The Drill

This is going to be a very long series... start with "The Convertible" and go from there, this is part two(sort of) of this series... I'll try to make it so they match up but they may get mixed up some... my apologies in advance. This Story is just a bit long, but Enjoy!

The hallway was packed with k**s, a thousand of them, from one end to the other. The stairs were crowded with k**s going up and coming down. Pam's locker was down that hall somewhere, she hoped. Twice already that day she got lost, and the books were getting heavy in her arms. She hated the first day of school. She pushed through the crowd. Her locker was on the left side, wasn't it? She had to remember which hallway, the locker number and the combination. She hated it.

She found her locker halfway down the hall, where the crowd of k**s was thickest. She wedged between two guys in football jackets and stepped over somebody's backpack. She lost her balance and bumped into a guy and a girl making out against the locker beside hers.

"Hey, watch it," the guy said, glaring at her.

"Sorry," Pam said.

"Hey, Pam, what's up?" the girl said.

Pam looked up. It was Debbie, with her arms around the guy's neck. Her face was flushed.

"Hi, Debbie. What are you doing here?"

"Hey, I'll see you. I gotta get to class," the guy said.

"Ok," Debbie said.

He gave her one last kiss, glanced at Pam and walked off through the crowd. They watched him go. Debbie had a wide grin.

"Wow, he's cute," Pam said. She shifted the books to her left hand and held them up with her knee. She turned the dial on the locker, trying to remember the combination.

"Yeah, I know. His name's Brian. He's a hot kisser, too."

"You move pretty fast, I mean for the first day of school, you know."

The locker didn't open. Pam spun the dial and tried again.

"I have to. Can't let the other girls get all the good guys. I already met three cute guys today."

Debbie leaned against the locker and watched Pam work the combination. Finally, the locker opened.

"Why did you pick Brian?" Pam said. She dumped the books in the locker with the others she collected that day.

"What makes you think I just chose Brian?" Debbie said, still grinning. "Besides, Brian gets my pussy wet. I think I wanna make it with him."

Pam tried not to look at her. She didn't want Debbie to see the jealousy on her face.

"How come you're here? I thought you graduated," Pam said. She closed the locker and spun the dial.

Debbie shrugged. She pulled the piece of gum from between her teeth into a string, wound it around her long fingernail and sucked it back into her mouth.

"I missed too much school, you know, when I was pregnant and all. They made me take it over." She glanced at the other k**s as if to see if they heard. "So, like, what's your next class?"

"Math," Pam said.

"I got English. It's downstairs. Really boring, I bet."

"Where's your locker?"

Debbie pointed to the locker beside Pam's.

"Right here. Right next to you."

"Where are all your books?" Pam said.

Debbie shrugged again. "Don't have none."

Pam shook her head. "You're so lucky."

"I know. I always am," Debbie said with a giggle.

The bell rang. Pam jumped. Debbie rolled her eyes.

"Oh shit. I hate that fucking bell," she said.

Pam scrambled to get the schedule from her pocket.

"I'm late. I can't believe I'm late again. I don't even know where my class is."

"Relax. It's not that big a deal," Debbie said and touched her arm. "Look, I gotta get to class. I'll meet you right here, ok, right after school? We can go to my house. I got some stuff to show you."

"Ok," Pam said.

Debbie walked off up the hall, swinging her arms and shaking her hips. The crowd of k**s had thinned. Pam looked both ways up the hall, unsure which way to go. She finally found the room on the second floor. The door was closed. She could hear the teacher's voice from inside. She turned the handle and opened the door slowly. He looked right at her.

Pam's heart stopped for a second. Her mouth parted slightly. He was gorgeous.

"You're late," he said. He had a rich, deep voice to go with his dark eyes. He picked up a sheet of paper from his desk. "Are you Pam McCullen?"

"Yeah?" she said in a voice just more than a whisper.

He marked the sheet with his pen. "I was afraid you got lost. That didn't happen, did it?"

"No," Pam said. Every k** in the classroom was looking at her. Their faces were so foreign.

He smiled. "Good. Have a seat. We've already started."

He turned to the chalkboard and continued writing. Pam looked for an empty seat. She found a desk near the back of the room behind a guy with a red jacket. The girl in the desk in the next row smiled at her.

The teacher was writing math stuff on the chalkboard. He had written his name in the upper left corner.

"Mr. Smith," Pam said softly. She watched his back as he wrote. He looked dreamy and his voice was so soothing.

"Hey, your name's Pam McCullen, ain't it?" said the girl in the next row, speaking in a low whisper.

"Yeah, it is."

"I thought so. Your b*****r's name is Ethan, right?"

"Yeah. How'd you know?"

The girl smiled. "Your b*****r plays hockey with my b*****r."

They listened to Mr. Smith. He outlined what they would do for that year, then passed out books and assigned a page of homework. Pam groaned. How could he give them homework on the first day?

Mr. Smith sat at his desk for the last few minutes of class. The rest of the k**s talked quietly. Pam leaned across the aisle to the girl in the next desk.

"What's your name?" she said.

"Nancy."

Pam looked at Mr. Smith. "He's cute. I hate having homework, though."

"I know it. Mr. Smith's the coach of the girl's softball team, too."

"Really?" Pam watched him working at his desk and tried to imagine him as a coach. She didn't know anything about softball, though.

The guy with the red jacket in the desk in front of her turned around.

"I heard he was gay," he said.

Nancy sneered. "You wish," she said.

The others sitting around them snickered. Pam smiled, but she had no idea what they were talking about.

"I heard he has a big dick," the girl behind Nancy said.

"Ooo, I'll bet it's real big," the guy in the red jacket said.

"Where'd you hear that?" Nancy said.

The girl behind her lowered her voice.

"My s****r's friend. She said she did it with him last year."

"No way," Nancy said.

"Did what?" Pam said.

They all looked at her.

"You know, it. Don't be stupid," the girl behind Nancy said.

