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Chapter 5b - Becoming the Neighborhood Slut

Part 2-Fireworks (lots of setup, not as much sex)

It was the bicentennial 4th of July and the whole neighborhood was going to be doing food and fireworks to celebrate. I woke up late due to my late night hijnks the night before, and I looked outside to see people setting up tables and and getting various chairs and grills ready for the later festivities. My folks never really participated in these things, they were much more prone to stay at home. I focused on my black neighbor Larry as he carried a heavy table from his garage to the back yard. His strength was so apparent in the way he effortlessly lifted the large slab of wood as he got ready for his gathering. I went dowmstairs and heated up some poptarts. As I was eating them i was informed that Dad had left instructions for me to cut the grass as he left for work. I asked Mom if she thought it would be ok if I went to watch fireworks and eat burgers that afternoon and evening. I didn't specifically say I was going to be visiting the man next door, but I didn't exactly say I wasn't either. Mom said she thought it would be ok, and she would put in a good word with Dad if I got my chores taken care of.

I went upstairs and slipped on a threadbare pair of gym shorts and my crappiest pair of tennis shoes to go outside and get the yard taken care of. As I walked out to the garage I could see the majority of the men in the neighborhood outside, some chatting and drinking beer, others doing yardwork and still others cleaning grills or washing cars. I tugged the seam of my bright orange shorts snugly into the cleft of my p*****n booty, walked slowly and slinkily up the driveway and opened the garage door. Several eyes followed my movements as I bent over to grab the handle and lift the spring loaded door. I filled the mower with fuel and rolled it out to the side of the yard.

I pulled the cord of the obviously well used machine. It sputtered a couple of times and stopped. I pulled it again with the same result. I walked around to the front, once again bending over with my cute little ass pointing toward the street and checked to see if the plug wire was attached and went back to the handle and tried pulling the starter again. It kept trying to catch, but the motor just refused to start.

I started to get really upset because I knew that no matter what the excuse, if I didnt get my chores done there was pretty much no way I would be allowed to go watch the fireworks that night. I began pulling the starter cord as fast and as hard as I could, but the aging machine wouldnt budge. I plopped down in the grass next to the dead mower and tears began to well up in my eyes. One of the neighbor men, Mr Stephenson from across the street, that had been watching me strutting in my tiny shorts while scr****g the food remnants from his grill saw me, and came across the street holding a beer.

"Hey Chris, got mower trouble?"

"Yeah, my dad told me to get the yard cut and it wont start. He is gonna be mad when he gets home if its not done and I will probably get grounded" I sniffled

"Here. let me give it a try". Mr Stephenson sat his beer down and grabbed the starter cord. After a dozen pulls, he bent over and checked the throttle setting, made sure that the fuel line was attached and messed with the carburator. "Well, I think its probably the coil, but I'll have to take it apart to see if I can fix it. Tell ya what, you can use mine today and we can work on fixing yours this weekend, ok?" He chuckled a little at my predicament. "You'll be ok k**, you'll have it done so your Dad wont be mad. Are your folks doing anything for the 4th?"

"No, they never want to do any of that stuff, we just usually stay home"

"Well, if you want, I'm going to be cooking hamburgers and hotdogs tonight, you are more than welcome to come eat and then when it gets dark everybody on the street will be doing fireworks. Let me talk to your Mom and let her know its ok. Julie is having a couple of her friends over, I'm sure another k** would be cool with them" Julie was a year older than me in school. I never really hung out with her much, she was one of the girls that at the pool that the boys were always trying to impress. She was the stereotypical l****a, budding breasts and perky little ass, with long brown hair and full round brown eyes. Her 13yo lips perpetually shiny from the lip gloss that was all the rage with the girls at school, she was a real head turner and acted much older than her age would suggest. Little did I know.

Mr Stephenson knocked on the front door. My mother answered, still wearing just her satin robe that rode just above the knee, her nipples slightly visible through the clingy fabric. "Hey Cathy. Just wanted to let ya know that I'm letting Chris here use my mower. I told him I'd take a look at yours and see if I can get it running for y'all. I'm having some people over later for the 4th, doing burgers and stuff. Julie is going to have some friends over and I thought maybe Chris would like to come over and hang out. We are going to be playing some games and stuff in the yard and then fireworks after all that. If its ok with you of course."

