Chapter 2: Naughty is as Naughty Does

Star Mart was one of the places Nick had taken me to when he was showing me around. As he pointed out, it has a good selection of comics and what he called ‘tittie mags’. Rose and Lily told me that they had stolen comics and other stuff from that store, but they thought they could manage to grab even more with the help of a third person, and that’s where I came in handy. They told me what their plan was, and I quickly agreed to help them, because I didn’t want to seem like a wimp to the two coolest girls I had ever met.

Before I had a chance to chicken out, we got on our bikes and rode to the Star Mart. We parked at the side of the store, away from the front windows. It was bigger than most of the other convenience stores I had been in. My new friends were counting on it not being too busy, and hoped to find some kid named Danny working behind the counter. Lily went in first to check things out. She came back out smiling. “It’s a go,” she told us. “Danny’s working the cash register, and I didn’t see his dad around. There aren’t any customers either.”

The girls told me that Danny was another Roachwood student, a year ahead of Rose, and that his parents owned the Star Mart. He worked behind the counter when he wasn’t in school. “Danny’s not too bright,” Rose explained, “and it’s easy to distract him.”

When they were lucky enough to find Danny working alone, they would go in and one of them, usually Rose, because he liked her better, would flirt with him while Lily grabbed a few comics or other items and casually walk out of the store. Because they had done this several times already, they were afraid that even the not-too-bright clerk might figure out that something was going on. This time, they wanted me to distract Danny while Lily stuffed things into Rose’s backpack. All I had to do was come up with a diversion, and I had an idea, based on something that had happened to me a few months earlier.

We waited a few minutes while some guy went in and bought some cigarettes, then the girls went back inside. I waited a few seconds, so it wouldn’t look like we were together, and followed them. Lily and Rose went to the side of the store where the magazines and comics were displayed, along with some snacks. There was a self-serve drink station on the other side of the store, and that’s where I went into action. I started to fill a large cup, then “accidentally” dropped it. Some of the sticky contents ended up on the counter, and I made sure that the rest went onto the floor.

“Help,” I yelled, as the pool of liquid gathered at my feet.

The hapless Danny came charging over and yelled at me. “What happened?”

“It came out faster than I expected and knocked the cup out of my hands,” I told him.

“Well, shit, this is a mess,” he declared. He went back to where the cash register was and came back a moment later with a roll of paper towels. I helped him clean the counter while at the same time trying to get in his way. “You finish this,” he said, handing me the roll of towels, “I gotta get a mop.”

When he headed for the back room, where I assumed the mop must be, I glanced over at the girls. Rose gave me a smile and a thumbs-up, then they slowly headed for the door. By the time Danny came back, I had the counter almost cleaned up. I apologized over and over, then I paid for my spilled drink and left.

Lily and Rose were waiting for me beside the store, out of Danny’s sight. “Good job,” Lily said, but I guess you can never come back here again.”

“Nah, I think I’m okay. Accidents happen, and I helped Danny clean it up. As long as he doesn’t connect me to anything missing, I should be good. I guess this makes me an official naughty girl. So, how was the haul, ladies?”

“Come on,” Rose said, “let’s go back to your place and we’ll show you.”

It was about a ten-minute bike ride back to my new home. When we got to my room, Rose started emptying her backpack onto my bed. I saw some comics, good ones, a few candy bars and cookies, and what I was most interested in, three of Nick’s ‘tittie mags’. There was a new Playboy, a Penthouse, and one I didn’t recognize called Hustler. When I reached for them, Lilly snatched them away.

“Uh-uh,” she said. “You have to earn these.”

“Didn’t I earn them by helping you?”

Lily grinned at me, a particularly naughty grin. “We know what you’re gonna do with them.”

“Yeah,” I told her, ‘look at pictures of pretty girls.” I wondered where she was going.

“And do ... what?” Rose added. Not only was she smiling at me, but she was blushing a little.

I was growing increasingly uneasy about where this was going. “What are you talking about?”

