Jacinta Takes a Walk
Copyright© 2025 by BarBar
Chapter 24: Wiggling My Booty
As promised, my clothes were dry and folded neatly into a stack of three baskets on the bench in the laundry. The baskets had my name written in dry-erase marker on the front. I grabbed the stack of baskets and made my upstairs.
In the bedroom, Aubrey was lying naked on the lower bed of her bunk and running her hands slowly up and down her body. I don’t know about her, but if it was me, what she was doing would be enough to keep me tingling but not enough to get me off.
Her eyes slid sideways to me, but her hands didn’t stop moving. “Hey newbie. I’m bored. How about you help a girl out. Nothing passes the time like a good fingering. Or even a bit of tongue action.”
“No thanks,” I said. “I need to sort out my stuff. I’m sure you’ll find a way to pass the time on your own.”
She sighed and stuck a finger in her mouth before using it to languorously massage one of her nipples, making it lift up into a teat, all the while watching me with half-lidded eyes.
I ignored her and went to my cabinet where I started arranging my clothes, either stacking them into the drawers or hanging them up. It turned out I was in no danger of needing to use the excess storage area that Roseanna had mentioned. I emptied the garbage bag and arranged the two framed photos on my shelf. The shelf had a power point, so it was ideal for recharging a phone, if I had one. Or plugging in an alarm clock, if I had one. I did have a laptop that needed charging, so I grabbed it out of my school bag and plugged it in, leaving the laptop sitting on my bed while it charged.
I went back to my garbage bag, which was nearly empty. There was my little makeup bag and my toiletry bag. I found room for them in the top drawer of my cabinet. I changed my mind and grabbed my toiletry bag back out of the drawer. I made a quick trip to the bathroom to brush my teeth and then returned and put the toiletry bag away.
The only thing left in the garbage bag was my dance trophy. It was too tall for the shelf. Besides, I wasn’t really sure that I wanted it there. I took it back to my cabinet and shoved it into the back.
“What’s the trophy for?” asked Aubrey.
I pushed the cabinet door closed and leaned against it while I talked.
“It’s just a stupid dance trophy from years ago. Nothing special. I haven’t danced in front of people for several years.”
“You’re a dancer? Do a dance for me,” said Aubrey. “Make it all slinky and sexylike.”
I was about to tell her to go jump in a lake. But then I figured, why not? This could be fun.
I vamped out into the middle of the room and struck a pose, with one leg cocked and my arm up and my head thrown back. I stared Aubrey in the eyes and started tapping one heel to establish a beat in my head. Then I started swaying and writhing and rhythmically wiggling my booty at her. I was a bit crampy from my period so I didn’t feel like I could move quite as freely as I wanted to, but I think I gave it a good shot.
Aubrey cheered and swung around to sit cross-legged on the bed, clapping and whistling as I moved. I slid my hands up and down my body, emphasising in turn, my hips, my ass, my stomach, my upper thighs, and finally my tits and my twat. I did a full 360 rotation, stepping and swinging my hips wide. This was nice, my ass was more substantial now than it had been the last time I’d danced in front of people. I now had an actual booty that I could wiggle.
And I’d been high, back then, and Frodo had been in control, so there was that too.
I brought both of my hands to the hem at the waist of my pyjama top and lifted it to expose my tummy. Aubrey whistled as I rubbed my belly and writhed in front of her. She called for me to show more skin, so I turned my back to her and slowly raised the top until my entire back was exposed. I swung my hips back and forth while keeping my head still to make my body act like a pendulum. Then I bent forward, away from Aubrey, and flipped the top off, over my head. I dangled the top from one hand, gave it a whirl, then flipped it onto my bed.
I struck a pose, my back to Aubrey with one leg cocked and up on the toe, and with both arms straight, pointing up at 11 oclock and 1 oclock. Then I straightened my legs, arched my back and bent at my hips. I didn’t get as low as I wanted. In the old days, I’d been able to keep my legs straight and fold in half to wrap my arms around my legs, and peek my head out between my calves. Now I couldn’t get even close to that. I returned to a 90 degree bend and wiggled my booty back at Aubrey, then I looked over my shoulder at her. She was still sitting cross-legged, but now she had one hand pulling on her left teat, while her other hand was plunged into her twat.
I crossed my arms and cupped each of my tits with the opposite hand, then I swung around to face Aubrey. I danced for a moment with my hand bra in place, before starting to move my hands and arms so she would get brief flashes of one or other of my tits before they were covered again. Finally I spread my arms wide and let her bask in the glory of my wondrous tits.
That was me being ironic by the way. My tits are okay, but few would describe them as glorious, or wondrous, or any shit like that.
I shimmied and vamped around the floor and wiggled my shoulders to make the jelly bags shake. I bent forward, side on to Aubrey, so that my tits hung down, and then wiggled so that my tits really did behave like bags of jelly, swaying and wobbling as they hung from my chest. I snaked my way up to to a standing position and then did a series of classic pirouettes, spinning on the ball of my right foot, then stepping and spinning again. I was out of practice so they weren’t perfect, but I don’t think Aubrey noticed.
