Chapter 5

Cathy now found herself with a real and genuine problem on her hands.

In the first place, among her set, in order to get to the prom, you had to put out in order to get a date. That was the heaviest date in the whole school year.

When she was a virgin, Cathy had resigned herself to no prom, but this year she wanted to go.

In the first place, she felt every bit as womanly as any of the other girls in school.

She realized how much of a lover her brother was, when she compared him to Wayne. Wayne was still mooning around Cathy, but Cathy, who was nice to him, refused all his advances.

She had promised her mother and father that she would not sleep with any of the guys at school.

She and her brother had a good relationship going, emotionally as well as sexually. By now he had worked off his demerit points.

He had bought Cathy a lovely little gold pinkie ring with some of his savings. Cathy was very touched by his gift, especially since Cathy assumed some of the responsibility for his having acquired the demerits in the first place.

It was Saturday morning, and Cathy was sitting, disconsolate, in front of the television set. She had finished her household chores. Her homework was all done, and she didn't want to go out.

She had only three weeks to go before the prom. Everyone else in her class was going, which meant that there were no virgins left.

She had asked Sybil how she got her date. Sybil and she were the last hold-outs. Sybil had giggled. She was going with David Potter, who was a rather good-looking boy, if excessively intellectual.

Sybil merely giggled.

"I took the plunge, what else? Why don't you, Cathy?"

"Ohhh," Cathy mourned, "I promised my mother!" She couldn't very well admit that she was still a virgin, so she avoided the word. But she couldn't very well tell the girls that she had had her cherry popped by her brother. So she was stuck with no date for the prom.

Stephanie had been no help at all! That made Cathy very, very angry with her. She was going to the prom with Gerald, who had copped her cherry, but Stephanie had no ideas about the matter.

Cathy stared at the television set with unseeing eyes, pondering her dilemma. She didn't deserve this, she thought to herself. She felt betrayed by Stephanie, and very bewildered.

"Hey, what's the matter?" her brother asked her, coming into the living room.

"Oh, Jimmy, I'm in a pickle!"

"What kind this time?" her brother grinned. Cathy looked up at him, and her pussy creamed. Both her parents were around the house today, so there was no chance of their getting together.

She was almost jealous that he had a date that night.

She sighed.

"I'm the only girl in the freshman class who's not going to the prom. You know what that means?"

Jimmy laughed. "That means you're the only virgin in the class."

"That's not funny, Jimmy. I feel like a hypocrite."

"Yeah, sometimes I do, too."

"Well, you don't have to go around pretending you're a virgin! I do, because nobody would believe me if told them, anyway!"

"Oh, yes they would. Suzy's brother Arnold copped her cherry before she ever started on her cock-teasing campaign."

Cathy's eyes widened. "You're kidding!"

"No. I've been feeling so guilty about you and me that I did some research. We aren't so bad. Lots of the kids in school have done it."

"Well, that doesn't make me feel better. I want to go to the prom!" Cathy wailed.

"Gee, Sis, I don't know what to tell you."

"Can you find me a date?"

Jimmy sighed and leaned forward.

"I'll ask the guys in school. I know the guys in my class aren't going to want to go to the prom with a freshman, but maybe one of them has a brother who goes to another school."

"Oh, would you, Jimmy?"

"Yeah. I'm sorry. The least you could have is the right to sit here and say that the only reason you're not going to the prom is that you're a virgin, but you can't even do that."

"That's not your fault," Cathy said mournfully. "I wanted it as bad as you did."

The telephone rang.

It was Stephanie. "Want to come to my house? Gerald's here, and he has a friend with him. He might be the answer to your problem!"

Stephanie's voice had a ring to it, as if she were up to something. And if Gerald was at Stephanie's house, Cathy was pretty sure that her parents weren't home.

It made her nervous. Gerald hung out with some older men, and even Cathy's mother, who wasn't too critical of Cathy's friends, had said that she didn't like "that Gerald or his questionable friends."

"I don't know, Steph. Wait till I ask Mom."

"Oh, you chicken. Why do you always have to ask your mother?"

"Because!" Cathy said, slamming the phone down on the table, and storming out to the kitchen.

"May I go to Stephanie's house, Mother?" she asked, her tone belligerent. Her mother laughed.

"Well, of course. Were you expecting a fight from me?"

"No, but I'm gonna give fight to Stephanie. She called me chicken for asking you if I could go."