Pam blushed and turned away. She didn't care what they said. She still thought Mr. Smith was cute. She was glad she had his class, even if he did assign homework on the first day.

The bell rang. Pam went back to her locker, glad to finally be done with the first day of school. The only thing she had to worry about was that she remembered which books she needed to do her homework.

Debbie was waiting by her locker. She had no books and carried nothing but her purse. She smiled when she saw Pam.

"So what was it like?" Debbie said.

"What was what like?"

"Math, silly."

Pam shrugged. The lock opened the first time she tried the combination. The stack of books had grown to fill more than half the locker. She got her purse and did not bother to put the math book or her binder in.

"It was all right. It was just math, I mean. He gave us homework on the first day."

Debbie sneered. "God. I hate that. Who was he?"

"Who?"

"The teacher."

"Mr. Smith."

"Oh God," Debbie said, rolling her eyes up. "He is like, such a doll. I had him for math last year. He's got this, like, gorgeous ass."

"Yeah, I know," Pam said. She could not look directly at Debbie.

"Look, are you doing anything tonight?"

Pam held up her math book. "Just homework."

"Is it a lot?"

"No, just one page."

"Good. Come on, you can do it at my house," Debbie said. She grabbed Pam by the arm and dragged her down the hall.

Debbie lived only a couple of blocks from the school. They walked past all the k**s waiting for buses and rides from their parents. The sun was still bright and warm. The leaves had not yet started to change colors.

Debbie talked of the other girls in school and the guys they were already going with. Pam listened, but couldn't understand why none of the guys asked her to go with them.

They walked up the driveway to Debbie's house.

"My b*****r's home. That's his car," she said, pointing to the red car in the driveway.

"What's his name?" Pam said. She paused a moment to look in the car. On the passenger seat was an old t-shirt, a baseball glove and a baseball.

"Gary. He works at Stewart Chevrolet, you know, the car dealership?" Debbie said.

"Oh."

"Yeah. He paints cars. That's why his looks so good."

"Oh," Pam said again. She didn't notice. She took another second to look at the paint job and followed Debbie into the house.

The inside was air conditioned and very comfortable. Pam set her math book on a table next to a chair.

"You want a pop or something?" Debbie said. She went to the kitchen and opened the refrigerator.

"Yeah, a pop," Pam said.

Debbie bent over with her hands on her knees.

"I got root beer or cherry pop. Which do you want?"

"Root beer," Pam said.

A guy appeared from behind the open refrigerator door. He wore a pair of shorts but no shirt and his chest was damp with sweat. He looked down at Debbie's backside and put his hand right on her butt.

"Hey, Deb," he said.

She squealed and stood upright suddenly. A can of pop dropped from her hand and bounced on the floor.

"Gary. You scared the shit out of me," Debbie shouted and slapped his bare chest.

He grinned. "You wanna fool around?"

He put both hands around Debbie's waist and pushed her back against the counter. His leg f***ed between her knees. He leaned forward to kiss her, but she turned her head.

"Gary, not now," she said, her hands on his shoulders.

Gary looked up and saw Pam. She smiled briefly. His hands dropped from Debbie's waist.

"Who's your friend?" he said.

He walked through the kitchen in her direction. Pam backed away until she ran into the table. The muscles in his chest and arms rippled and she couldn't keep her eyes off them.

"That's Pam," Debbie said.

"Hi," she said with a timid smile.

"Hey Pam." His eyes roamed down her body from her head to her toes. "You're a pretty hot chick. You wanna get it on?"

"Gary, leave her alone," Debbie said.

"What? She's old enough," Gary said, his hands out with the palms turned up.

"She doesn't wanna do it with you."

Pam wasn't so sure. She glanced at Gary's crotch. The front of his shorts had a nice lump.

"How do you know?" He looked at Pam. "What do you say? Real quick, right here on the couch?"

"Get out of here," Debbie said.

Gary nodded, grinning. "Right. You chicks just don't want me around so you can get it on."

Debbie smacked his shoulder. Gary flinched and laughed.

"All right, all right, I'm leaving," he said. He grabbed a ring of keys off the table and left.

Debbie sighed. "He can be such a jerk sometimes."

"Yeah," Pam said. She was sorry to see him go. Through the window, she watched him get in his car and drive off. He might have been a jerk, but at least he wanted to do it with her.

Debbie handed Pam a can of root beer. She dropped into the recliner and propped her feet up.

"Gary's the one who got me pregnant."

Pam's eyes grew wide. "Really?"

"Yeah. I told him he would. I warned him to use a rubber. He just fucked me anyway."

Pam stared. Debbie turned on the tv and flipped through the channels. Pam tried to imagine her having sex with her b*****r. She saw him laying on top of Debbie, between her spread legs. She closed her eyes. Her own crotch felt warm. She would love for that to happen to her, even with Gary, but especially with Ethan.

Debbie turned off the television. "This is boring. Come on, let's go to my room."

Pam grabbed her math book and followed Debbie down the hall to her room. Debbie shut the door and fell on the bed, bouncing. Pam instantly noticed a phone on the night stand by the bed, and her mouth fell open.

"Oh my God, you've got your own phone. Is it real?" Pam said.

Debbie's face looked incredulous. "Of course it's real. What do you think?"

Pam sat on the bed with one leg tucked under and one foot still on the floor.

"Can you call anyone anytime you want?"

"Yeah. Except when my Dad says it's too late. And I can't call when someone else is on the phone."

"Oh," Pam said, a little disappointed. It wasn't as exciting as if Debbie had her own phone all to herself.

"So, what do you wanna do?"

Pam held up her math book. "My homework?"

For a moment, Debbie looked horrified, but she smiled.

"Sure. Show me what you got." She scooted across the bed next to Pam.

"Well, it's the first lesson," Pam said, and opened the book.

"Oh, sure, that's easy. I can do this shit in my sl**p."

Debbie took the book from Pam's hands and set it in her own lap. She stared at the page for a long time without speaking. She turned a couple of pages, then turned them back.

"Yeah, I remember this stuff. God, I hate math."