I ended the move at my cabinet and opened the door so that I could grind my pelvis against the edge of the door. It was a transition from classic ballet to classic stripper, grinding on a pole.
I was watching Aubrey as she wanked herself. Her breath was starting to get shorter. She was starting to look flushed. Timing was everything. I spun around to put my back to the edge of the cabinet door. I rubbed my spine up and down the edge and then slipped behind the door leaving only one leg tucked around the door that Aubrey could see. I uncurled the leg and kicked it out straight, then pulled it back behind the door.
“More,” moaned Aubrey. “Show me more.”
A few beats later, I held out one arm with my pyjama bottoms dangling from them. I twirled them around and then tossed them onto my bed. I extended a naked leg and twirled it for a second then withdrew totally behind the cabinet door.
“Oh, yes,” moaned Aubrey.
A moment later, I stepped out from behind the cabinet door, now fully dressed with long sweatpants and a tshirt and I was in the process of putting my jacket on. I pushed the cabinet door closed and turned to Aubrey.
Aubrey was frozen in shock, mid wank. “What?”
I shrugged and walked over to bench which had my school bag underneath. I dug into my schoolbag and found the pieces of paper I’d put in there last night.
“Is that it?” gasped Aubrey. “You’re a fucking tease.”
I grinned at her. “That’s right. I’m a fucking tease, and you fucking loved it.”
I wiggled my eyebrows at her and turned away to put my schoolbag back in its place in the storage drawer under the bench.
Aubrey moaned. “I was sooo close.”
I walked closer to her and looked her up and down. She was flushed and sweaty. One of her hands was almost entirely buried inside her flushed and bloated twat, which glistened with her juices. Her teats were sticking out from the front of her tits, as hard as hard can be.
“So you were,” I said. “I’m sure you’ll manage to finish yourself off.”
It was too tempting. I couldn’t resist. I reached out and pinched her right teat, hard. She gasped but didn’t pull back, so I twisted it, and then twisted some more. She stared at me with glazed eyes but didn’t do anything to protect herself.
“Yeah,” I said. “I’m sure you’ll manage. If it helps, maybe you could imagine how much further that dance might have gone, if you’d even tried to be nice to me last night when I arrived. What a shame you tried to be a bitch. Just think of how much fun we could have had. Instead, you got a tease and now you’ll have to finish on your own.”
I let go of her teat and watched curiously as it sprang back into place and refilled with blood. I saw the faintest shiver run through her as she had a mini-O. Her hand went up to cup her teat, finally acting to protect her tender flesh from an assault that was already over. She stared at me with wide eyes, full of wonder, and pain, and confusion and lust. I remembered what it felt like to have the blood rush back into a teat after it been treated like that. Apparently, it was new to her. And I’d only done it to her for a few seconds.
Neither of us spoke as I turned on my heel and walked out of the room. Once I was outside of the room, I let myself smile. There was no part of that which wasn’t fun.
Downstairs, I knocked on the glass of the office. Roseanna came to the window and slid it open so that we could talk.
“Hey,” I said. “Apparently there’s a phone that I can use?”
“Oh, sure. Just walk up this passage and there will be two doors on your right. Use either room. Make sure it isn’t occupied before you go barging in. Press 0 for an outside line, wait until you hear the dial tone, then enter your number.”
I followed the directions and found the two doors she mentioned. They had windows in the top half of the door, so I could check inside before walking in. The first room I looked in was empty so I let myself in. It was a glorified phone booth with a chair and a table and a phone sitting on the table. There were posters on the wall, including one that stated the name of the place and its address and phone number.
I pulled out one of the pieces of paper and started pressing buttons.
Jenny answered with her name, so I said, “Hi, it’s Jacinta.”
“Oh hi,” she gushed. “It’s great to hear from you, we were wondering if you were okay.”
I heard her speak away from the phone, saying, “It’s Jacinta.” There was a squeal and a couple of shouts in the background.
“I’m putting you on speaker,” said Jenny.
“Hi Jacinta,” I heard in chorus from Tabby and Freddy.
“Hi guys,” I replied. “I know you were worried so I thought I should call and let you know that I’m okay.”
“That’s great,” said Jenny. “So what’s happening? Where are you? Are you at your home?”
“No, I’m going into care with DCP. I’m at a place called SHORT, which is like a home for orphans and strays and whatnot. I can tell you the address.”
There was a pause while Jenny grabbed a notepad and a pencil. I read off the address and the phone number from the poster and heard her repeating it to herself as she wrote it down.
“If I’m in the common room they’ll link us up when you call, otherwise leave a message and I’ll call you back.
“What’s it like there?” asked Tabby. “Are they nice?”
