Chapter 6

After realizing what girls like Ronnie and Alyssa had to go through at home, you might think that I’d be a little more understanding. Maybe more aware of what real dicks men or boys like me could be or maybe even have some maturing sense of how I’d most selfishly abused my aunt.

No. Instead of becoming a kinder and more empathetic guy, particularly with younger girls, I actually went the other way. I wasn’t proud of what I’d done with my aunt, but I also held deep within me a belief that she had it in her to dole that kind of slutty sex my way any time she wanted. I actually felt unfairly treated for my aunt leaving me without a nightly fuck fest to look forward to.

I also wasn’t happy about what Rick or Alyssa’s uncle had done with the girls, but both girls seemed to shrug and do what was asked of them. In my mind, I was a little envious of those two asshole guys. They were getting some, nightly soaking their dicks inside of a girl’s wet pussy, and the girls they were blowing their balls into weren’t doing a whole lot to go some other way or escape their situation.

What did I get from those examples? Better I get some pussy and try to make some girl happy at the same time than be the nice guy staying home alone with a perfect conscience. What’s the good of being nice if girls can be so easily talked into opening their legs for some other more controlling jerk? It was no secret that girls were more likely to put out for guys who had nice cars and money. If anything, the more money a guy had, the deeper he was allowed to push his dick inside of a girl. It seemed to be the way of the world, and I was willing to bend any way that would get another girl to slip into bed with me.

Or at least that’s how it sounded in my head. I was willing to compromise any higher ethical thoughts for the possibility of sex, and preferably sex every weekend if not twice every night. Problem was that I was still in high school, and all the girls I knew seemed to be very protective of their honor. I knew it was bullshit, of course. Though every girl I took out drew the line at a simple kiss, I knew of lucky guys with more understanding girlfriends. Sometimes a girl would let slip occasional references to birth control, lost panties, and the discomfort of playing around in the back seat of the guy’s subcompact. Parties never turned into orgies, but gatherings at the river or the park showed those of us without girlfriends just how wonderful it could be to have rights and privileges to a girl’s most sacred spaces.

One example of luck overlapping with my lack of morals, or insanity brought on by youthful lust, happened just a short while after Alyssa said goodbye. You would think after getting dragged back and forth by Ronnie and Alyssa, I would have focused more on girls my own age. Yeah, I’d started doing that, but with limited success, and this example I’m about to throw out came about only by pure accident.

This descent into sexual abuse, depravity, and total joy all happened because I’d gone to Trisha’s graduation party. She was a popular girl at my high school, soon to take off to study at an out-of-state university and enjoy a bright future while I stayed back to eke out life a full two years behind her. I’d felt honored to be invited to her party but I almost refused. I was sure Trisha had invited me only because I was a friend from way back in elementary school and my false pride almost kept me home, but it all turned out okay.

Ate a hot dog, joked around with some of the other high and mighty grads, and even took a short swim in her family’s pool, acting like I belonged. I knew some of the other students, even on a first name basis with Trisha’s parents, but she and her entourage were in a different league. More money, more popular, a totally different class setting, and even if I was a friend from long before, I was largely left on the outs and I felt embarrassed at looking like a poser or wannabe.

I tried to fit in, but it was like mixing beer with champagne. None of my steady friends had been invited, our younger group also coming from a more blue-collar background, so even as I tried to enjoy the party, I also felt like a fraud and a fool. I’d quickly realized my sunglasses only made me look more like a dork than I already was so I ditched them in the bathroom and tried to look normal for the rest of the afternoon.

Anyway, I’d left the party and then decided to go back for the sunglasses. Passed by Trisha’s parents talking to the neighbors in the front yard and after a quick explanation for my return, they waved me in and turned away. I was just a kid, right? They paid me hardly any attention.

I knew Trisha had taken off with a chosen few to continue the party at another friend’s house, with perhaps no interfering adults around. That left her house quiet and empty after all the excitement filling the place just an hour before. I quickly went downstairs to the rec-room and over to where outside guests usually took care of necessities.

Without hesitating I pushed open the bathroom door and took a step in, only to find myself face to face with Trisha’s younger sister, her light blouse pulled up to her chin, the girl’s small but eye-filling breasts being on full display.

She gasped and her face blushed as I stammered out an apology and took a step back. We were both shocked, and as I backed out of the room, the girl cursed me and tried to turn away.

“What the fuck? Knock why don’t you?”

Yeah, she could have screamed a little louder and cursed me a bit more, but after blushing and quickly pulling down the edge of her top to cover her dark and outstanding nipples, the girl astounded me by then pulling the slight bit of clothing up even further, giving me full view of her entire chest.

“Oh, what the hell. Look of you want to. Nothing much to see. I get it. But if you laugh just remember that I know where you live.”

The girl’s name was Trudy, the much younger sister of Trisha. Trisha and Trudy, though people rarely connected the two. To tell the truth, even standing together, it was hard to see that the two girls were related. Trisha had grown into a jaw-dropping beauty I never bothered asking out because I really didn’t need to be humiliated before the entire school. Tall, full chested, athletic, and smart enough to get a scholarship to a school half-way across the country. Hot and popular, but nice enough to keep in touch with simple friendships like mine.