Pam watched her, gnawing the end of her pen. She desperately hoped Debbie could help her get this done. She hated to think what Mr. Smith would think of her if she couldn't get the first homework assignment done.

Debbie sighed and handed the book back.

"I can't concentrate on that right now. I got too much on my mind. Sorry."

Debbie climbed off the bed and went to her dresser. Pam stared at her back, her mouth open. Was she serious? She looked down at the page, open to the first lesson. The math problems looked like a foreign language.

She turned the notebook to a fresh page and wrote "1." on the top line. The instructions didn't help. She read them for the third time. Mr. Smith explained how to do them, but only briefly, and she didn't understand what he meant and she couldn't remember, anyway. She wished she stayed and asked for help.

"I think I'll call Dale," Debbie said. She bounced back on the bed, sat on the edge, picked up the phone and dialed. Holding the phone to her ear, she looked at Pam and smiled.

Pam tried to smile back, but couldn't. She turned her face down to the math book so she wouldn't have to look at Debbie. Or was it so Debbie wouldn't see her face? She couldn't figure out what she was feeling. The words and the pages seemed to turn red.

"Hey, Dale. What's up?" Debbie said into the phone. She lay back against her pillows and twirled the phone cord in her fingers. "Huh? Not much. Just hanging out, you know. Like, what are you doing? What? No way." She put her hand over the mouthpiece and leaned toward Pam, lowering her voice. "He says he and Wes are drinking from his parent's liquor cabinet."

She giggled. Pam smirked and looked back at the math book. None of it made any sense, and she couldn't concentrate with Debbie talking on the phone. She tried to shut it out. She had to concentrate, try to figure out how to solve the first problem. She scribbled the numbers on the page in the notebook until she thought she had the answer, then started on the next problem. Only nine more to go.

Debbie said something and Pam stopped in the middle of writing the problem to listen. She couldn't be sure she heard it right.

"What? She put it in her mouth? Did she suck it? Oh my God," Debbie said and laughed.

Pam looked at her out of the corner of her eye. Debbie was on her back, looking up at the ceiling. What were they talking about?

"You did what? On her face and everything? No way," Debbie said, and laughed out loud. She noticed Pam looking at her and covered the mouthpiece. "Dale says he was getting a blowjob from some girl from Medford and he came on her face. Ain't that so crazy?" She took her hand away and spoke into the phone. "What? No, I was talking to my friend, Pam. She's sitting on my bed. No, dummy, she has her clothes on."

Pam set her pencil down. She couldn't concentrate, especially with the image in her mind of Debbie's friend shooting his stuff on the face of some girl from Medford.

Debbie sat back against the pillows and looked directly at Pam.

"Well, she's got blonde hair, she's real pretty ..." She looked at Pam's chest. "Yeah, they're nice, about as big as mine."

Pam blushed. Her arm covered her chest. Debbie giggled into the phone, then suddenly looked shocked.

"What? Is she a virgin? How the hell should I know, dummy?" Debbie said. She made a wide-eyed face at Pam.

Pam slapped at Debbie's leg, but she jerked it away, laughing.

"Ok, hold on." Debbie held out the phone. "He wants to talk to you."

Pam recoiled away. "Me? No way. No way."

"Yes, talk to him," Debbie said, and insistently thrust the phone at her.

Pam swallowed hard. She took the phone and held it up to her ear.

"Hello?" she said in a timid voice.

"Hey, are you Pam?" a boy's voice said.

"Yeah?"

"I'm Dale. How old are you?"

"Eighteen," Pam said.

Debbie climbed off the bed and went over to her dresser. She kicked off her shoes and unfastened her jeans.

"That's cool. I'm eighteen too, you know?" Dale said.

"Really?" Pam watched Debbie out of the corner of her eye. She wiggled out of her tight jeans, pushed them to the floor and stepped out. She wore black, lacy panties that had thin straps on the sides. Pam wished she had a pair of panties like those. All she had were plain, white cotton panties. She wished her body was more like Debbie's.

"So, look Pam, like are you hot, or what?" Dale said.

"What?"

"I said, are you a fox?"

Pam giggled. "I don't know. What's a fox?"

Debbie put on a pair of shorts and turned around. "Tell him you're a fox," she said.

Pam covered the mouthpiece. "Why?" she said in a loud whisper.

"If you're a virgin, I bet you must be pretty hot," Dale said before Debbie could answer.

Pam's mouth opened wide. "You think so?"

"Definitely. You like to kiss guys?"

"I guess so," Pam said. Her face became serious. "Why?"

"'Cause I'd like to give you a kiss," Dale said.

Pam giggled and covered her mouth. "You would?"

"Sure. Don't you wanna kiss me?"

Pam couldn't answer. Suddenly, she was warm all over and her breathing was heavy.

"I can hear you breathing," Dale said. "Look, why don't you and Debbie come over? I'll let you suck on my dick, and I'll cum on your face, too."

Pam gasped. The words buzzed in her ears. She slammed the phone down and looked into Debbie's surprised eyes.

"Why'd you do that?" Debbie said.

Pam shrugged. She was trembling.

"I don't know. I didn't like what he was saying."

Debbie looked from her to the phone and back again.

"What'd he say?"

Pam shrugged again. Her pulse raced.

"He said he wanted me to ... He wanted to come on my face."

Debbie stared at her for a second, then laughed. "So you hung up on him?"

"Yeah, he was rude."

Debbie laughed again. "What's wrong with giving Dale a blowjob? Don't you want him to cum on your face? I know he's not the best looking guy, but ..."

"I didn't think it would be right," Pam said, but looking at Debbie's face, she wasn't so sure. If Dale asked her to suck his dick, why shouldn't she? So what if he wanted to come on her face? She'd like that, too, wouldn't she?

Debbie shrugged it off. "No biggie. He'll call back. We can suck his cock some other time."

Pam swallowed and squeezed her legs together. She wanted him to call back right that moment. If he asked again, she would suck his cock.

