Chapter 8

All through supper that night, Lonnie kept giving Billie-Ann funny, shy little smiles. Billie really didn't mind Lonnie being around. What made her mad was having to share her small room with him.

After supper Billie did the dishes and Lonnie dried. It was half-past eight when Nora went to bed, and Billie decided she'd read some more on the book she'd started. When she was stretched out on her bed, puzzling over a long word, Lonnie came in and started to undress. Nora had fixed him a thin, narrow pallet against one wall, and though it didn't look very comfortable to Billie, the boy didn't seem to mind.

"Hey, B-Billie-Ann," he stammered after taking' off his shirt, "could you close your eyes till I'm under the sheets?"

Billie looked at him, then laughed. "Sure." It tickled her that a ten-year-old didn't want her to see him naked. But when she heard his belt buckle clank as he dropped his pants on the floor, she turned her head mischievously and peeked across at Lonnie. His back was to her, but as he bent down to pull back his sheet, she saw the small white snake drooping from his crotch. It was completely smooth, like a skinny tube. She recalled that Jed Judson's had a ridge flaring out near the end where it was bigger. Billie frowned and tried to remember more details. She couldn't be sure about Hanson's cock. Even with it pushed up against her that very afternoon, Billie had never really had the courage to try to get a good look. And the first time, when she'd spied him naked through the bushes, Hanson had been too far away. While Lonnie scrambled to hide himself under the single worn sheet, Billie turned to peek once again. Just before his body was covered she got a good look at the soft little sac hanging underneath, its thin skin outlined with the egg-shaped balls inside. Feeling strangely warm, Billie returned to her book but after half a page or so, she couldn't concentrate on the words.

"How come you sleep naked?" she asked Lonnie in a teasing way.

"You peeked," he said, his voice a little angry. "Oh, don't be mad." Billie shrugged. "I sleep that way, too." She reached up and turned off the bedlight. Then, satisfied that the room was dark enough, she wriggled out of her pants, panties and T-shirt and pulled the sheet up.

For a while she thought of Hanson wanting her to go with him to Elsie's. There was no way she could let herself do it... even if she did find the courage. Elsie Shelton's was known all over the county, and though the law never stopped the goings-on, the place was notorious. Billie'd heard that white folks were welcome at Elsie's from time to time, but not many. Jed had told her once that white musicians from the city often stopped there, and she remembered his sneering laugh when he said those kind of whites weren't really any different from niggers anyway. Of course, Billie knew she'd be accepted if she went with Hanson, but the idea of walking into a colored bar gave her the shudders.

The problems of even going anywhere with Hanson bothered Billie and she tried to think only of how nice it had been in the woods. She'd never really been hugged by any man before... not even her daddy. Hugging felt awful good. And it must have felt good to Hanson, too... good enough to make that white stuff come out of his cock. Billie rubbed her thighs together and sighed. Maybe Hanson had been pretending that he was putting his cock up inside her body while he moved against her.

A sudden wind blew the curtains open and there was a rumble of thunder. Then the wind rushed through the trees around the house, and lightning made everything in the room brighter for an instant. A thunderclap rumbled loud and near. Billie-Ann thought she heard a whimper, but with the storm beginning outside she wasn't sure. Then she heard it again... louder. It was a whimper. It was Lonnie.

Billie peered at the shadows across the room. "What's wrong?"

"I'm scared," Lonnie quavered back.

"Just put your head under the pillow," she said, turning back over. "It's nothing but a thunderstorm."

As she spoke, new rumblings filled the room and the wind tore at the curtains. Billie sat up in bed to lower the window a little and felt a shivering body sitting very close to her.

"Lonnie!" she scolded. "Now go back over there and go to sleep. The thunder isn't going to hurt--"

"My sis lets me stay with her when it thunders," he said in a shaking voice. The lightning lit up the room again, and she saw the blond, curly locks hanging over his forehead. A tear poised in the corner of each eye.

"Oh, my gosh!" She rumpled his head and put an arm around his shoulders. It didn't seem strange for them both to be naked, especially since Lonnie was just a scared little kid. A monstrous bolt hit not far from the house and the thunder shook the walls of Billie's tiny room.

"Shitaree!" Lonnie cried. "What are we gonna do!"

