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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. All shall be revealed. *** *** *** Part 10 I awoke the next morning to a gentle prodding of my shoulder. I opened my eyes and looked up to see Mom smiling down at me. "Wake up, sleepy head," she said. "Time to go back to school." She patted me gently on the cheek, leaned down kissed me softly on my forehead. She was already dressed in a pair of tight denim jeans, a casual floral-print blouse; her hair was brushed and held by a white band behind her ears. She had light, day-time make-up: just a little blusher, mascara and rose lip gloss. This was the Mom I knew and loved. "Good morning, Mom," I said. I sat up in bed and stretched. She sat down next to me and we shared a warm hug. I inhaled deeply of her light, clean womanly fragrance. I looked over to Rita's bed and she was still fast asleep. Mom took me by the hand. "I'd like to have a quick chat with you before the others get up. Come on." I got up and we went out to the living room and sat next to each other on the couch. She patted my thigh. "Don't worry, sweetie. It's okay." She took a deep breath and let it out slowly. "I really enjoyed our little talk last night." "Me, too!" I said excitedly. "I'm so happy that you love me again." "Oh, Joanne, honey!" she said, pulling me into another hug. She squeezed me tightly. "I never stopped loving you! I will never stop!" She pulled apart and held me by the shoulders. "Please believe that, baby." I smiled at her. "I believe you, Mommy!" I put my hand over my mouth like I'd said a bad thing. "Oops! Sorry." Mom laughed and caressed my cheek. "It's okay, Joanne," she said. "Anyway, I wanted to tell you something about your Daddy and you. I have to tell you so you'll understand." I looked at her beautiful face suddenly so serious. "You know that what your Daddy wants is wrong, don't you? So very, very wrong." I nodded my head. "I know, Mom," I said. "Daddies aren't supposed to be with their kids like he wants. But if I don't then he'll leave us." I started to choke up at the thought of us not having a place to live, or food to eat, and nothing we could do about it. "It would all be my fault!" Mom pulled me back into a hug and I felt like crying. "No, no, no, honey! None of this is your fault. If he did that then it would be his fault. And it's my fault for all that's been done to you." She held me and whispered encouragements to me until I calmed down. "I know you were always a soft, sensitive boy, sweetie. You don't have to be a girl if you don't want to be." I quickly pulled back from our hug and looked up at her. "Mom, I *am* a girl!" I said emphatically. "I always have been, I think, and I always will be. That thing between my legs doesn't mean anything anymore. I want it gone. I want to have a vagina like you and Rita, and my friend Mandy, and all the regular girls!" I looked into her eyes and she didn't seem at all surprised. "I won't be a boy again. I won't!" I slammed my hand on the couch. The idea of being a boy made me sick. Mom smiled and patted me on my cheek. "Okay, baby. I just wanted to be sure. But I'm still not going to let your Daddy do anything with you, Joanne, or your sister." She touched a finger to my lips when I tried to protest. "Just let Mommy worry about that, baby girl. I couldn't live with myself if he hurt either of you." I wanted to tell her that it wouldn't hurt me, not then, not after what Mandy and I had done together with her toys, that I still felt as though I wouldn't fulfill my purpose if I didn't get to be with Daddy. I had been working so hard to be ready, and had changed so much, just so he would love me. I needed his love and acceptance, even though I'd unexpectedly found it from several other people. I had no idea how Mom could stop him from throwing us all out, like he'd threatened, or from stealing Rita's innocence if he couldn't have me. I couldn't live with myself if I let that happen, either. And yet, Daddy had been so distant the last few days, like he'd lost interest in me. I remembered the lustful looks he would give me during the evenings, and the slutty part of me missed that. "I don't think it much matters, Mom," I said. "Daddy doesn't even look at me anymore. He's always asleep soon after dinner." "How would you know? You've not been here for dinner lately," Mom replied. She looked annoyed but then her face softened again. "Sorry, honey. I know you need to be out with your friends. Don't worry about your Daddy sleeping after dinner." She looked away, stood up and went to the hallway. I got up and followed. "Mom? Mandy and her mom invited me to a party at their house on Saturday. May I go? It'll probably be a sleep over." I looked at her expectantly. She looked at me thoughtfully for a moment, and then sighed. "I'm betting there will be boys there," she said. "Mandy didn't say, but there might be." I was certain there would be, which was a big reason why I wanted to go. "Will her mother will be there the whole time?" Mom asked. She didn't know, of course, that Rosalyn wouldn't stop any sex from happening; she'd probably even encourage it. "Yes, Mom. She'll be there." Mom looked at me thoughtfully again for a moment. "Alright, you may go." I started to clap my hands and jump up and down like a happy little girl, but Mom held up her hand. "On one condition!" she said. "Before you go, I want to meet Mandy her mother." I must've had a worried look on my face, and I was worried. If Mom got a look at the way Mandy and Rosalyn dressed, she'd probably never let me go. "Sorry, baby," Mom said. "I've been way too lax with you lately, and I'm going to start being a better mother to you from now on. That means knowing more about the people you spend so much time with." I looked down at the floor for a few seconds then back up to Mom. I really wanted to go to the party but I didn't want to ruin this new relationship that had started with her. "Okay, I'll talk to Mandy about it today," I said. "Good girl! Now get a move on. You still have to get to Mandy's early so you can get dressed up the way you like." Mom smiled and I giggled. I went to my bedroom while Mom went to the bathroom. I wondered if she would smoke a joint and giggled. I picked out a simple outfit of some blue jeans, a pink cotton blouse, pretty white lacey panties and matching bra, and some sandals. I double-checked to make sure 'Tom' was still in my purse. I was glad to find him still there, and not in Rita's mouth. I took a douche kit from my carry all and carried my bundle to the bathroom. Mom had already left and I took a quick shower, douched myself, brushed my hair and teeth, got dressed and went to the kitchen. Mom already had a bowl of hot oatmeal and a slice of toast waiting for me on the table, with milk and brown sugar nearby. I thanked her and ate my breakfast. By the time I was done it was ten after seven. I put on a light jacket, hugged and kissed Mom good-bye, and nearly ran to Mandy's house. *** *** *** Mandy greeted me at the door already dressed. She wore a pair of skin- tight black cotton short-shorts that really showed off her sexy bottom, tight tummy, and shapely legs. Tucked into her shorts was a sheer black