Chapter 5B

"Why does it look like I'm hurting you when we make love?" Jeff asked a couple of days later.

"Because you are," Devlin said. She looked around carefully. They were on the school bus on their way home. Nobody was sitting near them, so nobody else had heard his question.

"What? Am I really?" She could hear the concern in his voice. Making love was supposed to be a time of pleasure, not pain.

Devlin looked around one more time. They were approaching the small town where Jeff lived. He was the last guy on the bus, and when he got off she was going to go join the girls in the back. She could hear the occasional giggle, and she wanted to know what was going on.

She stuck out her little finger. "This is about how wide my vagina is most of the time. Even when I'm aroused it doesn't get any bigger, it just gets hot and wet. Okay?"

Jeff nodded. "How do you know it's that size? You told me you can't see it."

"Because a girl feels herself out down there, okay? It's something you do when you're growing up." He nodded again. She made a circle with her thumb and middle finger, with more than an inch gap between the tip of the finger and her thumb. "Okay, this is how big around you are." She pushed her little finger into the circle. "Can you see the problem?"

She could see the light come on. "Oh. So that's why it looks like I'm hurting you the first time I put it in."

"The muscles down there have to relax to let you in," she said, "and that's why its better if I cum at least once before you put it in. It relaxes all the muscles down there, and makes sure I'm wet."

"Okay. But does it really hurt that much?"

"A little," she said. "It's sort of a combination of pain and pleasure at the same time. After you get the first couple of inches in it feels good. It's just that initial push that hurts." She shrugged. "A vagina can expand enough to get a baby out, so a girl can handle all sorts of sizes. But it takes time to get the muscles to open that wide. It's just one of those things about being a girl."

The bus bounced over the railroad tracks and into town. Jeff dropped his hand to her bare knee. Today she was wearing a brown corduroy jumper and knee-high socks. He slipped his hand under her hem, stopping when he got to the top of her legs.

"See, I am wearing panties," she said quietly. She opened her legs slightly and could feel him trace the outline of her sex through the fabric.

He smiled at her as he withdrew his hand, and she tugged the hem of the jumper lower. "I know we shouldn't do anything in public," he said. "But I was curious. I don't see how girls can wear something like that."

"Like what?"

"That dress. Don't you feel exposed?"

"Why should I? What's wrong with dressing like this?"

"There's only a couple of inches of fabric between..."

She suddenly understood what he was getting at. "Let's see. I'm wearing a dress, a tee-shirt, a bra, panties, shoes and socks. And if I slipped and fell with my legs apart everyone could see my panties. Or if I pulled them up like this," she pulled her hem part way up her thighs for a moment before pushing it back down, "they could see my panties that way, too. Right?"

His face had turned red and he was blushing. "Uh, right."

"And my legs are bare all the way up, aren't they." He nodded. "All my life society has told me that I'm properly dressed when I'm dressed this way. That's why I can wear a short dress and not feel like I'm exposing myself." She looked out the window. "Isn't this your stop coming up?"

He glanced ahead. "Uh, yes it is." He paused as if searching for words. "Do you want to go to the dance tomorrow night?" The bus swayed to a stop and the driver opened the door.

"The dance?" She acted as if she were thinking this over very carefully. "I'd love to go to the dance with you." She grinned up at him impishly as he stood up. "Why we might even get some dancing in."

"Same time as before?"

"6:30." She thought of Danny. "Maybe we can make it earlier and get a bite to eat, too. Say 5:30."

"Uh, okay. Sounds good." He edged down the aisle. "I'll see you tomorrow, okay?"

She nodded. "Bye, Jeff."

"Bye, Devlin."

"So what did you get out of him?" Tammi Johnson asked when Devlin joined the girls in the back of the bus.

"Date tomorrow night, even if it's just the school dance."

"I don't think my boyfriend has the courage to ask me out," Tammi said wistfully. "Not without my twisting his arm a lot."

"So what's going on back here?" Devlin asked. They had at least 20 minutes before her stop, plenty of time to find out what all the giggling was about.

"We're teaching Lindsay a few things," Sabrina said.

Devlin looked at the young brunette sitting in the corner. She didn't know anything about Lindsay except that she was a freshman and she was from the South somewhere. Then she saw the broom handle on the seat next to Sabrina.

"Oh. I see."

"You do it like this," Sabrina said. She reached into her purse and pulled out a condom in its little foil packet. Carefully she tore it open. "See, you place it around the tip like this," she said, placing the condom on the broom handle. "You pinch the tip to leave a little room at the end. Then you just unroll it, just like you're unrolling a pair of nylons." She quickly unrolled the condom to its full length, leaving only the little bulb at the tip loose.

