget, and the man who'd brought them there stood beside him in the doorway. The smaller man surveyed the job they were doing and grunted in satisfaction. "We're gonna go refresh ourselves for a little while. If you want something to eat I'll order some pizza for you and get it delivered here. I'm so fucking nice I'll even pay for it, since you actually seem to be getting something done. But this had all better be finished when I get back in a couple of hours, including the stuff in the dryers. Okay?" The girls nodded eagerly at the mention of food. "Alright. I'll prepay it and you guys just have to watch for the pizza guy in about a half hour. What kind do you want?" After a moment of discussion, they settled on Hawaiian and the midget went off to phone in the order. The other man asked them what they planned to do about the night's accommodations. Moira shrugged. "I dunno. If I can't find my dad then we'll have to go to the "Y"." She paused. "I just don't want to crash there if I don't have to." Moira looked at him hopefully. "Do you know someplace we can stay for free?" The man looked at her and then switched his gaze to Josee. Finally he sighed. "I'll see what I can do. I might be able to find someone who'll put you up. In the meantime, work on this shit or you'll be sleeping in the your truck tonight." The midget reappeared then, his jacket on. "The food's on its way. Just make sure you get this done and I'll pay you when we get back. Okay?" The girls nodded. "And lock the door after the pizza guy leaves." After they left, the girls could hardly concentrate on the folding to be done, they were so hungry. With food on the way, along with perhaps a solution to their accommodation problems, their situation looked a little brighter. Soon their conversation returned to sex. "So what happened when that guy tried to stick his cock in your bum?" Josee asked. Moira didn't answer at first, and then related the story slowly. "Well, he was going down on me and he uhm, actually tried to lick me there first." Josee's jaw dropped. "He licked your ass? Right on your hole?" She asked unbelievingly. Moira didn't know why she felt embarrassed, but her face was a little red as she nodded. "What did it feel like? Wasn't it -- wouldn't it be, like, gross for him?" "It was alright, I guess. It felt kind of weird. I pushed him away after a minute, and he said I tasted clean and great and that he always did it for his old girlfriend. I don't know. I guess maybe it felt good. But then he made me turn over and he started fucking me from behind." "In your ass?" Josee gasped. "Not right away. But then he pulled out some lube shit and squirted it in my crack. He said he wanted to put his dink there and when I told him I'd never tried that before he said I was the only girl he knew who hadn't ever taken it in the ass." "Fuck that shit!" Josee blurted. "The only one I know who has ever done anal was Paula. But she won't say anything about who it was." Moira looked at Josee out of the corner of her eye. "Do you know why?" "No. How come?" "Cause it was her old man." "What?" Josee gawked at Moira in disbelief. "Yeah. He had been doing her for years, and she always made like it was some hot guy who picked her up every weekend and took her outta town. But it was just her dad coming to visit. Every story she ever told about getting fucked, it was probably him." "Eeeewwwww! You mean she sucked his cock and everything? Her own father? That's fucking gross! How come you know this?" "Cause I saw her fucking some guy in his pick-up one night, and then he was driving the same truck the next day. And plus he tried to feel me up in the grocery store so I know he likes 'em young like us." "And do you think she was talking about him when she said she'd been ass-fucked?" "Yeah." "But she said it felt real good! How can letting your old man do ya feel good? That's disgusting!" Moira shrugged. "Like I said, I bet he was diddling her since she was a kid." "Did she tell you that?" "No, but you remember when she said she lost her cherry? She said it was to some older guy out of town." Josee shook her head. "It just makes sense." Both girls were silent and then Josee remembered what they were talking about. "So that guy stuck his dick up your ass?" "Uhm, he kinda got the head in but when I told him to wait, he wouldn't so I just got away from him." "Did you fuck him anyway?" "Not after he had it in my ass. Mrs. Feedler says you can get some bad infection that way." Grade 9 Sex Ed had little else to teach Moira two years ago. It would have had little to teach the sixteen year-old