Family Girl - Part 9 free porn video

Family Girl Copyright (c) 2011 by Cody Although many elements of this story are fiction, much of it is based on my real-life experiences coming of age in the mid- to late-70's. Disclaimer: this story contains subjects that are not suitable for all audiences, such as underage sex, homosexuality, references to incest, and drug use. If such things are illegal in your area, stop reading now. If such things offend you, I can't help but to wonder: what were you were thinking when you accessed this story? :-) Author's warning: As mentioned, this story contains occasional depictions of underage and homosexual sex and inferences to incest. In no way do I condone the actions of some of this story's characters happening in real life. And while some of this story is fantasy, some of it really happened. This is a story I feel compelled to tell, regardless of how painful it is to tell it, or to read it. All I ask of the reader is a little patience, and to please keep reading. *** *** *** Part 9 Mandy's hand slapped the alarm off before she rolled over and spooned up behind me. She idly fingered one my nipples while kissing the side of my neck where the remnants of Bob's hickey still lingered. I laid my hand over hers and enjoyed being awaken like that. I pulled her hand up to my lips and kissed her fingertips. I turned on my back, wincing only a little from the tattoo, and looked up into my goddess's eyes. She got up on an elbow and leaned down to kiss me on the lips. I just wanted to lay there and keep feeling the wonderful feelings of love and fulfillment, but I knew I had to get home before my family woke up, and Mandy still had school later. I said as much to her. "You could just stay here, babe," she said. "Mom won't mind. Practice with the toys some more, and with your make-up." She smiled and kissed me again. "Oh, Mandy, I wish I could. But I'm probably already in more trouble." I pulled her face back to mine and kissed her and tickled her lips with my tongue. Our lips meshed and our tongues danced as we kissed. My nipples tingled as I felt our passions rising. I forced myself to break our kiss before we ended up making love again. "I better get going," I said. We got up from the bed, and I quickly dressed and gave my hair a brush through. I looked in the mirror and saw my eyes were a little puffy and bloodshot. I doubted we'd slept more than three hours before the alarm went off. Luckily, I hadn't worn any make-up that needed cleaning, though I did go to the bathroom and washed and moisturized my face, and quickly brushed my teeth with a new brush Mandy pulled from a drawer by the sink. I'd take a shower at home later. "You really are just the cutest little doll," Mandy said, still naked and watching me from the doorway. I smiled at her reflection in the bathroom mirror, turned around, ran up to her, and gave her a hug. I slid my hands up and down her back, making sure not to rub on her tattoo, and I squeezed her bottom cheeks. "And you are the sexiest girl in the world!" I pulled back and looked into her eyes with all the love and devotion I felt for her. She smiled and kissed me softly. "You better go, Joanne. Keep saying things like that and I'll go get Mr. Special and fuck your silly brains out again!" she said. I knew she was thinking of the double-ended dildo. I felt a flutter in my tummy and my nipples tingled and hardened at the thought. I giggled and kissed her. "Later, sexy," I said. I practiced my sexy walk back to the top of the stairs, Mandy following me, slapping my bottom each time my hips swayed from side to side. "God, you're gonna drive 'em crazy at the party Saturday, you little tramp!" I turned my head and looked over my shoulder at her, and blew her a kiss. "I hope so" I said. I stepped quickly down the stairs and looked back up at Mandy. She was still standing at the top of the stairs, hand on her hips, feet shoulder-width apart, hips jutting forward. She looked down at me, smiling, eyes twinkling. I felt a nearly overwhelming need to run back up, drop to my knees and kiss and lick her pussy. I just barely managed to resist. "See you after school, Mandy," I said with a sigh. "Count on it, babe," she said huskily. *** *** *** It was still dark outside as I walked as quickly as I could back home. I was a little scared, but we lived in a good neighborhood and I made sure to walk in the light of the streetlights as much as I could. But I was really getting cold by the time I got home. I turned the key in the lock at the front door of my house and opened the door as quietly as I could. I took off my sandals and tip-toed to my room, opened the door, slipped in, and shut and locked it behind me. In the light of the night-light, I saw Rita asleep on her bed. I was just starting to relax, and feel like I'd gotten back safe, when I heard the door to Mommy and Daddy's room open and close, and then heavy footsteps coming down the hall. I almost collapsed on the floor in relief when they only came as far as the entryway to the living room and then faded. My hands shook as I undressed and changed into one my darkest-colored nighties, swallowed one of my last pain pills dry, and crawled into bed. I tried to go back to sleep but all I could think about was how different I felt, just since the day before, let alone the week before. The week before that very morning was my first day of school as a girl, still as innocent and virginal as my sister. And only a week later I was a fully-fledged, out-and-out bisexual slut who constantly thought about sex, and being sexy, a slut who loved sucking cock, eating pussy, and getting fucked. It was all so confusing, and yet so exciting. I liked my life. The only conclusion I could come to was that I'd always been a slut at heart, and that Mandy, and Bob and the other boys, had just helped me to finally see the truth about myself. Suddenly, I felt really horny. I always felt horny lately but after remembering being with Mandy, Bob, Jamie, Randy and Tim, I really needed a cummy. I got out of bed and looked through my undies drawer for my dildo 'Tom' but it wasn't there. I quickly and quietly looked in my other drawers, in my purse, and in the closet. I couldn't find 'Tom' anywhere! That's when I got a tight feeling in my chest and my tummy started doing flip-flops. I tip-toed over to Rita's bed. She was facing away from me, but when I leaned over I almost cried out in shock. Her mouth was wrapped around 'Tom', her little hands were holding it about half-way in. Even asleep she looked like she was still sucking on it. I reached over her and, as gently as I could, I slipped it out of her mouth. She moaned and opened and closed her mouth a couple times before she put her thumb in and sighed. I was thankful she hadn't woken up, because I had no idea what to say to her when she did. I dried the dildo with the folds of my nightie and put it in my purse. I went back to my bed and laid on my side facing her. I cursed myself for imagining Rita playing with 'Tom' and just felt sick. I started crying softly into my pillow. I thought I was quieter than I was but I heard Rita's voice from her bed. "What's wrong, Joanne?" she asked softly. I didn't answer, and just kept crying. I heard her covers rustle and her move around on her bed. "Oh," was all she said. She got up and came over to kneel at my bedside. "I'm sorry I played with your toy, Joanne." She stroked my hair away from my face. "But it looked fun, so I wanted to play with it myself a little. I liked it!" She sounded so innocent, still like the little girl she was. She'd always liked putting things in her mouth; she used to suck her thumb a lot, until we came to be with Daddy and he made her stop. But a dildo was just too much. She didn't really understand what that 'toy' was all about, and didn't want her to find out, at least not until she was older. But I