"Won't it be too tight on him?" Lindsay asked.

Several girls giggled. "That's the idea," Sabrina said. "You want to make sure it's on nice and tight. You don't want it coming loose, do you? And you leave some room in the tip for his stuff because you don't want any of it leaking out."

"Uh, no." Lindsay stared at the broom handle, her eyes wide. Hesitantly she reached out and touched it. "It feels so slick."

"It's supposed to."

"Will it burst?"

"That's what this part at the end is for," Sabrina said. "When you start to put it on, do it just like I told you, squeeze the tip. That way it won't burst."

"But Les said it's like taking a shower in a rain coat."

"Who's Les?" Devlin asked.

"Her cousin," another girl said. "He's a sophomore, and they had sex the other day."

"Oh, okay, I understand."

"He could always not have sex with you," Sabrina said. "Otherwise, if you don't use a condom, you're going to get pregnant."

"Do you? Use one, I mean."

"Yes," Sabrina said.

Devlin knew Sabrina didn't, but she wasn't going to explain how Sabrina was on the pill just now. If the girl was going to have sex, even with her cousin, she needed protection. Certainly the boy wasn't going to think of it--well, Jeff was an exception, but most boys didn't think of things like that when their cocks were hard. Come to think of it, most boys didn't think of anything when their cocks were hard.

"What about... how do we get it off?"

"After you're done his thing goes down," Sabrina said. "And when it shrinks back to its normal size then it's very easy to take off." She pulled the condom off and held it up. "Wrap it up in tissue paper or something and throw it away." She wadded it up in tissue. "There, all done."

"I don't know," Lindsay said. "I'm not sure he'll want to use one."

"If he doesn't," Sabrina said, "tell me. I'll persuade him."

Lindsay blushed and shrank back a little in her seat. "Uh, okay." She glanced out the window. "My stop is coming up," she said hastily. She grabbed her books and almost ran to the front of the bus.

"Anybody taking any bets that she'll be pregnant before the year is over?" Tammi asked.

"Or who the father is," another girl said.

"I may just have to ball her cousin's brains out till he forgets all about her." Sabrina scowled. "That guy's a jerk. But if I have to, I will. I like Lindsay too much to let her get into trouble like this if I can do something about it."

"Why is she staying with her cousin?" Devlin asked. "Don't her folks live down south somewhere?"

"Her Mom sent her up here from some small town in eastern Kentucky," Sue Ellen said. "The story I heard was that her father and older brother were sniffing around her. They start young in Kentucky, her mother was only 15 when she had Lindsay."

"You know what they call a virgin in Kentucky," Tammi said. "A virgin is a girl who can out run her brother."

Devlin glanced out the window. "Our stop's coming up," she said. She, Sabrina and Sue Ellen walked to the front of the bus.

"You'd really have sex with Lindsay's cousin?" Sue Ellen asked Sabrina after they'd gotten off the bus. They each had a few blocks to walk before they were home.

"Sure."

"How could you? Don't you have any self-respect?"

"I do," Sabrina said. "I really like myself." She sighed. "I don't have sex because of some traumatic thing with my parents, if that's what you mean. If it was my parents' fault my older sister would be interested in guys, too. But all she's interested in right now is school. She's the closest thing to a nun I can think of, only we're not Catholic. No, I like sex. I like the way it makes me feel. And I like boys."

"But..."

"But I'm not dumb enough to have unprotected sex," Sabrina said. "I may like to screw, but I don't intend to have any kids until I'm 24 or 25." She studied Sue Ellen's face. "Now just because I like to have sex is no need for you to rush off and spread your legs for anybody. So just keep your legs together and wait until you're older. Okay?"

"Uh, sure," Sue Ellen said. She came to her street and turned down it, thinking.

"So are you and Jeff doing it?" Sabrina asked quietly.

Devlin thought of the promise she'd extracted from Jeff. But Sabrina was the one girl she knew who would keep a secret. And anyway, she knew all about Devlin. She nodded. "Yeah."

"So how is he?"

"He's learning," Devlin said. "He tries real hard, and it's all new to him."

"And you were teaching him last week at the dance, weren't you."

"His first time," Devlin said. She smiled at the memory. "He was both eager and hesitant at the same time."

"That must have been something," Sabrina said. "The nurse's room?" Devlin nodded. "Did he wonder that you knew what you were doing?"

"A little, but I've put off most of his questions."

"You know he's pretty religious. So is his mother. I don't know about his Dad."

"I knew he went to Church on Sundays, but that's all."

"It could be a problem, you know how some of these religious nuts get." Sabrina paused at the corner where she turned for her house. "Are you going to tell him about the other things you do?"