button-down blouse, and on her feet were four-inch black stiletto heels. Her hair was done up in cute little pig-tails on either side of her head, held by dangling white ribbons. Around her neck was a silver braided necklace, around her wrists were thick silver bracelets, and around one ankle a delicate silver chain. Her make-up, as always, was dramatic and perfect, with a thin tracing of liner, lots of mascara that thickly pumped up her lashes, a dusting of blusher, silvery eye shadow, and glossy, deep burgundy lipstick. "Mornin', babe!" she said. She pulled me into a tight, warm hug and a deep, tongue-tickling kiss. She released me and I stood there breathless while she closed the door. She took me by the hand up to 'my' room. "Runnin' late?" she asked me as I stripped. Already on the bed was my outfit for the day. It looked almost exactly like hers, except the predominant colors were pink and gold. "Oooh! Pink!" I said. She knew how much I loved pink. Even the bra and panties were pink. "Yeah, sorry, Mom wanted to have a little talk before I left for the day." I wasn't going to tell her about the gist of it, so I fibbed and told her of the chat we'd had the night before. By the time I was done I was dressed, except for my hair and make-up. "That's great, Joanne!" she said, giving me a hug and another kiss. I almost swooned from the passion of it. She was so sexy, and I felt so much love for her. I felt such a need to have sex with her again. She could tell and pulled apart. "Nuh uh, babe," she said, her voice a little breathless. "Today is about boys!" "Oh, goodie!" I said. "Let's go get some!" I giggled and Mandy laughed. "We'll get some, sweet cheeks," she said. "But first let's finish getting you ready." We went to 'my' vanity where I sat down. It already had a complete set of cosmetics, lotions, cleansers, everything a girl needed. I wondered about that and about the pink outfit since it wasn't that good a color for Mandy. "Wow! When did you get all this stuff? And these clothes?" I asked her. "Mom did a little shopping for you yesterday. We wanted to surprise you." She walked over to the closet and opened the mirrored doors. "What do you think?" I got up and walked over to the closet to see it full of clothes, all sorts of colors and combinations, blouses, skirts, and even dresses. Mom and Daddy still hadn't bought me a dress, and I wondered how it would feel to finally wear one. I pulled one out: a bright blue minidress with delicate straps and I held it up against me and twisted back and forth. "Oh, Mandy!" I sighed out. "Is this stuff for me?" "Absolutely, baby doll!" she said cheerily. "The shoes, too." I looked down to see at least fifteen pairs of shoes; some were like the stiletto pumps I was wearing, others were flats, a pair of knee-high boots, another pair of ankle-boots, a couple pairs of heeled sandals, and even a pair of sparkly tennis shoes with bright, multi-colored laces. "Oh my god!" I said in shock. I put the dress back on the rod and ran my hand over the soft material of the clothes. "This is too much, Mandy!" I looked over to her and saw her smile. "How can you afford all this? Why are you giving me so much stuff?" I felt so much love and gratitude then. She saw and took me in her arms as my eyes teared up. "Oh, Joanne, sweetie," she cooed to me. "We love you! I told you yesterday, Mom thinks of you as another daughter, and you're like my baby sister. We want you to be happy, and we know your family can't buy you everything girls like us need." I started crying harder because she was right. "It's okay, baby, don't cry." She kept saying things like for a few minutes. When I was calm again she pulled apart. She looked into my eyes and smiled. "It's a good thing we didn't have your make-up on yet, or it'd be ruined." Even I chuckled at that. She released me and closed the closet doors. "I will confess, though, not everything is new. Some of it used to be mine. But it's all yours now, babe." She took me by the hand back to the vanity. "Thank you so much, Mandy," I said as I sat down. "For everything!" I looked at her reflection in the mirror. "I can't tell you how much you mean to me." She smiled at me as she used a tissue to dry my eyes and cheeks. "You mean a lot to me, too, baby. And to Mom." She caressed my cheek. "Come on, now, let's get you ready for school." I knew Mandy wanted me to practice my make-up so I started by applying moisturizer and soon we were into it. With a few hints and suggestions, and a couple false starts, especially with the liner, I had my proper look. I pouted and vamped to myself in the mirror. Like Mandy, I had the liner as thin as I could get it, my lashes were full and fluttering with the mascara, my shadow was a blended mix of pinks and sparkly whites, a bit of blusher to emphasize my cheeks, and pink on my lips; three coats of lipstick in different shades of pink and a top of gloss. With Mandy's help we soon had my hair in pig-tails just like hers, held by matching white ribbons. Mandy looked at me over my shoulder as she redid her lips. "We're gonna make every dick in school as hard as a rock without even trying, babe," she said. She blew a kiss at my reflection. "Do you think so?" I asked her. I tingled at the thought. I could feel my nipples harden. "Just look at yourself, you're a walking wet dream, sweetie," she answered. I smiled back at her. I knew what wet dreams were; I'd had a couple myself before I became a girl. "Boys, and some men, just love this cross between little girl and sex pot. Trust me," she added. "I know." When she said that, I thought of my math teacher, Mr. Cancler. I remembered that he'd been looking at me in that special way since I'd started school, even more after I started dressing sexy. I decided I was going to do my best to make him cum in his pants by the end of the week. I started giggling imagining that. "What's so funny?" Mandy asked me. "I was thinking of Mr. Cancler," I answered. "I think he wants me." I told her about his looks and actions around me, and what I wanted to do. "Yeah, that ol' perv," she laughed. "He's like that around all us girls, but he might like you even more because you're special." She lightly kissed my neck behind my ears. We put on some 'Charlie' perfume and I stood up. "Come on, let's get going." She went to the bed and handed me a white leather purse. I transferred all my stuff and the pink lipsticks to the new purse. Mandy noticed 'Tom' and giggled. "You're still carrying that little boy around?" I took it out of my purse and held it up. "Yeah, dunno why," I answered. "It seems so small now." She took it from me and put it in the top drawer of the dresser. "It is small, too small for you anymore," she said with a chuckle. "Just keep it here in your room. You might want to give it to another new girl one day." For some reason, I thought of Rita when Mandy said that, and I mentally kicked myself for thinking that. I decided to change the subject. "Oh, by the way," I said as we walked down the hall to the stairs. "There might be a problem with me coming to the party Saturday." "What's the problem?" she asked as we walked down the stairs. She opened the closet by the front door and brought out two identical thigh-length