Lily, still clutching the magazines tightly, said, “Tonight, you’re gonna lie here in your bed, look at the pictures, and jack off. But we’re not letting you have these, until you admit that’s what you’re gonna do.”

I was pissed. Lily was right, of course, but I wasn’t about to admit it, not to girls I hardly knew. Hell, I wouldn’t even admit doing something like that to another guy. It just wasn’t done. But I missed the magazines I had thrown away before we moved. I originally got them by trading some of my favorite books to a kid I didn’t like. I’d paid for them, and damn it, I felt like I’d earned the ones Lily was holding hostage now. After a few seconds, I decided that maybe doing what they wanted was a small enough price to pay, and in some strange way, telling them what I was going to do was exciting.

I sighed. “Okay, I’m a teenage boy, and I’m probably going to be jacking off to some of the pictures in those,” I said, pointing at the three glossy mags in Lily’s grasp, “tonight, and maybe several nights. Happy now?”

I knew I was blushing, and Rose’s cheeks were redder now also, but Lily didn’t seem to be bothered by my confession. So when she had told me that ‘we’ were holding the mens’ magazines hostage, she really meant herself. Rose was just going along, following her sister’s lead. Lily started to hand them to me, then stopped and said, “I want to watch you do it.”

“Lily!” Rose said. “What’s wrong with you?”

Lily turned to her sister and said, “You don’t have to stay if you don’t want to. I just wanna watch a guy do it. I hear guys talking about jacking off all the time, I just want to see how they do it.”

Rose was growing even more frustrated at the girl who seemed to be the naughtier sister. “You just want to embarrass Johnny. I’m outta here.” She threw some of the candy and cookies in her backpack and left. I heard her slam the front door on her way out.

I was still hoping that Lily was bluffing and wasn’t serious about wanting to watch me perform a very personal act just to satisfy her curiosity. She sat down on my bed and started leafing through the Playboy, without letting me see any of the pictures. I decided to call her bluff, or as my dad, a frequent poker player, might say, I was going all in.

“Okay, I’ll let you watch, but you’re gonna have to help me do it.” It was a moonshot, a dare so audacious that there was no way Lily would accept it. That just shows how stupid I was at that age, because she loved the idea.

“Oh hell yeah,” was her comment. “I’d love to do that.” Shit. She could see that I was reluctant to follow up on my dare, so she held up the Playboy and let me stare for a few seconds at the centerfold, a busty blonde, of course. “Come on,” Lily purred. My bed didn’t have a headboard, but the mattress was pushed against the wall, so she put a pillow behind her and leaned back. She patted the bed next to her and grinned. She put her knees up and rested the glossy publication on them, then pretended to be reading it.

I crawled onto the bed and propped myself next to her. She leaned closer, holding the magazine tilted so that now I had a good view. She turned the pages slowly, almost as if teasing me, which she probably was. When she came to the first page with nude pictures, a “country girl from Nebraska” according to the caption, Lily stopped for a moment, then asked, “Are you gonna take it out, or do I need to go fishing?”

I knew what she meant, but my dick was only just beginning to react to the naked girl we were looking at, and I didn’t want Lily to see me in anything less than a full erection. Foolish teenage pride, I guess. The pressure of Lily’s leg pressed against mine, and the slight hint of her jet-black hair tickling my nose, along with the pictures, were beginning to get the job done, but I was still reluctant to let her see my manhood until it was fully engorged.

“Wait,” I told her, “let me see a few more pictures. It’s not like I can just push a button and get hard.” I didn’t know how much knowledge she had of male genitalia, and what getting an erection entailed. Nick had hinted that she knew her way around an erection, but he also said he didn’t know if those stories were true.

Regardless, Lily was growing impatient and wasn’t going to wait any longer for my body to respond. She didn’t just go fishing, she jammed her hand inside the waistband of my shorts and boxers like she was spearing a tarpon. Her fingers quickly found my now rapidly inflating cock and grasped it like a drowning girl reaching for a lifeline. “I thought it would be bigger,” she said, not exactly what I wanted to hear at that moment.