"I'm gonna lay down and try to go to sleep and you're gonna go back to your--"

Lonnie's thin arms circled Billie's waist, and a tear-stained cheek pressed against one of her naked titties.

"Okay, get under the sheets," she said, throwing back the covers, "but as soon as it's over, you've got to scat. This bed ain't big enough."

Billie hadn't thought that the small form of Lonnie Crumpers beside her would be at all sexy. She just hadn't been thinking of him in that way at all... even when he moved his legs down next to hers, put one of his freckled arms around her tummy and pressed his cheek harder against a titty nipple. But right away the fluttery little feelings began between the damp lips of her cunt, and she noticed her breathing had changed. Everything that had been happening over the past few days was teaching her something new, and Lonnie's body so close and smooth and warm seemed to be just one more lesson. Curious, Billie shifted slightly so that her curves pressed closer to Lonnie's thin form. Just doing that sent a jolt of pleasure through her back, ending with a new warm tingle in her tight little rectum and a glow that spread through her asscheeks. For some reason she felt like kissing Lonnie on the forehead... so she did. Lonnie hugged her a little tighter and turned slightly on the narrow mattress. Suddenly she could feel the exact shape of his pretty little white cock pushing against the outside of her thigh. It didn't feel as soft as it had looked to her before.

"You awake?" she whispered.

Lonnie nodded. The curiosity she'd been wrestling with all through the past week welled up hot in her again. Maybe she could find out a few things from Lonnie. He was so young and safe. Yes, that was it. She felt much safer with Lonnie than with Hanson.

"Do you get in bed with your sister much?"

"Sometimes," Lonnie said. He wiggled his face ever so slightly and Billie felt his nose brush one of her tiny, formless nipples. Right away the small sprout pushed up a little from the softness,... the way it had when her chest had rubbed against Hanson's at the pond.

"Do you like to sleep next to a girl better than alone?"

"Lots better," Lonnie said, and she could feel him smile against her skin.

"Why?"

"Gosh... it just feels nicer, that's all." He shrugged in the darkness and wiggled even closer against her. "You know, so soft and warm and all."

"Yeah, I think I know," Billie whispered against his hair.

"Hey, could you scratch my back?" the boy asked.

Billie-Ann put an arm around his shoulders and started making slow circles with her fingernails. She moved down to the small of his back and then up again, feeling the little bumps of his ribs as she scratched, and thinking how funny it was that touching another person always did funny things to the toucher, too. Billie shifted her hips and realized just how wet her secret place was getting. She found herself wanting to kiss Lonnie again and instead of thinking about the reasons why she shouldn't, she simply pushed his curly hair back from his forehead and once more pressed her lips against his brow. This time Lonnie raised his cheek from her tittie and looked up. In the darkness Billie could feel his warm breath and could see the soft outline of his chin. She knew their mouths were very close together, and it seemed natural to go ahead and do what she really wanted to do anyway. After all, he was just a kid. Lonnie didn't move a muscle, and Billie was even afraid he might be holding his breath as their lips clung softly for a moment. She'd almost pulled away when Lonnie made a tiny move in her direction, as if he wanted to kiss some more. She kissed him longingly, even moving her wet mouth the way Hanson had done to her. Then the boy touched her lips with his tongue, and Billie broke it off with a murmur of surprise.

"Gosh... for a little kid you sure know how to kiss."

"My sis kisses me." Lonnie laid his face back against her bare tittie.

Billie-Ann thought about Lonnie's sister. She didn't really know her very well, because the girl had been two grades ahead of Billie at school.

"Do you and your sister... ever do anything else?" It was a daring question, and she knew as soon as she'd asked it she'd gone too far.

"I... I better not tell. Gloria would be mad." Billie didn't say anything for a while, afraid she might scare Lonnie into silence. After a few moments she hugged him tight against her again and when the thrilling little breathlessness had passed, she put her mouth close to his ear.

"I wouldn't ever tell," she whispered. "Please tell me."

"Well... we kiss a lot. I like that." He blinked his eyes, and the long blond lashes tickled Billie-Ann's shoulder. "Sometimes she touches me..."

Billie could feel her body trembling all over and tried not to let Lonnie know how excited his words had made her. It was like finding out the most secret secrets of life, and she was actually weak with anticipation of his next words. Another bolt of lightning jabbed the night air outside, but the thunder that followed was further away. A slow patter of rain had begun to wet the windowpanes and the air was cool and fresh-smelling.