felt so bad I couldn't think straight. "You promised!" I choked out through my tears. "You said you wouldn't try to be like me!" I turned my face into the pillow and cried some more. I felt so bad, so guilty. I calmed down a little and looked back at her. "I won't, Joanne!" She wiped tears from my cheek. "I don't even like boys that much. They're dirty and smelly, and never want to be nice to girls." I sat up in bed and looked at her. I felt so relieved to hear her say that. I held my arms out to her. She got up and we hugged. I just held onto her for a minute, and promised myself I would protect her innocence for as long as I could, if I could. "I'm glad, Rita," I told her after we broke our hug. "One slut in this family is enough." She giggled but I could only smile at my joke. She sat in front of me on the bed and I held her hands in mine. "So, what happened after I called last night?" I asked her. "Nothing much," she replied. "Mommy got up a couple times to go to the bathroom and then have another drink. Daddy just stayed asleep in his chair. Darryl and I watched TV for a while, Mommy would watch with us while she stayed awake. After a while Mommy got up and told us to go to bed. She woke up Daddy a little and took him to their room." "Does Mom or Daddy know I didn't come home last night?" Rita shook her head. "Mommy knows you were gone before lunch, but by dinner-time she was all funny like she's been since Friday, and didn't ask us about you. She was pretty sleepy like that even before you called." I breathed a sigh of relief. I was already in trouble because of school, and Mommy finding out what a slut I was. I didn't need any more worries. "Good. Please don't tell anyone?" I begged her. "Okay," she answered. "But Darryl already knows." She looked at me sheepishly. "He came looking for you last night. I said you weren't here. I'm sorry." I squeezed her hand. "It's okay, Rita. You didn't know. I wanted to ask Mom, but, well, you know." "Mommy's getting drunk all the time, isn't she?" Rita asked. I looked down at our hands wrapped together. The guilt was popping up again. I remembered Mandy and Rosalyn telling me I wasn't responsible for what other people did, or how they felt, but I knew Mommy was drinking because she felt bad about who and what I was. I reminded myself again to talk to her while I was home from school that day. I had to let her know that I was what I was because of me, that it wasn't her fault. "Yeah, she is," I said quietly. I looked back up at her. "I don't think Mom likes how I turned out." "But why? You're the best sister ever!" Rita said, squeezing my hands. "I like the way you are now even better than before." She moved over so she could hug me. "Even if you are a slut," she whispered. I couldn't help but giggle while I returned her hug. "Thanks, Rita," I replied. "You're a great sister, too." She sat back down where she'd been. Just then there was a soft knock on the door, and then it opened. Mommy stood there; she didn't look well at all. Her hair was all messed up, bags under her blood-shot eyes, her skin was pale. "Good, the slut is home for once," she said, looking at me. Her voice was scratchy like she'd been smoking too much, but I'd never seen here with a cigarette. "Since you're staying home today, Joanne, you can get your brother and sister off to school. I'm going back to bed." "Okay, Mommy," I said to her back as she walked out of the room. I didn't like the way she looked or the way she talked to me. She wasn't the same Mommy I remembered from the last time I'd seen her. "Was she like this yesterday?" I asked Rita. "She was worse. She didn't get up until lunch-time, and when she saw you weren't here she called you a couple nasty names." I quickly brought her into another hug as her eyes teared up. She whimpered a bit but didn't cry. "It's okay, sweetie, don't cry," I said. I winced and gasped when her hand brushed against the still-sore skin of my tattoo as she hugged me. "What's wrong, Joanne?" she asked. She broke our hug. "Are you hurt?" She peered around behind me to look towards my lower back. "I'm not hurt," I replied. I figured then that she would eventually find out anyway, so I decided to show her my tattoo and piercing. I liked the idea of us sharing like sisters again and besides, I was proud of my decorations -- I just didn't want to get in trouble for them. "Get up, close the door and I'll show you something," I said. We got up and she did as I asked. I stood facing away from her and lifted the hem of my nightie. I heard her gasp when the tattoo was visible. "Oh wow!" she said. "That's so pretty!" She gently fingered my skin. "I love butterflies. When are you gonna wash it off?" I giggled at her naive question. "It's permanent, Rita. It's a tattoo. Me and Mandy got the same tattoos on Saturday." "Umm ... Joanne?" she started to ask. "I think maybe you are hurt. Down here." She gently tapped her fingers low between my bottom cheeks. "It looks like blood." She giggled. "I didn't know you could have a period." I quickly pulled the nightie all the way off, dropped it on the floor, and took off my panties. I wasn't shy around Rita; we'd seen each other naked a lot since we started sharing a room. I turned the panties inside out and looked at the bottom. Sure enough, the back of the panties around the end of the cotton crotch-panel was blood- stained. "Oh shit!" I exclaimed. I was so buzzed on the pain pills for my tattoo that I didn't even realize I'd been bleeding. I knew Mandy had fucked me hard with her dildos, but not that hard. I was also disappointed that this was still happening, but I was more upset because I'd ruined one my favorite pairs of panties. Rita giggled again. "You said a bad word!" she taunted. "I got more bad words. Like 'fuck'!" I replied. "These panties are ruined!" I wanted to rinse them out and wash them right then, but it would have to wait until later. "And no, I can't have a period," I said. "Only regular girls like you and Mom can have them." "Then why were you bleeding?" she asked. "Because I had some sex, and it was a little rough," I answered. She might as well know the truth. I was tired of hiding my real self, and still annoyed at ruining my panties, and at Mommy saying what she did. I felt a little bad for taking it out on Rita. I remembered my promise to protect her innocence so I didn't say anything more. She looked shocked and I wasn't sure if it was because of my language or the way I'd talked to her. "Sorry," I added softly. But now I realized where her shock really came from. "What's that?" she asked, pointing at my belly-button. "Oh yeah, I got this on Saturday, too." I dropped the panties on top of my nightie, and gently fingered the little bar-bell piercing my belly-button. I turned and searched in my bottom drawer for the fairy girl piercing. "I'd rather be wearing this, though." I held the fairy girl over the bar-bell to show her how it would look on me. "It's beautiful!" she said. She touched the edges of the fairy's wings. "You're so lucky to have something so pretty. Didn't it hurt?" She touched the skin around my belly-button, and touched where the piercing went through me. "Yeah, some, but Mandy gave me some medicine to take so it wouldn't hurt so bad." I put the fairy girl in my jewelry box on the dresser. Now that she knew about it there wasn't any reason to hide it from her. "You can't tell *anyone* about this or this, especially not Tammy." I pointed with one hand at my piercing and with the other pointed to my tattoo. "Promise!" "I promise," she replied, crossing her heart. "But I want to play with your toy again." She looked at the serious expression I must've had on my face, and then started laughing. "Just kidding!" "Oh, you brat!" I said, and laughed along with her. "Go get washed up and dressed for school." I swatted her on her bottom. "I'll get Darryl up and fix you