Debbie picked up a bottle of red nail polish and shook it. "Hold out your hand," she said, and twisted the cap off.

Pam looked at her math book, open on the bed beside her, and held out her hand. Debbie pulled her closer and rested Pam's hand on her bare knee. She touched the brush to the nail on her pinky finger, painted it quickly, and moved on to the next. The tip of her tongue stuck out of the corner of her mouth.

"That's a nice color," Pam said. The deep red polish sparkled. "I bet my b*****r would like it."

Debbie paused. "You have a b*****r?"

"Yeah. I thought you knew."

Debbie shook her head. "How old is he?" She set Pam's right hand aside and started on her left.

"He's eighteen. He plays hockey."

"Is he cute?"

Pam shrugged. "I guess so. He's my b*****r."

Debbie grinned. "Is he hung?"

"Is he what?"

"Hung, you know, is he hung?"

"What does that mean?"

"It means does he have a big dick."

Pam giggled, trying not to let Debbie see how nervous she was.

"How should I know?" She hoped Debbie couldn't tell she was fibbing.

"You're his s****r, right? Didn't you ever see him naked?"

Pam blushed and looked away. Debbie watched her face. The room was very quiet. Debbie lifted Pam's hand from her knee.

"Your nails are done. I'll brush your hair while we wait for them to dry. Turn around."

She set the nail polish on the table by the bed and picked up the hair brush. Pam scooted on the bed, turned her back to Debbie and sat with her legs crossed, her hands resting on her knees and her fingers spread wide. Debbie was quiet while she brushed. Pam was afraid she said something to make her angry. She tried to think of something else to talk about, and remembered what the girls in math class said.

"I heard Mr. Smith has a big dick," she said, and wondered why she brought that up.

Debbie chuckled. "I heard that, too."

"Do you think it's true?"

"I hope so," Debbie said with a sigh. "I'd like to see it up close, to make sure."

"How close?" Pam turned to look at Debbie.

"This close." Debbie held the end of the brush up to her open mouth like a microphone. They both laughed.

"Would you suck it if you saw it that close?"

"Hell, yes," Debbie said, and they laughed again.

"Would you let Mr. Smith come on your face?"

Debbie laughed out loud. Her face turned deep red. Pam couldn't help laughing with her.

"I bet he'd shoot a ton of stuff, all over my face. I'd be like this," she said, and puffed out her cheeks and made her eyes bulge. They laughed harder. Debbie sighed and her eyes turned up with a dreamy look. "I'd love to do it with a guy who had a really big thing, just once, just to see how it felt."

"Why?"

Debbie shrugged. "I heard guys with big dicks do it better."

"Do you know any guys with big dicks?" Pam said.

"No. I mean, not really, I mean, I know guys who are bigger than others, but I never saw a guy who was really, really, like really hung."

She held out her hands like she was measuring a fish, and they spread farther and farther apart. Debbie laughed. Pam chuckled, but didn't look right at her.

"I just love the feel of it, you know?" Debbie continued. "I love to feel a guy's cock in my mouth. It's like, so warm and so hard, and it goes back and forth." She shivered and grinned. "I just love it like that."

"Will you show me how?" Pam said, looking back over her shoulder.

"Show you what?"

"How to ... you know, give a blowjob?"

"What do you mean, you've never done it before?"

Pam shrugged. "Maybe. But I don't know if I did it very good."

Debbie laughed. Her face turned red. "Pam, guys don't care, trust me. As long as you put his dick in your mouth, he don't care how good it is."

Debbie covered her mouth with the back of her hand while she laughed. Pam only smiled. Debbie stopped laughing.

"Ok, I'll show you. Turn around."

Pam turned around and they faced each other with their legs crossed. Debbie raised the hairbrush, holding it by the bristle end. The handle end was a round shaft with a blunt end.

"Pretend this is a guy's cock," Debbie said. "You know what one looks like, right?"

Pam giggled. "Sure. I'm not that dumb."

"Good. I hope you know what a cock looks like." She held the blunt end close to her mouth. "First, you kiss it, then you lick it a few times," she said, and pressed her lips to the handle. Her tongue poked out and ran up and down the handle. "Then you just suck on it." She put the handle between her lips and slid it in and out of her mouth. "That's it," she said with a shrug. "Oh, and make sure you don't let your teeth touch the cock. Guys hate that."

"Ok," Pam said with a confident nod.

Debbie angled the brush toward her. "Now you try it."

Pam licked her lips. "What do I do again?"

"Kiss it and lick it like you really like it."

"Will I?"

Debbie grinned. "I really like it."

Pam leaned forward and kissed the tip a few times. She stuck her tongue way out and ran it up the sides of the handle, just like Debbie did. She looked into Debbie's eyes. She had a smirk on her lips. Pam put her hand around Debbie's hand, pulled the brush closer, and closed her mouth over the end of the handle.

"Are you sure you never did this?" Debbie said.

Pam licked her lips and wiped her mouth.

"I did it a couple of times."

"With who?"

Pam shrugged. "A guy."

Debbie made a disappointed face. "Did you make him cum?"

"I guess so."

Debbie laughed. "I bet you did. He came in your mouth, too, didn't he?"

Pam blushed and giggled. "Yeah, he did."

Debbie shook her head and put the brush on the bedside table.

"You're something, you know that? I thought you were, like, all so innocent. You know shit, you just don't admit it."

"I just want to be good at it, like you."

Debbie laughed. "What makes you think I'm good at giving head?"

"Well, you are, aren't you?"

Debbie's laughing stopped. "Yeah. So what?"

"So ... I want to be good at it, too," Pam said, fingering the top edge of her sock.

"It's not so hard. I just showed you."

"What about kissing?" Pam said.

"What about it?"

"Well, I want to be ready when I get to do it with a boy. I want to do it right. We should practice on each other."

Pam watched Debbie's eyes, hoping she hadn't gone too far. She didn't look upset, though. She was looking down at the bedspreads and her lips were curled up in a grin. She looked up and her face was serious.