"Stephanie's mother should get a good spanking for leaving the child free to do as she pleases without supervision. Of course you may go, dear. Have a good time, and be home by three. Daddy's going to take us all out to supper."

Cathy went back to the phone.

"I can come," she said.

"O.K. I'll wait for you. Hurry up! We're gonna have a lot of fun."

Cathy didn't like the set-up, the minute she walked into the house. For one thing, both men were stripped to their jockey shorts, and Stephanie, giggling, met Cathy at the door in a bathrobe, and Cathy suspected that she had nothing under it.

She walked into the living room, and was introduced to Gerald, whom she knew. He was a darkly handsome boy, who always had a slightly snide look on his face, as if he had just got away with something.

Cathy was pretty sure that wasn't far from the truth.

The man with him was named Troy. Cathy gasped when she saw him. He was older, and went to another high school in the city. She remembered him because he was a basketball champ, and his team had beaten the team at her school several times.

He was also supposed to be the baddest boy in town. He lived in the ghetto with his widowed mother, and she had heard rumors about how he supported his mother and two younger sisters. The sisters always came to the games with him.

He was tall, and dark-haired, with dark, passionate-looking eyes. He sat, grining on the couch, in his jockey shorts, as Stephanie introduced him.

"He's one of Gerald's friends. He's agreed to go to the prom with you."

Cathy got scared. Stephanie told her everything, and she knew that Stephanie frequently went to parties with Gerald, where all the girls and boys mixed it up.

Cathy thought it was marvelous and the stories always made her cunt cream wildly, but she didn't want to be part of such a scene, and she certainly didn't want to get fucked for the sake of a dance--not after she had promised her mother, and not when she had her brother to fulfill her sexual needs.

Jimmy and she had made a pact that Jimmy and she would have all the dates they wanted, but Jimmy would service Cathy's sexual needs until she was sixteen and could start to have sex herself.

Cathy felt honor-bound to the arrangement, peculiar as it might seem to some people.

She got very angry with Stephanie.

"I don't like this!" she exclaimed. "I don't like it at all."

"Where are you going?" Stephanie screamed, grabbing Cathy's arm, as she was about to go out of the door.

"I'm going home!" Cathy said, pulling away from Stephanie.

"After I got you a date?"

"I'm not going to be a whore just to go to a dance!" Cathy exclaimed hotly. "And that's exactly what you're asking me to do. The whole school knows that only girls who have had their cherries popped get to go to the prom."

"I asked Gerald, as a personal favor to bring a friend here, so you could get to the dance," Stephanie said, looking aggrieved.

"I think that was very nice of you, but you didn't consult me first," Cathy said.

The sound of Troy's laughter arrested both girls.

"I don't know what you think is so funny, man. You've been done out of some ass," Gerald said to his friend.

He walked behind Stephanie, and right in front of Cathy he began to massage her tits.

"We were thinking of a little get-together, but if you're chicken..."

"All right! All right! I'm chicken! I'm chicken because I tell my mother where I'm going, and I'm chicken because I promised her I wouldn't sleep with any of the boys in school until I was sixteen. So I'm chicken!"

Cathy started to storm out of the house again, but she was grabbed. She swung, alarmed at the grip on her wrist.

It was Troy who was holding her this time.

"You don't have to go," he said. "If you promised your mother you wouldn't have sex till you were sixteen, I don't think you're chicken for keeping your word."

His voice was quiet.

"I'm sorry I got you into this, man," Gerald said. Stephanie's robe now hung open, revealing all her luscious delicacies. Stephanie didn't seem to mind in the least.

"Come on," Troy said, ignoring Gerald. "We can sit on the couch and watch."

"Watch?" Cathy asked, wide-eyed.

"Yeah, why not?" Troy laughed. "It's a good sex education."

He pulled her over to the couch, and sat her down beside him.

"Do you mind?" Cathy asked Stephanie.

"Hell, no! I love an audience. Maybe you can pick up a few pointers from me," Stephanie said, smiling.

Stephanie shrugged the robe off, and paraded her excellent figure in front of Cathy and Troy. Gerald removed his pants. His cock stood straight out. It wasn't as big as Jimmy's. It throbbed redly, sprouting luridly from his hairy bush.

He rushed at Stephanie, who acted as if she were swooning in his arms.

"Ohh, lover, I want you so bad!" she gasped.

Cathy squirmed in her seat. She was slightly uncomfortable, but still fascinated. Troy looked at her, and grinned. He had a dimple on his right cheek when he smiled. His eyes were so dark and piercing that Cathy thought he was a little scary.