Carmen gave her mom and Tim hugs as they headed on out on another date. They had been back together for almost a year now, and she had a feeling that he might be popping the question soon. And even though she had indirectly tried to get her mom to say what they did on their dates, her mom refused to answer other than they had a kiss goodnight normally at the end.

Although she knew it went at least a bit past that. As two weeks before she had gone to the bathroom, and spied on the two of them in the living room. Where they were indeed kissing, with one of Tim’s hands on her mom’s bottom, the other running up and down her side. “So getting some side-boob action” she thought to herself as she pulled down her panties and took a piss. But his hands were mostly in the same place when Carmen headed back to her room.

But after a dinner of enchiladas the two headed out again, so she knew she would have most of the evening to herself. And after taking a shower Carmen decided to make a night of it. So far she had been resisting Bill’s efforts to actually be his girlfriend, but they were kinda “friends with benefits”.

He still arranged to “pray” with her a couple of times a month. Those were normally in the library. And since their first date the year before he had not only added a bit more to his length and girth, he had learned staying power as well. A couple of times even having to rush as he would hold himself back as long as he could, a couple of times finishing in her mouth right before the library closed.

And they would sometimes get together on weekends, but never officially. A couple of times a month he would ask her if she was going to see a new movie at the mall, which had become their code for meeting up there. Those were actually more “date dates”, where they would hold hands and kiss before and after the movie, then they would sneak to some bushes she knew of outside the mall where she would yank his crank as a thank you. Which Carmen saw as acceptable as it was a handjob, not a blowjob.

But those were just in thanks for paying for her ticket, no actual money changed hands for those as they were not “praying”. And since the start of the school year, she had even allowed him to take it a step farther. Leaning against the wall as he slid his hand into her panties and fingered her. Finally gaining enough skill at her instruction so she was able to enjoy the endings of their unofficial dates as much as he did.

But Bill was out of town this weekend, so it would be completely herself unless she could arrange something. He knew she still did other dates, and was fine with it. Even though he was asking more and more often if they could do other things. He had asked her to the homecoming dance, which she had refused. Even though she did seriously consider it for a few minutes, but she had already arranged an “entire evening” date with one of the college guys for that evening, and that was an easy $150.

But she had agreed to model for Bill the next weekend, as he needed to do some “live model” shots for a photography project. And it was kind of flattering, as he was a good photographer, and he promised she could have copies of them after he developed them.

Once her hair was dry Carmen went back to her room, and decided to get everything ready. First she unwrapped the towel from around her body, and placed it on her chair. Then she lit the two vanilla candles she pulled out of her desk, and pulled out her favorite hairbrush. It was one of the round ones, with a nice long handle that was thicker at the end then in the middle. Absolutely perfect for a girl that lived at home with a mom that sometimes snooped in her room. Not as good as a vibrator, at least according to Tina. But also not likely to raise any questions if her mom discovered it.

Carmen logged online, and looked through the online group. Two people asking to join, one of them she saw was named “6_Thrower”. They were not online, but she had a suspicion who that was. The quarterback of the school team was Trey Kennedy, a black guy that wore the number 6. He was one of the scholarship kids, so he might be good for occasional dates. But likely not as often as the wealthy kids.

So she sent a message asking what school he went to and looked at the other applicant. “Chris_Kringle” was not a name she had expected, but as she went to a religious school named “Saint Nicholas”, it might be somebody like her that also used their name publically. And seeing that Chris was online, she sent him a private greeting.

Chris sent one back, and Carmen started her usual light interrogation. Asking how old they were (sixteen), and if they went to her school (he did). And when Carmen asked how he found out about the group, Chris said they shared the computer with his brother. Who had this group in their messenger, and they decided to check it out for themselves.

Chris told her the name the brother used, and she smiled as she did indeed “know” the brother. “ASL_Me” had graduated the year before, and had a rather average cock. And he was good for one or two “prayers” a month. So Carmen smiled and invited Chris into the group.

She went into the chat room, and there were about a dozen people in it. A few were talking, and after saying hello to a few saw that Fannie was on. Carmen knew her brother was on the football team, so asked if she knew Trey. Turns out she did, and his jersey number was indeed 6. And that she had been crushing on him for a bit now, she Carmen passed along the information she had on “6_Thrower”. Who knows, maybe Fannie would get to know him a bit better.