"Ok. It's easy. Mostly, you just let the boy do the kissing and you sort of go along with it. I'll be the boy. You just close your eyes."

Pam closed her eyes and leaned forward with her lips slightly parted. Her breath was shallow and weak, but her bl**d burned in her veins. The wait seemed like forever, until Debbie's lips touched hers, and lights flashed behind her closed eyes. She pressed with more f***e. Pam's lips yielded, and Debbie's moist tongue pushed into her mouth.

Debbie's hand touched her cheek. Pam tilted her head to the left and let Debbie's tongue push deeper into her mouth. Debbie's hands rested on her shoulders. Her lips moved down her cheek to her neck. Pam gasped and moaned from deep within herself.

"Was that good?" Debbie whispered.

Pam sighed. "Yeah, that was good."

"You think you'll be ready when you do it with a boy?"

"I guess so. Yeah, maybe," Pam said. Her head spun. She desperately wanted to feel Debbie's lips on her neck again.

"Does your b*****r turn you on?"

"I don't know. Why?"

"I bet he thinks you're a turn-on," Debbie said. She put her hands on Pam's chest and squeezed gently through her blouse. "You have nice boobs."

"Your's are bigger than mine," Pam said with a soft sigh. Her eyes were half closed. The room was silent except for her breathing. The touch of Debbie's fingers made her skin tingle.

"You think so?" Debbie said. She pulled her shirt up over her chest. She wore a lacy, black bra that matched her panties. Her breasts were squeezed into it, stretching the delicate fabric. She unhooked the catch at the front, between her swollen, soft breasts, and pulled the cups away, letting her breasts fall free. They bounced and shook. Pam turned her head, pretending not to look, but looked anyway, out of the corner of her eye. Debbie cupped them in her hands.

"Do you think my nipples are ugly?" she said, rolling the soft, pink points in her thumb and forefinger.

Pam stared at her nipples. Her mouth watered. The warm, moist area between her legs tingled and she squirmed.

"No," she said with a shake of her head. Her hair fell across her eyes and she brushed it behind her ears.

"Let me see your's," Debbie said.

Pam hesitated, watching her to see if she was serious. She seemed to be waiting. Slowly, Pam unbuttoned the front of her blouse. Debbie's eyes watched her hands eagerly. She wasn't sure what she should do. Her bra didn't open in the front. She untucked the blouse from her jeans. Her heart was pounding.

The corners of Debbie's mouth curled up. Pam set her blouse neatly aside on the bed, reached behind herself and unfastened the clasp of the bra with her trembling hands. The bra fell from her shoulders and she set it on the bed with her blouse.

"They're nice," Debbie said, staring at her chest. "They're not too small."

Her hands came up and touched Pam's breasts. Pam sucked in a breath. Debbie's fingers squeezed.

"They're soft, like mine. Your nipples are pretty," Debbie said, rubbing them between her fingers.

Pam bit her lower lip and moaned softly. Debbie brushed her long, dark hair back over her shoulders and pushed her chest out.

"Feel mine. What do you think?"

Pam placed her hands over Debbie's boobs and squeezed gently. Debbie's eyes closed.

"They feel soft. And they're bigger, too," Pam said in a low, breathy voice. Debbie smirked. "What's funny?"

Debbie's eyes opened. "Pam, you got a nice body, believe me." She touched one of Pam's breasts. "Your tits are really great. Don't worry about it. Guys really dig a girl with tits like your's."

She climbed off the bed. Pam cupped her own breasts in her hands and they filled her palms.

"You think so? They don't seem very big, not like your's," Pam said. She watched Debbie's breasts jiggle as she pulled her shirt off over her head, and was reminded of Mrs. Thorn's.

"I said don't worry about it. Besides, your's will probably get bigger in a year or two. Mine did."

"I don't know what to do with them."

"Just let guys touch them. My God, it's like all they ever think about. They can't keep their hands off my boobs." Debbie unfastened the button and zipper and looked down into her shorts. "My pussy is like, so wet." She dropped the shorts to the floor and stood by her dresser in her panties and socks.

"I like your underwear," Pam said.

"You do? Thanks." Debbie turned her hips, modeling the panties. She ran her hands down over her sides. Her fingers brushed over the mound of her pussy.

"I'd like to know where I can get some like that," Pam said. She watched Debbie's hand and was sure she could see the slit of her pussy lips under the panties.

Debbie opened the top drawer of her dresser. "You can have some of mine, if they fit."

"I can what?"

Debbie turned around, holding up a light blue satin bra with lacy fringe. "What do you think?"

"It's beautiful."

"Try it on," Debbie said, and tossed it on the bed. "These go with it." She tossed a pair of matching panties to the bed.

"Can I?"

"Sure. Why not?"

Pam scooped them up, got off the bed and started toward the door to change in the bathroom, but Debbie hooked her thumbs under the waistband of her panties and pushed them to her knees. Pam suddenly couldn't move, and couldn't take her eyes off Debbie's backside. She was completely nude, except for her white socks, and was bent slightly at the waist, looking through the dresser drawer.

Pam lay the lacy bra and panties back on the bed. She removed her blouse and the plain, ugly bra Mom made her wear, took off her jeans and the plain, white cotton panties. Just like Debbie, she was completely nude except for her socks.

"These are my favorites," Debbie said. She held up a pair of tiny red panties and poked her fingers through an opening in the crotch. "They got a slit in the middle."

"What for?" Pam said. She held the lacy panties in front of her, covering herself down there.

"So you don't have to take them off to get fucked."

Pam's eyes grew wide. Her head suddenly felt light. Debbie laughed. Pam sat on the edge of the bed and squeezed her legs together.

"Look," Debbie said, pointing to Pam's panties on the floor by her feet. In the center of the crotch was a large, wet stain. "I got you turned on, too. You must be really wet."

Pam's legs parted and she looked down.

"I am," she said, and they both laughed.

Debbie slipped the red panties up her long legs and pulled them snug against her crotch. Pam put on the lacy, light blue panties and bra, and stood up to model them for Debbie.

