Chapter 12

Cat Theriot and her girlfriends were different from their contemporaries from earlier years.

Teenage pregnancies had once been more prevalent. Then, a grassroots movement, led by mothers and teachers, began preaching the gospel of blowjobs. While many moms wished their daughters weren’t going so far, so fast, these mothers were realists.

Kids were horny. They were curious. They would explore, and push boundaries. It was better, much better, that they sucked boys off. And, the reality was that abstinence simply didn’t work. Not these days, not in Sausalito anyway.

So, despite the predictions of Hell and eternal damnation expressed from many pulpits, most mothers of young girls, and most of their teachers as well, encouraged cocksucking. Not as the lesser of two evils. That would merely cause curious girls to explore further.

No, sucking cock was positioned as a way to attract older, more desirable boys. And, the ploy was fairly successful. Junior and senior boys became willing to hang out with girls who were younger than they normally would because blowjobs were becoming more common, if not outright plentiful.

But Cat, and many of her friends, were taking a different path. These days, almost all 14 and 15-year old girls in Sausalito were still virgins. So, in that sense, the blowjob campaign had achieved its primary goal. Not one little girl in all of John Lee had become pregnant.

However, Cat and company had a loftier goal than junior and senior boys. They wanted — and the concept spread like a fever — even older boys. Ones who had graduated from high school. Who had a job, and a car, and, best of all, a place of their own.

Cat’s mother, Candy understood their thinking. As Candy told her girlfriends, “Look at how many boys we sucked off back in the day.”

Francine nodded, “An’ we were lucky to get a malt or even a soda. Cheap bastards.”

Lois said, “Aw, honey, it wasn’t so much they were cheap. Even boys who had part-time jobs didn’t have a lot of cash.”

In a way, these moms admired their daughters’ determination. As Francine said, “I never woke up in the morning thinking I couldn’t wait to suck someone off.”

Candy agreed, “We did it ‘cause that was the only way to get ‘em to notice us.”

Lois winked, “That an’ us getting naked and fooling around for ‘em.”

Francine smiled at the memory, “Licking pussy did get us in a lot of doors. But it was because of blowjobs that they let us hang around.”

If there was a flaw in Cat’s plans, it was that 20-year-old boys weren’t likely to settle for head for very long. Sure, those young men would take a little girl out on a date. Treat her to dinner, some dancing at Contrary Mary’s. Enjoy a hummer. But, sooner or later, they’d be expecting some pussy.

So, the dilemma many moms faced was the Pill. If their daughter were successful in snagging an older boy, birth control made sense. But, it also could tempt them to ‘go all the way’. Not that many of them were saving it for their wedding night. But, couldn’t they just hold off for a few more years?

In any case, Cat and her little pals hatched a plan. They sent Casual Friday clips of each other to their growing list of boys, generally aged 19 and older.

Of course each of the girls had totally nude clips their friends had taken of them. But those would be shared only after a first date. A real date where the boy came to the door, drove them to a restaurant or a movie.

Now it didn’t matter if a boy had a steady girlfriend, was engaged, was married. Cat and company understood how good, how sexy, how tempting, they were. And, how boys had a notoriously low threshold of resisting temptation.

If it were going to be any one girl who pushed the Casual Friday boundaries, it would be Cat Theriot. And, Cat was operating under the naughty imagination of her mother as well.

Candy researched the subject, shopped online, showed her daughter the newest iteration of a sexy bottorm. So it was Cat who first started wearing a paste-on flapper instead of the now-standard thong.

A year earlier, one of Darlene’s girls, Rosie Robinson, had dazzled the town by wearing a flapper in public. Rosie had been a waitress at both Miss Kitty’s and Contrary Mary’s.

Her flappers covered everything that a thong did, but it was still perceived as almost obscene.

Until Cat, no one had even considered wearing one to class. There was something simply mesmerizing as she strolled down the hallways. The flap swayed gently to the motions of her body. Of course she was naked underneath, but it didn’t actually show any more pussy than a thong.

In class, she would sit back and cross an ankle over her knee. This simple action, while still covering her, drove the boys even wilder. And, of course the subsequent clips were more popular than ever.

In fact, one day Cat received a call from a 26-year-old man named Wayne Comeaux. He was direct, “I’m calling to invite you to dinner at Contrary Mary’s Saturday night at 9. I am married, but your clips have blown me away.”