The neighbor's eyes were transfixed on my mothers chest, and my mother was obviously aware of his gaze. She held the open top of the robe closed, but you could see her nipples stiffening through the shiny material, poking out in an obvious display of arousal. "I don't know why he couldn't, it would be good for him to have some friends around here his own age. He isn't the most popular k** in the neighborhood. Did you want to go Chris?"

In the back of my mind I knew this would give me a chance to slip over to my black neighbor's without my parents being suspicious, so I readily agreed.

"Ok then, I'll make up a couple extra patties. C'mon Chris, let's get the mower for ya." I walked across the street, my butt cheeks protruding from under the thin fabric of my orange shorts. Mr Stephenson grabbed the old mower and d**g it across the street, his eyes glued to my backside.

"Thanks Mr Stephenson, I would be in so much trouble if you didn't help me out. Are you sure Julie won't mind having me around?"

"What are neighbors for? I'm glad to help". The 40ish man's eyes drinking in my nearly naked form as he spoke. "And Julie will be fine with it. If she isn't you can hang out at the grownup table with me, ok?" he said with a seemingly knowing gleam in his eye. "Heres the mower, it should have gas. Just roll it back over when you are done ok?"

"Thanks again! It wont take me real long. I'll be back with it soon" and I pushed the shiny new green LawnBoy across the street and began cutting the front yard.

"You get a new mower k**do?" I heard Larry's voice from next door.

"No, its Mr Stephenson's. Mine wouldn't start so he let me use his"

"well that was nice of him, but you know you could ask me, right?"

"I know, I didn't ask him, he seen me trying to get mine to start and he came over to help."

"Well, seeing what you are wearing, I don't blame him. Any man would look for an excuse to "help" out"

"Don't be silly, he wasn't like that" I said, but in the back of my mind I knew my black neighbor was right about the other man's motivation. The leering looks he had given me were unmistakable. "He invited me over for supper and fireworks, so you wont have to ask my folks. I will be out tonight."

"Ok, just dont let them see you come over here, we would both be in a lot of trouble for it."

"I won't, I'm pretty good at sneaking"

"Yeah, you proved that last night" he winked

"I better get this finished, I gotta get ready for tonight. Cya then" and I went back to cutting the yard. I noticed that several of the men were still watching me with great interest as I pushed the mower in a circular pattern around the yard.

It took about an hour to finish up and when I was done, I pulled Mr Stephenson's mower behind me and stopped about halfway up his driveway, where he was standing next to the grill, a fresh beer in his hand. My tanned skin was glistening wet from sweat in the afternoon sun. "You got it done Chris? Looks like you are a little warm there"

"Yeah, its a little hot out here, but I'll cool off when I take a shower in a minute."

"A nice cold beer always cools me off" he winked. "Want a sip of mine?"

"I'm not old enough for beer, you know that" I said coyly.

ough for a little suds, I think" and offered the frosty brown bottle to me. "Just finsh that one, its only got a little bit left in it"

I raised the bottle to my lips and sipped the ice cold liquid, the older man's eyes watching as I wrapped my lips around the neck of the bottle like a slender penis. "MMM, thats pretty good" I said, as i finished off the remaining beverage.

"Tell ya what, if you promise to be quiet, I'll let ya have a couple full ones tonight, ok?"

"Wow, that would be great, thanks!"

"It will be our little secret" and he winked at me again. "I think that everybody will be here about 4 or so, you can come on over anytime after that. I'll tell Julie and Diane (his wife) that we have a special guest coming" he grinned. "its about 2 now, so I'll see you in a couple hours?"

"I'll be here, cya then!" And I turned around, sashaying my scantily clad u******e booty as I walked across the street, garnering the inappropriate attention of several sets of adult eyes. I closed the garage door and walked up the stairs to the front door and went inside.
My mother was dressed in a tshirt and jeans when she stopped me before I could go up the stairs. "Chris, I know you didn't do it on purpose, but next time you bring a man to the house, please make sure I'm dressed ok? Your dad would be furious if he knew anybody saw me like that" I got the idea from Mom's tone that she was more worried about what Dad would think than being embarrassed about the attractive man seeing her wearing almost nothing.

