Chapter 7

"Let me in, you bastards, let me in!" Mavis Jones yelled as she pounded on the front door.

Paula sat up, the self-satisfied grin on her face faded away. "Who the hell is that?" she asked, it came out a mumble for her mouth was full of Richie's cum.

The yelling and pounding on the door continued, but Paula ignored it to lean toward Margie, who opened her mouth to receive the pearly white string of jism hanging from the older girl's tongue.

Donny shook his head trying to figure out who else he might have invited to the little orgy and went to the front door and opened it, naked, only to stumble backwards as Mrs. Jones stormed into the house.

Eyes wide and nostrils flaring Mavis took in the scene before her. Margie appeared to be kissing another woman and was that ... it couldn't be, she told herself, then looked for Ellie. She saw her daughter lying nude on the couch. A man's cock lay against her cheek. It was not erect, and for a split second Mavis took it as a sign that she had arrived in time. Then reality sank in and she knew that Ellie had already done the deed with the man on the couch with her.

Donny turned around and took a step in Mavis' direction, but thought better of it. 'This is an outraged mother, ' he told himself. 'Her kid's underage and she told me to leave her alone. She can send me to prison.'

"Ellie!" Mavis said loudly, but with calmness she didn't expect to have under the circumstances.

"Mom!" Ellie screeched and attempted to cover her nudity.

"Get dressed! Margie, get dressed. We're leaving. We're leaving right now!"

Ellie scrambled to locate her clothing. Donny found an item or two, and tossed them to the young teen.

Margie sat on the floor, seemingly confused and not attempting to cover her body.

"C'mon, Margie, get dressed," Mavis said again.

Ellie was almost decent, but Margie reached for Richie's cock. He slapped her hand away, for he was fully aware of the law as it pertained to minors, and he wanted no part of the underage teen.

"Better get dressed, doll," he said, and began to pull on a pair of jeans only to recoil when he realized they belonged to Manny.

Mavis faced Donny, and said, "I told you to leave my daughter alone. I have every right to have you all arrested.

Donny paled, and knees shaking awaited the rest of her verbal barrage.

"I don't want my daughter's reputation ruined, so I won't be going to the police. But if you ... if any of you get within 50 feet of her again, I'll have you locked up. I have connections in this town. Don't make me use them against you."

"Don't worry, Mrs. Jones," Donny said, finally finding his voice, "I won't ... we won't. Right, guys?"

"Um, right," Manny whispered, still stunned at the entrance of Ellie's mother. Richie didn't see to care one way or the other, his philosophy being, "In for a penny, in for a pound."

Margie took Richie's cock back into her mouth and Paula, surprised by the girl's response to parental authority, laughed and gave Margie a swat on her rear end.

Mavis, her hair a mess, took Ellie by the arm and gave Margie a last look, a look of distain, and herded her daughter out the front door and into her car.

Ellie, on returning home, was sent to her room and, the following day, grounded for a month. Her mother would drive her to school and pick her up. If this were not possible, other arrangements would be made. Ellie accepted this at first, but when her mother failed to mention Margie's actions to her mother, she began to brood, thinking the punishment unfair.

She broached the subject to her mother and was told that Margie's parents were responsible for her actions, not her.

"So she goes unpunished and I'm grounded?"

"That's right, Ellie. You're grounded. Want to try for two months?"

Ellie spun on her heel and skulked off to her room.

Mavis sighed and resumed her household chores.

Of course Ellie and Margie conversed; emailing one another when phone conversation was not considered safe. So Ellie knew how the orgy had resumed, and that Margie had had all three men in her body at one time. Than she and Paula had done the nasty with each other, while Manny jerked off over them, finally coming in her hair.

But what drove Ellie to distraction was the fact that they were going to get together again that weekend. Margie's parents were leaving town and she had lied and said she was having a weekend sleepover with a girl from school.

"Didn't they ask you about me?" Ellie protested, feeling left out of the most important time of her life.

"Of course they did. I told them you were grounded for fucking up the kitchen. They bought it, the sillies."

"So, like you're gonna do it with all of them again?"

"Sure, why not? I like them, and they sure can fuck."

Ellie hung up a few minutes later and had a good cry. She didn't sleep that night, but began to formulate a plan.

The first plan didn't work. She had thought to ingratiate herself with her mother by helping out around the house. While Mavis welcomed Ellie's volunteering to help, she was well aware that her daughter was up to something. She had a reasonably good idea what it was, and so when Ellie broached the subject she was met with a prompt, sarcastic refusal.