Cat’s heart was racing. Wayne Comeaux was so handsome! He had been a storied athlete — football and basketball. He had been Homecoming King. He worked on an offshore oil rig, so money wouldn’t be a concern.

“What about your wife?”

“Does it bother you that I’m married?”

“Some, yeah.”

“I understand.”

“Wait! I mean, um, dinner, that kin be like kind of innocent, right?”

“Well, I suppose it could be.”

To stall, to calm herself down, Cat said, “Uh, which clip did you like? Of me?”

“You were leaning back in class. Hands behind your head, legs sticking out. The blue flapper that matches your eyes.”

“Uh, you know where I live? On Washington?”

“I’ll see you at 9.”

Candy Theriot knew exactly who Wayne Comeaux was. In fact, she had blown him three times when she was in high school. Then, even though he was only 14, younger than Candy, he had dropped her. For an even younger girl. But had been nice, almost sweet about it, “Sorry Candy, it’s just a weakness of mine. You are terrific, but I’m practically helpless when it comes to the young stuff.”

Candy didn’t mention that part to her daughter, but said, “Okay, I’ll let you go out on one date. But you gotta promise me not to put out.”

“I don’t want to, not yet.”

“Yeah, yeah, but when a handsome guy like that, experienced, gets you alone...”

“I was planning on blowing him?”

“That’s fine, he’ll expect that. But he’ll also expect more.” Candy smiled wistfully, “Honey, when he has you naked ... well, your heart’s gonna be thudding out of your chest. You’re gonna be nervous as a cat on a hot tin roof.”

She smiled fondly at her daughter, “I remember my first blowjob, and I’m sure you will too.”

“I watched Susie blow her brother about a hundred times. An’ I let him talk me into snowballing his cum like four or five times.”

“Plus all those video clips you girls watch. No, I’m not worried about your being able to suck Wayne off. It’s easy an’ natural.” Mother/daughter blowjob conversations were common all over town these days.

They talked it over. And over. Cat was mostly convinced she could hold off. She wanted to, she intended to.

Finally, they reached a compromise, “Okay, Cat, here’s the deal. When he shows up, I’ll talk to him first. Jess me an’ him.”

Cat sighed, but she knew her mother was probably right. She was stronger than Cat. And older than Wayne. Maybe it wouldn’t be too mortifying. And, just maybe, her mother could convince him to settle for a hummer.

Wayne showed up on Saturday night, just a few minutes late. Candy let him in; Cat was back in her room, as planned.

“Hello there, Mrs. Theriot, looking fine as always.” He bent down, bussed her cheek, and patted her butt.

“Mrs. Theriot? Wayne, do you remember what you sweet-talked me into when you were jess a little boy?”

“The highlight of my life, Candy. I’ll never forget it.”

She snorted, “Right.”

Candy had to admit that Wayne looked awfully good. A little over 6-feet, slender with wide shoulders. White, white teeth with a wide Cajun smile. And, she turned pink as she remembered he had been well-hung, even at 14. He was wearing a dark blue polo shirt, tight on his chest. It was tucked into ivory colored slacks. His tummy was still as flat as she remembered.

Candy went right to it, no sense in putting it off with needless small talk.

“Cat is a virgin. And I want her to stay that way.Shewants to stay that way.”

“I’ve never forced a girl to do anything. Ever.”

She smiled knowingly, “Wayne, you know, and I know, you don’t have to force girls. They, we, been chasing after you for over ... oh, for over ten years.”

He smiled back, “So what are you telling me? Exactly?”

“She’s a little girl, Wayne. You’re worldly, an’ experienced, an’ ... an’ a rouge.”

“A rogue, now that’s a new one.”

“Look, I remember what it was like to be a 14-year-old girl. I was excited and nervous and ... so anxious to please older boys.”

“All my memories of you are ... fabulous.”

Wait, was this fucker trying to flirt with me? While taking my daughter out on her first real date?

Then he winked, “She’ll still be a virgin when I bring her home. That’s a promise.”

“Why are you looking at me like that?”

“Just remember earlier times. Good times.”

Candy had to giggle, “There wasn’t that much to remember. Jess those three times.”

He looked into her eyes, lowered his voice, “Ever think about taking a stroll down Memory Lane?”

She whispered, “Wayne! You’re here to take Cat out. Not to flirt with me.”

