Chapter 305: Reacquainting

I like how Sarah blushed when she saw me walk in with Paula.

The three guys were there again today, but all dressed. Jackie didn’t get any shit for Paula when she handed Paula a sports bra and biking shorts to wear for working out today.

Sarah made a very cutting remark about the guys not performing adequately and that if I remained, it would be too distracting. The guys had to prove that they had some other skills than what they had shown her so far. If they didn’t prove their worth, they were out of here.

“David, before you go, can you help me move around some of this equipment? We need more space in some areas,” Jackie asked me.

I hadn’t missed the pitiful attempt by the guys to hide their sneers when Sarah ripped them for not being up to the task of getting their dicks in Paula or being able to do anything for Sarah. Jackie must have seen it too. She had me move three different machines from the middle of the room to near the back wall. Sarah went somewhere to get a winch and dolly combo. I had already moved two of the machines before she got back. The only problems I had was trying to find a place to lift each and still be able to put them where she wanted. Oh, and keep them where someone could use them.

Sarah summed it all up with “Damn! Hung like a horse and strong as an ox. The curl machine alone is almost seven hundred pounds, without weights, and it is the lightest of them.”

“Having built up using resistance workouts, I don’t have any idea how much I can lift. I guess this means I can curl at least seven hundred pounds, plus weight. Not trying to sound like a dick, but I didn’t even really notice any of them weighing enough to cause my muscles to strain. Only the biggest one of the three caused my arms and legs to feel like they were doing something more than just walking around carrying something,” I told her.

Jackie had a grin from ear to ear when she first noted the guy’s eyes go wide, then the big wet spot in Sarah’s shorts and nipples so hard they pushed out through her sports bra and shirt. The guys didn’t miss that either. Paula’s announcing that she was getting bored that got them all snapped out of their trance.

I didn’t have the permission to go to Crystal or Annie’s houses, so I called them on the way home to see if they wanted to come to my house since I was on house arrest to keep me from running off somewhere.

When I pulled my bike into the driveway, I saw a new blue Dodge Charger, one I could tell had the police package, but a look inside showed me that it wasn’t a cop’s car. I found it is Crystal’s car since Annie was still a bit cautious about driving even after passing the driving school classes for people under twenty-one. She could light up the tires, drift around hairpin turns, and get away from anyone chasing her, but she just didn’t like to drive unless she had to. Both girls were inside playing with my brother and sister. April was standoffish.

“I’m not about to let you be a snob, April. You didn’t mind them holding you when you were a newborn,” I told her.

“Da da da da,” she started babbling.

“That is so cute. April thinks you are her daddy,” a girl I didn’t recognize said.

I looked her over as I said, “Who said I’m not.”

As she processed that through her head, April started trying her hardest to say, David. The best she managed to babble was “Da” “id.” She wasn’t yet able to get out a V sound, however. She looked like she was working out a monster log while repeatedly until she got out “day did.”

She looked pleased as she started repeating “day did” as she clapped and ran around. My brother and sister started saying it when they looked at me. She was over it after a few minutes and came to me with her arms up. Looking right at the unknown girl, pointed to me, and said, “day did.”

“Hi, I’m David,” I said, holding my hand out to the unknown girl as I held April.

Gently shaking my hand, she said, “I know. I was outside at recess during sixth grade when that storm came up. Your screaming made me look to see what was going on. My parents do not believe that there are gods or any sort of higher power, so I won’t ever forget my parents saying that someone was watching out for the girls that day. That was the only reason they could think of for why you would put your life at risk to save a group of girls that mostly didn’t know you even existed, or who took pleasure in tormenting you over the years. My friends and I were playing on the backside of the hill when we heard your scream. We had no idea who you were, only that an eighth-grader was running up the hill toward us screaming. I don’t think that you saved my life, or that of my friends because I saw where the lightning hit the ground when the people came to check out the hill. Maybe you did. Either way, I didn’t want to take any part of that stuff all those other girls were doing so they could get their parents to let them jump your bones as an excuse to get laid. I was still a little girl all over back then, so I didn’t have a clue why they wanted to be in bed with a boy in pajamas, much less naked. I get it now, but I still don’t want to jump your bones no matter how hot you look nor because of your long dick. I’m not even here for you at all. Nelly had some scary dream, or something, that made Dolly drive to a special doctor as soon as possible. I don’t know why they babysit for free, but she said your parents would pay me when they got home, which is good because I grew a lot, everywhere, this year. I have a lot of shopping to do before I can go hang out at the pool or park.”