coats made of soft leather, with pockets and belts, almost like short trench coats; except, of course, that one coat was black and the other white. We put on the coats, slung our purses over our shoulders, and went outside. "Well, my mom isn't as open and accepting as yours is," I answered while Mandy locked the door. "She seems bothered by me being a slut, and having so much sex. And she wants to meet you and your mom before she'll let me come to the party." "And you think when your mom sees me or my mom she'll say 'no' because we're like that, too?" We walked down the steps and headed to school, holding hands. "I'm sorry." Mandy didn't sound or look upset but I still felt the need to apologize. "Hey, don't be sorry, Joanne." She squeezed my hand. "We are who we are, right?" "Right! I like being who I am." And, of course I did. And I loved Mandy and Rosalyn, and I didn't want them to be hurt by Mom's attitudes. "So do I," Mandy said. Just then a carload of high-school boys drove by and she waved and laughed when they honked their horn. "Don't worry about your mom, babe. My mom has a way with people. She can pretty much get what she wants, and she wants you to come to the party. We'll tell Mom about it tonight during dinner. You're staying for dinner, right?" "If you say so," I replied. I'd made a promise to Mandy to obey her and I would keep it. "I do say so, sweetie," she said firmly. I realized that she remembered my promise, too, and that made me wonder what she had planned for a day 'about boys'. *** *** *** Paul Thompson looked at me with eyes that seemed about to pop out of their sockets as I sashayed to my seat in our homeroom. I smiled at him and had a flash of the taste of his cum. I blew him a little kiss before taking my seat. I turned my head slightly to listen to the boys whispering behind me. Mrs. Hall wasn't in the room yet so their whispers were a little louder than they otherwise would have been, but I could only catch a few words. Something about a 'golf ball through a garden hose.' I giggled at that image; I knew they were talking about: me giving Paul a blow job the day before. Just then Mrs. Hall walked in and the class quieted down, except I was still giggling. "Something funny you would like to share with the class?" she asked. She seemed annoyed with me, but I felt really naughty right then. "No ma'am," I answered. I couldn't help myself and added: "Maybe if it were health class." That got some laughter, especially from Paul and his friends, but I could tell it had ticked off Mrs. Hall. "Alright, young lady, I want to see you after class," she said sternly. "Uh oh!" someone behind me said. "That's enough, class!" Mrs. Hall said. At that moment the final bell rang. I did my best to pay attention during class but my mind kept drifting to Paul and his tasty cock, so close and yet so far away. When class was finally over, Paul and I shared a look; I stood in front of Mrs. Hall's desk facing him as he walked out sideways, looking at me. I stood with my hip tilted to one side, my hand on it, pouting my lips at him, my eyes half-closed. I nearly laughed when he tripped and almost fell. Needless to say, Mrs. Hall had seen my seduction attempt and was not amused. "I see you didn't learn your lesson, Joanne," she said. She sorted through some papers on her desk and handed me a sheet with a handwritten numbered list. "Would you like another suspension?" she asked. I looked down at the floor. I didn't much mind missing classes, but if I got suspended again Mom would probably be furious and ground me for weeks. I not only wouldn't get to go to the party, but I wouldn't get to be with Mandy or boys, and that was too horrible a thing to let happen. I decided I better try a little harder to behave. I looked up at her. "No ma'am," I said as meekly as I could. "I don't want that." "Good, I don't either. That list I gave you is the homework assignments you missed from Friday afternoon and yesterday." I looked at the list. It didn't seem so bad until I realized I'd probably be getting similar lists from my other teachers, except PE, of course. "I expect you to turn in that homework by this Friday." I got a sick feeling in my tummy. Where would I find time for sex, and getting ready for the party, if I was spending all my time away from school doing stupid homework? Mrs. Hall obviously didn't know why I looked so upset. "I'm giving you a break, Joanne, because I know you're behind in your other classes, too. The rest of the class already had to have Friday's homework in by yesterday, and yesterday's by Wednesday." She scribbled something on a pad she took from her desk, stood up, came around and handed me the pink slip. It was an excuse for being late to my next class. She patted me on the shoulder. "Run along now, to your next class, dear." She smiled at me and I smiled back. Just as I'd feared, it was the same in my next classes. I had a ton of homework due by Thursday or Friday. By lunch time I was thoroughly depressed. Mandy could tell something was wrong. I plopped down in my seat next to her and ignored my lunch tray. "What's up, babe?" she asked. She stroked a hand along my thigh. I wanted so much to take her into a hug and kiss her. "My teachers are dumping old homework on me from last Friday and yesterday," I whined. "I won't have time for anything else all week." I wanted to cry. "Oh sweetie, don't cry," Mandy said. "I thought something like this would happen." "I think it's time for our nerds to get some from her," Rose Taylor said. She was a petite little half-Asian girl with exotic looks. She also had a reputation for being really kinky, even more than me or Mandy, though nobody talked about what that meant exactly. "Yep, that's what I was thinking," Mandy said. "What do you mean?" I asked, wiping a tear from the corner of my eye so my make-up wouldn't get ruined. "It's a group of the really smart boys that do us favors. And we do them favors in return. You know what I mean?" said Emily Warren, another of our group. She was a beautiful ash-blonde with the largest breasts of any of us, sexy as could be, even though she was a little plump. "I know you'd like doing them favors, from what Mandy has told us," said Rose with a chuckle. "You mean, they'll do my homework and I have sex with them?" I asked. I was surprised but probably shouldn't have been. The idea was kind of exciting, too. "Exactly, Joanne!" Mandy said. She patted my thigh. "Have your list of assignments ready for me after school and we'll give them to the top nerd." "You sound like you've done this before," I said. They sounded so organized. "It's been going on for years," Emily said. "My big sister started it when she was here. She's a senior now." "Yeah, I hardly ever do homework anymore. Especially not math, science or history; that shit is so boring. I'll do it when it's something fun, like art." Mandy laughed. "I use 'em myself, too," she said. She tickled my side and I couldn't help but giggle. "Now you know why I said not to be worried about homework, babe?" I nodded, finally understanding why she didn't care about it. "We've all got our favorite geeks to do stuff for us. Some of them might actually be cute if they'd dress better, or lose some