Читать книгу Promiscuous - R. Moreen Clarke - Страница 6

1990

Pajama parties have long been known as a popular event for young girls; it’s where secrets are shared, true friends bond, and those who don’t quite fit are revealed. The party at 234 Mulberry Court was no different. Five teenaged girls discussed their secret, and not-so-secret, loves. They discussed who’d done “it,” who wanted to do “it,” and what “it” might be like when it finally happened. In the midst of their giggling and teasing, the one who didn’t quite fit was exposed to the unflattering glare of parental microscopic inspection.

The party was hosted by Constance Jefferson. “CJ,” as she was called, lived in a well-maintained estate home in the right neighborhood. Her father was a successful and prominent surgeon. CJ was a pretty, shy, and petite sixteen-year old. She’d invited three of her friends from the cheerleading squad at the private high school they all attended: Petra Engles, sixteen, a snobbish child of privilege who was happy to let everyone know her father was the mayor, Debbie Cardena, a buxom, gregarious blonde, also sixteen, and Emily Park, polished, reserved, and mature beyond her seventeen years.

Debbie had called CJ earlier in the day to ask if she could bring along a friend. CJ had eagerly agreed without asking the identity of the additional guest—as far as she was concerned, the more the merrier. However, when she opened the door later that evening to find that Debbie had brought along her best friend, Andie Moore, CJ wasn’t certain how her other guests would feel. After the two girls entered the foyer, CJ hastily grabbed Debbie and pulled her down the hallway, whispering intently.

“Why didn’t you just tell me it was Andie? You know Petra doesn’t like her.”

“She’s really nice, CJ. It’s just that nobody takes the time to get to know her,” Debbie replied easily.

Andie, a tall, gangly teenager, with thick, curly brown hair and hazel eyes, took the opportunity to meander along the hallway and admired the décor of the tastefully appointed home, and pretended she didn’t hear the whispering about her being there. She didn’t care what they said—she was here and that was all that mattered to her. She could pretty much get dimwitted Debbie to do whatever she wanted. Convincing her to call CJ for the invitation had been easy, and she told Debbie not to tell CJ whom she was bringing along. She knew that if her name had been mentioned, she wouldn’t be there. Polite manners dictated they allow her to stay and she counted on them relying upon correct manners. Now all she had to do was convince them she belonged as a part of their sphere. Tonight she intended to win them all over.

In the 1950’s, Andie would have been referred to as being from the wrong side of the tracks. In more modern times, they politely referred to their poorer neighbors as not a good fit. Not a good fit for their social clubs, their organizations, their neighborhoods, and certainly not a good fit to be their children’s friends. Considering that Andie did not live in an upper-class neighborhood, and her parentage was certainly in question, it was difficult to uncover how she ended up at such a posh high school. The school was discreet enough not to disclose the details.

CJ quickly slipped back into her role of hostess and guided the young women to the family room, where the others were waiting. Conversation halted briefly as they entered the room and then a flurry of whispers could be heard. Determined her party was not going to be disrupted, Connie took charge.

“Hey, everybody, I’m not sure if you all know Andie. This is Andie Moore, one of our classmates, and she’s joining us tonight. Everybody say hi,” she said in an attempt to break the ice.

Resolute in her determination to win them over, Andie greeted Petra and Emily warmly before choosing the empty space next to Emily on the sofa. CJ began passing around snacks and the five girls easily slipped back into their conversation about school and boys. They watched a few movies before retiring to Connie’s oversized bedroom for the night. In the privacy of Connie’s bedroom the conversation turned toward sex.

Andie listened to their tales of petting and heavy kissing in silence. She was waiting for her opportunity to impress them with her knowledge and sexual experience.

Debbie admitted she’d let a boy put his hand inside her panties during a date. “He started rubbing me down there and getting all excited. His thing was so big, I could see it through his pants,” she explained.

“Well, how did it feel? Did it feel good to have his hand down there?” Petra asked.

Debbie giggled before replying earnestly, “No, it didn’t feel so good. I mean, his hands were rough and he was rubbing so hard it was uncomfortable, but he was moaning and groaning like it was so good.”