“We can handle the babies. Go on, David. Do your thing,” Annie told me.

“They will still pay you, but I can help you with a start to your new wardrobe, if you will trust that I’m not going to molest, feel you up, or rape you, or let you do any of that to me,” I told Tess.

Her reply was, “If you buy me new clothes and bathing suit, you can have my cherry.”

She is dead serious about giving me her virginity for some clothes...

“Didn’t I say no molesting or anything else,” I teased as I reached for her hand while I held April with the other.

In my room, I put April on the bed, knowing she wasn’t going to fall off before making sure Tess was cool with me help her get new clothes that fit her better. I had Tess naked ten seconds later.

I guessed about her bra cup size because she was on between a B and a C-cup, depending on the bra maker. I went for one of the styles of bras that sold as C-cup bras. They are somewhere between a B and C-cup with a girl with boobs like Tess. I grabbed sports bras that would fit perfectly around her chest under her boobs while not smash her tits to her painfully. I pulled one over her head and got it adjusted before finding her panties that matched the regular bras. I didn’t know I had “workout” panty boxers, but when I saw them, I got those for her too. When I was pulling them up her legs, I saw the juices running down the inside of her thighs and her clit peeking out at me. Slowly blowing warm breath over her clit had the desired effect. I pulled her panties the rest of the way up as she balanced herself with her hands on my shoulders.

“Just for the record, I didn’t molest you or even touch you sexually, not that I think you even care right now,” I joked. “Underwear is the easy part, now have to find clothes that show off your cleavage and butt without causing their eyes to draw to the V in front. I have no clue about girl’s clothes, but you probably want to look at the next size up from what you wear now. Your breasts are developing still, so you are likely still growing. I know this is a personal question, but have you gotten your period yet?”

I just saw her naked, and now she blushes.

Tess finally hugged me tightly, cried a few tears of joy, and said, “We’re both late bloomers. I’ve always been tall for my age, but I was still a flat-chested, baby smooth everywhere, little girl at Christmas. I always grow a few inches in January, so the clothes I got as Christmas gifts were at least a size larger and a few inches longer. If I weren’t so damn skinny, I wouldn’t still be able to wear most of my outfits, though I wear one of my brother’s undershirts when I dress up because my shirts are all tight across my chest. I only wore a bra because I was coming to babysit a family I didn’t know. So where are we going to get me some clothes? I love this underwear because I can go out wearing it, and no one will notice, not even my mom.”

“We aren’t going out anywhere unless you want to double on my bike. My parents took my car keys away,” I told her. “But one of the things the girl’s families did for me was to give me a huge closet. I even have a small section for my clothes. The rest has all sizes, styles, and fits of girl’s clothes. For some reason, they thought girls were going to spend the night with me and wouldn’t have brought a change of clothes or underwear. Now I have all these dressers with girl’s underwear and a closet full of girl’s clothes. I bet I can even find me something that would fit my bigger body.”

“Oh. It is a very embarrassing question, but no, I haven’t had my first period yet. Why?” Tess asked.

I explained that once a girl gets her period, she is about done growing, so she still had a chance to get taller and a bigger chest.

No way am I going to say a bigger butt.

“Day-did. Day-did,” April said, tugging on my shorts.

I picked her up, and she was one hell of a critic. When Tess found something slutty, April would start babbling, “mama” adding in “bay, bay.”. Tess looked at her like she was crazy.

“Well, she does have a point. The outfit you had was screaming, wear me naked. Why else would it have a shelf bra inside it with the only purpose of keeping you from popping out, barely? Even a thong would show with how the tightly it contoured to your crotch. You would have to wax or shave bald to wear it. That was the epitome of a slutty, someone please fuck me outfit. Your body is completely accessible without needing to take off anything, at least not until after he pops off.”