weight, or get rid of their pimples." "You'll have your faves, too, sweets," Emily added. "But won't the teachers recognize the handwriting, or stuff?" I asked. I was excited by the idea of not having to do homework, but it seemed risky. "Well, that's the only bad part, baby cakes," Mandy said. "Things like essays you'll have to copy down in your own handwriting. But the boys know better than to just give you a copy of their own paper. They learned not to do that the hard way." Rose laughed. "Oh yeah! I remember when I was in seventh grade, and a nerd did that. He got cut off for a month. Next time I used him he came in like a minute." We all laughed about that. "Okay, cool!" I said. "Thanks you guys." "Hey, we look out for each other," said Emily. "You better eat somethin', honey, lunch will be over soon." I looked down at my tray. By then the gravy had congealed over the piece of burnt leather that might have once been meat. The half-sphere of mashed potatoes looked no better. But I did eat the over-cooked green beans and the stale unbuttered roll, and drank the half-pint of warm milk. I swallowed the so-called food reluctantly and looked forward to my next dinner with Mandy and Rosalyn. *** *** *** After school was finally out for the day I met up with Mandy out front. She walked up to me with a tall, lanky brown-haired boy in tow. "Hi, babe!" she said. She gestured to the boy. "This is Larry Strickland; he's the guy I told you about that will help with your homework problem." I took his hand and he shook mine gently by the fingers. I tingled at his touch and smiled at him. "God, you are so fucking hot!" he said. He didn't seem to want to let go of my hand, but he did when I pulled it away a tiny bit. Of course, with his height I'd seen him around school, but we didn't have any classes together. "Didn't I tell ya?" Mandy asked him. She put an arm around me and pulled our hips together, and then kissed me on the lips. Larry's eyes got big. Evidently he liked to watch girls kiss, even though it was only a quick peck. "Thanks, Larry," I said. "And thanks for helping me out." "Do you have those lists of assignments?" he asked. I took the lists out of my purse and handed them to him. He read them over for a minute. "Yeah, this'll be a piece of cake," he said. "If it was mid- terms the deadline would be impossible, but this is pretty simple stuff." He smiled at me. He had a cute smile, and I found myself returning it easily. He looked at Mandy. "Can we do this now?" he asked her, and then looked back at me. "Now is just fine," I said. I knew exactly what he meant. Mandy beamed at me with pride, and I returned her smile. "See you later, Mandy?" I asked. "Oh yeah," she said. "You've got other homework to do." We laughed and gave each other a hug and a quick peck on the lips. "Later, babe," she said. She waved and walked off, to see her boyfriend I felt sure. I took Larry by the hand and led him to the area I knew we girls used for quickies, under the football bleachers. "How long have you been doing this, Larry?" I asked him as we walked. I liked the feel of his hand in mine; it was warm and soft, not like most of the boy's hands I'd touched. "Since I was in seventh grade," he answered. "But you're the prettiest girl I've helped." "Oh, you're sweet," I said. I thought about things for a minute. Just as we found an isolated spot under the bleachers, I turned and looked up at his face. It was a nice face: warm, intelligent brown eyes, an angular jaw line and cheek bones, a strong aquiline nose, but soft and sensuous-looking lips. "Do you know about me?" He put his hands on my shoulders and softly stroked them. The feeling of his hands sent tingles through me. I so loved being touched by boys! "I know what I've heard, Joanne," he said. "And I remember you from before when you used to be a boy. I couldn't believe it the first day I saw you, so girly and soft. I couldn't see you as a boy anymore, and if you ever were it was the biggest mistake ever made, 'cause I see only a beautiful, sexy girl. I want to kiss you, honey," he said. He was such a charmer, so of course I kissed him. And he was a good kisser, better than Bob even, and I felt myself swooning for him, and fell into his arms as we alternated between suckling each other's tongues. His arms slid around, down my back and squeezed and caressed my bottom. I could feel his cock getting hard and making a tent in his trousers. My nipples were tingling and hard, and I rubbed myself against him. I heard him moan and I whimpered with need. I started to slide down to my knees but Larry stopped me. "Wait a sec, Joanne," he said. He took off his rough leather jacket and folded it over in front of his feet on top of the grass and brown dirt. I looked up and smiled. "Thanks, sweetie," I said. "That's so thoughtful." So, maybe he was a nerd but he was a gentleman, too. I shrugged off my purse and coat and he took them from me and hung them on one of a steel rods of the bleacher supports. Such a nice guy! I wondered for a minute if Bob would have done the same, and then decided I didn't care. I slid my hands down his hips and thighs as I dropped to my knees. I looked up at him and smiled. I remembered the effect that it had had on me while Mandy had stroked and sucked the strap on, even though I couldn't feel her hands or lips. So, while I unzipped his pants and pulled down the waist-band of his jockey shorts to free his hot hard cock, I kept my eyes turned up and looked directly into his. He seemed mesmerized, and he was breathing shallowly, almost panting. I was also breathing very fast in anticipation of my first boy of the day. Without taking my eyes from his I started to lightly stroke his cock. I licked my lips and gave his cockhead an open-mouth kiss, and licked at his pee-hole. He gasped and shuddered when I did that, and his cock jumped in my hand. "Don't cum yet, baby," I cooed to him. "We're just getting started." "Sorry, Joanne," he husked out. "You're just so sexy, and so good, and I haven't had a BJ since before school started." He sounded so sincere and so needy. But he was so nice, and considerate, I just couldn't understand why he didn't have a girlfriend. "Honey, you ain't seen nothin' yet," I said. I took a quick look at his cock. He wasn't big, maybe five inches at best and my fingers could get all the way around him. But it was perfectly formed, and it felt soft and warm in my hand. I looked back up at him and smiled. "You've got such a pretty cock, sweetie," I told him. I kept stroking and squeezing him, and used my other hand to cup and caress his balls. "I know I'm not big," he started to say. "I'm sorry if you're disappointed." I suddenly realized why nerds have trouble getting girls: they have no self-confidence with anything other than their books. "Oh hush now, Larry," I responded. "You're just fine. You've got a decent cock and you should feel good about him." I giggled. "He sure feels good to me. And I bet he tastes wonderful!" Staring deeply into his eyes, I pursed my lips and kissed the head of his cock. I felt a drop of pre-cum on my lips and quickly licked it off. It was sweet. I slowly guided him into me, my tongue licking slowly along the underside and then swirling