Chapter 2: Monica I

Monica switched from a one-piece to a bikini, and then she and Donna threw on shorts and t-shirts to go to the movies. Monica knotted her t-shirt to form a makeshift halter while they rode to the theater, and Donna had done the same in the parking lot at Monica’s urging. No amount of assurances that her parents weren’t worried about a parking lot ding were enough to keep Donna from parking at the back of the lot.

After the movie, which was largely forgettable, Monica asked Donna, “Want to get something from the diner next to the theater, like some ice cream?”

“That place is so expensive, I hate to buy anything from there.”

“Who said anything about buying? We’re two hot teens with big tits. We’ll get some boys to buy us something.”

“I don’t know,” Donna said dubiously.

“What? Have you never flirted to get boys to buy you something? We have to go in now. I can’t let my new friend not know how to score freebies off horny dudes.”

Donna’s eyebrows shot up, but she let Monica pull her into the soda shop. “Who are we going to get...”

“Shh, we’ve got to scope the place out first. Look around to see who is here. Make sure that a guy who looks like he’s alone doesn’t have a date hanging out in the bathroom. I mean, unless she’s a real hottie, we could probably get some ice cream out of that situation anyway, but we also might have a cat fight on our hands. That’s not what we’re looking for tonight.”’

“You’ve gone looking for a cat fight on purpose?” Donna wondered.

“Hey, sometimes you’ve got to put an uppity bitch in her place. Ah, look at those two guys over there. Kind of obnoxious; think they’re cooler than they really are. They look like they want to buy us a milkshake.”

Monica led the taller teen over to a table in the corner. She noticed that Donna looked worried, but she wasn’t. If she didn’t have these two guys eating out of the palm of her hand in short order, she had seriously misjudged them. “Hi boys, want to buy us milkshakes?”

“Boys, we’re men!” the taller of the two boys at the table boasted. His companion laughed like he had told the funniest joke ever.

“Men have money in their wallets,” Monica replied without missing a beat. “How about you prove you’re men by buying us something?”

“I’ll get you one milkshake and one straw. If you work together well enough, maybe I’ll buy you another to share.”

“Ah, that’s sweet; they want to see us kiss. Tell you what. You get us a milkshake with two straws now, and maybe later we’ll be drinking something else that’s thick and creamy from two straws later.”

At the implied hint that they might be getting blow jobs if they played their cards right, the two boys quit joking around. “What’s your favorite flavor?” the taller boy asked.

Monica looked at Donna, who told the boys to get a chocolate shake. She would have preferred vanilla, but she was trying to get her new neighbor out of her comfort zone. No need to waste energy that she might need to convince the tall brunette to get down on her knees and give cock sucking a try. Besides, the teasing she could do with a vanilla shake would have been targeted at the boys, and Monica didn’t think she would need to resort to that to make the guys desperate for what she and Donna could offer them. She just needed to have a little patience, and then she was sure that Donna would be giving her first blow job. Wanting to keep the boys off balance, Monica added, “Have them put two cherries in the shake. You boys might need to lose them.”

“Ha, I get my cock sucked all the time!” The shorter boy boasted a bit too loudly. Donna couldn’t suppress a giggle, but then she tried to fade into the background so as not to be associated with this scene. Monica noticed an angry parent getting ready to say something when his kid asked why someone was talking about a boy chicken. That made Monica laugh, and the dad just said something about finishing their ice cream in the car and got out of there.

With the threat of adult intervention averted, Monica whispered back, “I hope so. I’m going to be so disappointed if you don’t have any stamina and can’t even claim to be a minute man.” The boy turned red and got a worried look on his face.

When their shake with two straws returned, Monica whispered, “You wanted to see us kiss, since you were good boys and got two straws like I asked, I’ll give my friend a kiss.”

“You will?” Donna wondered, looking shocked.

“Sure,” Monica reassured her. Taking the tall girl by the back of the neck and getting a handful of her dark bobbed hair, Monica stood on her tiptoes to kiss the much taller Donna full on the lips. She heard one boy talk about how hot what she had just done was, and the other said this was going to be the best night of his life. That made Monica sure that the one who claimed to get blown all the time had been lying through his teeth. Not that she was surprised. Once they had finished drinking the chocolate shake for their appreciative audience, Monica told them, “We’re parked at the back of the lot. Want to walk us to the car just in case we find any other straws that need to be sucked along the way?” Monica laughed when the boys, in their eagerness, almost tipped the table they were at over.

“Hey, I didn’t say anything earlier, but I don’t need any foolishness in here!” Someone who was apparently the restaurant manager yelled at them. “You all can be leaving now!”

“Yes sir,” Donna said demurely. “We were just getting ready to go through the door anyway.”

Monica shook her head. Her new friend was tall, slim, and hot, but she was so straitlaced. Hopefully, blowing one of these two clowns would loosen her up a bit. Monica wasn’t expecting to get much out of this experience herself. She had correctly identified these boys as easy marks, and nothing about them inspired confidence in their part in what she had planned next. When they got to the back of the parking lot, Monica led everyone to some grass, not too far from the car but decently concealed from people who might be heading to their cars as well. She whispered to Donna, “This will be your first BJ, won’t it?” When Donna nodded, Monica continued, “Don’t be nervous, guys like just about everything you do to their cock with your mouth, except teeth. Keep your lips pulled over your teeth, and you’ll do great! I’ll be absolutely amazed if either of these dudes can make it three minutes, and satisfied if either lasts a full sixty seconds. Just follow my lead.”

When Monica dropped to her knees, one of the boys said, “I can’t believe this is happening.” Monica unzipped the fly of the guy in front of her and nodded to Donna as she started fishing his hard cock out.