"You mean Danny and the Friday night parties?" Sabrina nodded. "I haven't figured out how. It's difficult."

Sabrina sighed. "I'd suggest something, but I don't know what. All I can say is to hold off telling him for a bit."

"In the hope that things will change?" Devlin asked. "I don't see that they will, unless I give up Friday nights. And that may happen. The couple who host those parties just found out I was only 15 when I started."

"Does Danny know she knows?"

"I'm pretty sure he doesn't. Of course half the time he's just thinking with his dick, and that thing doesn't have any brain cells in it."

Sabrina shook her head. "I don't know what to say. Let me know if you get any ideas and we'll talk it over." She glanced at her watch. "Well, I'll see you tomorrow. I think I'll go home and play with my vibrator."

"Does it really make you feel better when you're having your period?"

"I don't get cramps any more," Sabrina said. "I don't recommend it, at least not without a bath or something first to get you relaxed."

"Maybe I'll want to try it again the next time I have cramps," Devlin said. She waved. "I'll see you tomorrow."

Her mother was already dressed for work when Devlin got home. "I have to go in early for some mandatory training," she said. "Diversity class, to teach us to get along with everybody. Sue knows you're coming over."

"Then I guess I'll see you tomorrow," Devlin said. She was disappointed. She'd wanted to just sit and talk with her mother. Oh, not about boys and sex, but about other things. Just talk.

Devlin walked over to Sue and Danny's right after her mother drove off. Sue was nursing her youngest child, a smile on her face. "I can actually feel this," she said when Devlin had asked her once. "It's one of the few things I can feel."

"Mom had to leave early," Devlin said.

"I know. Danny's already home. He was wondering what happened to you yesterday."

"Did you tell him I had a dinner date?"

"No. I'm not sure his male ego would like the idea that you're seeing someone else."

Devlin nodded. "Do you want me to start dinner?"

"No thanks. I've got Italian coming in a couple of hours."

"Okay. I guess I'll go take care of Danny."

"You make it sound like a duty."

"Some days it is."

"Funny." Sue shook her head. "There were times when I thought that way, too. I never told him, of course. As far as he knew I was hot and ready for sex every time." She waved her hand. "I'll see you in a while, dear."

Devlin headed upstairs carrying her books with her. Danny must have heard her, he met her at the top of the stairs. Without saying a word he swept his arm under her knees and picked her up. Depositing her on the bed he reached under her jumper and pulled off her panties, then buried his face against her sex.

It was so sudden she didn't know what to do, then as his tongue burrowed and wiggled through her intimate folds she decided to just lie there and enjoy it.

"Where were you last night?" Danny said. "I missed you."

Your cock missed me, Devlin thought. But out loud she said, "A bunch of us went out for dinner and a movie."

He pushed her jumper up above her waist and resumed his oral attack on her center. "Well I guess I'll just have to make it up to you."

He kept licking and rubbing against her. She clutched her breasts through the fabric of her jumper. She hadn't had sex while dressed all that many times, and it was kind of fun. It was like he desired her so much even when she wasn't naked.

Eventually, after she'd cum against his mouth, he slipped up behind her. Parting her legs slightly, he entered her. With no one to hold except herself, Devlin rubbed one hand against her breasts, and slipped the other down to rub her clit. She came twice more before Danny groaned and emptied himself in her.

She glanced at the time, then got off the bed and finished undressing. She eyed his cock hungrily. His initial edge was worn off, and dinner wasn't here yet. She could feel his juices oozing out of her. Danny had never been shy about eating a freshly used vagina, especially if he'd been the one using it. She lowered herself on his face, then settled down to suck him until he was hard again.

A few minutes later, as Danny entered her a second time, as she moved to meet his thrusts again, as she felt the pleasure well up from her middle, she thought of Jeff. She remembered the feel of him opening her and sliding in, the way he filled her to the bursting point, the way she felt when he nudged her deepest point, his cock head pressing firmly against her cervix, his balls rubbing against her bottom. His chest hairs had scratched her nipples until her nubs had stood out hard and straight. And his kisses had driven all thoughts from her mind as he seemed to touch the very essence of her.

Danny was getting close to cumming. Devlin forgot about Jeff and rode the insistent needs of her own body, rode them over the top in a sharp climax. Through the storm of pleasure she could feel Danny cumming, too, the short little jerks as his cock spewed its load deep inside her.

Sue opened the door to the bedroom just as Danny relaxed on top of her. "Dinner's here, you two. Come get something to eat."

Devlin found her panties and tee-shirt and pulled them on. Sue had the table mostly set, and Devlin got Cindy, their oldest child, to the table. Danny showed up a couple of minutes later wearing sweatpants and a tank-top. He'd even managed to comb his hair and wash his face.