"Ok Mom, I'll try to do better. I didn't know he was gonna come over like that."

"its ok, I just shouldn't let men see me like that"

"It wont happen again", but somehow I had the sense that Mom didn't mind the attention.

I went up to my room and got my best pair of shorts, a pair that was newer and less torn up than most of the ones I owned, and found a t-shirt with the logo from the movie Jaws on it. I grabbed a clean pair of tube socks and headed to the bathroom for a shower. I turned the water on as hot as I could stand it, stripped off the dirty sweaty gym shorts and stepped into the steaming stream. letting the hot water rinse the dust and sweat from my deeply tanned baby smooth skin. I picked up my mom's bar of moisturizing soap and worked up a thick lather from my neck to my toes, luxuriating in the feeling of the oils penetrating into my skin, making it even silkier to the touch, inhaling the feminine fragrance with the hot water cascading over my skinny body. I made sure to clean every nook and cranny, and when I rinsed the soap off, I used Mom's apple scented shampoo on my shoulder length sun bleached hair. I rinsed the suds from my hair and stood in the water pouring from the shower head until it started to cool off, stepped out and dried myself, slipped the tshirt and shorts on, pulled the tube socks up to my knees and used mom's blow dryer and brush to fluff my straight hair, parted in the middle and brushed back to each side, framing my cute face in an almost girlish way.

It was about 3, so I had an hour to kill before going to the party, and I decided to see if I could sneak in a little bit of pot before I went. I got a joint from the baggie and opened the window. The black man next door was nowhere to be seen, so I lit the joint and inhaled deeply, feeling the smoke filling my lungs. I tried not to cough as I exhaled, and drew in another big lungful of smoke. holding my breath for as long as I could before releasing it out of the window. I smoked about half of the joint, and I could feel the buzz from the pot beginning to kick in. I knocked the cherry from the lit end and stuck the large roach back into the baggie for next time.

I hung out listening to music for a while, feeling the mellow buzz and grooving to the beat. When it was a few minutes after 4, I went to the bathroom to check my hair in the mirror. I gave it a quick extra brushout and after tying my newest pair of tennsi shoes skipped down the stairs. I'm going across the street Mom", I yelled as I opened the front door.

"Ok sweety. Have fun. You know to come home right after the fireworks right?"

"I know, I'll be home as soon as they are done"

I closed the door behind me and headed won the stairs and across the street. About a dozen people, half grown up and half k**s were in the Steohenson's front yard, mostly milling about while Mr Stephenson was lighting a fire in the grill. I half jogged half skipped across the street and Mr Stephenson saw me and waved.

"Hey there Chris! How do you like your hamburgers? medium or burnt?"

"well, I dont like it burnt so medium will be good"

"There's sodas in the big cooler over by the garage, help yourself, The other k**s are in the backyard, I think they are playing croquet. I told Julie to be expecting you, so if you want, you can go back there and when the food is ready I'll let y'all know"

"Ok, but don't be surprised if I come hang out with you" I said with a wink as I headed up the driveway to grab a cold can of pop. I could feel the middle aged man's eyes tracking me as i went. I swung my hips a little extra just to give him a show, bent over at the waist and displayed my booty in all its glory as I fished out a Dr Pepper. It had almost become second nature for me to pose as lewdly as possible in the presnce of men and older boys, and the attention I received encouraged me to do it more and more. He tried to discreetly adjust his crotch, so I knew my charms were having their intended effect. I was only vaguely aware of other sets of eyes drinking in my obvious sexual availablity that was far beyond my tender age.

There were a half dozen k**s in the backyard, most a year or 2 older than me, but a couple of older teemagers mixed in. They were batting the colored croquet balls around the yard, not really playing an organized game, but making it up as they went. The 13yo Julie looked up and saw me watching and waved me to come over to where she was standing. She was wearing a stretchy tube top that highlighted her develping tits, her puffy nipples easily visible protruding through the snug fabric. On the bottom she was also wearing cutoffs, but hers were cut a few inches longer than the ones I had on. "Hey y'all, this is Chris. He lives across the street. Dad says we are supposed to be nice to him"

I waved at the other k**s that were all now looking in my direction. I recognized most of them from school, but the 2 older k**s were new. Julie went around the yard and named all the others off one by one, and they waved as their names were called and said hi to me in turn. The k**s went back to the game they were playing, and I stood next to Julie as she watched too.

