Chapter 6

It was mid-November, and though we’d had our first rains, the weather turned and we were blessed with dry warm days for a long couple of weeks. That was when the big cookout and auction took place. Seems that Jennie’s first and most illicit love, George, was running low on funds in the county jail. Stuff like soap and smokes and ramen cost money and he was begging for some funds from his friends. No way he wanted his bike to be sold, and nobody was willing to just send him a roll of their own cash, so Sam came up with the idea of an auction.

Friends were encouraged to find one quality item to put up for auction, all proceeds going to helping George survive prison. People also bought tickets for a barbeque. With canned music and donated party supplies, Jennie said it was looking like George might be able to buy his way out of jail. Only joking. When the day of the big benefit party arrived, Jennie surprised me and asked me to tag along. Partly because her mother wondered why her friend “Sami” was having a party but not inviting me, but also partly because Jennie was a little nervous, and for good reason.

I walked her down to Sam’s house, even went in and sat on the old couch, turning down a beer as though it wasn’t my favorite brand. We waited until Troy, Sam’s brother, dropped by in his truck to haul supplies and Jennie and me off to the party.

Troy wasn’t a lot older than me, maybe only in his early 20s, and was pretty cool. It was obvious that he was into Jennie, joking with her and talking her up with a hand on her thigh, which didn’t especially make me feel great. He was as tall as his brother, a good six feet, but was more clean cut. Sam had shaggy dirty-blonde hair and seemed to prefer dirty ragged jeans while Troy actually wore brown chinos and a polo shirt. If they weren’t standing side by side you wouldn’t know they were related.

I was happy when we finally pulled up at the scene of the benefit party. Seems that some acquaintance had a bit of land on the edge of town, the back acre just perfect for holding a crowd and getting happy without attracting too much attention from the police.

I did my best to help Troy in setting up some tables and stuff, but otherwise Jennie and I just hung out on the side, sipping on a couple of sodas and eating chips. Within the hour a good two dozen people showed up, maybe not so much out of love for George as for the fun of hanging with other like people. Pickups and motorcycles, jeans and halter tops, tattoos and piercings, plenty of beer and some kind of country music with loud electric guitar solos blaring from the sound system. My father would have called them low-lifes and losers, but they seemed to be having a good time.

Then Jennie sprang it on me. “Let’s get some food. Sam gave me a couple of free tickets, so no need to pay.” We wandered through the crowd, the two of us far younger than anybody else there. Jennie got a lot of attention, a good half of the men and women knowing her by name, all referring to her as “Jen.”

As we got some sausage and potato salad, Sam handed me a beer, saying “You may need this.” Not my favorite drink, but I figured I needed the practice and opened it up. To me beer was beer, like rancid piss, but if this is what guys did, then I’d better get with it. Jennie was handed a wine cooler, something I could have downed a lot more easily than the beer, but I had a feeling that my masculinity was on the line and stuck with my can of piss.

After the small but filling meal we walked around some more, winding up at a couple of long tables covered with items. Leather coat, space heater, socket set, dart board. You name it. It was all the stuff for the auction friends had donated. But then we came to a spot with a card that had “Jen” written on it with just a cheap plastic razor on it. I looked at Jennie and in a word said “What?”

Jennie blushed, one of the only times I’d ever seen her do that, turning bright red. “So, what’s up?” I suddenly figured it out. “You’re cutting your hair? Donating your hair for this guy in jail?”

Jennie looked away, then back at me and said, “Sorta. But not my hair, not on my head. You know. Down there.”

It took me a full minute to wrap my head around that one, and even then I didn’t get it right. “So, you’re shaving your pubic hair? Why? I don’t get it.”

“No big deal Taylor. Lots of girls at school have it done. Kind of a requirement, really. Sam’s always making comments about how hairy I am down there. I would have done it on my own anyway, but Sam thought this would be more fun and raise some money for George.”

“Wait. You’re auctioning off the right to shave you? Your crotch?”

“Um, yeah, but only to shave, right? Or, I think so. Sam thought it up.”

I wanted to raise a few objections and point out that she had no idea who might bid the most money and own her twat for the day. I wanted to argue, but Jennie just walked off, unwilling to talk about it any further, and that really worried me. When Jennie didn’t want to talk about something, she was covering something up, and if it involved Sam and company, then it must be all about the sex.