A few minutes later Chris joined the chat, and as Rahab introduced him to the group. And about twenty minutes later Chris asked in a private message if it was just a chat group. Carmen smiled, and said it was a special kind of dating group. And sent the link to the private group page they had set up. And of course a few minutes later came the question asking what exactly that all meant.

“Well, you see the prayers? Well, you see each of us listed on the group member page. We will go on a special date with somebody, for $10 per prayer.”

It took a few minutes until Chris responded. “OK, I see each of you have those below your names. Rahab, you are two prayers, so a date with you is $20? Do I have that right? And it is a date to pray together?”

Carmen smiled, and biting her lower lip said it was. And Chris then asked if she had dated her brother like that. Carmen crossed her thighs and squeezed them, remembering some of the dates she had shared with ASL_Me. The last of them right before graduation where she had sucked him off in a park bathroom.

“Chris, we don’t talk about things we do with others. I hope you understand, private things should be kept private.”

“So like, we would go out to a movie or roller skating before praying? And I would have to pay for it?”

Carmen smiled, and wiggled in her seat a bit before responding. “Well, we could do that if you like. You see, these are a bit more, personal. We do not actually pray, but we joke that by the end we are normally on our knees. Actually going out somewhere is not actually required. But I promise, if you arrange a date with me or one of the other girls you will be satisfied at the end of it.” Carmen even added an image of a smiling face at the end, then another with the face but the mouth open as if in surprise. Hoping Chris would get the unsaid message she was implying.

There was a long pause after that, and as she waited Carmen reached up and cupped her breasts. She was indeed a full C now, and had learned to take advantage of that since a month before when Bill had actually taught her something new. That letting a guy put his cock between them was apparently as enjoyable to them as sucking them off was. And a lot less work as well.

“OK, sorry my mind was blown a bit by that. So, if somebody arranges a date with you for $20, you have sex with them?”

“Oh, no-no-no-no-no! Chris, I’m a virgin and intend to remain one. Well, at least for now. No, I’ll do things, but not that. None of us do that. But I promise that at the end you would be satisfied. You should know that girls can give pleasure in other ways that do not involve putting something inside of our vagina.” And after sending that message, Carmen was squeezing her thighs together tighter.

And after another thirty minutes of back and forth, Carmen finally sealed the deal. Saying things like she had “aced her orals” in school, and she could be “handy” when needed. Chris had asked for some more information, and Carmen sent a link to a sound clip from a movie about a decade earlier. “Pulp Fiction” was a movie she had only seen once at Tina’s, and even though it was a girl saying it the meaning of “Will you give me oral pleasure?” could not be denied.

“Of course, I would be the one doing that, not you. After all, you are the one paying for our time, not me.”

And Carmen was pulling on her nipples which had grown hard when Chris finally agreed. And they made arrangements to meet the next afternoon at the sports field behind the school. That was one of several places Carmen knew of. A girl that had graduated the year before had told her she could use her school ID to pop open the lock on the equipment shed the track and field team used. Which not only had a decent amount of room, but the mats used by the high jump team.

Carmen said she would be wearing green shorts and a pink top, and Chris said he would be in black jeans and a black shirt. Carmen asked if they would be tight jeans, and Chris said they would be. “Oh no, loose jeans or shorts is best. Easier to get on and off, you know what I mean?”

Chris said he would wear loose shorts, so Carmen said to meet her at the bleachers at noon. And glad that she had arranged a date for the next day, Carmen soon logged off. Where as had become her habit she put in her headphones, and with Smash Mouth playing she scooted her ass against the edge of her chair. And licking her lips as she picked up her brush, reached down with her left hand and used her fingers to pull her lips open as she slowly slid her brush inside. Wondering how big of a cock she would get to suck on the next day when she met Chris. “I hope he has a nice one” she whispered to herself right before she pushed herself over the edge for the first of two orgasms she would give herself before bed.

The next day after an early lunch Carmen told her mom she was going to go out for a bit. And she was in loose green shorts and a pink tank top, with her backpack with a few things she sometimes needed. A small package of baby wipes, a small bottle of hand cream, and a spare top. More than once she had guys request a handjob instead of a blowjob, and sometimes accidents happened. And as this was the first time meeting Chris, she had no way of knowing what he might want.