April continued to criticize outfits. Maybe it was the color or shape. I have no idea. Anytime Tess found something April liked, she would giggle and try to clap her hands. An outfit she didn’t, or part of one, got her a raspberry, and my arm covered in slobber. When finished, Tess had four pairs of shorts, ten tops, three pairs of jeans, two pairs of sneakers, a pair of pumps, a pair of flats, two pairs of high heels, two sundresses, and two church dresses, even if Tess didn’t go to church. She also had pussy juice-soaked exercise shorts.

They’re already saturated with pussy juices, so a little more won’t make a difference, right?

Placing the sleeping April on the center of my bed and surrounding her with pillows, I slipped over to the toy drawer to find what I hoped we still had in there. It seems we ran out of the little clit rubbers Chrissy kept wearing out. My phone chirped and showed me a box. I found a whole pile of those. Inside I found something extraordinary. Or at least I thought so.

In the box was what looked to be half of a slap bracelet popular a few years back. I was just barely narrower than the width of the gusset in a pair of panties. A quick look at the instructions showed me the reason for the cell-phone thick black plastic rectangles inside the toy’s box. They were a type of inductive charger that would run energy over the flat strip to charge the thirty-minute batteries.

This thing has an app for it!

Tess was still laying out her new clothes on the bed as I turned the on the curved strip. It didn’t seem to do anything. I touched it to be sure only to find out where my finger made contact did I see that it rose slightly from the surface as it vibrated. Only when I removed my finger, to inspect it closer, did I see tiny writing and marks saying where to align it with a clitoris. The other end had a spot for placing near the hole to the juice box, but that required a woman’s pussy lips to hold it in place. Tess’s pussy lips weren’t going to be able to keep it there today and probably not until after she has her first baby, if even then. It wasn’t an issue today anyway.

I cleaned out the pockets of her old clothes and snagged her phone in the process. I got her to look up, and it unlocked her phone. I pulled down the app and found that by default, the strip just raised to vibrate on a clit or when it sensed it was close enough to a pussy. The app had a whole customizable set of adjustments that included side to side, circular, tapping, and other types of things to do to her clit. Then I saw that it could also, simultaneously, if preferred, locate her split and then simulate a finger moving any number of ways on her pussy lips.

She doesn’t need to start having her honey hole stimulated.

A note in the manual surprised me a bit, but it said that the charging packs were safe enough to put directly against the skin on her thighs but to make sure to have them separated such that they didn’t cause irritation or bang against the vibrating strip. Each had connections to charge from a standard cell phone cable for Android or Apple. They also had kinetic regeneration tubes inside them. It didn’t generate enough power from walking to keep the vibrator going as she walked or exercised, though it would recharge the battery packs throughout the day provided she didn’t use the vibrator. Not great, but their guide said an hour of running would give half an hour of fun. When fully charged, they could keep the vibrator going for an hour and recharge it to run another fifteen minutes. I saw a place to go online to specify where to send the external inductive charger pads. From what I could see in the app, they had ones that went in the bed, in electric blankets, car seat covers, and that was just the shortlist before Tess wanted to know what I was doing with her phone.

“Well, I guess you will have to come here and find out, but you have to close your eyes and not open them until I say,” I told her.

I found pulling her exercise panty-boxers down worked the best to get the two inductive chargers against her legs and the vibrating strip in place. Once I had her panty-boxers back in place, I told her she could open her eyes but not touch anything below her waist.

“See that app, open it, and press start. Don’t go do anything else with it until I tell you,” I explained. “I already did a custom setup you are going to like, but please sit down first.”

On her stomach on my bed, she hit start. The program I found in the app slowly, and very lightly at first, imitated a finger running slowly from the base of her pussy lips at her honey hole, up over her clit and back down. I don’t know anything about the sensors it had inside it, only that the place in my head showed me that as Tess started opening and closing her legs, it made the vibrating finger wide or smaller depending on how much of her lips it was touching. It kept her holding on to her phone as her body moved around below her waist. Her hips were humping the air as the device pushed harder when she humped forward like she wanted more contact. She was all but squirting out pussy juice when the program changed to pressing hard down against her pussy lips, almost as if it was getting pussy juice to rub on her clit, before softly making some circles against her pink pearl before going to get more pussy juice. Her hip movements changed to match the stimulation. I hadn’t expected that it was high tech enough to start simulating having her pussy licked.