We waited, and as the food and alcohol portion of the party wound down, the auction started up. All just a bunch of stuff, all going for a few dollars to maybe twenty dollars. Just enough to keep George from suffering too much for the next month. And then it was Jennie’s turn.

Sam was standing up on the large wooden back porch of the house, holding up the items he was trying to sell, making jokes while yelling out comments to the milling crowd. It was obvious he knew everyone, and everyone seemed to have a joke or worse to say about George.

When it came time for Jennie, Sam pulled her up by the hand, up the steps and onto the porch. She blushed as a couple of men let out whistles, and Sam got down to business. “I have here a virgin lamb just ready for shearing. No, not for plundering. Too late for that (laughs all around). No, I have up for auction the virgin forest of one Jen, fair maiden and, truth be told, wench and provider of all that is wonderful for our very own George. But with him in jail, it seems that Jen here is willing to part with her as of yet untouched, and might I add, quite thick, maiden forest. The winning bidder will be given the delightful responsibility to trim and shape young Jen’s garden of earthly delights.”

A (male) voice in the crowd wanted to see just what he was going to be bidding on, and here Sam called Jen forward and asked her to provide a quick view of what the winning bidder would be getting himself into. Jennie hesitated, then threw a “fuck you” to some unknown voice in the crowd. She turned away from the crowd to undo and push down her jeans, then back around to give the audience an impeded yet cock-raising view of her crotch.

Just the sight of her bare ass got the audience to humming, but then Jennie turned and pushed her jeans down another few inches, perhaps to mid-thigh. Even after all the time Jennie and I had spent together wetting my bed, I was struck by her beauty, and by the incredible sexiness of the thick auburn bush that covered her lower stomach and stretched down and deep between her thighs.

First there was a moment of deep silence, followed by uproar and a cacophony of noise. Talk, laughter, whistles, but not a one of the men or women brought up an objection to auctioning off access to a young girl’s twat. Two women near me actually made a joke about betting on and doing the deed themselves. “Just think of it,” said the one. “We could sit on her face while leaning in to do the trim. I bet she has the prettiest pink slit in the city.” “More likely we’d find an overflowing well of day-old semen,” replied her partner. “Not really up on digging my tongue into what Sam and his household have been laying waste to for the past year. I doubt the girl has even cleaned out all of George’s last release before the police hauled his ass off.”

The women laughed but quieted and were intent on the bidding. I had a fleeting fantasy of winning Jennie back, saving her honor while keeping her for my use alone. Sure, I knew about bald pussy, women who shaved and showed it all off for porn sites on the web, but I’d never thought of removing Jennie’s bush. It was a part of her, and pushing my cock or my tongue through her beautiful hairy twat was part of the experience of having sex with her. I couldn’t imagine pushing my hand down between her legs and not feeling the thick layer of fur that grew between her legs. So as I added up what I had stashed away in my room, I intended to bid and win Jennie. Not to shave and uncover her twat but to keep her whole and hairy, and of course only mine to know and love.

That was my intent, but as the bidding got going, it also got out of hand. At first it was slow and easy, going up by fives and tens of dollars. Jennie remained up on the porch with Sam, her pants pulled back up though with the fly open and a tuft of her thick pubes pushing out just above the edge of her panties. It was fun at first and she had a smile on, especially when Troy bid $50, but then it hit $75, then $100, and up to more than $300. Troy backed up and I pulled my hand down, the faces of Jennie and Sam becoming serious as they realized just what Jennie was being set up for.

The winning bid was $375. I’m sure more of the older men in the crowd would have gone higher than that but many had brought their girlfriends with them and so limited themselves to looking and wishing and keeping their thoughts to themselves.

As the noise died down, the winning bidder and I made it to the porch at the same time. Troy had dragged Sam to the side and was arguing about what had just gone down, Jennie essentially being set up for an intimate servicing that Troy had himself hoped to take part in. Sam just shrugged and said he couldn’t do a thing about it. “The dude made the bid. What can I do Troy? Suck it up.” And standing all alone was Jennie, her pants finally zipped up, biting her lip and showing her age, young and all alone and having to face the reality of opening her legs to a much older stranger.