guys some breakfast. I walked to open the bedroom door but stopped when I heard her voice from behind me. "Okay, *mommy*," she mocked. "But shouldn't you put on some clothes first?" "Oh, crap!" I said. "You're right!" I'd gotten so used to walking around Mandy's house totally naked. It felt so free and natural. I picked up the panties and nightie from the floor, put the panties in the hamper, got the robe that matched the nightie from the closet, and got dressed. I liked going panty-less. "Wow, three bad words!" Rita chided as we left the room. "I'll save some soap for your mouth." We laughed as she headed to the bathroom and I went to wake up Darryl. *** *** *** After I got Rita and Darryl fed and off to school and cleaned the kitchen, I went to the bathroom and put a tampon in my pussy. I then got dressed in a pretty, lacey pair of white panties, a pair of powder blue cotton shorts and a ruffly white scoop-necked peasant blouse. I started on the laundry, and tried some stain remover on the blood- stained panties, and most of the blood came out but there was still a reddish-brown spot at the end of the crotch-panel. I shrugged it off; I learned my lesson: use a tampon after sex, any time it hurt, not just after a boy had cum inside me. I decided to save the vacuuming until after Mommy got up and worked on the dusting, sweeping and mopping the kitchen and bathroom floors. I knew after vacuuming that I'd probably have to dust the furniture again; the vacuum-cleaner was old and leaked. After that, I was in the bathroom cleaning the tub when I heard noises from Mommy's room. I pulled off the rubber gloves and went to the kitchen. I washed my hands and started a pot of coffee for Mommy; I was sure she would want some. By the time the coffee was started Mommy must have gotten up because the bathroom door was closed. I heard some coughing and the ceiling fan on inside, and then I sniffed and smelled the unmistakable odor of pot. Mommy was smoking pot?! I couldn't believe it, Two thoughts flashed in my head, one after the other: where did she get it? And would she share some with me? I totally loved getting high, and loved how sensual and horny and care-free it made me feel. After a couple minutes I heard the hiss of a spray can, and then the ceiling fan shut off. I heard water running and splashing. I waited to one side of the door. After a few more minutes the door opened, and Mommy came out, still dressed for bed in her sheer, pink nightgown. She looked at me. "Good morning, Mommy!" I said happily. "Did you have fun slutting around last night?" she asked me. "How many boys did you let fuck you?" She didn't wait for an answer, she just walked out to the living room towards the kitchen. "There weren't any boys," I said as I followed her. I was feeling hurt by her words. I didn't understand why she was being so mean. I also felt a new emotion towards her: anger started as a little itch of annoyance in the back of my mind. She stood in front of the Mr. Coffee machine and waited for it to finish dripping. "Sure there weren't," she said without looking at me. "There weren't any boys. I promise!" I replied. It was the truth, of course, but with her acting like that I sure wasn't going to tell her about Mandy and me. "I was at Mandy's the whole time, just me, her and her mom. I called but Rita said you were asleep." "When you didn't speak to me," she said, whirling around to face me, "you should've just come home." He face looked calm, except for her eyes, which flashed angrily at me. Her voice, though, was tight, coming through clenched teeth. "Instead, you stayed over without permission, doing god knows what with god knows who! I'm even more disappointed in you than ever, Joanne. I just don't know what to do with you." She turned her back to me and made herself a cup of coffee. "I'm sorry, Mommy --" "Don't call me that anymore," she interrupted. "Only good little girls like Rita can call me that. And we both know you're not a good girl, are you?" "No ... Mom," I said. I looked at the floor, slightly annoyed that Mom had dripped some coffee on my clean floor. I got a paper towel from the roll over the counter and wiped it up. "I'm still sorry." I stayed on my knees on the floor at her feet and looked up to her. "Just don't do it again, baby," she said, her voice a little softer. "You may think you're a big girl now, but you're still only fourteen. What if something happened to you? I'd never forgive myself." She reached out a hand and I took it. It was warm from holding her coffee cup. She squeezed my hand. "Get up now, honey." She held my hand as I stood up. "Thanks, Mom," I said. I got up on my tip toes and gave her a quick peck on the cheek. "I love you." "I love you, sweetie." She set the coffee cup on the counter and pulled me into a hug. It was so nice the way she held me. "I feel like I'm already losing you," she said. "You won't lose me, Mom!" I said. "I'll always be your daughter. I know I'm not a good girl anymore. I don't know why I am this way. But it's not your fault, Mom." "Yes it is," she said, her voice choked up. "I let your Daddy make me turn you into a ... into a ... girl like you." She was crying then, and I knew the time had come to tell her what I needed to tell her. "No, it's not, Mom, it's not your fault!" I was starting to cry, too. "I'm a slut, Mom, you said it yourself. It's who I am, maybe who I've always been." "Don't say that, baby!" she cried out. She squeezed me harder. "It's the truth, Mom," I replied. I couldn't stop myself from confessing to her. "You're right. I've had sex with boys, and I like it, a lot. I want to do it all the time. And I won't ever stop." She didn't say anything, and we just cried on each other for a while. Finally, we calmed down, and she pulled away and held me by the shoulders. She looked deeply into my eyes. I smiled at her. "Maybe you are a big girl, after all," she said. She smiled back at me. "How many boys have you been with, baby?" I wasn't sure whether she meant sucking or fucking, or maybe she meant both. "Four," I replied, figuring she meant both. Her eyes opened wide and she looked surprised. "Wow, four boys in less than a week!" She giggled, and I could tell she was still pretty stoned. "Maybe you are a slut." "Oh, I am, Mom, and I love my life now!" I was getting really excited and happy to finally not have to lie to Mom anymore. "I love how boys look at me, and I love feeling so pretty and sexy. Hardly anyone ever teases me, and some of the boys are really nice to me, even the ones who I haven't had sex with." She took a big sigh, and kissed me on the lips. "Well, even if you are a little slut, I still don't want you dressing or acting like one at home. Okay?" I was a little disappointed by that. "Okay," I said reluctantly. I didn't want Mom to be angry or disappointed with me anymore. "What about school?" I asked her. "I already told you: you can dress however you want at school, or at Mandy's house, or other places, and you can be your slutty little self all you want, as long as you don't get into trouble again." She caressed my cheek. "When you're home, I want you to try and pretend to be a good girl for me and your Daddy. Okay?" I turned my head and kissed the palm of her hand. "Yes, Mom, I promise." I wrapped my arms around her hugged her. "Thank you so much!" She slid her hands up and down my back. I grimaced when her hand brushed against my tattoo but I knew better than to make any noise about it. "You're still my pretty baby girl, and I want you to be happy." "I'm happy now, Mom," I said. "I really am!" I took a deep breath. I could still smell a faint trace of the pot in her hair. I idly wondered where she kept her stuff. "I'm glad, sweetie," she said. She pulled away from our hug and picked up her coffee cup. She took a sip, and made a face. "Ick! Cold!" She poured some more coffee to warm it up and blew on