Ellie tried several other means of preempting the month long grounding, but Mavis stood firm.

The weekend came and went. And when Margie regaled her with her adventures of the weekend, Ellie resolved to run away.

Ellie knew enough to bide her time, and waited until her mother left the house to go the drugstore to pick up some Tampax for Ellie.

The young teen, went into high gear and threw what she considered to be her essentials into a small suitcase and dumped her cosmetics and some frilly undies into a cloth shopping bag, and left the house, fighting the compulsion to run.

She got lucky and caught a ride with an older couple who took her to the outskirts of Rocky Mount, a city about 100 miles from home. Enroute they told her that she reminded them of their own daughter who had died of a drug overdose in the '80s.

Ellie assured them that she had never done drugs and that she never would. They accepted her at her word and wished her well. The woman pressed a twenty dollar bill into her hand as they said their goodbyes.

Ellie counted her money and realized that she only had fifty-eight dollars to her name. 'I need to get a job, ' she thought, and was puzzling over what type work she could do when a black Audi pulled off the road and, as the window was lowered, a hand beckoned her to approach the Audi.

Not totally naive, Ellie moved to the car, but was ready to run at the slightest sign of danger.

"Need a lift?" A handsome black male, perhaps in his mid-twenties asked.

"Maybe," Ellie answered.

"Hey, yes or no!"

"Yes," she blurted, throwing caution to the wind.

"Get in," he said. "Toss your baggage in the back."

She did, and then hopped in the front seat, admiring the leather seats and the black man at the wheel.

"My name's Jarad," he said, and smiled.

Ellie felt herself begin to melt. 'This guy is handsome with a capital H, ' she thought. 'Wait until I tell Margie.' And then it occurred to her that she might not be conversing with her friend Margie for quite a while.

Jarad took the Audi through its paces, hoping to impress the young girl beside him. It worked. They were past the city and out on the open road before Ellie realized that her destination, at least her initial destination was miles behind.

She giggled, as Jarad made easy conversation, actually telling her nothing about himself while extracting all sorts of information from the guileless teen.

Finally, Jarad said, "So, Ellie, are you hungry?"

"Famished," she laughed, and the thought of sucking his cock flashed across her mind.

"Well I've got a picnic basket in the trunk. There's a great spot about a mile ahead. Care to join me?"

"Of course, I'll join you," she replied and giggled again.

"What?" he said, glancing at her; letting his eyes run over her body.

"Like, did I have a choice?" Ellie chirped happily. "It's your car. You stop and start whenever you want, right?"

"I'm in charge, right," he said. "But all the same, it is a great spot for a picnic. There's a waterfall," he added, and noted her excited expression.

"Really?"

"Really," he said and took a turnoff a few seconds later.

He hadn't lied to her. Ellie couldn't believe how beautiful the view was. The waterfall, while not anywhere near the size of Niagara Falls, was a joy to behold, and the lake it poured into was certainly inviting enough.

Jarad opened the trunk and produced a picnic basket with ham and cheese sandwiches, some peanuts and a bottle of wine. He carried them to a grassy slope a few yards from the shoreline of the lake. There was no sign of anyone else.

"We've got the place to ourselves," he said, a wide smile on his face.

"That's the best way, isn't it?"

"I guess," he replied not wanting to alarm her.

Chidingly, Ellie said, "Bet you forgot the bottle opener."

"Hah!" he said, and reaching under a napkin, he took out a corkscrew and began opening the chilled bottle of white wine.

"Are you old enough to drink alcohol?" he asked, teasing her in turn.

"Sure," she said brightly, and he knew immediately that she was underage.

They ate and drank, making almost idle conversation, then Jarad sighed, and said; "Let's see how cold the water is."

He removed his shirt, kicked off his shoes, loosened his belt, and let his shorts fall to the ground. He wore a pair of skivvies.

"You're not shy, are you?" Ellie said, pausing before removing any of her clothing.

"Nope," he replied. "Are you?"

"We'll see. Tell me, how cold is the water?"

Jarad waded into the water and stopped short of diving in.

"Not too bad," he told her. "Are you coming, or are you chicken?"

"Am I chicken?" Ellie laughed. "That's so passé."

"Well, are you passé then?" He smiled as he spoke, and she felt herself heating up, wanting him.

Ellie began to unbutton her blouse. 'He probably has a huge dick, ' she thought. 'And chocolate, I love chocolate. Well, we'll soon see, won't we?'

Jarad licked his lips as Ellie's breasts came into view.