"What do you think?"

Debbie put her hands on her hips, cocking her head to one side, then the next. The straps of the red panties cut into her flesh and her hard nipples stood out at the tips of her bare breasts.

"You look hot," Debbie said. She adjusted the straps of the panties on Pam's hips, pulling them higher, and molded her boobs in the cups of the bra. She held Pam's hands in each of her's and backed away, stretching her arms out. She smiled. "It looks really nice on you. I think that it looks better on you than on me."

She gazed deep into Pam's eyes. The corners of her mouth curled up in a devious smirk. She leaned toward her, her head tilted to the side and her lips parted. Pam sucked in a quick breath. Before she knew it, Debbie's soft lips were pressed against hers, working in gentle circles. Pam opened her mouth and their tongues touched in the warm air between their mouths. Debbie's hands settled lightly on the curve of Pam's waist and a couple of fingers on each hand slipped under the straps of the panties.

"They fit you," Debbie said with a soft smack of her lips. "You can keep them, if you like."

"Thanks," Pam said in a breath of a whisper.

Debbie lay on the bed on her back with a deep sigh, her arms stretched over her head on the pillow. Pam crawled on the bed beside her on her belly, propping her chin on the palms of her hands. Debbie's knees rubbed together.

"God, I need a man, like so bad," Debbie said with a moan. "I'm gonna burn up if I don't get some action soon."

"Yeah, me too," Pam said.

She touched Debbie's knee with the tip of her finger. She had beautifully tanned, smooth skin. Her own arms and legs were pale. Debbie's hand rested on her belly, just above the elastic band of her red panties. Her hips twisted and writhed. She moaned softly from her open mouth. Her long, firm legs fell apart to a narrow V shape.

"I am like, really, really wet," Debbie said.

Her fingers moved over her mound and touched the moist lips of her pussy through the slit in the crotch. Pam's eyes grew wide. Debbie's legs spread wider and her thigh touched Pam's arm. Her index finger and middle finger pushed between her pussy lips and rubbed softly. Debbie bit her lower lip and moaned out loud.

The tingling between Pam's legs grew more intense. She squirmed, rubbing herself on the mattress while she watched Debbie's hand. Her hand squeezed Debbie's thigh. Debbie's hips rocked harder. Her fingers rubbed faster. Her whole body convulsed.

All at once, she stopped with a heavy sigh. Her arms and legs fell limp.

"I need your help," Debbie said, panting. Her bare chest and thighs were covered with tiny drops of sweat. She raised her head.

"Why?" Pam said.

"I can't do it."

"Can't do what?"

"Make myself cum. I need your help."

Pam glanced down between Debbie's legs, then up at her eyes. "What do you want me to do?"

Debbie sat up, leaned back against the pillow, and spread her legs. "Touch me."

"What?" Pam said and backed away.

"Come on, please, I need to cum. Give me your hand."

Pam held out her hand. Debbie separated Pam's fingers until just her middle finger stood up, and stuck it in her pussy.

"Oh my God," Pam gasped. Her eyes bulged out as her finger disappeared inside Debbie. Her heat and wetness spread through her hand. She trembled as Debbie moved her finger up and down over her wet slit.

"Oh God yes, that feels so good," Debbie moaned, barely in a whisper. She squeezed Pam's wrist, pumping her finger in and out of her cunt. "Keep doing it, just like that."

She released Pam's wrist. Pam could hardly breathe. Her eyes were glued to Debbie's pussy, where her shiny, wet middle finger slid in and out of her pussy.

"Use two fingers," Debbie said.

Pam inserted her index finger, just as she saw Debbie do with her own fingers.

"Mmm yeah, that's good. Rub it faster, right there," Debbie said. Her eyes were closed. Her hands pushed down on the mattress by her hips.

"Does that really feel good?" Pam said.

"Mmm yeah, so good." Debbie reached over to the side table for the hairbrush and held it out for Pam. "Here, fuck me with this."

"The brush?" Pam said. She turned it over in her hand.

Debbie moved farther up the bed and spread her legs wide. "Uh huh. I've done it before."

Pam made an ugly face and held the brush out like a dead a****l.

"Oh gross. I just put this in my mouth."

"What's so gross about that?"

"You put it in your ... inside you."

Debbie laughed. "It's not gross. You'll like it, eating a pussy, you know?"

Pam's eyebrows arched. She remembered Todd doing that to her, but she couldn't believe girls would do that to each other. She stared into Debbie's face, trying to imagine which girl she did it with.

Debbie's fingers spread her pussy lips between the split in the crotch of the red panties.

"Come on, put it in me. Don't keep me waiting," Debbie said.

Pam looked at Debbie's wet, pink opening, and at the rounded end of the brush handle. Debbie's tongue stuck out, running over her puffy lips, and her hips moved slowly side to side. She touched the tip of the handle to Debbie's moist, pink area.

"Oh yeah, push it," Debbie said with a soft moan.

Pam pushed gently. Debbie's pussy seemed to open to accept the brush. She moaned again. Her butt rose off the bed.

"Oh baby. Oh baby," Debbie said.

"Is that right?"

"Yes. Give me more."

Pam pushed the handle deeper.

"More. Fuck me with it, baby," Debbie said.

Pam pumped the brush slowly in and out, working it into Debbie's body an inch at a time, just the way she remembered Mr. Thorn and Todd doing it to her, except that their real penises were hot and hard. At least the brush handle was hard.

Debbie's hips rose off the bed and churned in circles. Her left arm reached way over her head and clenched the edge of the mattress between the bed and the wall. Her breasts shook as her body rocked back and forth. With her right hand, she grabbed one of them and squeezed, pinching her nipple. She opened her eyes and looked at Pam.

"You're doing it to me. I'm gonna cum. I'm gonna cum," Debbie said. "Uhn, oh God, oh God ..."

She bit her lower lip. Her eyes squeezed shut. Her body convulsed and thrashed on the bed. Pam's mouth hung open. She couldn't take her eyes away. This was something she didn't want to miss.