Then there was Trudy, four years younger than her older sister. Short and kind of plain looking. No. She was more than plain looking. Behind her back, Trudy was referred to as the ugly one. The girl should have been looking forward to hopefully growing into the gene pool she shared with her hot looking sister. Instead, she was standing in front of a bathroom mirror and bemoaning the lack of her sister’s chest or height or hair or facial structure.

Not so oddly, this wasn’t discussed in public. It was just one of those obvious things you don’t talk about. It was as though the parents had intentionally chosen to give all the good stuff to Trisha, leaving only the dregs of the gene pool to whomever came along next. That or the mother had been conned into an illicit affair with an ugly neighbor or boss. Even as a boy Trudy would have been rather plain looking, but as a girl, as the young sister of the gorgeous Trisha, Trudy came off as sad and unfortunate. Maybe the most charitable way to describe Trudy’s physical attributes was “homely” or “forgettable.”

All that flashed through my mind as Trudy pulled her top back up and told me to look, hating herself for not being her sister and loading upon my shoulders all the trauma girls go through in trying to meet the impossible demands of the male gaze. I really just wanted to get the hell out of there, but something told me to go beyond the easy and cowardly way out. I looked right at Trudy, taking a full five seconds to check out the girl’s chest, and as an older friend and confidant tried to take control of the situation.

“Shit, Trudy. You’re only fourteen. If your pair grow only a half inch a year, you’ll have all the guys at school tripping over themselves to ask you out. Even now they’re nice. A handful each (I lied), and don’t forget the nipples. You could poke some guy’s eye out if you turn on him too fast.”

Trudy laughed, which was my intent, and thankfully she allowed her top to drop.

“Thanks, for being nice. Don’t need to. I know I’m just being stupid but its hard having to live with Trisha. Almost kinda glad she’s taking off to college in August. Maybe some day a boy will drop by with me in mind.”

Stepping back into the bathroom, I did my best to keep the conversation light if not fun, and maybe that was my undoing.

“Hey. If anything you’ll have too many guys looking for dates before your freshman year is out. By next Christmas you’ll be pulling Trisha aside and asking how to keep guys under control.”

Trudy’s mouth turned down on one side, giving me a sideways sneer, saying, “You seemed to have everything under control, even when I showed you everything I’ve got.”

Trying desperately to keep it light and pull Trudy out of her unwarranted despair, I went too far.

“Not at all. My lower half is still at full staff. You know, like hard and in need. A girl like you can’t just go showing a guy her chest. Even now those nipples of yours are showing through your blouse. They look as stiff and as hard as I am. You know that’s cruel, don’t you? It hurts to have to go home alone after seeing what you have to offer a boy.”

Trudy looked down. Not at where my dong was straining at my shorts, but straight down, as though trying to see her minimal chest. Turning to look into the mirror, her hand absentmindedly rose to touch the nipple that was pushing through the thin cloth of her blouse.

“You can tell, huh? Mom says I should wear my bra more often. They’re so small. Is it really that noticeable?”

This is where I went too far, amazing even myself with doing something completely inexcusable. My hand reached out to touch her closest tit, rubbing the girl’s nipple under my fingers and then giving it a light squeeze.

“Yeah. Every time a guy sees you like this, you know what he’ll be thinking, and you really don’t need that.”

That’s when I should have apologized and dropped my hand and walked away, but I didn’t. I’d done that with a couple of other girls in my class, feeling the girl’s tits, but only after a few dates, and I’d never been that forward with such a young girl. Well, except for Ronnie and Alyssa.

I blame what happened next on Trudy raising her hand to mine, holding my hand against her chest. As she helped me massage her tit, her nipple very evident through the cloth, she turned to me, her jaw half-open, her eyes staring right into mine. My other hand rose to feel the far nipple, and before any thought had made it through my brain, I found myself lightly pinching both nipples, my hands kneading the girl’s chest as though we’d been dating for a month.

Just light petting, something I could have gotten away with if Trudy hadn’t then pulled her blouse up. My hands allowed the split second for her to fully bare her chest, and then I was back at it, thumbing her hard dark nipples and lightly kneading the soft if minimal white mounds of flesh I hadn’t given any thought to until five minutes before.

Trudy’s eyes had gone blank, her breath coming in quick gasps, one hand on my hip. Without thinking, I removed one hand from her chest and pulled her hand over to my crotch. It only took a second to unsnap my shorts and push down, my cock popping out, the monster demanding some attention after all the excitement my senses had fed it.

I’ve got to say it for the girl, but she didn’t hesitate. Her other hand joined the first, and with only a little encouragement from me, showing her how to do a hand-job on a sex starved young man, she took to my demands without complaint. A little rough but my pre-cum was flowing and giving plenty of lubrication for her to finish the job. My hands returned to the girl’s bare tits, doing my best to excite even as most of my brain was focused on what Trudy was doing for me.