it, and sipped at it. She looked behind me to the clock on the wall. "Oh, my! I better get going! I've got to meet someone at one thirty." She drank another mouthful of coffee and poured the rest of the cup down the sink. "Thanks for making the coffee, honey," she said after putting the cup in the sink. "You're welcome, Mom," I answered. I went back to the bathroom to finish. After a couple minutes, Mom came in to use it and I sighed. Clean for only a couple of minutes. I had just finished vacuuming the living room when Mom came out. She was dressed in a nice pair of navy-blue slacks with a thin white belt, a white button-down blouse with lace edges on the corners of the collars and the cuffs of the sleeves, and three inch navy-blue pumps. Her hair was done up in a pony tail high on the back of her head, tied with a white ribbon in a cute bow. Flashing diamond earrings adorned her lobes, and around her neck was a sparkling golden chain-link necklace. She wore a wide, burnished gold bracelet on one wrist and a delicate gold-banded watch on the other. In one hand was a small matching suede clutch purse. Her make-up was flawless. Her eyes didn't look puffy or bloodshot, and her skin was radiant as I'd always remembered it. Light blue and pink shadow was blended across her lids, a soft hint of blush on her cheeks, and a dark burgundy lipstick shown on her lips. I hadn't seen her so dressed up and youthful looking in a long time. She was totally beautiful and I told her so. "I wish I looked as wonderful as you do, Mom!" I said. "You will, Joanne, in your own special way," she encouraged me. She walked over to me after picking up her car keys from the dish on an end-table. She gave me a light kiss on the lips. "You're already so pretty. I know that's why you drive the boys crazy!" "Oh, Mom!" I didn't deny, it was true. "But you're a woman, and a sexy one, too." She laughed. I hadn't heard that wonderful sound from her in a while, either, and it was nice. "You'll be a sexy woman someday, too, sweetie. Sooner than I thought!" We shared another laugh. "I hope so," I fervently prayed aloud. "Why're you so dressed up?" I giggled at the idea that popped into my head. "Got a date?" I asked jokingly. Mom got this startled look on her face and almost looked embarrassed. "Don't be silly, Joanne," she replied quickly as she walked to the front door. I knew then that it was true! I was right! Mom was going on a date, and it wasn't with Daddy! I was shocked, but also excited by the idea. I guessed it sort of made sense; she didn't want to share Daddy with me, and so she would have to find someone else. I wondered who it was? But I wasn't going to ask. We both had our secrets, though I had a few less now to worry about than I'd started the day with. But I did want her to know that I knew. "Sure you're not," I said, mimicking the way she'd talked to me earlier. I smiled at her. She was standing by the door, her hand on the knob, and looking back to me. Her face broke into a huge grin and we both started laughing again. She came over to me and held my chin in her hand. "I'm going to a friend's house, sweetie. But you can't tell Rita or Darryl, and especially not your Daddy. Okay?" "I promise I won't tell them, Mom," I said, making a motion as if to zip my lips. "Good! And I won't tell your Daddy what you've been up to, either." She smiled and let go of my chin. "Speaking of which: be back by ten o'clock from your fun, Joanne. You don't need to call anymore, but be home by ten o'clock every night. Understood?" "Yes, Mom. Ten o'clock!" I was smiling because I felt like I was finally being allowed more freedom. "Thanks!" "Finish up the housework, then do your homework, if you have any to do, and then you can go where you'd like, to Mandy's house, I bet. By the way, I'd like to meet her and mother someday, sweetie. I'll be back before Rita and Darryl get home from school." She went to the door and opened it. Before walking out, she turned back. "Remember, my little slut, ten o'clock!" "Yes, ma'am," I said enthusiastically. "Have fun!" "I always do, baby!" I waved as she walked out and shut the door behind her. *** *** *** I soon finished the rest of the housework, including cleaning the mess Mom had made in the bathroom getting ready for her date. I felt a little proud of myself when I'd finished. I giggled to myself when I imagined being Bob's wife. I knew I would be a good one, and I was certainly getting enough practice with the cooking and cleaning part of it. I dreamed of practicing another part of being a wife and felt my nipples tingling. I went to my bedroom and stripped naked, and pulled out the tampon and put it in the wastebasket in the bathroom, wrapped in some toilet paper. I carefully folded my clothes and put them on the dresser. I went to Mom and Daddy's room and carefully searched until I found what I was looking for: Mom's little baggie of pot, stuffed in some socks in the back of her bottom drawer, along with a packet of rolling papers and a rolling machine. I went back to the bathroom, loving the feeling of being naked. I used the toilet lid as a work area, and tried to figure out how to roll a joint. It took three tries before I got it right, but I finally had my prize. I set the joint aside, tossed the ruined papers into the toilet and flushed. I took the stuff back to Mom and Daddy's room, and put it back the way I'd found it. I giggled and laughed as I went to the kitchen to get some matches. Back in the bathroom, I closed the door, turned on the ceiling fan, and lit up. The first few tokes made me cough so hard my throat hurt, but soon I was feeling those wonderful feelings again. I idly fingered and pinched a nipple as I smoked, and loved the tingling feelings running from my nipples through my crotch to my ass. I smoked about half the joint before stubbing it out in the sink. I felt so, so good, and even liked the dizziness I felt as I stumbled back to my room, holding the half-smoked joint between my fingers. I slipped it into my purse, inside my compact, and took 'Tom' out. I looked lovingly at him, giggling at how small he was compared to the toys Mandy had used on me the day before, and would again and again, I knew. At least he was shaped like a real cock, I thought. I stumbled over to my bed and laid down on my back. I kissed him gently on the head, and licked at it, and loved how it felt on my tongue, as the ridge slid across, as I slowly slid him all the way into my mouth. I savored the sensation of the little bumps and ridges sliding across my lips and tongue. I swallowed some of the saliva that had built up in the back of my throat, and wished it were a boy's cum. I kept sliding the dildo in and out of my mouth with one hand, and moaned when I rubbed and pinched at my nipples with the other. I let my legs slowly open wide while I enjoyed the sensations. I so needed a boy's cock right then, but 'Tom' would have to do for the moment. I pushed the dildo into my mouth as far it would go, remembering to swallow around it when it triggered my gag reflex. Mandy was such a good teacher! I wished she was there to spank me, or let me lick her delicious pussy. I lifted my legs up, reached down and started spanking myself, harder and harder, loving how the stinging went straight to my tingling nipples. I sucked harder and harder on 'Tom' until I thought I really was going to swallow him. I kept slathering him with my tongue as much as I could, all the while I spanked my bottom and rubbed and pinched my nipples. I giggled around the dildo when I wished I had more hands, like that Indian god I learned about in school. I could feel the wetness of pre-cum leaking out of me, and was surprised because that hardly ever happened unless I was having the silly excuse for a hard-on I was only able to have. I looked down and to my surprise, I had one, sort of. I wasn't hard like I used to be