Promiscuous. R. Moreen Clarke
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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.
2
2005
The café was nearly empty at ten o’clock on