"I know a secret" Julie said. "I'll talk to you about it later." as we walked over to one of the colored balls.

"What secret?"

"Shhh, I said we will talk about it later"

I picked up a mallet that was laying in the grass and went over to where the rest of the k**s were playing. One of the boys, a k*d named Jimmy gave me a quick rundown of the rules, and I jumped into the middle of the game. I wasnt very good, but nobody else was really good at it either, so we laughed and teased each other with every miss. I started to feel a little more comfortable with them, and for one of the few times in my life I almost felt like I fit in.

The fun and games continued in the yard. and a few adults started hanging around by the patio waiting for the food from the grill to be brought around. I noticed several of the men ogling the girls and a couple of them were watching me while we innocently, or not so innocently showed off our nubile bodies in very little clothing. I could see some of the wives and mothers giving disapproving glances to the men enjoying the view.

The food finally was done, and Mr Stephenson and a couple of the other neighbor men carried large tin containers filled with hot dogs and hamburger patties. "The one on the left is well done, the one on the right is medium" Mr Stephenson declared after the pans were palkced on the red white and blue covered table. Several packages of buns were next to the pans, and after that was several bags of chips and a array of comdiments. One of the women went to her car with one of the men and got large tubs of potato salad and baked beans and carried them over and placed them next to the condiments. A line began to form at the far end of the table where the paper plates were stacked up, a pile of plastic spoons and napkins next to them. The adults all went first, building their sandwiches and filling their plates with the side dishes and chips. I got in line with the rst of the k**s, the pot had given me a really good case of the munchies and I crammed as much food on the flimsy plate as I could.

We all sat together eating and cracking jokes with each other and I got to know several of the k**s sitting near me pretty well as we enjoyed the feast. I got up when I finished what was on my plate and went back for another helping.

"So, the burger good?" the middle aged man asked while he watched me squirting mustard on the bun.

"Yeah, real good! I don't get stuff like this much. Dad doesn't like to mess with it."

"Well, anytime you see me out here cooking, you are free to come eat with us"

"Wow, thanks! I'm sure it will be ok with my parents"

He smiled as he looked over my tanned figure in the tight clothing I had on. I dropped a big dollop of potato salad on my plate and strutted back to the table with the rest of the k**s. We all finished eating, and when everyone was done, there was cake and ice cream which we all tore into like we hadn't been fed in weeks. After we stuffed out faces with the dessert, we all sat around and talked while we let the massive amount of food we had consumed digest. I looked across the street and could see my neighbor Larry and his gathering behind the open gate to his yard. I waved at him and he waved back. I began making a plan to slip over to see him before the fireworks started.

We hung out for a while, and a couple of the k**s started messing around with the croquet mallets, a few others went over by the serving tables. There was still about an hour before it got dark enough for the fireworks to start, and I looked acroos the street and got Larry's attention. I pointed toward his yard, and he motioned at me to come over. I stood up and told Julie I needed to run home for a second so as not to arouse suspicion if I was discovered missing and I quickly strolled across the street to my front yard, looking back across the street to make sure I wasn't being watched, I turned and made a dash for the neighbors gate. Larry was alone in the backyard.

"Where are all the folks that were here? I asked.

"They all hopped in the van to go get ice cream, they will be back pretty quick."

I turned and closed the gate, after again checking to see if I had been noticed. I reached up and hooked my arms around the large black man's neck and hopped up, wrapping my skinny legs around his waist. "Let me see it" I whispered in his ear

"We dont have time, they wil ba back in a few minutes"

"Please? I want to SOOOO bad" I half whined with a pleading look in my eyes. I unwrapped my legs and let myself slide down his over 6 foot frame until I was kneeling directly in front of him, his growing bulge just above my eye level. My hands reached for his belt, but the older stronger man grabbed them and pulled them away.