five years ago. "So what'd you do?" "I gave him a hand job and let him shoot on my tits." "Why'd you wanna fuck him in the first place?" Josee asked curiously. "Well he was really cute, and he had a nice place. And plus I hadn't got laid in two weeks." "Fuck that, I've gone a month without getting fucked. I just used my fingers a lot." Moira guffawed. She knew full well how adept Josee was with her fingers. They called Josee's digits her "Magic Fingers" after the vibrating beds found in some motels. Every time they heard that phrase, on TV or coming from an adult, they'd break into giggles. "What did it feel like going in?" "In my bum?" Josee nodded. "Geez, you got a lotta questions about the ass-fucking thing tonight, don't you?" The younger girl smiled widely. "Well, it was kinda like taking a big shit, except it was going in. He even said for me to push out like I was taking a shit because it made my asshole relax and his dick could go in easier. It felt alright, I guess. I felt real stretched at first, but when he started pushing and I wasn't ready it hurt so I pulled off from him when he didn't stop." They talked until they heard a buzzer ring in the other room. "Pizza!" They shouted in unison and scrambled out of the room to the front. They eagerly opened the front door and snatched the box from the delivery man. The girls were devouring the food moments later right on the front counter, and didn't stop until there were only crumbs left. They found a jug of pop in a small fridge by desk and washed the pizza down with it. Sated, they walked slowly back to the linen room and lay down on the remaining piles of clean laundry. "So do you think that midget ever gets laid?" Josee ventured, feeling sleepy. "Maybe. If he can't find some chick that wants to fuck him, there's gotta be hookers in this city who'd do it for cash. But I bet there's girls who'd do him just to see if his cock is normal." "Would you?" Josee asked, mostly teasing. "Not unless his tongue is as long as he is!" Both girls laughed. "How much more of this do we hafta do?" Josee said, lifting her head off the pile on which she had collapsed. "This'll likely be done in another half hour, but he said there's more in the dryers." Josee groaned. "Well let's hurry up and get this done. I want that money." Moira reluctantly agreed, and they finished what was left in the room and then went into the next room to unload the dryers. "Hey, these aren't dry." Josee frowned as she felt the linens in the big gas-operated machines. "Neither are these." Moira checked the other units. "Guess he musta forgot to turn them on." The girls looked dubiously at the switches and dials on the front of the devices. "What do we do? Should we start them up?" Josee asked. "Fuck, no. I ain't touching these things. I wouldn't even know how to turn this on." She squinted at the blue pilot light visible underneath. "Probably blow us up or something." "So what do we do?" "Just wait here, I guess, until they come back." "I hope he still gives us the money," Josee frowned again. The girls retreated back into the folding room again and lay down across the stacked laundry, getting comfortable. They both sighed, and Moira rolled onto her back and looked at the drab ceiling. "I wonder what my dad is doing right now." She closed her eyes and shook her head in frustration. "I got a feeling my mom was right about him being full of shit. How could he give me a fake address like that? Why the fuck did he lie when he knew we were coming down for a couple days?" Moira felt closer to crying this moment than she had the whole day, even when she had hurt herself running from the store. Josee shuffled her pile over beside Moira and snuggled into her friend. Moira sniffed and pushed her head into Josee's neck. Even though she was bigger and older, she felt the need to be consoled and comforted. "It's okay, we'll figure things out tomorrow. We're gonna be alright tonight, right? We'll have some money and maybe a place to stay, and then tomorrow we'll go shopping or something and find some cool people to party with." Josee began to rub Moira's back and stroked her hair. She tenderly kissed her forehead, and Moira looked up at her and smiled weakly. She reached up with her own hand and gently traced the sides of Josee's face, and then shifted her position so she could sit up. She brought her face within an inch of the younger girls'. "You're so sweet. You make me feel better than any guy I've ever dated." Moira moved her face closer until her lips were nearly touching Josee's, and she was looking into her eyes. "I wanna