around the head. Larry moaned and closed his eyes and I felt so good to know I was pleasing him. My nipples began tingling again, and I could feel my pussy opening, spontaneously clenching and releasing as my own lust surged through me. Once his cockhead was all the way in I rolled my lips over my teeth and started sucking. My tongue was swirling around his shaft as he slid further into my mouth. It was so great! My nose was buried in his pubic hair and I felt only a hint of my gag reflex. He was all the way in! I took a tentative swallow and heard him moan and whimper. His eyes were scrunched tightly shut. "Oh god, Joanne!" he said, his voice cracking into a higher pitch. "So good!" I hummed around his cock as I slowly pulled back off him. I used one hand to support myself on his trembling leg and slipped the other to my blouse. I undid a couple buttons and slipped my hand inside, slipped the bra cup over my breast, and furiously squeezed my breast, and tweaked and pinched my nipple. I could feel the waves of pleasure coursing through me, but in the back of my lust-fogged brain I remembered Larry's needs were my purpose. I kept licking and suckling at his cock and took my hand out of my blouse to squeeze him. I was rewarded with another glob of pre-cum and I savored the taste of it. I thought of the reward yet to come and increased my pace and soon my head was bobbing back and forth. I started to stretch up a little because somehow his cock started to angle upward. I reached around to support myself by grabbing and squeezing his bottom cheeks and then suddenly I felt his cock swell up and start spasming with his cummy. I slipped him out until just his cockhead was in my mouth and I took one of my hands and wrapped my fingers around him. I kept licking and sucking as spurt after delicious thick creamy spurt shot onto my tongue and down my throat. He really must've been as horny as he said. I counted seven spurts from the first hard shot down my throat to the last dribbling glob. All that I could taste was totally delicious; a salty sweet sliminess that I loved like the candy it was. I kept gently sucking and licking at him until he'd gone completely soft. "Oh, Joanne," he said, his breathing having slowed enough to speak. "That was great!" I let his cockhead slip from my mouth and kissed it lovingly. I put his cock back into his underwear and zipped his trousers. "Thank you," I said. "Your cum is just so yummy!" He held out his hand to help me stand up. "So sweet and tasty." He laughed. "None of the other girls ever said that before." He picked up his jacket and dusted it off while I put on my coat and slung my purse over my shoulder. "Do you really like that stuff?" He helped pull my coat closer around me and held me by my hips. "I love it!" I said. I got a lipstick and my compact from out of my purse and leisurely fixed myself until my lips were all pink and glossy again, and all the shine was gone from my face. I'd gotten very excited sucking his cock and had perspired a little, but the cool air of the autumn afternoon had cooled me somewhat. "You are definitely a girl," he said. "Worrying about your make-up." "Thanks," I said, though I doubt he meant it as much of a compliment as I took it to be. He took me by the hand and we walked out from under the bleachers. Just as we got onto the sidewalk back to the front of the school we saw Bob standing in the way, his muscular arms crossed, his legs shoulder-width apart. He was glowering at me, and I could feel Larry tense up through my hand. "Fuck off, jerk!" Bob said to Larry. "I want to talk to Joanne alone." Larry turned to me. I could tell he was afraid of Bob. Larry was taller but Bob was way more muscular and tough than poor Larry. I know I was afraid of Bob. "Do you want to talk to him?" he asked me. I looked up at him and smiled. "I think I'd better," I answered. I got up on my tip toes and gave him a peck on the lips. "I'll be okay," I told him. I looked at Bob. "Wont't I?" "Yeah, I ain't gonna hurt her. Just get lost Larry." He uncrossed his arms. Larry still hesitated. I admired his courage but I knew he was no match for Bob in a fight. I think he knew it, too. "Go on, sweetie," I said. "See you tomorrow!" I squeezed his hand. "Okay," Larry said. "See ya." He side-stepped around Bob and walked away. After Larry was out of sight, Bob said: "I knew I'd find you out here with some guy." His voice sounded cruel but his face had softened to a sad look. "First Paul and now Larry? You really are a slut." The way he said 'slut' was like a curse word, and it stung me, even though it was true. I held my chin up. "Yes, I am! I told you I was." I looked at him defiantly. "And I told you I wasn't going to, that I couldn't, change who I was." "Not even for me?" he asked. I relaxed a bit when he put his hands in his pockets. "You said you loved me." "I did, Bob, and you said you loved me." I started choking up. "And then you hit me!" I put my hands to my face and started crying. I heard his footsteps and backed away. I took my hands down. "Stay away from me!" I said. He stopped moving, and let his hands drop to his sides. "I'm sorry I slapped you," he said. "I was so angry and jealous. I should've beaten that ass-hole Paul to a pulp." "Hitting doesn't help anything, Bob," I said. He paused and looked at the ground. He looked back up to me. "So, what happens now?" he asked me, his hands upturned. I buttoned up my coat. I was getting cold. I didn't know if I could ever forgive Bob for hitting me. I felt hurt and betrayed and angry at him. "What happens is that I leave and you don't follow me." I finally said, through a tight throat. "Then we're through?" He sounded as choked up as I felt. "We were through the second your hand hit my face!" I was near tears again but I resolved not to break down in front of him. I'd save that for another time. Right then the strongest emotion I felt was an angry hurt. I walked up the path but took a wide berth around Bob. I suddenly stopped and turned back towards him. "Maybe someday I'll forgive you, Bob, but for now just stay away from me, okay?" I turned and continued walking back up the path. "Okay," I heard Bob say behind me. I almost stopped again at the sound of loss in his voice but I was too filled with hurt. I had wanted so much to be Bob's girl, but I couldn't let myself forgive him for him hitting me. Not then, anyway. While I slowly walked towards Mandy's house I decided that I wouldn't be any one guy's girl, I couldn't be that sort of girl, with how much I loved cock. I would be every guy's girl. I would suck and be fucked any time they wanted. I would be even more slutty than Mandy or any of the other girls in our little group. I would out-slut them all. It was my life-purpose after all. *** *** *** That afternoon Mandy made my dreams come true. When I got to her house, not only were Jamie and Randy there, but so was Paul. I learned to enjoy the many positions of sex that Mandy could imagine. Paul was at first reluctant to use me while the obviously queer Jamie and Randy were there, but after awhile he became a joyful participant. I gave up all sense of self as I pleasured the boys, in my mouth and in my ass, over and over again, until they whined