Chapter 4

One night I wanted ice cream, but we were all out. I borrowed mom’s car to go to the store. On the way back, I saw a girl sitting at the side of the road, holding her shoes. I thought maybe it was somebody I knew. I stopped and saw my former girlfriend Vicki. She was crying with her head down. I heard her talking sadly to herself as I approached.

“ ... why can’t he just love me? I do anything he wants, except those two things. Any time, all the time, but...”

She held her shoes in her left hand, and I saw one of them was missing a heel.

“Vicki? Are you ok?”

“Kevin! I’m still kind of mad at you! But Tom ... Tom kicked me out of the car and I had to walk. Then my shoe broke, and my feet hurt so much! Can you give me a ride home? Please?” I smelled beer and cigarette smoke.

“I’ll give you a ride home. Sure.”

She stood up and started wobbling back and forth. “These shoes suck!” She threw them into somebody’s yard and dug a pack of cigarettes out of her purse. She sat on the curb again, and I sat beside her. As I saw her light the cigarette and start sucking on it, I remembered the wonderful blowjobs she had given me a few years before. Between crying fits, she complained how much of an asshole Tom was, then switched to how much she loved him and missed him.

When she finished smoking, I helped her up. She took two steps and stumbled. I helped her to the car. As I opened the door, she leaned over and kissed me on the lips. “We had some great times, Kevin! We can have another great time tonight!” She tasted and smelled like a tavern at closing time.

I got her in and buckled the seat belt for her. She kissed me again and said, “Hurry up and get in, so I can kiss you some more! You can play with my boobs too! They’re bigger now!” She held her hands on them, and giggled. She was right. They had grown from B’s to at least C’s.

By the time I climbed in on the driver’s side, she had leaned on the window and fallen asleep.

Since her father had died in a car crash while he was driving drunk, I knew if I brought her home drunk her mother would be furious. My parents were both gone when I got home, so I half-carried and half-dragged Vicki to my bed. I laid her face-down. I didn’t want her choking if she threw up. A boy at our school had died that way the previous year.

I had a bowl of ice cream and thought about what I should do. I called Vicki’s mother, to tell her she was ok and was staying with me. I was surprised that instead of being angry, her mother was happy I was with her again.

I loved Mirabelle, but I wouldn’t be able to do anything with her for over six months. Vicki was already in my bed and seemed at least partly willing. If I wanted Vicki, I thought I could probably get in her pants after three or four dates, with a little luck. Being only a few weeks past 18, and mainly controlled by hormones, I decided on Vicki. Since the next day would be Friday, I’d tell Mirabelle at school then ask Vicki on a date.

I kicked off my shoes in my room and got in bed next to her with my clothes on. She was snoring, and I didn’t see any harm in it, so I reached under her skirt and felt her ass. Very nice! Earlier she said something about doing anything Tom wanted. Would it be possible she’d let me have anal sex with her? Could I ever be so lucky? Nah, that’s probably what she meant when she said something about not doing two things. I’d heard most girls didn’t like anal. Mirabelle liked anal, but I might get sex with Vicki in only a few weeks!

I reluctantly moved my hand off her sexy, round ass cheeks, and spooned behind her fully dressed. I cupped one of her nice boobs in my hand, as I drifted off to sleep. When I woke at 7am, she was gone.

At school in the morning, I walked toward Mirabelle’s classroom. When I was nearly there, Vicki surprised me in the crowded hall. She saw Tom and LOUDLY said, “Thanks so much for last night, Kevin! You were amazing!” She thrust her tongue into my mouth and grabbed my butt. I was a horny boy and went along with the kiss. As Tom walked past, he turned toward us and declared, “SLUT!”

Mirabelle was next to him! She saw!

When Spanish class was over she handed me a note. “Good luck with blondie. Lose my phone number.”

I wished I had ended things with Mirabelle in a better way, but now I was with Vicki. With some luck, I might get a blowjob in a few weeks! Maybe even sex!

At lunch, I asked her if she wanted to go to the movies with me. She said she had to stay home with her sister, but I could come over. She explained, “Shannon’s not really a kid anymore, but unless I’m with her, she gets in all kinds of trouble. She got caught shoplifting last month.” I wasn’t surprised. The last time I’d seen her, Shannon was a very bratty 11-year-old.

After school I worried about what to wear, and how I should do my hair. I shaved and got a shower, then spent over an hour in front of the mirror with a comb. I’d never cared so much about my looks before. I desperately wanted Vicki to like me again.

When I knocked on the door at seven, Vicki’s little sister Shannon answered, wearing just white panties and a t-shirt. She was 15, and a lot more developed than I had expected. She was nearly a clone of Vicki at the same age. When I had dated Vicki before, Shannon was just a kid.

As we walked to the living room, she said, “She’s doing her make-up, ‘cause she really wants to impress you.”

“That’s nice. I like her.”

“Don’t tell her I told you, but she bought condoms on the way home. She hopes you’ll fuck her tonight.”

“I ... ah...” I had no idea what to say to that.

She sat sideways on the couch, facing mostly away from me. Her legs were folded under her. At the bottom of her shirt, I could see part of her butt cheeks and her panties! I knew she was too young to do anything with me, and I was dating her sister, but I didn’t mind the view.

We watched a rerun of some game show, while I waited for Vicki.

Their mother Anne was getting up to do a night shift as a retirement home nurse. She called me to the kitchen, as she started the coffee pot.

“Kevin, it’s good to see you again. Would you come here, please? I’m so glad you’re dating Vicki again. Her last boyfriend was ... not very polite.”

She held a tissue to her mouth, with a lit cigarette in her other hand. She coughed several times.

Anne poured a cup of coffee and took a few sips. “Just ... please don’t break her heart again.”

“I didn’t have a choice, my parents were in rehab. I’m so sorry. I’d never!”

She smiled and patted my shoulder. “Good. Welcome back.”

She coughed a few more times and quietly added, “I don’t mind if you stay over sometimes. Use protection, I don’t think you want a baby yet.”

She was giving me permission to sleep with Vicki!

As I walked back to the living room, I saw Vicki come down the stairs. Her pretty blonde hair was very curly, her lips were bright red, and the rest of her makeup was beautiful. Her light blue skirt matched her eyes, and I could see a hint of her dark bra through her white blouse. As she took a step, I could just barely see a bit of her black panties, under the edge of her skirt. The heart pendant on her necklace hung just above some very nice cleavage.

“I hope you like it?” She lightly sucked her fingertip, waiting on my reply.

I was awestruck by her beauty. “I ... uh...”

She twirled and I saw a bit of her panties again, as her skirt moved up. She stood in front of me again, looking worried. “Is this ok?”

I leaned toward her whispering, “Amazing! If you were any hotter, I’d be tearing your clothes off!”

She smiled and kissed me lightly. “I’ll try harder next time! And you too!” She hugged me and slowly moved a hand down to my butt.

She jerked away when Shannon cleared her throat. She pointed to their mother in the kitchen, then tapped her wrist.