Debbie's convulsions slowed and stopped completely. She lay limp, panting and sweating. Her breasts quivered with each deep breath. Her nipples were no longer hard points, but had become slack. Pam continued to pump with the hairbrush, although Debbie stopped moving. Eventually, here eyes opened and she smiled again.

"You can take it out now," Debbie said. "You did it. You like, made me cum."

"I did?" Pam said. She let go of the brush, but didn't know if she should take it out or leave it in.

"Yeah. Didn't you ever, like, fuck a girl before?"

Pam's mouth opened in a wide, horrified O shape and she shook her head.

"No way," she said.

Debbie twisted the brush in her pussy. "Didn't you like it?"

Pam started to say something, but stopped. She looked at Debbie's hand, turning the brush between her legs. Her juices glistened on the brush and on her thighs. She looked at her hand. It was covered with her juices, too.

"Yeah, I guess," Pam said.

Debbie pulled the brush out with a wet pop sound.

"Do you wanna eat me now?"

"What?" Pam said.

The doorbell rang. Debbie sat up quickly, closing her legs.

"Oh shit. Who the hell is that?"

Pam shrugged. Debbie jumped off the bed and grabbed an oversize football jersey from the dresser drawer.

"You wait here. I'll get rid of whoever it is," Debbie said. She stepped through the door and pulled it shut.

Pam held her breath, trying to hear through the door. She heard voices, but not clearly enough to understand what they were saying. They were quiet a long time, then the door opened and Debbie came back in. Her face was flushed. She leaned back against the door, looking around the room. She grabbed the math book and stuffed it in Pam's hands.

"I'm real sorry, Pam," Debbie said. She picked up Pam's clothes and shoved them at her. "It's Dale. I've been waiting to see him all week." She paused and giggled. "He wants to fuck me. You don't mind, do you? I'll call you later. Maybe we'll talk about guys again."

Pam dressed while she talked. She wanted to say something, but wasn't sure what to say. Debbie practically pushed Pam through the living room past Dale, who waved, and out the front door.

"Call you later. Bye," Debbie said, and slammed the door.

Pam stood on the front porch, holding her old panties and bra and the math book, trying to figure out what just happened. A couple of boys rode by on their bikes, looked at her once, and kept going.

Pam walked home, still in a daze. She stuffed her panties in her pocket, but folded the bra and carried it under the math book. Two or three times she looked back at Debbie's house, trying to imagine her doing it with Dale, until the house was out of sight.

Debbie's light blue panties and bra felt odd under her clothes. They weren't loose and bulky like the underwear Mom made her wear, but were a bit snug, especially on her crotch, and the bra pushed her breasts up. When she walked, her jeans and her blouse seemed to glide over the smooth, delicate fabric. Her skin tingled. Her insides felt warm and moist. She couldn't wait to get home so she could take off her clothes and look at herself in the mirror.

The house was empty when she got home. She threw the math book on the kitchen table and ran upstairs. Mom had a full length mirror on the back of her bedroom door. She looked at herself in it and smiled. Through her clothes, she could already see the difference. Her breasts stuck out more under the blouse, and she could make out the lines of the panties under her jeans. The thought that she walked all the way home and people, especially boys, might have seen her like that made her shiver.

She ran her hands down her body from her chest to her hips, feeling how her body curved. Her hands came together between her legs and pressed on her warm mound. She moaned. Her legs became weak and she fell back on Mom's bed. God, she wished a guy would come over to fuck her.

She touched the back of her hand to her forehead. She was very warm, burning up all over. The tingling between her legs wouldn't stop. She had to do something about it, right away. But with what?

She looked on Mom's dresser. Her brush had a round handle, but it was thin. That wouldn't do. Her own brush had a flat handle. She clenched her jaws and squeezed her legs together. Mrs. Thorn's rubber thingie would be perfect, but she couldn't just go over there and ask to use it. Mr. Thorn would be even better, but she couldn't ask to use him, either.

Pam went through the house, looking for something, anything, to fuck herself with, anything that looked like a boy's thing. In the kitchen, she went through all the cupboards and drawers. One of Mom's knives had a handle with a rounded end, but she didn't like the idea of putting a knife so close to her special place.

Next, she checked the pantry closet, where Mom kept all the cleaning stuff. Some of the brushes had long handles, but the mop caught her eye. She took it out of the closet, running her hand over the rounded end. It was thick enough, and definitely long enough. She sat on the stool and held it to her groin, rubbing her warm area through her jeans.

She put it back in the closet and flopped into the arm chair in the living room. Her pussy buzzed, and she was still warm all over. She wanted something hard inside her, something warm and hard, something with a body she could wrap her legs around. Debbie had that, why couldn't she?

Ethan had it, too, just what she needed, hanging between his legs. If he was there, she'd ask him, no she would tell him she needed him to do it to her.

She jumped up and ran out to the garage. If Ethan couldn't be there himself, she could use something else he might have. She opened each drawer of his tool chest. Maybe he had a hammer with a long handle or a ...

She stopped suddenly, staring into the bottom drawer. Her mouth fell open.

"Oh my God," she said. She wasn't sure what it was, but it was awesome. She lifted it out of the drawer, cradling it in her hands like a new baby.

It must have been an electric screwdriver or drill or something, because of the twisty mechanical thing at the end and the button. But it was the rest of the tool that excited her. The body was made of smooth, yellow plastic in a long, thick tube shape with a rounded end and a bend in the middle. Her mouth watered. It was enormous, just like Ethan's real thing, and it was thick and heavy, just like Ethan's.

She shoved the tool chest shut and rushed back into the house, holding the tool with both hands. She ran straight up to her room, dropped the tool on the bed, and stripped out of her clothes.

She was panting and her whole body trembled. Her pussy was still warm and wet, maybe wetter than before. She pushed the light blue panties down, sat on her bed and picked up the tool. It was incredibly huge in her hands. She couldn't believe she was really going to do this. She must have been crazy. The tool was far too big for her.