"Ah, spaghetti," he said. He began dishing up food. "Sue? How much do you want?"

She eyed what he'd put on her plate so far. "A little more," she said. She nodded as Danny added a second scoop of meat sauce.

"Devlin? Have to keep up your strength."

"My strength's just fine," she said. "You need to keep up your strength. I'll take just a little less than what you gave Sue."

Cindy required some attention, and Devlin took time to help the little girl. She was cutting a meatball when Cindy grabbed her right breast in both hands and tried to find her nipple through her shirt.

Devlin laughed. "I'm not your mama," she said. She had to disengage Cindy's fingers from her tee-shirt.

"I think she wants dinner a different way," Sue said.

"You're the one nursing," Devlin said, "not me. She won't get what she wants out of me."

Cindy was persistent enough Devlin's tee-shirt was a mess by the time dinner was over. And the few times she'd found a nipple she'd sucked almighty hard, for all the good it did her. Devlin finally peeled off her tee-shirt and tossed it on a pile of laundry to be done. She loaded the washer while Sue nursed Cindy. Danny came up behind her, running his hands over her body. She could feel his half-hard cock pressing against her bottom. His hands slid up her front to cup her breasts while he kissed the back of her neck.

"As soon as you're finished, come back upstairs," he whispered.

She looked at him as he walked away. His cock was pushing out the front of his sweatpants. She waited until he heard him climb the stairs, then turned and faced Sue. "How can you take this?" she asked.

Sue looked at the teenager, at the flush on her cheek, at her nipples standing out, at the dark triangle of hair visible through the thinness of her panties, at the narrow waist and the perfect legs. Devlin was everything she wasn't. Even before the accident she hadn't been a sexy beauty queen. Small breasted, thick-waisted and with a plain face. She wished she had the teenager's looks. She wished... she wished she could walk again, that she could enjoy sex again, she wished she had all of that so this wasn't necessary. But she loved Danny, and she understood the needs that pushed him.

"I don't mind," she said. "I know you don't love him. And I appreciate what you're doing for both of us." She glanced once more at the teenager's lush body. "Now go upstairs and have fun because I want you to, okay? You're doing this for me and for my marriage, and I can't tell you how much it means to me."

"I..." Devlin shook her head. She walked over and kissed Sue on the cheek. "Forgive me for asking, and I know you tell me you don't mind, but, well, I just need to keep hearing it from you."

"I understand, dear," Sue said. She turned the girl around and gave her a playful swat on the bottom. "Now go. He's waiting for you."

Danny was waiting for her. It was like the dinner had given him extra energy and he lasted and lasted. But finally he groaned and came, collapsing slowly on top of her. They kissed, and for a few minutes he cuddled her against his warm strength. But finally she heard him snore slightly.

She slipped out of his arms. She sat on the edge of the bed, trying to focus. She felt that sense of inner happiness that a good climax always gave her. Everything was always better after a climax. She wanted to snuggle back in his arms, but... but she had homework to do. She sighed, pushed her hair back, and headed for the bathroom.

Danny and Sue liked a warm bedroom, warm enough she didn't feel cold even when naked. After a quick pee, Devlin took a hand towel back to the bedroom with her. There was a desk and chair beneath the window. She laid the towel on the chair--one time she hadn't and it had taken several vigorous cleanings before the semen stains had come out. Arranging her books, she took out her assignment list and started in.

She'd finished the essay she had to write for English, and a second one she thought would be interesting, her Social Studies, and was working on her business math when he woke up.

"What is it about this picture that I find intensely appealing?" he asked.

"You find every picture of a naked woman appealing," she said, not looking up from her books.

"True," he admitted, "but this is even more appealing than normal. There you sit, a textbook open in your lap, your legs crossed, your breasts swaying gently as you move, your hair a tangled sweaty black mass hanging across your shoulders. The lamplight gleams off your skin, and I can see the tip of a pencil sticking out from over your ear. I think it's the combination of beauty, sexiness, and intelligence. They all come together in a perfect picture."

"It sounds like you want some more."

"Not right away. What are you studying?"

"Business math."

He got off the bed and came over to the desk. Picking up the book, he flipped through it for a moment. "Having problems?"

"Some. This isn't that easy."

"Actually, it is. I just bet someone told you girls aren't good at it."

"Well..." She hesitated. She'd read that very thing in the newspaper. Girls weren't supposed to be good at math, something about the wrong side of the brain or something.

He drew up a chair and settled in next to her. "Look, it's really quite simple. This isn't brain surgery." He pointed to an equation. "You're figuring compound interest, you can do this real fast with a calculator."