"We cant, you cant be here, when they all get back if they see you i will be in more trouble than you can dream of"

He was holding my arms apart, so I leaned forward and rubbed my cheek against his hardening cock. "You want to, don't you? I can tell. Its getting so hard" and I turned enough to kiss the large shaft trough the fabric of his shorts.

"stop, please, I cant let you....." as I freed one of my hands and quickly unbuckled his belt. His reslvle weakening, my other arm was freed and I unbuttoned his his shorts and pulled the kipper down, reaching inside to stroke his dark black uncut shaft. I pulled his shorts down, letting then fall to his feet and thatg massive black cock sprang up, sticking staright out just above my open mouth.

I ran my wet tongue up his dick, starting at his dangling ballsack all the way to the tip, where a sweet, salty bead of precum had already formed. Rapidly licking his most senesative spot, he placed his hands on both sides of my head and began feeding his enourmous cock into my willing mouth.

"Mmmmmmmmmm. gagagagagagg" noises were coming from my throat as inch after inch of black salty goodness was forced down my gullet, causing my to gag. Knowing i would make a mess on myself, I pulled his cock from my throat and pulled my tshirt over my head so I would not get it soaked like I knew always happened when I sucked a man's cock. I qickly replaced my mouth over his head and began bobbing nack and forth, as both hands jacked his tremendous shaft.

His hips began moving back and forth in time with my head, cramming more of his delicious chocolate manhood into my u******e face. Out pace increased and increased and it was just a couple of minutes when I felt him swell even larger and the first huge spurt of cun slammed into the back of my throat. He held my head in place as shot after shot flowed out of him, squirting straight down my throat like a forehose and I swallowed furiously trying to keep up.

"Goddamn baby boi, you shouldn't do that to me, thats just so good. You are a born cock sucker" I was licking the remains of his load from the tip of his softening phallus.

"I like it SOOOO much!!!" I exclaimed, wiping my mouth with my arm. "that tastes so good, and I like when you shove it in like you did. I want to do that ALL the time!"

"I cant believe how good you are, but Chris, you better get your shirt on and get out of here. My family and all will be back any minute."
I kissed the end of his dick, and it jumped slightly from the touch. I stood up and retrieved my tshirt and pulled it over my head and shimmied the tight fabric down my skinny p*****n body. Larry reached down and pulled his shorts and drawers up, tucking his still half erct cock into them as best he could.

I turned around and bent over, showing the older man my tight little booty.

"I want you to put it here too" I demurely sdaid, and blew my sexy black neighbor a giant kiss. "Can I sneak over later?"

"No baby boi, I have people staying tonight so I won't be alone. Damn that little ass looks so good, they will be gone tomorrow night."
"Ok", I dejectedly said, my lust was at a uncontrollable level after servicing the gigantic dick belonging to the man in front of me. "I need it bad"

"I know, and you will get it, I promise. Now get out of here before we get caught"

I cracked the gate open and looked to see if anyone was looking in that direction. I didnt see anyone, so I made a quick dash out of the neighbors yard over to mine, and headed back across the street, the taste of Larry's cock and cum still fresh on my tongue.

"Where you been?" Mr Stephenson asked as he saw me returning to the backyard of his house.

"My tummy hurt, so I ran home for a second" I lied.

"Well, I'm glad you came back. We are going to start fireworks in a few minutes. Come over here with me, I promised you something earlier."

He led me to the opposite side of the house, where nobody else was and we couldn't be easily seen by the crowd in the backyard. The middle aged white man reached into his back pocket and pulled out a cold bottle of Hamm's beer. "Here ya go, I told you you could have a whole one" and he used his key ring to pop the cap off the skinny neck of the bottle, handing the frosty bottle to me. I wrapped my lips around the neck, just as I had the black man across the street, and tilted the bottle up, taking a long drink of the smooth cold liquid. "Slow down, dont drink it so fast, I dont want you to get sick"

I swallowed hard, and looked over at the man and took another long swig from the bottle. "I like that, its so cold and so yummy", taking yet another pull off the beer in my hand.

"Well, if you are good, maybe I'll slip you another one later" he winked.