before going on the hormones, but it wasn't the limp little noodle it usually was. I fingered it with the hand that I'd used to spank myself, and threw my head back on the pillow as the wonderful sensations flowed from it to my nipples and my ass. I didn't know if it was the pain, or the pot, and I didn't care. I just wanted more. After a few more minutes of playing with my clitty and my nipples, and sucking as hard as I could on 'Tom', I finally couldn't wait anymore. I had to have something inside me. It seemed like so long since I'd been fucked, even though Mandy had fucked me with her dildos the day before it had been two days since a boy's cock was inside me. I whimpered and almost cried out at the need for cock that I felt. Using both hands I reached up to my mouth and slowly, lovingly pulled 'Tom' out, but I kept sucking hard and licking at him as furiously as my tongue could move. He finally came out with a soft "plop" and I looked at my precious saliva-covered toy. "I'm a cockslave," I said to myself. "I love cock!" I gave him quick but tongue-filled kiss on the head and then turned over onto my hands and knees. I leaned down onto my elbows and reached around behind me with 'Tom' and touched him to my rosebud. I slid his head across my pussy opening and moaned as the tingling swept through me and hardened my nipples. I pushed him against me and felt myself open to him. I giggled at how much easier this was than the first time. It was a reflex to me now, to relax and let things like 'Tom' slide into me. "I'm such a good slut," I purred to myself. "Goood sluuuut." Feeling especially and deliciously wicked, and wondering if I'd feel any pain, I thrust 'Tom' into me quickly in one hard push. I moaned and whimpered. It did hurt a little, a bit of stinging, but it also felt wonderful to be filled again, even with little 'Tom'. I slowly slid him out of my pussy and then shoved him back in again, hard. I loved how it felt to slide the dildo slowly out, the feeling of the head's ridge sliding along my insides, and gloried in the feeling of being stuffed with cock so roughly. I figured that the more I did this, the looser I would get for Bob, or for the other boys I would let fuck me, and for sweet Mandy and her toys. I slipped my other arm under me and pinched a nipple very hard. I winced at the pain, but after more pinching and rubbing I started to like it. The tingles from my pussy and my nipples were getting stronger, meeting somewhere in the middle, and my crotch was on fire. I knew I was as hard as I could still get and dribbling pre-cum again since I could feel drops of it on my empty scrotum and on my thighs and tummy as my clitty wiggled up and down and around from side to side as I fucked and pinched myself. I was moaning and whimpering and the feelings were getting so intense. I imagined myself getting fucked by Bob's beautifully huge cock while I licked Mandy's warm, wet delicious pussy and the three of us having a cummy together, and suddenly my nipples and breasts were tingling, all the way down to my crotch and my pussy. I felt myself spasm around 'Tom' in me and kept thrusting him in and out of me as fast as I could. I cried out in joy and release as I had my first cummy of the day. I just laid there, my cheek pressed into the pillow, breathing hard, perspiring, and moaning. The hand under me gently rubbing and caressing the nipple I'd abused, my other hand still sliding 'Tom' in and out of me slowly and sensuously. I felt so good, still tingly all over, and still horny. I slid 'Tom' out of me one last time and brought him to my lips. Since I hadn't gone to the bathroom since Mandy had given me my enema and douche the day before, he was only a little dirty. But I didn't care. I wanted him back in my mouth. I turned on my side and licked at him. When I noticed the wetness under me I looked down to see a little clear fluid leaking from my clitty. I got up and rubbed 'Tom's' head all over my wet crotch, tummy and thighs, and on my sheets. I laid back down and started licking and sucking him again. I loved the way he felt in my mouth, but I wanted something bigger. But he was all I had so I played with my "toy" some more. By the time I was done, I'd given myself two more cummies with 'Tom' inside me. As I showered with him in my mouth, my tongue gently licking at him and swallowing the saliva I always drooled with things in my mouth, I enjoyed the water splashing against my skin, and loved the feeling of my soapy hands running all over my soft skin. I washed and conditioned my hair, and then got dried off with a big pink fluffy towel. I dusted myself with some of Mom's fragrant powder and walked back to my room to get ready for my time with Mandy, and maybe a boy or two, or at least bigger dildos. Since no-one was home I wanted to wear the outfit Mandy had given me; the clothes were freshly laundered; the bra and panties were in my undies drawer, the skirt and top hanging in the closet where the heels sitting with my other shoes. But I'd promised Mom that I wouldn't let her or Daddy see me dressed as myself. Then it occurred to me that I could take some 'good girl' clothes with me to change into! So I packed a big carry bag with some cute pink denim jeans, a peasant blouse, a matched set of white lacey panties and bra, some white socks and Keds sneakers. I got out the mid-thigh-length black denim skirt, clingy black cotton t-shirt and three-inch platform heels from the closet, and then took out the red bikini panties and red push-up bra from my dresser. I was getting excited and tingly thinking about walking over to Mandy's house properly dressed. I hoped there would be boys or men out to see me! I slipped on the panties and bra, snuggling my breasts into the cups for the effect. I looked at myself in the closet mirror and cupped my hands to my breasts. I closed my eyes and prayed to whatever gods there were to make them bigger. I knew boys liked girls with big boobies, and I wanted mine to be huge, bigger than any other girl's in school. I decided to be daring and changed out the bar-bell piercing for the fairy girl, and then pulled on and zipped up the skirt. I slipped the top over my head and was a little disappointed that it covered up my piercing, so I rolled it up and around me and pinned it to my bra with a couple safety pins. That was better; the fairy girl looked so beautiful and glittered in the light from the window as I turned from side to side admiring myself. I slipped on the pumps, and stumbled only a little as I got used to them again. I walked back and forth in my room, and swung my hips back and forth. I was feeling sexier by the minute. I put on some diamond stud earrings, slipped a watch and the bangles from Mandy on my wrists. I got the red and black buttercup tie and fixed my hair into a cute pony-tail. All the while I was getting dressed, I still sucked on 'Tom'. My jaw was getting a little achy, and it was time to do my face so I slowly slipped him out. I gave him a quick kiss on the head and slipped him into my purse. The smell of the half-burned joint hit me and I realized I had to do something else with it, so I went to the kitchen and wrapped it in some plastic wrap and put it back in my purse for later. I went back to my room but soon realized my 'little-girl' make-up wasn't going to work so I went to Mom and Daddy's room and sat at her vanity. I did my best to get the look that Mandy had given me the Friday before. It took me three tries to get the liner and mascara right, but it looked okay to me. I added some shadow and blush, and put two coats of Mom's fire-engine red lipstick on. There wasn't time to paint my nails, but maybe we could do that at Mandy's house. I looked at the clock on Mom's nightstand. It was almost three o'clock; time to go be slutty! *** *** *** I tried to walk as sexy as I could to Mandy's place. I was delighted to