about not being able to go at me anymore. I was so happy when Jamie got to fuck me. His beautifully thick cock wasn't as long as Randy's or Paul's but it still touched my special place, and it made me feel so filled. I dreamed of the day a thick, long cock, a perfect cock, would penetrate me so. There were moments when I felt a pang of sadness because I knew Bob's glorious cock would do all that and more. But it wasn't to be. I existed for the pleasuring of nice boys. Over the days that followed I became adept at pleasuring the different boys that Mandy invited to my holes. I gave up all pretense of having any control of who I would be with from moment to moment, let alone any control over what my day would be like. I tingled all over when I reported late to Mr. Cancler's class because I'd been giving a blow job to a boy Mandy had told me to pleasure. Mr. Cancler didn't even blink an eye as I sauntered into class, my nipples still hard and my tummy full of cum. I winked at him, and he smiled at me. I felt for sure that he knew I was one of the girls that would do anything he asked for a good grade. Needless to say by the end of the quarter I knew no more about algebra than did a monkey in a zoo, but I still got an 'A' in his class. Of course, my homework was done, ahead of time. I spent the nights before it was due up after my bedtime copying my papers by the light of a flashlight in my bed. I even embellished the work of my nerds occasionally. I gave of myself as breathlessly as I felt; I gave blow jobs at the drop of a hat, and I even let one of the geeks take my well-usedass after a particularly tough assignment. I saw my future unfolding before me, and I knew I'd never have to worry about schoolwork again. I was living by my current slut labors and I knew that they would continue all the way through high-school. I'd never give up cock, I'd never give up the easy life I saw before me, and the total submissiveness to Mandy and any boy she told me to pleasure. On that Thursday night, I was laying on 'my' bed, idly playing with my nipples while Mandy slowly fed me the cum that dribbled from my pussy. We stared into each other's eyes lovingly while I sucked the cum from her fingers. I didn't even remember how many times a boy had cum inside me that day; I just knew that it was a lot of juicy, tasty cum. The last of the boys that I'd pleasured had already left, and I missed them. She only said two words while she fed me: "You're ready." Mandy hadn't had to use a dildo on me all that week, and all I could think of was how much I loved not only Mandy's delicious pussy but all the cocks of the boys that had used me. I knew that some of those boys not only didn't go to my junior high, but a couple of them were old enough that they didn't even go to school anymore. I looked forward to the day when I would be free of that burden as well. *** *** *** Yet, finally the day came for Mom to meet Mandy and Rosalyn. By then I was so far along the path to full sluthood that I was no longer worried. Whether Mom let me go to the party or not didn't matter; I was going to go. But a part of me wanted Mom's approval, however silly that seemed. She and I hadn't talked much that week after our chat on Tuesday morning. She had to know what I was up to. She pretty much told me so. But because I was so obviously happy, and since I came home every night before my curfew, and she hadn't received any reports from the school about me, she didn't question me. She did ask me once to rinse out my cummy panties before putting them in the laundry hamper, but she said it with a smile and I made sure to do it. I went to Mandy's place to change into my 'good girl' clothes. Mandy and I shared a quick joint to relax me before I got washed up, but all it did was make me horny. "I don't know how I'm gonna make it without some sex," I told her. We were in the bathroom, naked, and I was standing at the sink and fingering my pussy hole while Mandy did her business. "Don't worry, babe," she said after she cleaned herself. "We'll take care of that later, after your mom visits." I looked at her hopefully and she laughed. "Come on, we need to get cleaned up." To my surprise, Mandy cleansed and moisturized her face while I did the same. I looked at her face in the mirror while I patted mine. Even without make-up, she was still so sexy and beautiful. My heart fluttered with love, and the lust flowed through me. After we finished washing I went to 'my' room where I'd left my 'good girl' clothes that morning. I really didn't want to wear them, but I reminded myself of my promise to Mom that I wouldn't dress at home like I did everywhere else. I decided to keep wearing my thong panties and push-up bra though. After I dressed in the blue jeans and pull-over top, I put what I now considered my normal clothes in the hamper, changed my stuff to my other purse, and went to Mandy's room. I was again surprised to see Mandy wearing an outfit of a slimming black knee-length skirt with a slender shiny leather belt, and a white, silk button-down blouse. She was putting the finishing touches on very light make-up, just a little mascara and some red-tinted lip gloss. "Wow, Mandy!" I said. She turned to look at me and she smiled. I couldn't help but smile back. She still looked incredibly sexy, yet so demure and girly. I immediately realized that she was dressing like a 'good girl' to impress Mom. "You look great!" She laughed and started to brush out her hair. "I'm glad you like this look, sweetie," she said. "I hope your mom will like it, too." "I'm sure she will," I replied. I stepped up to her and took the brush from her hands to finish brushing her hair for her. "Thanks, Mandy," I said lamely. She tilted back her head as I ran the brush through her thick, red hair. "My pleasure, baby," she said. "Ohh, that feels so good." We stayed silent for a few more minutes until her hair was soft and shining. "You know how much me and Mom want you to come over tomorrow," she said. She took the brush from my hand and stood up. I took her place on the vanity seat while she brushed out my hair. "I know, I want to come. Even if Mom says 'no' I'll probably still do it," I said. I didn't want to get in any more trouble, but I just had to be at that party. "No, babe!" she said forcibly. "If she says 'no' then we'll figure something else out." I could see her expression in the vanity mirror. "There'll be other parties. We have them about once a month." "Really?" I smiled at her reflection. "That's great!" "Yeah, they're a lot of fun," she said. She ran a hand down the length of my hair. "You'll love them." At that, I realized that this party, however it was or whoever was there, wouldn't be a one-time thing; that Mandy planned for me to attend them all. She bent down and sexily whispered to me: "And the sex is incredible." My nipples immediately hardened at that. I couldn't wait then. "I hope you and Rosalyn can talk Mom into letting me come." I said. "Mom is a great talker, babe," Mandy replied. "Trust me." She kissed and suckled on my earlobe, flicking the little gold hoop with her tongue. She stood up straight and set the brush on the vanity table. "You better scoot, Joanne." "Yeah, I suppose." I stood up and