I couldn’t believe how this could happen, and as Troy and Sam argued, I walked up and put an arm around Jennie’s shoulder and told her that she didn’t have to do this. “Jennie, this is crazy. You can’t just sell yourself to some guy off the street. Let’s go home. My dad will pick us up.”

Sounded lame, but I had to say something to show how unhappy I was. She claimed later that I was just jealous, but I really did feel it was wrong for her friends to use her like this.

Jennie gave me a quick hug back but didn’t look up at me, her gaze caught and held by a man standing at the base of the porch. “It’s OK Taylor. I know the guy. He’s been by the house (Sam’s) a few times.”

She actually smiled when the man spoke up. “Hey Jen. I’m going to have to go without food for a week, but you’re worth it.” That’s when she gave me another quick hug and quietly said, “No way Sam would do this with someone he didn’t know. It’ll be OK. I bet Sam will oversee the entire operation.”

Yeah, I thought to myself. I could just imagine the entire household there to view this guy shaving and cleaning up every square inch of her twat. And then what’s going to happen? I had enough imagination to know I wouldn’t have access to her for another week. I didn’t want to think about it. I gave a quick glare at the man, as much hating the guy as wishing I was in his place. I had hoped Jennie would be as outraged as me or Troy, but here it seemed she knew and even looked forward to what she had signed up for.

Sadly, he was a good looking man, not too old, about as tall as Troy, and though his hair looked longish and scraggly it seemed clean. Rather than the plaid shirt or dirty tee so many of the other men wore, he had on a long-sleeved maroon pullover that went pretty well with his jeans and boots. Just the kind of competition I didn’t want to see Jennie walking away with.

The guy took a step up and put out his hand and Jennie actually walked out of my loose hold and down a couple of steps to join him, saying “Hey Bob. Now what?”

That’s when Troy and Sam walked over, Sam congratulating the guy while also asking how he was going to pay the bill. The man joked about using a credit card, then pulled a wallet out of his frayed jeans and peeled off four hundred-dollar bills. “Put the extra toward another beer, and whatever Jen here would like to drink.”

Sam took the money and told the guy to help himself to whatever was left in the cooler. That left Troy and me up on the porch, stewing and hating the sight of the guy with his arm around Jennie’s waist. I wanted her to look shocked and afraid, but no, she seemed relaxed, another wine cooler in her hands as she and Bob made small talk with a small group of unknowns near the barbeque.

Troy finally just threw out a “Fuck it” under his breath and walked off. I followed, catching up to him and saying, “Hey, Troy. You giving me and Jennie a ride back to the house? We leaving soon?”

He turned, looked over in Jennie’s direction and snorted. “You think she’s coming home with us? You’ll be lucky if you see her again by Christmas.”

That shocked me, the realization of what was about to happen suddenly hitting me in the face. I made my way through the thinning crowd to Jennie and with as earnest a voice as I could muster, said, “Jennie. Troy’s about to leave. Help me with a couple of things and we can drive back to the house.”

Jennie gave me a pitying look, one that made me feel like a clueless little boy, and the lucky man with his hand in her back pocket let me feel the sting. “Sorry guy. We’ve got a deed to do, so she’ll be taking off with me. Got to drop by a Walgreens or someplace and pick up some special equipment and treat little Jen here right. My cheap razors just won’t cut it.” He laughed, happy with himself, and they walked off, Jennie giving me a backwards look, a wry smile, and then she was gone.

Rather than a car, the guy, Bob, had ridden in alone on a motorcycle. A little too much chrome and paint for my tastes, but I’m the guy who’s still riding a bicycle around the neighborhood. He got on and backed it up and onto the gravel driveway next to the house, showing Jennie where to step up and get on behind him. He revved the engine a couple of times and rumbled up to the street and she was gone, neither of them with a helmet. I prayed for the police to stop them and impound the bike.

The knot in my stomach fell into a deep pit, my mind and heart crashing and burning and going to hell in a long death spiral. To make it worse, some old guy nearby swore and muttered his thoughts out loud, obviously just for me. “God damn but that little girl is in for a ride, and I’m not talking about the bike.” Then the man pushed his bottle of beer in my direction, belched a loud one, and continued. “Though there was the time Bob duck taped a dildo to the seat and had his girlfriend sit on it. Rode her around town naked from the neck down. He sure knows how to have fun.” My mouth tasted nothing but ash and I went to sit in Troy’s truck, blackness taking me over.