see a few boys walking home from school and smiled at them as I passed them on the sidewalk. They all smiled back, either because they didn't know I wasn't a regular girl, or didn't care. I began to strut like the slut I felt like. When I passed the house where the old lady had yelled at Bob and I, she was in the yard, puttering at the flowers. She took one look at me and frowned. I laughed at her and kept walking. When I got to Mandy's house, there was no answer to my rings of the door bell. I realized then I should have called first. More kids from school walked by while I sat on the bench seat on front porch and waited. A couple of the kids recognized me and waved. After a couple minutes, Paul Thompson walked by. He saw me and walked over. "Hi there, Joanne," he said. "What are you doing here?" He gestured at the house. "Hi, Paul," I replied. I smiled at him. He was kinda cute, and I wondered if his cock was proportional to the size of the rest of him. I was still so horny, and missed getting to have a boy in me. I almost giggled at being such a slut. "I'm supposed to meet my best friend Mandy here after school. Aren't you supposed to be at football practice, or something?" "Just weight training today," he said. "I worked out yesterday at home on my Dad's set, so the coach said I could take the day off." "Oh, I don't know about all that boy stuff," I said. "You do look so strong." "Thanks, cutie," he said. He sat down right next to me on the bench. He flexed a bicep and I could definitely tell he was bulked up, even for a junior high boy. I wrapped my hands around it and squeezed. He was all muscle; I loved it! "Did you see if Mandy was coming back?" I asked, still stroking his muscly arm. "Oh, she'll probably be home in a while," he said. I let go of his arm as he dropped it to his side. "I saw her and her boyfriend making out when I left." He leaned back in the seat. "Where were you today and last Friday?" he asked. "You weren't in homeroom." He looked at the fairy girl piercing and smiled. I leaned back against the back of the seat. I rubbed my hands on my thighs over my skirt, and rubbed them together. "I was suspended from school," I said, playing with the end of my pony-tail that had fallen across my shoulder. From the bulge in his jeans, I could tell Paul was getting turned on, and I loved it. He knew who I used to be, and he was still looking at me with that look in his eyes and on his face that I knew was pure, horny boy lust. And I was sure he'd heard my reputation for being a slut. "But why?" he asked. I looked down at his crotch again when he adjusted himself. "Mrs. Barkley said it was because I skipped 5th period Friday," I answered. "I think it was because she doesn't like that I'm such a ... 'friendly' ... girl. Do you think it's wrong for me to be so friendly?" I put a hand on his arm again and stroked it as I asked that. "Uh ... no," he said. "I like that you're friendly." He smiled at me and scooted closer. He wrapped an arm around my shoulders. "I like friendly girls." He leaned over and kissed me. I kissed him back, and turned to press myself against him. We wrapped our arms around each other, and I opened my mouth to his pressing tongue. It felt so wonderful to be in the arms of a boy again! After a few minutes we came up for air. "You really are a girl now, aren't you?" he asked breathlessly. "I'm a total girl!" I said. "I was never really a boy." I kissed him and suckled on his tongue. He had such a sweet taste, like he'd chewed gum or something before leaving school. I took one of my hands and started to rub his crotch. I liked what I found. He wasn't as big as Bob, but he still seemed to have a nicely sized cock. He broke our kiss. "But what about ..." he said, pressing a hand against my crotch near my skirt. He pressed harder and I could feel his hand against my clitty. I knew he could feel it, too, but he didn't seem to care much since he kept rubbing it. "Never mind that silly thing," I said. I've got two other holes for you to stick this in." I squeezed his stiffened cock. "Really warm, wet holes that you'll just love." I giggled. "Let me show you one of them," I said. I slid across his body and then down between his legs. I wanted to taste cock so much right then; I just had to suck him off. "Wait!" he said. "Not here, out in the open!" He grabbed my hands before I could finish unzipping his pants. "Let's go somewhere else." He pulled me up and took me around to the backyard. When he saw the high picket fence around Mandy's yard, he unlatched the gate and pulled me through. I completely forgot about my purse and carry-all still sitting on the bench in front of Mandy's house and went with him. I was amazed at what I saw: a large rectangular pool, a large, chef-quality barbeque, lots of recliners and chairs, and a couple of glass-topped tables. Paul took me to one of the recliners and he lay back on it. "This is better," he said. I smiled and nodded agreement. I got between his legs on my tummy at the end of the recliner and rubbed his thighs as he unzipped and unbuckled his jeans. I pulled the flaps of cloth further open and moved his boxer shorts around until his half-hard cock popped out of the fly. "Ooh! Goodie!" I exclaimed. I used one hand to hold and stroke it while my other hand supported me. Without hesitation I gave the head of his cock a kiss, and then licked the underside just below the cockhead where I knew that most sensitive spot was waiting for my warm, wet tongue. I savored the sweet musky taste of boy as I licked and kissed my way up and down the length of him. His cock was a nice size, at least as long as 'Tom' but much thicker around. I kissed and nuzzled his cock against my cheeks, loving the warm soft skin slide over my face. I knew I was ruining my make-up but I didn't care. This was a cock, and I was pleasuring it, and that meant I was fulfilling my life's purpose, and that's all the mattered to me. I couldn't stand it anymore and finally opened my mouth wide, licked his cockhead, and then slid my lips around him, slowly lowering my face, licking and suckling him further and further. I remembered Mandy's lesson and swallowed when I started to gag. I heard Paul groan and moan. "Oh, God-damn, Joanne," he husked out, "you're so good." By then his hard cock was rock-hard in my hungry mouth. I could feel him tense up as I pulled off, licking and sucking, my tongue flicking across the underside of his cock. He seemed as horny as I was, but I didn't want him to cum just yet. I squeezed hard on his cock with my other hand, and slid my mouth off him, licking and sucking all the way. Mandy had told me that was a good way to slow a boy down if you wanted to tease him. I wasn't trying to tease poor Paul, but if he came then he'd get soft, and I wanted hard, hot cock for as long as I could have it. "I love your cock, Paul," I moaned out between licks. "Don't cum some so soon!" I kissed his cockhead. "Such a beautiful cock," I purred. "Beautiful cock." I kept repeating that between licks and kisses. "Hot damn, you're such a slut," he gasped out. "Thank you," I said. I decided he'd waited long enough to grace me with his cum, so I took him back in my mouth and licked and sucked, up and down his length, again and again. I took him out, and kissed and lapped at him like a popsicle, stroking him up and down with my hand, and then I took him back inside. By then I really did want his cum and I worked at his cock, licking and suckling. Each time my mouth slowly licked up his length I slid my hand up and down, faster and faster. I heard a squeaking noise while I sucked but I ignored it. I kept lapping and licking and kissing the wondrous, beautiful cock in my mouth. I felt the yearning to pleasure cock surge inside me. Giving Paul's cock pleasure was all I could think of. At last, I felt him tense up beneath me. He grabbed my pony-tail and