pulled Mandy into a tight hug, and then kissed her. We kissed for a couple minutes, our tongues dueling to see which could get sucked harder. By the time we stopped I was ready to make love to her right there, but I submitted to her will and we broke apart. I got my purse from the floor by the vanity and we walked out and down the steps. She opened the door for me. "See you at five?" I asked her. "Yep, sweetie. Don't eat anything. Mom is making us dinner, remember." She kissed me gently on the lips. "See you at five." "I remember," I answered. We shared a smile and I left. I heard the door close behind me so I didn't bother looking back. All the way home I felt the tingles flow through me from our last kiss, even though it was just a peck. *** *** *** When I got home I went to the living room. Rita was watching television. "Hi Joanne," Rita said when she heard me enter the room. "You're home early." Which was true, it was only four thirty. "Hi, Rita," I said. We smiled at each other. "Yeah, Mom and I have an appointment later. Where's Darryl?" I asked as I sat next to her on the couch. She giggled. "He's probably out kissing his girlfriend somewhere." I then remembered that Mandy had promised to set him up with Wendy, Paul's sister, the wannabe slut, and I laughed. I hoped she would help him the way I helped boys get rid of their horniness. "Where's Mom?" "She's in the kitchen making dinner," she answered. "Where're you and her going?" I was about to answer her when I heard Daddy's deep masculine voice. "Well, hello there, Joanne," he said. I turned to look him standing in the entryway to the hall. I hadn't seen him, awake anyway, in over a week now, and my tummy fluttered. "You look very nice, sweetie." He was holding a folded up newspaper. He sat down in his chair and put the paper on the end-table. "Come here. Let me get a closer look at you." I could see the lust in his eyes, and was excited by the idea of it being for me. But I was scared he would try something in front of Rita, or that Mom would catch us. I went to stand in front of him. My nipples were hard and I felt sure they were showing even through my bra and top. "Hi Daddy," I said with only a slight tremor in my voice. "Rita, go help your mother," Daddy said. Rita got up immediately and left the room. The brat even giggled a little on the way out. "Come closer, baby," he said. I moved close enough to be standing between his knees. "I haven't seen you in a while, Joanne, honey. What have you been up to?" He sounded just like a curious father, but I could see the lust burning in his eyes. "I've been playing with friends from school, Daddy," I meekly answered. I wanted to confess that I'd been making myself ready for him but something held me back. He leaned forward in his chair and put his hands softly on my hips and slid them up and down my sides and on my bottom. He gently squeezed the cheeks before sliding his hands up my back. I was thankful that the tattoo didn't hurt anymore as I felt his fingers move up, and then run along my bra. "I've missed you, baby," he said. When he moved his hands around to cup and squeeze my small breasts I couldn't help but moan. I closed my eyes and whimpered when his fingers slid across my nipples. "You're coming along nicely. So nice. So girly. My very own little sissy girl." I could hear how his voice had changed, from concerned father to lust-filled lover. I opened my eyes and covered his hands with mine, pressing them firmly onto my breasts. "Oh, Daddy!" I squealed out. I couldn't stop myself and I fell into his arms. I pulled his face to mine and kissed him. I heard him moan and when his tongue touched my lips I suckled it into my mouth and we kissed like the lovers I wanted us to be. I reached down my hand to his lap to feel his hardening cock in his pants. Daddy wasn't very big, I knew from our other times cuddling and playing, but I still wanted it. I wanted to suck it, I wanted him to fuck me and fill me with his cum. But for some reason he suddenly broke our kiss and pulled away. "No, baby, no!" he husked out. "Not here, not now." He stood me up back on my feet. I was so disappointed but I knew he was right. Mom said she didn't want anything to happen between me and Daddy, and I knew she'd go nuts if she caught us. "Okay, Daddy," I said, looking up at him. I pulled my lower lip with a finger and looked up at him and fluttered my eyelashes. Mandy had taught me some ways to get boys hot for me, and I used those. I could tell Daddy was still hard and I giggled. I felt like a slut, even dressed like a 'good girl', and I loved the feeling. I was going to tease Daddy as much as I could get away with from then on. One day, he wouldn't stop himself, I knew. I walked my sexy walk out to the kitchen, and looked over my shoulder to see Daddy rubbing his cock through his pants and staring at my bottom. I giggled again as I stepped out of view into the kitchen. Mom and Rita were there. "Now, forty-five minutes at three fifty, honey," Mom said to Rita as I walked in. "Okay, Mommy," Rita answered. "And then let it sit for five minutes on the stove?" "That's right," Mom said. "You're so smart." "What are you making," I asked. They turned to look at me and I smiled. "Meat loaf," Rita answered. "Mommy's teaching me how to cook." She went over to the stove and pointed to one of the pots. "Though Mommy already made the mashed potatoes for me." "You look flushed, Joanne," Mom asked. "Are you feeling okay?" She came over and pressed the back of her hand to my forehead. "I'm fine, Mom. Just a little nervous," I lied. I was still excited from kissing Daddy, but I was sure not going to tell her that. "Well, you're not running a fever," Mom said. She turned to Rita. "Remember, sweetie, put the potatoes on medium-high heat right after you take out the meat loaf, and then start the green beans then, too. And remember to use hot pads!" "I'll remember, Mommy," Rita replied happily. I thought back to when I first started to learn to cook from Mom. I felt the same giddy sense of accomplishment. I envied her simple joy for a moment. "Okay, Rita," Mom said, "you're the 'mommy' for the evening." We all laughed over that. "I'm going to do a quick change and we'll leave for Mandy's," she said to me with a pat on my cheek. I sat in the living room and watched television with Rita. Daddy pretended to read his newspaper, but I kept catching him staring at me. I couldn't see with the paper in the way, but I felt sure he had a hard-on. Every time I caught his eye I would smile and blow him a kiss. I don't think Rita noticed, but she did giggle a couple of times. At ten to five, Mom came out dressed in a knee-length flowing paisley- print skirt and a white off-the-shoulder ruffly peasant blouse with lace on the cuffs. Her hair was done up in a cute pony-tail, and her make-up was tasteful, with just a hint of sexy. Her lobes were adorned with large gold hoops, and around her neck was a thin necklace. Around her wrists were thin, gold bangles. On her feet were three-inch wedge- heel sandals with white straps. She looked so beautiful, and so feminine, I knew that Mandy and Rosalyn would like how she looked as much as I did. Rita and I got up from the couch and we skipped over