always be able to do this to you," she whispered, and then leaned in, parted her lips and caressed the other girl's with her own. Josee pulled Moira closely against her and fell back slowly on the soft linens with the older girl on top of her. Their tongues pushed and licked against each other and Moira's felt her breasts rub against Josee's through their thin shirts. Josee moaned softly underneath her as they kissed intensely. Moira pulled herself off of Josee and then while kneeling, reached down and tugged her t-shirt up and off. Josee stared at her open-mouthed. "Here?" she whispered hoarsely. "Why not?" Moira replied with a gleeful smile. "They won't be back for another hour at least, and we got nothing else to do." She unhooked her bra behind her back and revealed her firm, round sixteen year-old breasts. Josee stared in awe at the perfectly-shaped orbs, with their silver-dollar sized aureoles and pencil-eraser nipples. Moira reached down and began to push Josee's halter top up her slim torso, and then helped her sit up and watched with her heart pounding as the fourteen year- old, grinning in anticipation, removed it the rest of the way. Josee's bra was next, and then she fell back down onto the towels underneath them, her supple breasts barely flattening. Moira looked down lustfully at the girl below her, and then lay down and thrilled in the feeling of her bare breasts against Josee's. They forced their tongues into each other's mouths, and clutched each other passionately, while Moira's knee found its way into Josee's crotch and began to put pressure against her pussy. "Ooohhh, fuck!" Josee groaned, pulling her mouth away from Moira's for an instant. "I want you so bad, I gotta have you!" She wriggled out from under Moira, and hastily began removing her shorts. Her panties were nearly off before Moira was even able to follow suit. Moira's tight jeans weren't quite so easy to remove, and for a few comical seconds, she struggled to peel them off, finally succeeding in extricating just one leg. It was enough for Josee, who, when she realized she wasn't wearing any panties, fell upon Moira and mashed her thigh against the older teen's cunt and kissed her furiously. Just seconds later, she moved down and squeezed Moira's breasts, licking and nibbling on her nipples, but her real goal lay farther south, and that's where she continued to head. Moira's pussy was bald, with baby-soft skin that she waxed regularly. The inner labia now protruded, swollen and glistening with Moira's arousal and Josee wasted no time in thrusting her face into their pinkness. Moira arched her back, gasping, as she felt the young girl's tongue probe between the lips and as deep as she could extend it between the vaginal walls. Josee's fingers pulled the pussy lips apart and her tongue began sloshing up and down Moira's cunt, plunging first into her vagina, and then up to her clitoris, flicking and digging at it. Moira responded loudly, with an "Unnngggghhhh!" as she felt the tip of Josee's tongue on her love button. She pulled her knees up towards her chest, rotating her snatch so Josee had easier access. In a foggy haze, she looked down and saw her juices smeared all over Josee's face, suddenly bringing her that much closer to orgasm. In that moment, she knew she loved Josee, loved her like one adult needed, wanted, craved another. "Oh God! Oh Joseeeee! Oh fuck! You're gonna make me come! Holy fuck!" Her eyes screwed tightly shut, Moira's muscles tightened, and Josee could feel her cunt contract around the two fingers she now had buried between Moira's legs. Josee's fingers thrust in and out as her tongue worked feverishly against Moira's clit, her mouth making slurping noises and her nose inhaling the sweet smell of Moira's lubricants leaking all over her hands. She wished she could use her other hand to frig herself while all this was going on, but it was holding her up. She knew in the back of her mind she would later get as good as she was able to give, so she ignored her own needs, and concentrated on bringing her older teenage lover to orgasm. Moira was now alternately panting loudly and grunting with the effort of holding her breath as she felt the impending explosion bubbling from deep inside her pelvis. The muscles in her legs were burning from flexing continuously the last couple minutes, but she had no intention of relaxing them as she tried to coax on her orgasm. Her fingers were locked in Josee's hair, and a deep red now flushed her chest and neck as the capillaries near the surface of her skin filled with blood. Josee's left arm was