Pam propped her pillows against the headboard, lay back and spread her legs. She fondled the rounded end of the tool, licking her lips. She only wished Debbie was there to do this to her, like she did to Debbie. Maybe next time, if there was a next time.

She pulled her pussy lips apart and pushed her middle finger in. God, she was so wet. Maybe the tool would go in easily.

She lined it up with her hole with one hand, holding her lips spread with her other. The cold tip touched her opening and she gasped. It was nothing like the real thing, or even like Mrs. Thorn's rubber one, but it would have to do.

She pushed gently and squealed. She was panting harder. That hurt as much as the first time Todd tried to put his in. Maybe she couldn't do it. She rubbed the plastic tip over her wet slit. Her hips rocked up and down and she licked her lips, clenched her jaws, and pushed harder.

Pain shot through her body, but she kept pushing until the pain got to be too much and she quit. She barely got the tip of the tool inside her. How was she supposed to get the rest in if it hurt too much? She rubbed her fingers across her wet slit and bit her lower lip. The tingling was too strong. It didn't matter how much it hurt, if she was ever going to relax, she had to get that thing inside her.

Her chest rose and fell with heavy, deep breaths, straining her breasts against the tight bra. She looked at the long, thick, heavy tool in her hand. It was more than just getting herself off, though. If she ever wanted Ethan to love her, she had to be able to take his thing. One day he might ask her to love him. If she wasn't ready, he might not ask her again. What was it Debbie said about boys with big dicks? She couldn't remember, but it was something good. And Ethan had a very big dick. She had to know how good it felt.

Pam took a deep breath and resolved to try it again. She lined the tool up with her pussy again, pushing the cold, hard tip against her wet, pink opening. The pain was sharp and stinging. She winced, squeezing her eyes closed, and whimpered, but she pushed.

"Ow ... ow ... ow," she moaned. Her pussy lips spread wide, until she felt the tool sliding into her. She held it there, panting, and looked down.

It really was inside her, about an inch or so. Her pussy stretched around it. She smiled. It didn't hurt so much, now that it was in. She settled back again, raised her butt a little higher, and slowly worked the tool a little deeper into her body.

"Mmm ... Mmm." It was working. She could feel it pushing deeper, and the pain wasn't nearly as intense. She adjusted her grip, pushed harder, and groaned. She let go. It stayed. About half the handle was lodged inside her. She pressed her fingers on her lower belly and felt the hard lump through her muscles and skin. She squeezed the handle again, just above the bend, and worked it slowly in and out. Her pussy made a light squishing sound.

"Uhn, yes ... Uhn, yes," she said, muttering softly. She was fucking herself. It wasn't the same as with a real man, but it was ok for right then.

She closed her eyes, licked her lips, and rubbed her free hand over her belly, up to her breasts, pretending she had a man's body on top of her's and between her legs. Her breathing was slow and heavy. Her hips heaved up when she pushed the tool in, and sunk back to the mattress when she pulled it back out a bit. The only thing that could make it better would be if she could feel a man's warm cream spilling inside her, like Ethan's or Todd's, flowing over her hot skin and collecting in pockets on her breasts and in her belly button, oozing from between the lips of her ...

She heard a quiet cough and her eyes snapped open. Ethan stood over her, with an amused look on his face. Pam screamed and rolled on her side, squeezing her legs together. The tool slipped another inch or two into her pussy, past the bend, forcing the tip of the handle sideways deep in her body. She tried to pull the blanket over her, but she was on top of it and it refused to move.

"What are you doing?" Ethan said.

"Nothing. Leave me alone. Get the hell out of here," she shouted. She was sure he could see the yellow tool sticking out between the cheeks of her ass, but she didn't care. Finally, the blanket came loose and she pulled it over herself.

"Why don't you go away?" she said. He was grinning. She noticed a huge bulge in the front of his jeans.

"What are you wearing?" Ethan said, pointing.

Pam froze. "Nothing."

"Where'd you get that bra?"

Pam's face burned. "None of your business. Get out of here," she said, screaming the last part as loud as she could.

Ethan didn't move. She swung at him with the back of her hand and hit him in the hip. The tool jammed itself another inch deeper, rubbing the inner wall of her channel. Her orgasm pounded her suddenly. Pam gasped. Her body convulsed, throwing the blanket partly off her backside, exposing her ass again. She clamped her hand over her mouth and tried to muffle her moans. The rest of her body jerked over and over. There was no way he could miss that.

"Doesn't that hurt?" Ethan said.

Pam shook her head. Her moans were too difficult to contain and leaked out between her fingers. Colored lights flashed behind her closed eyelids and the world seemed to stop for a long time. She tried to hold her breath, but she was breathing too hard. She opened her eyes a crack and saw Ethan still standing over her.

"I was looking for that drill," he said. "I need it to finish Mom's flower box, but if you're using it ..."

Pam glared, but he didn't seem to notice. She reached between her legs. She had to spread them to get the drill out, and her left leg stuck out from under the blanket. She pulled. The tool came out slowly. She whimpered. It finally emerged with a wet pop.

"Here," she said. As he took it, she glanced again at his jeans. His long bulge stretched down the front.

"It's wet," Ethan said.

"Sorry." She rolled over, hugging the blanket over her naked body, and looked straight up to his eyes. She wanted to ask him to take off his jeans, to take out his thing and love her with it, but something stopped her. Instead, the words came out, "Now will you leave, please?"

"All right. Jesus, don't have a fit." Ethan turned and walked out of her room.

Pam sat up, her mouth open as if to plead with him to come back, but he was already gone. She fell back and pulled the blanket over her head, curling into a ball.

What the hell was wrong with her? She wanted him to love her so badly, so why did she suddenly think it was so wrong? That was her chance, her one chance to get Ethan into her bed, and she blew it.
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1 year ago
HOTTTTTTTT Who is mr an mrs thorn?
1 year ago
awesome but what happened with mr & mrs thorne?