Troy and I probably had the same thoughts but we hardly spoke a word on the drive back. Sam met us at the house and seemed to know just what I was feeling, so he ground the salt in. “Don’t worry guy. Jen’s in good hands. Look at it this way. Now we’ll be able to see what we’re all eating.” Sam let out a laugh and continued. “George will sure be happy. Four hundred bucks thanks to Jen alone. Shit. That’s a lot of cigarettes.”

I waited up until well past ten, staring at the front of Jennie’s house and hoping for a happy ending, but no such luck. I had a sleepless night, hung around all Sunday morning, and then just walked over and asked Jennie’s mother if she was home.

“Heavens, no, not yet. Jennie said she’d be staying at Samantha’s for the night. Thought you knew that Taylor. So, tell me, how was the party?”

This caught me off guard, but then I remembered the ruse, the lie, and had to string Jennie’s mother along, assuring her that the party was nice, the cake from some bakery, and with some fun games. I smiled and nodded my head a few more times and returned to the darkness of my room as quickly as I could.

So, all night at Bob’s. Maybe at Sam’s, but I couldn’t imagine why a man would give up all the joys Jennie had to offer when he had literally bought her off the auction block that same day. And staying out for a full night had been done before. She had stayed out all night at Sam’s a couple of other times, telling her mother that her good and very female friend, “Sami,” was having a sleepover with a couple of other girls.

Once she even did it for me, and I’ve got to say that was the happiest night of my life. For all the joys of pouring out a fully loaded pair of balls into the depths of her pussy, it was pretty special to wake up in the morning with my hand on her naked ass. A beautiful naked girl, sleeping right there next to me, and with all her dark wet places mine to explore. But that was a long month past, and this night I could only imagine what good ol’ Bob was up to. It turned out my imagination wasn’t even close.

I showed up at Jennie’s house Monday morning, expecting to get an earful as we walked to class, but her mother told me she had come home late and wasn’t feeling well. Too bad, but I wasn’t buying it. I went on to school for the first half of the day, but after a dozen texts and no answer from her, I made an excuse to admin and cut out for home. Jennifer’s mother was gone to work, her little brother still at school, and with a sense of foreboding I used the not-so-well-hidden emergency key to walk right in, though I did at least have the decency to knock on Jennie’s bedroom door before entering.

“Shit,” she blurted out when I walked in. “Thought you were my father.” She smiled but didn’t get out of bed where she was reading, sitting up and with a pillow behind her, her legs and lap covered to hold back the chill of the season.

“So, bet you want to know all about it” she said, giving out a wicked smile. Then she changed to a more neutral face and a shrug. “Not that much to tell. Really. Bob was nice, made me a real lunch and everything before we really got to working on my pubes. Amazing how much hair I had down there. Filled up a quart sized baggie.”

“So, you really went back to his place? Did you even know that was part of the deal when you were being auctioned off?” I was a little crude there, but I had to make the point.

“Um, no, not really. Seriously. I thought we’d just all wind up back at Sam’s place and have a little party while getting shaved. Sam promised that Troy would put up the winning bid of fifty dollars. I think everybody was surprised when it went for so much higher.”

“Yeah. Troy was pissed. You must have noticed.” Another pause, then I pushed on. “So, you picked up some razors and he rode you back to his place. You didn’t say anything? You must have known what was coming.”

“Well, yeah. I knew Bob, so no secrets there, but, yeah, I was a little nervous when we took off. Sorry about that. Really, I didn’t know I was going to wind up back at his place. But, you know, I’d met him before, and he was really nice. I kind of knew something more than just a shave was coming. Nobody pays that much money just to look, right? So, sure, kind of a surprise I didn’t see coming, but...”

I waited for more but Jennie just smiled, probably hoping I’d leave it at that. No way. “Yeah, but you stayed all night, and all Sunday.” I paused, she bit her lip, and I had to push. “What’d you guys do if there isn’t much to tell?”

“You know, just business, of which none is yours. Get it?” Jennie glared for a quick second then smiled and held my hand, but I still wasn’t happy.

“Fine. I’ll knock it off. None of my business. But how about the deed, the trim, the shearing of the sheep?” I tried to play it up, be a little funny, maybe a little less serious, but I really did want to see what had happened to Jennie’s nether region.