pushed my face down hard against his humping hips. His cock swelled up in my mouth and pumped jet after jet of hot cum down my throat, and I swallowed like the obedient slut I was, but I wanted to taste it, so I pulled back against his grip on my head and caught the last couple spurts on my tongue. He tasted so good, so pungent and strong and musky, salty sweet, and delicious. I savored every drop, and kept lapping and sucking at his cock, hoping for more. But he was done. I whimpered and hummed around his cock, and kept licking and sucking, slowly pulling my lips up his length, my tongue sliding across the underside of his cock again. I gently kissed and licked at his cockhead. I looked at it lovingly and kissed it one more time. "See what I mean about my holes being ready for cock?" I said. I looked up at Paul's face and smiled. He just laid back on the recliner, closed his eyes, and breathed deeply. "Such a good slut," I heard a sultry feminine voice say. I turned and sat up on the end of the recliner and looked to see Mandy and Bob standing behind us. Mandy was smiling but Bob looked shocked. "Oh, wow," I said, "how long have you been there?" By then, Paul had realized we'd been watched and had got up around me. I heard his zipper go up, and his belt being buckled, while I stared into Bob's eyes. He looked hurt, and I felt bad for being with another boy, but I knew what I was, and what that meant. I'd told him I couldn't help myself and wasn't going to try and stop being who I was. I existed for giving pleasure to others, and I'd just fulfilled my purpose. Bob would understand, or he wouldn't. At that moment he looked like he wouldn't and I felt sad, but mostly for him. "We got to watch a natural cocksucker give great head," Mandy said. She sounded happy. "I'm so proud of you, babe." She smiled at me and blew me a kiss. I couldn't help but smile back. "Good work, doll face," she said. "Umm ... I better get going," Paul said. He patted me on the cheek. "You're great, Joanne," he said. He gave Bob a look and gave him a wide berth, and then quickly walked to the gate and left, giving me a longing look before he disappeared from view. I smiled at him and waved. "Tell your friends!" Mandy said over her shoulder with a laugh as he left. It was quiet for several seconds before I heard Bob's choked voice. "You fucking tramp! How could you?!" He walked up to me as I still sat on the recliner, wiping a little of Paul's cum from around my lips and suckling my finger. He looked down at me with a look of anger. I didn't understand why he was so mad but I could see that he was. "You cunt!" he shouted at me. "Fucking bitch!" he said, before slapping me across the cheek, and then slapped me again. I fought with the feelings of my own, of shock and anger that he would hit me like that. He turned around and walked out through the gate while I looked on in shock. When he was gone I turned to look at Mandy with tears in my eyes. Mandy stepped up to me and kneeled beside me. She wrapped me in her arms as I started to cry. "Oh, baby, I'm so sorry!" she said. I returned her hug and cried on her shoulder. I felt like I'd lost Bob and I hurt down to my core. But he had hit me, and all that I'd been taught since I could understand words was that it was wrong for men to hit women, that men that did that were scum and deserved to suffer punishment. How could Bob hit me? I wasn't a woman or even a regular girl, but I thought he loved me. And I thought I loved him, but at that moment all I felt was hurt and anger. As I cried I realized that it was my fault. I was the one that chose to suck off Paul; no-one made me do it. I felt so low and worthless. I really was a slut, and I cried because there was nothing I could or would do about it. It was who I was, and who I wanted to be, forever. As I calmed down in Mandy's arms I realized how true her words were, that I couldn't have a single boyfriend. I started to see that there was a price to pay for being the kind of girl I was: a cock loving slut like me was not allowed love, like I'd wanted with Bob, that I had to accept the fact that friends like Mandy and Rosalyn, and my mother, brother and sister, and nice boys like Jamie, Randy and Tim, were the only sort of people I was going to know love from, that boys and men, even my Daddy, would never love me the way I needed to be loved. I existed to serve their cocks, and my own need to serve cock, but love would never happen for me, with a boy or a man, but I couldn't resist my calling to serve, no matter what. I started crying even harder as I felt myself accept that fact. "It's okay, baby girl, you'll be okay," Mandy said, her own voice choked with tears. I sobbed into her shoulder. "I'm worthless, Mandy!" I said. "I'll never find love!" She broke our hug and held me by the shoulders. "You are *not* fucking worthless!" she shouted. She looked into my tear-filled eyes and I reached up to finger the tears on her wet cheek. "You are a beautiful, sexy girl, and you are so wonderful you made me and Mom fall in love with you!" She pulled me into her arms again with a hard kiss. I swooned into her kiss and moaned. After a few minutes, she pulled away. "I love you, Joanne," she said. "I really do!" She held me to her and I returned her hug. "I love you, too, my darling goddess," I said. I started crying again as I felt the emotions overwhelm me. "Help me, please!" I begged her. We cried together for several minutes. "Come on, let's go inside," Mandy said when we'd calmed down. She took my hand and led me back to the front of her house. She handed me my purse, and I picked up my carry-all. She opened the door with a key she took from her purse. We walked inside and went straight to her room. When we got inside, she said: "I love that you wore that outfit," she said. "It looks so good on you, even better than on Friday." "I hoped you would like it," I said. "I brought an outfit to wear home." I held up the carry-all bag. Mandy took it from me and threw it to a corner of the room. "Forget that crap," she said. She stood a little closer to me. "Did you do you own make-up?" she asked. "Un huh," I said with a nod. "Did I do okay?" I needed her love and acceptance so much right then. She kissed me gently on my lips, and licked them. "Mmm ... tastes nice," she said. "You did fine, baby doll. A little more practice and you'll be perfect." I looked down at the floor as I thought of Bob and him turning mean and violent. I felt my throat choking up, but I forced myself not to cry. And then I wondered if he'd even noticed my tattoo or piercing, and felt sure he wouldn't care anymore. Mandy knew what I was feeling. She used a finger to gently tilt my face back up to look at her. She looked like she was going to cry, too. My love for her surged through me and I dropped my purse and wrapped my arms around her. She pulled me to her around my shoulders. "I hate to say it, babe, but didn't I tell you that you couldn't be 'you' and have Bob at the same time?" "I know you did," I said. I started to cry again over what had happened with Bob. "It still hurts." I cried into her shoulder. "I know, baby doll, I know," she said as she squeezed me. "Some boys are like Paul, they don't care who gets their rocks off, and some boys are like Bob, they want a girl to be exclusive." She caressed my back and kissed and licked my neck. When I'd calmed backed down. "Boys like Bob aren't for us, sweet stuff," she whispered into my ear. "You don't need to be sorry!" I cried out. "It's my fault that I lost him. I can't control myself around boys! I don't even want to." I sobbed into her shoulder. "I want to be loved! I want --" I started to say, before I stopped myself. I was going to say I wanted Daddy to love me, but even after all that had happened I still felt afraid of Mandy's reaction if I told her that the reason I became a girl was to be with him. I