growing tired from jamming her fingers in and out of Moira's pussy, but she was savouring the taste of the fluids that coated her lips, cheeks and chin. She could taste its salty sweetness on her tongue and in the back of her throat. Josee knew Moira was close to coming, so she pushed and rubbed even harder with the tip of her tongue and felt Moira squirm suddenly underneath her. "Oohhh fuuu-" Moira's yell caught in her throat as her fingers yanked Josee's head into her snatch. Her eyes were closed tightly but her mouth opened wide in a silent scream as she went over the edge. Her body started to shiver and then immediately progressed to great, racking convulsions as she clamped her thighs around Josee's head and arched her back off the floor. "Unngghh!! Unngghh!! Unngghh!!" she moaned repeatedly, her muscles flexing and her body lunging up and down with each wave of her massive orgasm. Josee couldn't breath, but she continued to flutter her tongue against Moira's clit anyway, her fingers sawing furiously in and out of her cunt. One last prolonged lunge and Moira collapsed on the towels, weakly pushing Josee's face and tongue away, closing her thighs in an effort to stop the movement of her fingers. "Ohhh, ohhh, ohhh," she moaned feebly, nearly crying. "Oh fuck, oh fuck that was fuckin-" She was unable to complete the sentence for her inability to describe the intensity of the orgasm. "Oh shit, oh Jesus, goddamn!" Moira finally opened her eyes and attempted to focus on Josee, now sitting on her bum with her knees pulled up to her chest and a grin on her face. She moaned tiredly, and then giggled sheepishly. "Fuck me, Josee. That was the biggest come I've ever had. How'd you do that?" Josee shrugged modestly, still smiling. "I guess my 'Magic Fingers' got some help from my 'Magic Tongue' this time." "You little bitch!" she laughed, shaking her head. She gazed longingly at Josee's pussy, the lips swollen and spread slightly with moisture from her own arousal glistening there. "You know what'd be perfect?" Josee asked, catching Moira's glance and shifting off her bum and onto her hands and knees. She crawled slowly up beside the other teenager, and lightly kissed her lips, her hair brushing Moira's face and forehead. Moira could smell the strong musky odour of her own juices on the fourteen year-old, and still see some wet patches on her face. "What?" She watched breathlessly as Josee sat up and moved to straddle her face. "If I had a 'Magic Cock' to go with them." She smiled devilishly down at Moira as she lowered her pussy to the older girl's face. In response, Moira giggled and then drove her tongue straight up into the folds of Josee's inner lips and closed her eyes in bliss. Josee hissed, as her fingers went to her own nipples and tugged them, feeling them harden. She rocked her hips and ground her cunt into Moira's face. Her slim, tight body, with apple-sized breasts and slender waist was perched over the head of her teenaged lover and swayed as she became lost in Moira's ministrations. Her long curly hair tickled her back as her head lolled back, and her eyes rolled up into her head. Below her, Moira drilled her tongue against the young teen's clitoris, occasionally moving her mouth to plunge it into her vagina and being rewarded with faceful of pussy juice, spicy and warm and fragrant as only a young girl's can be. Josee had something in mind she wanted Moira to do, but didn't know if she should ask her to do it. She thought better of it, or at least until they were in a different situation. But the very thought of it brought her arousal level up another notch, and she felt an orgasm building quickly deep in her pussy. She rolled her nipples aggressively, and began to bounce slightly on Moira's face. "Oh yeah, ohhh, fuck yeah! Eat me, ohhh c'mon, eat me good! Unngghh!" Her body tensed and she roughly pulled Moira's face against her pussy. She dimly heard Moira moaning between her cunt lips as she climaxed, her vagina spasming, her tiny fourteen year-old body shaking as her orgasm washed over her like surf pounding rocks at the ocean's edge. She fell forward off Moira's face and rolled over onto her side, gasping. Her mouth opened and closed as she panted, feeling the pounding heart in her chest begin to slow. Moira propped her head up on her elbow, her face greasy with Josee's secretions. Smiling at Josee's slowly opening eyes, she used her other hand to collect the moisture off her cheeks and chin with her fingers, and cleaned each digit in turn with her tongue. "Your come was pretty good too, huh? Fuck, I love it when you