“Yeah. It’s been okay so far. There’s about 20 teens here. It’s a bit like staying at one of those school camps, with dorms and bunk beds and communal bathrooms and scheduled meal times and all of that. Except, maybe they have less organised activities than I remember from those school camps. And I still have to go to school and everything, so it’s not like a real camp. The kids staying here seem okay, there’s a mix of types of people, boys and girls, mostly between 14 and 17. Oh and hey, I’m not even the biggest slut in the place, so that’s something.”
I heard laughing.
“Um, so far the food seems decent,” I continued. “And even though I’m sharing a room with two other girls, it’s still better than what I’m used to, so that’s a good thing.”
“I’m glad you’re okay,” said Jenny. “We really were worried.”
“Oh,” I added. “It turns out that I’m definitely not pregnant, so that’s something.”
“You got your period?” asked Freddy.
“That’s right little buddy. Right on schedule. It sucks, but it’s not the end of the world.”
I grinned to myself. “How about you guys? What’s the news with you?”
“Ah well,” said Jenny. “There were a few tears last night because we were worried about you. Then we cuddled up in bed together and had a sleep. But now we’ve heard from you, so the smiles are back. And our mum has just arrived, ready to take these two out of my hair. That means I’ll get a nice quiet day to myself before I head back to classes tomorrow. I’ve had these two brats hanging onto me for 24 hours now, so it will be nice to have some alone time.”
I heard some complaints in the background about Jenny’s comment, and then some giggling as they worked out that they were being teased.
I called out, “Hey Mum, are you there?”
Their mother’s voice sounded from the background. “Hello Jacinta. Yes, I’m here.”
“Give all three of your kids a nice treat and a pat on their heads, or something. They’re good people.”
She laughed. “I’m quite proud of them myself. I’m sorry for your situation. I’m sorry about your stepmother.”
I shrugged, even though they couldn’t see that through the phone. “I’ll be fine. This place might take a bit of getting used to, but maybe it will be better. As for Jackie, well, it was going to happen sooner or later. She...” I cut myself off. I wasn’t ready to get into that right now, and it was probably not a conversation to have with the younger kids listening.
“Um, well, that’s all I had to say, really. Just that I’m okay and to let you know where I am. Maybe we can talk another time?”
“Okay then,” said Jenny. “That would be great. Bye for now.”
Freddy said “Bye Jacinta.”
Tabby said, “I’ll see you at school.”
“Not if I see you first,” I responded, then I ended the call, grinning to myself as I imagined Tabby’s reaction to my last comment.
I sat and stared at the phone for a moment. I don’t know where the impulse to call Jenny and the kids had come from. Mostly it was an excuse to get out of the room with Aubrey. But talking to them had made me feel better.
I took a moment, then I sighed and called my boss for the cleaning job. This call was quicker. I told her that I was in a new place and read the phone number and street address to her so that she could write it in her book. Barbara asked if I was okay, and I said, “Yeah,” but I didn’t go into any details. I’d tell her all about it on Monday evening while we were working.
Then I called the boss at the warehouse to give him the same information. The call got sent to voicemail, so I read off the new phone number and address and ended the call.
I sat for a moment and then stuffed the papers into my pocket and headed back into the Common Area. As I walked past the office, Roseanna tapped on the glass and opened the window so that she could hand me a note. It said, “Alice, DCP, pickup at 1:45pm for Family Court.”
I looked at Roseanna. “What should I wear?”
She pulled a face. “Family Court is usually pretty relaxed. They’re often dealing with kids and families in difficult circumstances, so they’re used to people turning up in the only clothes they own. You don’t have to dress formally, like you would for proper court.”
She looked me up and down. “What you have on now would be okay.”
I nodded my understanding. As I turned to leave, I stopped. “Oh. I think the girls last night said ... Um, I have cramps, and I think they said I could ask you.”
She nodded. “Is your pain mild, moderate, or strong?”
“It’s not very strong, this time around. Just some paracetamol is usually enough when the cramps are like this.”
She smiled. “We can give you across the counter style pain relief like that with no worries.” She took out a key and unlocked a cabinet. She took a small strip out of a container and handed it to me.
“This is the generic brand. They do the job. These should cover you until tomorrow morning. If you need more tomorrow, check in with one of us. Bring the used bubble pack strip back so we know you’re taking them and not just tossing them in the back of your cabinet.”
She sat down at the computer and made an entry in her file about handing me the tablets. Then she pointed across the Common Room to near the kitchen. “Water is over there.”
I looked at what she’d handed me. It was a small strip cut off a bubble pack of a standard pain relief tablet. As she’d said, there was enough to cover through until the next morning. And not enough to overdose on, if I took them all at once. That was sneaky. Helpful, but sneaky. I wandered over to the bench outside the kitchen which contained a basin and a water tap and a rack of plastic tumblers. I took a mouthful of water to swallow the first two tablets and carefully emptied the glass and put it in the rack. The rest of the strip went into my pocket.