moaned into her shoulder. "I need to be loved." I kept crying. "I can't live without love!" "Oh, sweetie, you *are* loved!" she said. "I love you so much; you're my best friend in the whole world." I could feel her start to cry, too. "Mom loves you like she said; you're like the sister I never got to have! Your parents love you, I know. You're so lucky to have a dad, and a brother and sister!" We cried on each other for a few minutes. I was in wonder that Mandy would be envious of me, since I was so envious of her life, and her chance to be a woman and a mommy one day, like I wanted so much to be. I realized that I had more than I'd thought, that maybe I was luckier than Mandy to have my family. *** *** *** After Mandy and I had calmed down, I tried to accept that my aborted relationship with Bob was probably over. "I just don't understand why he got so mad," I said. "He knew what kind of girl I am. And then he hit me!" I rubbed my cheeks. That was probably the most shocking thing of all. "I should've warned you about Bob's temper, babe. I'm sorry," Mandy said. She led me over to sit on the edge of her bed with her. "But I was sure surprised by the slaps, that's for sure! I've never seen him do that before." "He said he loved me," I whined. "How could he hit me?" I almost started crying again until Mandy pulled me into her arms again. She stroked my shoulders and ran my pony-tail through her fingers. "I'm sorry, baby," she cooed to me. "It'll be okay. I promise." We stayed like that for a while, just holding each other, sitting on her bed. Finally, Mandy got up and pulled me to my feet by my hands. She held me at arm's length as she looked me up and down. She looked into my face and smiled. "Very nice, babe," she said. "Your make-up is great, and I love how you rolled up the t-shirt. It really shows off that fairy girl and your pretty tattoo." She sighed. "I wish they'd let us show more skin at school like you are." "Thanks," I replied, doing a little twirl for her as she held my hand above my head. Her compliments helped me feel a little better. I even managed a smile. "Guess what?" "What?" She pulled me over to her desk where I sat down. She sat at her vanity seat facing me. "Spill, sweet cheeks!" "My mom knows all about me now," I answered. "We had a nice long talk this afternoon. She said I can stay out 'till ten, and have all the sexy fun I want, and be myself and everything!" "That's terrific, Joanne!" She came over to me, kneeled between my legs, and kissed me. I returned her kiss and felt my legs part wider for her. My skirt slid up and she pressed closer until I felt her tummy press against my clitty. She rubbed herself on me, back and forth, as we kissed. She pulled her face away but kept her arms wrapped around my waist. "I'm glad you finally got that worked out with your mom," she said. "Me, too!" I said enthusiastically. I rested my arms over her shoulders. "There's more, though." I giggled and kissed the tip of her nose. "You're just full of news!" She caressed my skin on my sides. "Sounds like you had a busy day." She got up and sat back down on her vanity seat. "Yeah, besides playing mommy to my brother and sister this morning, doing all the Monday housework, and chatting with Mom, I found out she smokes pot and went out on a date!" I giggled again at that last part. "Holy shit, babe!" Mandy looked a little surprised, but I didn't know about which part. "Does she know you know about it?" "She knows I know about her date," I answered. "We even joked about it. I'm not supposed to tell my family, of course, but she didn't say I couldn't tell you!" I smiled at Mandy and winked. "That's cool, Joanne," she said. "I'll probably tell Mom, if that's okay. We tell each other everything, ya know?" "I know; it's okay." I got up and went to get my purse from the floor by the bed. I opened it and pulled out the plastic wadding. I unwrapped the half-smoked joint. "Some of my mom's stash," I said, showing it to Mandy. "Want some?" I asked with a giggle. "Oh yeah!" She went to her dresser and from the top-left drawer took out a book of matches, a baggy of pot, and some papers. "Why don't I make us a fresh one?" "Okay!" I went to her desk where she'd started to make a new joint. "You can use this if you want?" I said. "Thanks, babe, just take off the paper and dump the weed in the baggie." I sat on my knees at her feet and tore away the brown paper from the half-smoked joint and dumped the sticky brownish-green remnants into the baggie, as she'd asked. Very quickly she had a nice fat one rolled up and she lit it with a match from a book with the logo of some club called 'Danni's'. She took a deep toke, held it in, and then slowly blew the smoke into my face. I giggled at the whispery softness of the smoke and breathed it in. "I wish I could roll like you, Mandy," I said. She handed me the joint and I took as deep a toke as I could. I held it in and blew the smoke up into her face. "Mom has a rolling machine, but it still took me three tries." "Just takes practice is all," she said after taking another toke. We kept doing that until the joint was about half gone, toking and blowing the smoke in each other's faces. About then we heard the front door open and close. I jumped up, afraid of being caught. I heard footsteps coming up the stairs, but Mandy didn't seem the least bit concerned. "Relax, baby," she said. "It's just Mom." And she was right. Rosalyn stepped casually into the room, looking as sexy and beautiful as ever, dressed in a bright yellow sundress and high-heeled sandals, her hair arranged in a cute swirly bun of curls, her lipstick bright red and glistening. "Hi there, girls," she said. "Having a good time, I see." She stepped right up to me, gave me a hug and a kiss on the cheek in greeting. She took the joint Mandy offered her and drew in a really deep toke and held it a long time before she blew the smoke up at the ceiling. "Thanks, Mandy," she said before she handed me the joint. I took a good toke, almost on instinct, handed the joint back to Mandy, and breathed the smoke out into her face. Rosalyn laughed when I did that. "I see you're still teaching Joanne," she said to Mandy. I must've looked confused, and I was, not just by her statement but by how open Rosalyn was about me and Mandy smoking pot. She patted my cheek gently. "Honey, sometimes, when two people close to each other like you two are, blow smoke in someone's face, it means they want to have sex with them." "Oh," was all I managed to say until I finally understood what she meant through my drug-fogged brain. "Oh! Yeah!" I smiled at Rosalyn and looked longingly at Mandy. "I'll leave you little love-birds alone then," she said, patting me on the cheek again. She walked sexily out of the room and went down the hall. I turned my near-hypnotized gaze back to Mandy. "Wow!" I said. "Your mom is so cool." Mandy had already stubbed out the joint in an ash- tray on her desk. She blew on the almost burned up joint and ate it dry like a pill. "You ate it?!" I asked in surprise. "Yeah, I always eat the left-overs," she replied. "That way they don't stink up the room and you don't have to try and wrap them up in this stuff." She held up the plastic wrap, wadded it up, and tossed it in the trash basket next to her desk. "Oh," I said stupidly. Mandy walked up to me and took me by the hand. She brought it up to her lips and started kissing and sucking on my fingers. Waves of tingles started flowing from my nipples. I reached up to caress one of her breasts and felt her nipples harden under my palm. She wasn't wearing a bra under the opaque white silk blouse she was wearing. She moaned and sucked harder on my index finger. She let go of my hand and, with my finger still in her mouth, she quickly unsnapped and pulled down her tight white leather mini-skirt. When I saw she wasn't wearing panties either, just a white, la