Chapter 9: Real And Rooty

"Oh, God, yes," squealed young Cindy Fawcet. "Like a geyser I do!"

The answer was in response to Sharon's simple question: "Do you ever have wet dreams?" The look on Cindy's face, if the words themselves hadn't been enough of a statement, said it all. She was delighted just with the thought of a wet dream. "Do you know," she continued, "that one night I came so hard that I nearly woke up my parents? Do you have any idea what would have happened if they had discovered me doing that? Do you think they would have let me out of the house ever again? Why no, they'd have probably beat the hell out of me for a week and a half! And I really mean it, too! My father would have tanned my hide if he knew I was into that. And how are you supposed to keep from cuming if it's a wet dream, anyhow?"

"I know exactly what you mean," said Sharon to her high school buddy. "My father and mother found me last weekend after I'd had a little bit of my own personal orgy. There was no way in the world I could talk to them after that. They just wouldn't listen. Now I have to creep around the house and not say anything at all that has to do with sex. For fear I'll get beaten up again. My father used his belt. I never thought he would do that. My mother, of course, she doesn't even give a damn at all. One time she came in and helped me, even, helped me get it off the rest of the way, used her hand to do that and all. But my Dad, he doesn't go for it at all."

"Boy," said Cindy, unbuttoning her blouse, "I sure am glad we decided to talk today." She slipped out of her cotton white shirt and walked across the bedroom in just her bra and skirt. "You don't mind if I change into something a little more comfortable, do you?" She smiled prettily at Sharon who watched her long time school acquaintance go about the task of changing clothes. The two girls had known each other since they were little. They often shared stories about what it was like to have a date with this or that boy, on who they would most like to be seen with, and then again on who they would most like to suck off or screw. It was only natural that they have similar tastes, but it was on account of Cindy's suggestion, that afternoon, that Gary Wonten was the best possible male at Dover High that led the two girls back to Cindy's house. Sharon argued that young Davey would just have to be a better fuck, that there were no two ways about it, and she argued so vehemently and so passionately that she didn't even realize that she was walking all the way home to Cindy's house. Now they had arrived and taken to talking about sundry other things.

"You know," said Cindy, "there is one time that I remember, when I was a little younger, when my father did something very odd. He came into my room when my mother was away and he sat down alongside my bed. I must have been only eleven or twelve. He sat next to me and he ran his hand along my arm. I think he wanted to see if I was awake or something. I wasn't, but I was, and when I realized that that was what he was trying to figure out, just laid there. I didn't do anything at all except lay there. Do you know what he did?"

"No, what?" asked Sharon. "And how come you didn't tell me about this before?"

"I just forgot, I guess," said Cindy. She slipped out of her skirt. She had smooth tanned thighs and nicely sculpted calves. Her pubic hair was dark and the flesh leaves comprising her labia ruby red and shining. Her supple loins shimmered as she continued to tell her chilling story. "You see," she said, "it's not the kind of thing that I wanted to remember necessarily. He stroked my arm to see if I was awake, like I said, and then he let big fingers get down close to my pelvis. That was quite frightening. You know what I mean? He got his hands down close to my legs and I was really a little afraid. If it was anyone except my father I would have started screaming for my father--if you know what I mean. But it was him, right there in person, so I figured it must be alright, He pulled down the sheets and he climbed in right next to me. I was still half-asleep but my heart was beating a mile a minute."

"I'm getting turned on," said Sharon Pettibone, "just listening to this story. What happened next?"

Cindy picked up her leg and slipped a foot into a tight pair of levies. "Well, next he started rubbing up against me. He was only wearing a pair of underwear, too. I could feel his boner down there. Oh, God, it was big. I had never touched one before, either. I was going to reach down there and touch it so I could enjoy myself a little, but then I realized that if I did that Daddy would know I was awake. I just laid there and let him go sliding and rubbing and all the way he wanted to. I had to do it. I didn't have any choice at all. Imagine if you told your father that he couldn't touch you when he thought you were asleep or something. Well, anyhow, after a little while I felt his muscle get all wet and all. He was breathing pretty hard for a while before that. I forgot to mention that. And I guess it was because he was ejaculating. Then it was all over. He climbed out of bed and left me alone there. I thought for sure he was going to come back and do it again or something because he left the hall light on, and that's something he never does. Pretty soon my mother came home and then they went to sleep. I never told him that I knew what he did that night. I always just pretended that I was asleep. Nobody except you, Sharon, knows about that."

"Hot fucking damn!" said Sharon. She snapped her fingers and clicked her tongue. "Did he never talk to you about that ever?"

"Never," said Cindy who had finished dressing. "Oh, my, I get chills just thinking back about it."

"Oh, I guess so," said Sharon. "That's about one of the sexiest things that could ever happen to a girl."

"Not by a long shot," said Cindy. She was fully dressed now, in her new outfit. She took a seat on, her bed next to Sharon.

"Well, then," said Sharon, "you tell me something sexier!"

Cindy reached her hand between Sharon's legs. "You and I could make love," she said. She slid her finger upwards into Sharon's twat. Sharon wore no underwear so it was real easy for Cindy to get a hold of the young woman's clitoris.

"Oh, God, I don't know if we should," said Sharon. "I mean, I'm all turned on and all, but I haven't even made love to a boy, and here I am letting you play with my twat, Cindy. It doesn't seem quite right." She lifted the other girl's hand out from between her legs and smiled. "You don't hate me, do you?"

"No, I don't hate you," said Cindy, blushing and wondering why Sharon didn't want to sleep with her.

"Listen," said Sharon, who stood now and scratched her straight blonde hair, "I think I better go home. But just as soon as I get old Davey to fuck me, then I'll be back and you and I can do it, o.k. Cindy?" She leaned forward and gave her bosom buddy a kiss on the cheek. "I promise," she added, and with that she left.

On her way home, in her short skirt and without her panties, she felt the cool breeze rushing between her twat leaves and making her feel sexy all over. The story about Cindy and Cindy's Dad sure had made young Sharon Pettibone awfully horny. She could feel the juices beginning to collect in her cave, and she wondered if she would have the house to herself long enough to rip of a masturbatory piece of ass. She knew that she was plenty hot and plenty ready to go. She only needed to be alone and able to fantasize a couple of hot scenes. The rest would take care of itself

Sure enough, she arrived home and discovered on the living room table a note scribbled in her mother's familiar and difficult to read scrawl: "Your father and I have gone out for the night. There's steak in the fridge. Have a good night." It was signed, "Love Alice." "Well," she said aloud, "I guess that leaves only one more person to be concerned with." And just then the door to her bedroom opened in front of her and her sister, Debby, unknowingly scurried in the nude from the bedroom to the bathroom, saying as she went, "Lenny, I'll be right back." She giggled and shut the bathroom door behind her.