“Did you see his thing?” Petra probed.

“No, but you know he tried to pull it out and show it to me. I turned my head and told him to put that thing away, ’cause I knew what he was going to try next, and I wasn’t having none of that!” She stated it as though they all knew what “that” was.

“They ain’t all that scary once you get used to them,” Andie said quietly from her corner of the bed. All eyes turned to look at her.

“You’ve seen more than one?” Petra asked.

“I’ve seen a few,” she replied, and then continued, “Boys aren’t any smarter about sex than girls are. Boys experiment more and are more curious than girls, so that gives them the upper hand.”

“We can’t go around experimenting like boys do, we could get pregnant,” Connie said, repeating the mantra told to her by her parents over and over again.

“Yes, that’s true,” Emily heartily agreed.

Andie took a deep breath; she had important information to share. They would be so happy once she told them, they would be her friends forever. “You can make boys do things for you and give you stuff without letting them put their dicks inside you. And that’s the only way you can get pregnant,” she advised.

“Like what?” Debbie asked.

“First, like you said, you let him put his hand inside your panties and he really liked it, right?”

“Yeah, he did.”

“But you didn’t like it so much.”

“No, not really.”

“That’s ’cause he didn’t do it right—”

“Wait,” Petra interrupted. “Aren’t they supposed to be the experienced ones? So, shouldn’t they be doing it right, and how would we know?”

“Girls gotta stop being afraid of their bodies. Boys jerk off all the time. That’s how they know what makes them feel good, but girls never explore their bodies. If you knew more about your body—you could control any man and any situation.”

“I don’t think we should talk about this anymore,” Connie said nervously, and looked toward the bedroom door.

“No, Andie’s right. We’re always told to treasure our bodies and keep our legs closed off from boys, but nobody talks about that other stuff. I think we need to know. I don’t want the boy to control me. I want to be in charge,” Debbie protested.

“In order to be in charge, you have to know what to expect and how it is supposed to feel, and that way you will know if he’s doing it right,” Andie explained, and began to wiggle out of her panties.

Shocked, CJ and Emily gasped, “What are you doing?”

Petra giggled nervously and Debbie immediately slipped off her panties.

Emboldened by their rapt attention, good and bad, Andie lifted her nightshirt and exposed her pubic area. As though explaining a science project to a bunch of schoolchildren, she used her fingers to spread the lips of her vulva and expose the tiny pink bulb hidden beneath. “This is the clit, and if you rub it the right way, you can have an orgasm,” she instructed while lightly stroking the protruding bulb. Soon she was moaning softly and shaking violently as she climaxed over and over.

The girls sat with mouths agape as they watched Andie masturbating and enjoying it. Debbie, who was quickly getting flushed and excited in a voyeuristic way she never had before, eagerly followed suit, but she had difficulty finding her bulb. “Where is it, damn it? CJ, can you see it?” she asked as she spread her legs wide.

“I don’t want to look at you like that!” CJ exclaimed. “You guys better stop, or you’re gonna get us all in trouble.”

“Chill out, CJ. It looks like fun. I want to try,” Petra said, and wiggled out of her panties.

Emily had retreated to the farthest corner of the second bed and watched silently, appalled and intrigued at the same time.

“Help me, Andie. I can’t find my button,” Debbie cried in frustration.

Andie stopped her own self-pleasing and scrambled across the bed to assist in the lesson. Kneeling between Debbie’s knees, she guided Debbie’s hand to the exact location and showed her how to rub lightly.

Debbie started moaning and giggling alternately at the sensations she was creating in her own body. Thrilled by the prospect, Petra exclaimed, “Show me! Show me!” Andie happily obliged. Soon all three were spread-eagle on the queen-sized bed masturbating while CJ and Emily looked on.

“I think you should stop now,” CJ cautioned. She was feeling very uncomfortable and her body was tingling in very strange places.

Debbie, now overly excited and horny, was eager to try more things. “CJ, Emily, you should try this. You don’t know what you’re missing. What else can you show us, Andie?”

