Chapter 1

Cissy pulled off her shoes and dropped her naked feet in the fountain.

"Feels good," she said, pointing her toes and splashing water by slapping her bare soles down on the water's surface.

Pam sighed with exasperation. "I told you not to take your shoes off. Now everybody's looking at us."

"But my feet were hot," Cissy said. "It was such a long walk down here."

On the other side of the fountain, three young kids jumped in and tromped around, giggling and kicking water at each other.

Cissy smirked at Pam.

"There, you see," Cissy said. "There's nothing wrong with putting your feet in the water. Everybody does it."

"Those are stupid little brats," Pam said. "Not mature young women like I am, and like you're supposed to be."

Cissy looked around as if she'd lost interest in the conversation. Pam sat down at the edge of the fountain next to Cissy, but turned away from the water with her properly shod feet resting on the concrete walk. It was a hot Saturday afternoon in late May, and the campus mall was swarming with people, both students and visitors.

"Glad you came?" Pam asked.

"Oh yes!" Cissy said. "Now that we're here, anyway. I didn't realize it was going to be such a long walk. Look at all the hot guys walking around!"

"Is that all you think about--guys?" Pam made a face. "I'll admit they're a lot more handsome, a lot more sophisticated and mature than the boys we go to school with. But we didn't come down here to gawk at guys. Put your shoes back on. Time to go to the historical museum."

"Do we have to?" Cissy asked. "It's so nice out here in the sun. We spent all week in school."

"Now you don't want to go in?" Pam asked. "We come all the way down here to visit the museum and now all you wanna do is soak your feet in a fountain?"

"You'll have more fun without me," Cissy said.

"I probably will," Pam said. "You'll want to leave after five minutes."

"I'll wait for you here," Cissy said. "Take all the time you want. I've never seen so many hot guys in my life."

She squeezed her bare legs together, clamping them rhythmically against each other a few times.

Pam stood up, disgusted by Cissy's shameless behavior.

"See you later," she said. "You better be here when I get back. Don't get too sunburned."

As Pam climbed the steps of the historical museum, she looked back across the mall and saw Cissy splashing her bare feet in the fountain like one of the three little kids who were now kicking water at each other. From this distance, Cissy looked much younger than the teenage girl she was. With her upturned nose, her shoulder length, sandy-blonde hair, her round face and slightly chunky body, she looked like a chubby little pixie. Cissy really wasn't fat; she was just well developed in the hips and bust, slightly over-developed for her height. As she kicked her feet, slapping them down on the water's surface, her pointed toes made her look like a schoolgirl gymnast performing warm-up exercises.

Pam shook her head, and despite her disgust at Cissy's unsophistication, she couldn't help but smile at her friend's cute, childish looks. She watched Cissy cross one leg over the other and swing the crossed-over leg rhythmically, keeping her bare toes pointed like a gymnast. It was as if Cissy was trying to gain attention, as if she were performing for the endless flow of people passing the fountain. Also, Pam could tell that Cissy had crossed her legs for more than to gain attention. As Cissy rhythmically kicked her upper leg, she was working her pussylips together under her tight, light-blue shorts. Pam knew that Cissy masturbated a lot. Cissy had admitted many times to Pam that she jerked off quite often.

Slut! Pam thought as she turned away and opened the door of the museum. Well, at least masturbation was better than giving your body to some sex-crazed boy in school. Pam herself masturbated occasionally, but only when absolutely necessary, when she couldn't stand the sexual frustration any longer. Both she and Cissy were virgins, saving themselves for their husbands-to-be. Pam knew she could hold off until her own wedding night, but she often worried about Cissy. Cissy seemed to become more and more obsessed with guys everyday.

The air conditioning dried the sweat on Pam's forehead. She hadn't realized just how hot the spring day was until she'd stepped inside the museum. She pitied Cissy, sitting out there in the hot sun, but she wasn't going to hurry on Cissy's account. Cissy had chosen to stay out there in the sun. If Cissy had to wait an hour for Pam, or two hours, it was Cissy's own fault.