"Where... does Gloria touch you?"

"Let me have your hand."

Billie-Ann was surprised that her promise not to tell had won Lonnie over so completely, and her breath came shallow and weak as his small hand guided her fingers down to his crotch. The thin, stringy boy had to pull his body away from hers some, and then he pushed her palm against his cock. Billie was only a little surprised to find it rigid, and she immediately wrapped her fingers snugly around the small warm hose.

"Gosh," Lonnie gasped, "that's just how Sis does it."

"It feels good?"

"Boy, does it ever!"

It was terribly exciting to feel the shape of Lonnie's little penis. The storm outside blew further away and the clouds moved to let the moon shine through. It had been too hot in the tiny room to keep covered and now Billie-Ann could see clearly the long, bony shape of Lonnie's body glued close to hers. Even though he was shorter, they fit well together. She looked down at the small, stiff cock in her hand and knew she had a perfect chance to learn lots more.

"Can I look at you... down there, Lonnie?"

"You mean my prick?"

"Uh-huh."

"I don't care. It feels good with you touching it." She heard his swallow. "Could you keep touching it?"

"Okay."

Billie sat up cross-legged in the bed and Lonnie rolled over on his back to let her have a better look. She ran her fingers up and down the satiny white skin and with a cautious fingertip touched the wrinkled little sac underneath. Lately Billie'd been thinking a lot about boys and the way they were put together. Before her daddy had left for good, they'd had more animals around the place. She'd been too young then to pay attention, but now she could faintly remember a time when her pa had said something about deballing some calves. Billie'd asked her daddy why. He'd given a funny laugh and told her it was so they wouldn't grow up and give the cows more babies than he had money to feed. None of it had made much sense to Billie at the time... she hadn't even known where the balls were on a bull calf until lots later. But now as she felt Lonnie's spongy little eggs roll around inside their sac she was sure she had it right for once. That's where the baby-making stuff came from and when it got squirted into a girl's body... she was knocked up!

When Billie moved Lonnie's cock again, she realized that the outer skin moved back and forth easily over the hard little shaft underneath. As she moved the skin further and further back, she discovered the shiny purple head she'd been looking for. Lonnie had one, too; it was just hidden by the long covering of skin. She pulled it back more, and the tip rode clear of the surrounding flesh so she could see the graceful curve of the ridge behind. Lonnie had started to squirm a little, and Billie figured that playing around like that must feel as good to him as it did when she rubbed her own slick parts. She felt nice and tingly sitting cross-legged over Lonnie's body, her hair hanging down on each side of her face as she bent closer to his pretty penis. It was like a toy compared to Jed's or Hanson's. Lonnie gave a moan and she saw his stomach jump.

"I'm sorry," she said, quickly pulling the white skin of his tube back over the wet velvet head. "I didn't mean to hurt--"

"No... it feels good," Lonnie managed to say. He wriggled a little against the bed and pushed his buttocks up.

"You mean, to pull the skin back like that feels good?" Billie-Ann asked, remembering now what she'd watched Jed Judson do to himself.

"Ohhh, gosh, yes."

Billie tried moving the skin tube up and down a few times and each time she did it, Lonnie's body gave a small jerk. There was a wet, clicking sound every time the head was uncovered, and she could smell the soft, musky aroma. The rigid little penis had gotten even stiffer now and she could feel the way it curved back into his body.

"Does your sister do this, too?" Billie asked, guessing the answer before Lonnie could find breath enough to speak.

"Yeah..."

She was sitting with a foot bent under her and felt her sex honey wetting one ankle. Billie's hot little slit felt like it needed scratching bad, and she knew that just handling Lonnie's cock had put her into such a state.

"Do... do you ever do anything to Gloria?" she asked.

"Oh, sure, I--" Lonnie was suddenly quiet.

"Come on," Billie whispered. "It's all right. I already promised I'd never tell a soul."

"Well..." Lonnie sounded uncertain. "She gets me to lie on top of her and... and..."

Billie-Ann had her eyes closed... letting the words do terrible and exciting things to her fluttering heart. "And what?" Billie stopped moving her hand on Lonnie's stiff little snake, breathless for the boy's next secret.