"I'll try" and i tipped the bottle back up, drinking down the last bit in the bottom. He took the bottle from my hand, and told me to go back around and hang out with the other young people. "I'll come get you k**s when its tme for the fireworks. Have fun!" I walked around the house to where the rest were, wiggling my curvy backside for the older man's gaze.

Julie came walking up to me as I reached the group.

"So where did you go?" I repeated the fib about going to my house because my tummy hurt. "Well, I still have a secet" she said and she grabbed my hand momentarily, pulling me toward the rest of the group. We hung out, a couple of them were playing with a frisbee, the rest just sitting around telling jokes and making fun of each other. I joined in, but as I was still not really a member of the clique, wasnt really included in the conversation fully. I still enjoyed being included, even if not as a full member.

We hung around drinking sodas for a while longer until Mr Stephenson walked over and said it was time for the fireworks. We all stood up and walked over to where we had been eating, grabbed the chairs and carried them around to the front yard. Several of the houses up and down the street had men and older boys in the street in front, setting up firing tubes and other things to use for the fireworks display. Mr Stephenson walked behind me, and when I sat my chair down at one end of the line where the rest of the k**s were placing theirs, he placed his chair next to mine, between me and where the rest of the adults were, but close enough to them that it didn't look unusual. We all sat down, and Mr Stephenson tapped me on the shoulder and held up another bottle of Hamm's. Placing a finger to his lips, indicating for me to be quiet about it, he sat down next to me. It was just a couple minutes before the first rocket was lit and everybodys gaze was transfixed upwards, watching the coloful display as each rocket exploded. The older man tapped me again and discreetly slipped the bottle into my hand. Again indicating for me to keep it hidden, I took a quick sip and handed the bottle back. Every few minutes, I felt that tap, and got another sip of frosty cold beer.

The fireworks lasted for about an hour and a half, with the larger blasts drawing a chorus of oohs and aahs from the spectators. I was beginning to feel a little dizzy from the alcohol, at 90 pounds it wasn't going to take very much for it to start to have an effect and Mr Stephenson sensed that I had probably had enough. He went to the cooler and got a Dr Pepper and brought it over to me.

"You like that?" he winked.

"Uh-huh, but I feel kinda funny" I replied.

"That's what beer does, you'll get used to it"

I thanked him for the soda and tried to stand up. My legs felt kinda flimsy under me, and I tumbled slighty, falling into the larger man. He caught me before I hit the ground, one of his large hands wrapping around my arm, the other one catching me under my partially exposed ass, giving it a tight squeeze as he felt the smooth soft skin that was incovered by the fabric of my too short cutoffs.
"Are you ok?" he asked, his hand still caressing my p*****n butt cheek.

"Yeah, I just kinda lost my balance"

He took his hand away and looked around quickly to make sure nobody else had seen. "Now remember, you cant tell anybody I gave you any beer right?"

"I can keep a secret" I woozily said, the effects of the alcohol making standing and talking a little more difficult than usual.I slowly made my way over to where Julie and the others were standing, and told her that I needed to be getting home.

"Mom told me to come home right after the fireworks, so I better get going. Thanks for hanging out with me, I had fun." my words slightly slurred from the beer

"Well, I didn't get to tell you my secret yet."

"I'm sorry, but I'll get grounded if I dont go home"

"Ok, tell you what, I'm not ging to the pool tomorrow, so if you want, you can come over."

My eyes lit up big, I was in such need of a friend around my own age, even if it was a girl instead of a boy. "Wow, ok, I will" I said, trying not to sound overly excited.

"Cya then, and BTW, I'm jealous"

"Of what?" I asked

Julie walked off "Cya tomorrow"

Puzzled, I turned around and walked across the street, I stumbled slighlty on the stairs leading to the door, but I was able to steady myself grabbing the railing.

"Mom I'm home" I yelled.

"Did you have fun?" I heard my father's voice.

"Yeah, it was great. The fireworks were so cool"

"Ok Chris, its pretty late, you better get ready for bed"

Holding the handrails, I made my way up to my room, stripped off my clothes and fell into bed "Jealous?" was my last thought as I drifted off to sleep.