grab my hair like that and pull my face into you," she said, caressing her own breasts. She eyed Josee's naked body and marvelled at the fury and intensity wound up in that petit frame with its soft skin and hard muscles. Josee reminded her of the young male lovers she had taken, with their enthusiasm and frantic thrusting, not to mention their ability to recover nearly immediately. They may have lacked finesse, but Moira took delight in their eagerness to please. Josee was just as passionate, but more tender and considerate in her lovemaking, thanks to being a girl as well. Josee lazily reached for her panties across the floor. "Guess we should get dressed in case they come back soon. Do you think he found us a place to stay?" "Mmm, I fuckin' hope so." Moira giggled. "I just ate at the 'Y', I don't wanna have to stay the night there too!" Josee burst out laughing, and lightly punched Moira in the ribs. The girls dressed and then sat and relaxed until they heard noises coming from out front again. They jumped to their feet, looking at the piles to make sure there was no evidence of their recent activity. The door popped open, and the midget ambled into the room a little unsteadily. "Well, I see I forgot to turn 'em fuckin' dryersh on again," he slurred slightly. He blinked blearily at the teens. The other man was no where to be seen. "But I'll pay you anyways. Just lemme get my checkbook." He turned and walked back out front. Moira looked at Josee and shook her head. "We better not take a check from this guy. My dad's girlfriend bounced a bunch of checks before she fucked off and since they had an account together or something, he had to pay for all the shit she took off with." The girls hurried after him. "Can you pay us in cash? We can't do fuck all with a check this late." She stood beside him as he rifled through a messy wooden desk. Moira, at 5'3 towered over the midget, and he craned his neck upwards and squinted. "Welll," he drawled, "I don't carry any cash on me so we gotta go to an ATM if you want it that bad." Moira nodded. "Okay, then follow me in your truck to the store." The girls were glad to get out of the stuffy building and into the fresh air again. They watched curiously as the midget climbed up into his car with large wooden blocks attached to the gas and brake pedals and then they jumped into their pick-up. Moira turned the key, but nothing happened. She tried again, but the dash lights barely came on. "Fuck!" She said angrily. She looked at the headlight switch and was chagrined to see it in the 'on' position. "How the fuck did that happen?" "What do we do?" asked Josee worriedly. "Guess we gotta ride with him," she replied, pissed off at yet another turn of bad luck that day. By this time he had pulled up beside them. "Problems?" He raised one of his furry eyebrows. "The fucking battery's dead." "Mmm, hop in, and you can go with me. I think I can get some booster cables somewhere. Or you can wait out here 'till I get back," he offered. Faced with the choice of riding with a drunk driver, or sitting in their dead truck in an industrial area of a town they weren't familiar with, they chose the lesser evil, grabbed their duffle bags and switched vehicles. Both girls sat in the back of his big Buick and stared out the window at the grimy surroundings. "Where's the other guy?" Josee finally ventured. "He got into the booze a little harder than he planned to," the midget snorted. He's still at my place." "Did he find someplace for us to stay tonight?" Moira asked hopefully. "Uhm, I'm not sure. You can ask him if you want. But I don't know what kinda shape he's in to tell ya now. Fuck, if he ain't got a place for you to stay, you can stay with me, I guess." The girls looked at each other in alarm. Bunking down with two strange men in a strange city did not appeal to them in least. They buckled themselves into their seats as the car took off down the street, the midget squinting through the windshield, barely able to see above the dash. The car weaved slightly as they made their way through the city. Every once in a while the man took a swig from a bottle wrapped in a paper bag that he kept on the seat beside him. They stopped first at a convenience store where the midget stumbled in to get some cash from the ATM inside, before eventually driving them to a dingy house in a run-down neighbourhood. To be continued? ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author does not condone the described behavior in real life. ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ Kristen's collection - Directory 40