“Well,” Andie replied, “if you’re really in control, you can make him eat you, and that’s so cool. Usually, boys will want you to suck their dicks. But if you suck his, he has to suck yours too.”

“Suck what? We don’t have anything for boys to suck on—except our tits, and they’re always trying to do that anyway,” Petra protested.

“Sure, you do,” Andie replied confidently, and with a secret smile. “Make him suck your button.”

“What!” Petra exclaimed loud enough to cause CJ to get up nervously and check the door. The hallway was clear. This was getting out of control and she was afraid what Andie would have them try next.

“Oh, suck my button! I want to know what it feels like,” Debbie exclaimed. “Come on, Andie. You suck mine and I’ll suck yours.”

“Who’s gonna suck mine?” Petra wailed, still playing with her newfound toy, as she looked impishly at CJ and Emily.

Andie eased herself between Debbie’s legs and spread her vulva with fingers. She expertly swirled her tongue around the moist pink opening and then flicked the bulb with her tongue.

“Oh, my gosh!” exclaimed Debbie as she enjoyed the feel of Andie’s tongue. Andie burrowed deeper and she pulled the tiny sensitive bulb into her mouth and sucked. Debbie’s body bucked wildly and her shrill cry of pleasure pierced the stillness of the room.

All the girls froze in place as they waited for the inevitable footfalls of CJ’s parents. When no one came, they all breathed a sigh of relief and returned to their former activity.

“You have to keep your mouth shut, Debbie,” Andie cautioned, and leaned back on the bed. “Your turn,” she said, and lay back on the bed and spread her legs.

Debbie needed no further urging and she buried her face between Andie’s legs and sought out the pleasure button. Petra was getting antsy that she was missing out on this extra bit of fun and began to protest.

“What about me? What about me?”

Andie’s worldly experience would cause her to make one more bad judgment. “Come on, I’ll do you too.” While Debbie concentrated on her newfound talent of eating Andie’s pussy, Andie showed them how to conduct a proper threesome by having Petra straddle her face so she could suck her button at the same time.

These three young girls in the midst of a taboo, and very erotic, activity was the picture emblazoned on Arlene Jefferson’s face as she opened the bedroom door to check on the girls before retiring for the night. Her unearthly scream caused her husband, Carlton, to come running and the girls to scatter around the room.

CJ and Emily began to cry as CJ explained to her shocked mother that she’d tried to stop them, but they wouldn’t. Debbie and Petra immediately distanced themselves from Andie, and had the grace to look ashamed.

Andie, who was not ashamed or embarrassed by her body, lacked the humility to realize how bad this situation had just gotten. Her demeanor of nonchalance set her apart from everyone else in the room and identified her as the organizer of the sex fest.

It only took a moment for Arlene to assess the situation and lay blame. Through clenched lips she hissed, “Get that half-breed trailer trash out of my house this instant!”

Humiliation and anger overcame Andie as she realized she was the only one being unceremoniously escorted out of the house. When she was dropped off at her apartment across town twenty minutes later, Dr. Jefferson didn’t even wait to see if she got into the building safely as he sped away from the curb. Mrs. Jefferson’s withering look was etched in her mind—a look that said she was no better than common street filth. But it was Arlene’s parting shot that carried the most sting as Andie passed her on the way out the door to the awaiting car. “You’re nothing but a common whore,” she hissed, and paused for a moment before adding, “Just like your mother.” She then slammed the front door behind her.

CJ, who had followed Andie downstairs, and had been sniffling quietly in the corner, gasped at her mother’s cruelty. Arlene whirled around at the sound and her look sent CJ scampering off to her bedroom.

Meanwhile, in spite of the events of the evening, Andie was certain that she’d made some new friends, and it would all turn out okay once the shock wore off. She quickly learned her newfound friends were not her friends at all, for the girls distanced themselves from her. Even the once gullible Debbie no longer had time for her. While the girls never told what truly happened at the party, the whispers of half-breed and trailer trash followed Andie through her remaining year in high school.

It was a humiliation she would never forget or forgive.