He reacted calmly, as if she’d already agreed to see him again. “Candy, I am interested, intrigued, with Cat. You know how I like youn girls/ And I wouldn’t hurt her feelings, even for someone as fine as you.”

Candy’s heart was fluttering a little, “But?”

“If you ever did agree to go out with me, I’d clear it with Cat first.” He winked, “And it would not be instead of seeing her, it would be in addition to.”

She shook her head, “God, you guys. Now it’s mother and daughter fantasies.”

Wayne remained still, letting her work through the implications on her own.

Candy cleared her throat, “You could maybe give me a call sometime when she’s at school. I’m not saying yes to anything.”

“But you’re not saying no.”

Candy turned and went back to Cat’s room.

The two of them came out, looking more like sisters. Cat was wearing a sleeveless white summer top and comfortable blue Bermuda shorts. She and her mother had purposely chosen a conservative outfit.

Wayne shook hands formally, “Thank you for going out with me.”

“You’re welcome.”

Candy knew that when he had Cat alone at Contrary Mary’s he’d turn the talk flirty. Would soon have her daughter laughing and flirting back. But mainly she was thinking about what it would be like to take him up on his offer. The most compelling thing he’d just said had been about not keeping anything secret from Cat. As experienced as Candy was in shifting relationships, she did understand the Theriot appeal for Wayne. Blowjobs from Cat, pussy from Mama. Other than a few flirty blowjobs, she’d remained faithful to her husband. But Wayne still stirred something in her.

At Contrary Mary’s, Cat didn’t realize the trouble Wayne had gone to in order to reserve the last booth on the left. Their back was to the wall, they faced the front of the house where they could see everything and everybody.

It was late enough that the three-piece house string band that played on weekends was already into their first set.

After mango daiquiris, a first for Cat, he led her over to the dance floor. He swept her smoothly into his arms. Placed a big palm on her butt, and kept it there as he drew her into him.

Cat could feel his bulge against her upper tummy, almost between her breasts. But it didn’t seem pervy, just sort of natural. Of course, he would be a smooth dancer. He seemed to Cat to be the kind of man to sort of glide through life, comfortable with himself.

Somehow, both of her hands were on his butt as they swayed to slow waltz. He kissed her forehead, “You smell like vanilla.”

“Shampoo.”

“Oh, I was hoping it was your skin. I love licking vanilla ice cream.”

Cat had to giggle.

Back in their booth, a second round of drinks, Wayne placed his right palm on her left thigh, “This is our last drink.”

“Okay.”

“I want us both to be fully aware of each other. Clearheaded about any decisions we make.”

Cat blurted out a whisper, “I’m a virgin.”

“I know, honey.”

“I ... this is all ... I never ... it’s all new to me.”

“I understand. And we’ll work everything out, you and me. Together.”

“Thank you.”

After dinner, over chicory, Wayne smiled down at her, “Are you wearing a flap?”

Cat giggled, “No, a thong.”

“What color?”

She patted her shorts, “This color.”

He casually moved his hand up from her leg to caress one nipple, then the other, “And no bra.”

“My boobs are still pretty small, I don’t need one.”

“Good.”

Cat cleared her throat just like her mother, “Mr. Comeaux? Uh, what next? I mean, after here?”

He gently placed her slender hand on his bulge. Cat was a little surprised at his boldness out in the open, but not offended. She wasn’t some 8-year-old child.

“Miss Theriot, you’re 14. Just barely. I’m 26, almost 27. We’re both old enough to speak frankly. I told your sweet mama, and I’ll tell you too. Anything and everything that you and I get up to is entirely your decision. So, what would you like to do next?”

Cat felt sort of dorky just sitting there, so she squeezed his considerable bulge to signal how cool she was. “I liked that dance.”

Wayne stood up, and held out his hand, “Your wish...”

This time he slow-danced her over to the wall behind the band. He leaned back on it and drew her even closer. Then they were swaying slowly, hugging each other without moving their feet.

Cat had her eyes closed, and turned her oval face up to his. Wayne bent down and kissed her softly. As their tongues explored each other, it was Cat’s first ever kiss with a boy. It felt strange and familiar at the same time. Similar to kissing a girlfriend, but different too.

His body was so hard, so firm. And his mouth and tongue were larger, less tentative.

Slowly, he pulled back. Turned Cat around so that her back was leaning into him. He gently pulled her top out of the waistband of her shorts, and ran his palms under it to her bare breasts. Another first for her with a boy.