She got to the field ten minutes early, and went over to the locker and popped the lock. She then put her backpack inside, and after removing her bra and putting it in her pack she put on some more lip gloss went ahead and pulled out a book and headed towards the bleachers. And a few minutes later and still a bit early she saw somebody come around the corner at the end of the bleachers.

She saw they were wearing a black baseball cap, and black shorts and shirt. Carmen closed her book and placed it on her lap, and waved as she called out “Chris”. She saw he was slender, and rather short. And she was taking in his short black hair when he finally looked up at her.

And Carmen felt her head spin as she took in who it was. As she indeed did know Chris, they had known each other for about three years. Having first met when Carmen got the scholarship to move out of the public school system in order to attend Saint Nicholas Preparatory.

Chris stood in front of Carmen, and looked incredibly nervous doing so. And Carmen noticed she crossed her arms in front of her, almost in a defensive manner. “Chris?” she softly asked, as this was the last person she imagined.

And only then remembering that ASL_Me did not have a younger brother, but a younger sister! Carmen quickly reached out and grabbed her hand, and almost pulled Chris over to the locker and closed the door behind them.

There was a little light inside, because of the ventilation vents high in the walls. And she turned to look at Chris, who looked a bit frightened. “Oh no, why did it have to be you? Why are you Rahab?”

Carmen looked at her closer, and Chris almost seemed to be on the edge of tears. “Chris, it’s OK, relax. I can almost say the same thing, the last person I expected to be Chris was you. But honestly, you thought I would be somebody else?”

Chris reached up and rubbed her eyes and nodded. “Your picture, that’s an old one, right?”

“Yeah, that was from two years ago. One of the girls back then had one of those cameras that puts pictures on computer disks, I have not gotten another one since as I do not have a digital camera.”

“Yes, I can see that. I, er, well, I saw your dark skin and small breasts in the picture. So I thought you were Gloria Hand.”

At that Carmen giggled and shook her head. “Oh no, Glory’s about three shades darker than me. She’s black, but light skinned. Not a Latina like me. And she’s not a member of the group. What, you thought I was Glory?”

“Uh-huh” was all Chris said.

After a moment of silence, Carmen moved over to sit on the track mats and patted on it so Chris would sit next to her. “Chris, are you, I mean, are you gay?”

Chris started to cry a bit more, and in an almost whisper said “I don’t know.” Carmen nodded, and asked if that was why she was doing this. And it turns out that Chris had indeed been questioning her sexuality for a couple of years now. She had dated guys of course, but had never done much with them and it had never given her that “special tingle” that she had expected.

“I mean, it’s nice and all. But it was not the same.”

Carmen looked at her and asked the same as what, and after a moment Chris said the same tingle she got when she looked at or thought of another girl. Carmen nodded at that, and after reaching for her backpack pulled out a small metal container with mints and offered one to Chris before taking one for herself. Those were normally for after a date, but she had a feeling this might be a better time for one.

She also pulled out her spare shirt and offered it to Chris, who used it to wipe her eyes and the tears that had run down her face. And remembering that until this year the two had shared gym classes, she asked if she was one of the girls that had given her tingles.

And was a bit surprised when Chris nodded. “I mean, I tried not to stare. But when we showered together after gym, I liked looking at you most of all. I always thought of you as a friend, and you are one of the few that did not laugh at me at the start of the year.”

At that Carmen gave a soft laugh and nodded. At even though she was surprised that at the start of the school year Chris had “gone goth”, Carmen thought she looked cute. The shoulder long brown hair she wore before was now dyed black, and barely touched her shoulders. And the light colored makeup was replaced with much darker colors.

They talked for about a half hour, and Chris was finally relaxing. And finally Carmen asked her what all she had expected. “Well, I don’t know. I got excited when you sent me that WAV file, and found myself whispering it myself. I thought maybe, well, I could finally see what it was really like.”

Carmen sighed softly and shook her head before resting her hand on the back of Chris’ hand. “Chris, uh, we don’t do other girls. Honestly, I thought you were a guy. But now I see I was fooling myself, I should have realized who you were once you told me who your brother was.”