In the basement restroom, Pam straightened her hair in front of a mirror. How much more mature and sophisticated she looked than Cissy! Her brunette hair, with its auburn tint, was longer than Cissy's hair, and pulled back in a ponytail. She was taller and more slender than Cissy. Her features weren't round like Cissy's but were more finely chiseled. Unfortunately, she had a turned-up nose with freckles on it, which made her look more girlish than she would have liked; however, nobody's perfect, she always told herself.

The museum was almost deserted. Occasionally, Pam encountered a family here or there, but for the most part she was by herself as she made her way from one exhibit to the next. In a room dedicated to the state's Indian tribes, her eye was caught by the life-size, bronze sculpture of a naked Indian brave. The sculptor hadn't bothered to hide the young brave's cock with a fig leaf, and Pam inspected it closely and at length, from time to time glancing nervously and self-consciously back over her shoulder to see if anybody was coming into the room.

It sure was a big cock! And those balls it hung over sure were big too! Her heart pounding, her breath coming fast, Pam reached out and felt the brave's bronze cock, stroked it up and down, rippled her fingertips over its veins, caressing the brave's large balls. As her fingers inspected the brave's sex organs, her pussy throbbed against the crotch-seam of her white shorts and her tits swelled in her bra, her nipples stiffening against the titcups. She squeezed her legs together, shimmying her thighs against each other, rubbing the moist, searing-hot meat of her inner cuntlips together. Throbbing waves of fuck-itch pulsed through her loins and her face flushed hot.

God, what am I doing! she thought, and yanked her hand away. She fled the room, her shorts and bra and shoes all feeling much too tight. She felt like pulling off her clothes, She felt like rubbing herself between the legs.

She tried to concentrate on the other exhibits, but her mind kept wandering back to the naked bronze brave. He'd had such a big cock, and it had felt so hard and sexy. She wondered if the cock of her husband-to-be would feel like that to her touch.

She left the museum long before she'd intended to. She couldn't get her mind off the naked brave, and she was tempted repeatedly to visit him again; something she was not about to allow herself to do.

As she emerged into the sunshine, stunned for a moment by the blast of hot air outside, her eyes searched the fountain for Cissy. At first she didn't see Cissy, because Cissy was no longer seated alone. A young man with a mustache was seated next to Cissy at the edge of the fountain, and both he and Cissy were laughing. Cissy appeared to be doing a lot of squirming.

"Back already?" Cissy asked when she spotted Pam.

"I'm not feeling too well," Pam said. "Let's get going."

"This is Jeff," Cissy said. "He's a college guy. And this is my girlfriend Pam. We go to the same high school."

The young man looked Pam up and down. "Hi, Pam," he said. "Why don't you take off your shoes and cool off your feet like Cissy?"

"We really have to get going," Pam said. "We've got a long walk home."

"No we don't," Cissy said. "Jeff's giving us a ride in his van."

"I don't know," Pam said, but before she knew what was happening Jeff had locked his arms with the arms of Cissy and herself and was walking them toward his van. Cissy carried her shoes, her bare feet smacking on the concrete sidewalk.

"Here we are," Jeff said, and Cissy scrambled into the front of the van first so she could sit in the middle, next to Jeff. Jeff shifted gears and the van took off.

Pam's head was spinning. Everything had happened so fast that she felt as if she'd lost control of her life. Jeff was so overbearing. He was tall, he talked loud, and it was obvious he was in complete control. Cissy snuggled up to him as if he were a big teddy bear, giggling idiotically at everything he said.

They were sitting at a red light, in heavy traffic, when Jeff said, "Either of you chicks good at giving blowjobs?"

Pam blinked her eyes, sure she was hearing things. Cissy giggled, squirming.

"I got a big crowbar that needs some work," Jeff said. "Either of you hungry for some stiff meat?"

Pam closed her eyes and swallowed. When she opened her eyes, Cissy was leaning over, unzipping Jeff's fly and unsnapping his jeans. Jeff lifted his ass as Cissy, giggling as if she were drunk, yanked the college man's pants down nearly to his knees.

"Ahhh, that's better," the man sighed. He pulled off his shirt and tossed it on the dashboard. "Like it, girl?"