to Mom. "That outfit looks great on you, Mom," I gushed. I felt the soft material of her skirt. "So pretty." "You look great, Mommy," Rita said. "Where are you going?" "Thanks, girls," she said. "Joanne and I are going to see a friend of hers and her mother." I then heard Daddy behind me. "Lookin' good, baby," he said. He came around to kiss Mom. I actually felt myself get jealous while they kissed. I really felt like a bad girl for that, but since that was what I was, it didn't bother me too much. They broke their kiss and Daddy walked back to his chair and sat down. Mommy smiled at him, but it wasn't a nice smile. The look on her face told me a lot about how they were feeling about each other right then. "Get your purse, honey," she said to me. "We don't want to be late." She walked to the door and went out to the car. I picked up my purse from the couch, gave Rita a quick hug and a peck on the cheek, smiled wickedly at Daddy and then went out to the car. After we were seated and buckled, Mom started the car. "I can tell you're different, my girl," Mom said as she drove the car out of the back of the driveway. "Something's happened to you this week." She steered the car down the street before speaking again. "Would you like to talk about it?" "Sorry, Mom," I said. I really was different. I knew my purpose, and I loved it, and would never give it up. "No apologies, my girl," she said. "I just wanted you to understand that I know what sort of girl you are now, and that I can see you're not going to change any time soon." I took a deep breath and sighed. "I am what I am," said. "I know, little Popeye," she said. I laughed at her joke. "But I'm worried about you, baby. I don't want you to get hurt." She patted my thigh as we drove. "That's why I like to be at Mandy's, Mom," I answered. "I feel safe there. Mandy and Rosalyn would never let anyone hurt me." "Is that her mother's name? Rosalyn?" "Yes. I really love them both a lot," I answered. "I'm sure you do, honey, but I have to feel good about you staying overnight at someone's house." She patted my thigh again. "Do you understand?" I covered her hand with mine. "Yes, Mom, I understand." We drove the rest of the way to Mandy's in a comfortable silence. *** *** *** When the door to Mandy's house opened we were greeted by another vision of Rosalyn's loveliness. She was wearing a conservative business suit in sky blue, her skirt just above her knees, and the coat hugging her sexy curves and accentuating her luscious breasts. She wasn't wearing a top underneath the jacket, but you could see the lacy outlines of the silky white camisole underneath. Her legs were encased in a dark, sheer black hose down to her tasteful black five-inch pump heels. Her deep red hair was in a loose whispy bun on the back of her head with long black pins sticking out at odd angles. Her make-up was light and tasteful, no liner but a little mascara, a little blusher, and a tasteful light burgundy lipstick and gloss. Her lobes were pierced by small black faux-pearl studs, and around her wrist was a delicate silver bracelet. Her neck was graced by a very thin silver necklace. She looked so much like a typical businesswoman and yet so desirable and sexy, I was transfixed. "Hello?" Rosalyn said. She looked at me and smiled. "Welcome to my home." She opened the door wider and ushered us in with a gesture. We walked inside and Rosalyn offered her hand to Mom after she closed the door. "My name is Rosalyn Wilson. I'm delighted to finally meet you. How are you?" "Hello, Mrs. Wilson," Mom said. "I'm Patricia Conklin. I'm fine. I believe you know my daughter Joanne?" She put an arm around my shoulders. "Yes, indeed I do," Rosalyn said. "And please, call me Rosalyn." She gestured towards the living room. "Would you like to make yourself more comfortable?" "Yes, thank you, and I'm Pat, by the way," Mom responded. "This way, Pat. Joanne." She guided us to the living room. Mandy was there, waiting for us, standing in front of one of the couches with her hands clasped demurely together in front of her, a smile on her beautiful face. She still looked as beautiful and sexy as when I'd left her earlier that day. I gave her a surreptitious finger-wave and smiled at her. "Pat, this is my daughter Mandy. Say hello to Mrs. Conklin, dear." Mandy stepped forward and offered her hand. "So very nice to finally meet you, Mrs. Conklin." They shook hands like ladies. "Joanne's told me so much about you." "Nice to meet you, too, Mandy," Mom said. "Joanne's told me about you, too, but she didn't mention what a pretty girl you are." I couldn't believe it but Mandy actually blushed. "Thank you, ma'am, how nice of you to say." They let go of their hands, although I was sure Mandy had let her fingertips trail across Mom's palm when they did. We sat down, with Mom and Rosalyn on the couch and Mandy and I on the love seat. Rosalyn got the conversation off. "So, I understand you're hesitant about letting Joanne attend our party tomorrow?" "Yes, I am," Mom replied. "I'll be up front about this. Joanne has changed a lot in the last two weeks, and I'm not sure it's for the better. I'm not comfortable with letting her stay overnight, when I'm sure of the kinds of things she'll be up to." "Pat, are you worried about something dangerous going on here?" Rosalyn asked. Mom shook her head. "Not dangerous, per se, but not something a child her age should be involved in." She paused and smiled at Rosalyn. "No offense." Rosalyn leaned over and patted Mom's hand. "None taken, dear." She sat back. "I assure you, Pat, that Joanne won't be involved in anything she doesn't already enjoy." Mom frowned. "I can only guess what sort of things she enjoys now." "You mean sex?" Rosalyn asked. Mom looked surprised at Rosalyn's bluntness. "If we're going to be up front about this, then we should talk openly about that." Mom looked at her lap then back at Rosalyn with a smile. "It's true, I'm very tolerant about sexual things going on here, but I assure you that nothing Joanne has done was forced on her. Everything she's done has been her own choice." Mom looked at me and I smiled. "She's right, Mom," I said. "You already said you know what kind of girl I am, and I love myself. I love being who I am now." I put my arm around Mandy. "Mandy is like a sister to me, Mom. She'd never let anyone hurt me or make me do anything I didn't want to." "But you're so young!" Mom protested. I got up and kneeled at her feet. "You're still just a little girl in my eyes, baby." She looked like she was going to cry. She caressed my cheek and I kissed her hand. "You both are." She looked over to Mandy. "These are different times than when we were their age, Pat," Rosalyn said. "Kids are growing up faster with each generation. When you were that young, do you remember even having breasts? I didn't." "I know, Mandy seems to have a spectacular figure," Mom said. I looked behind me to see Mandy smiling. "I was as flat-chested as a boy at their age. They used to call me 'flatty-Patty', even through high school." Mom chuckled. I didn't know that about Mom. I just couldn't picture her without her wonderful, womanly figure. "I didn't get big up here until I was pregnant with this little one." She ran her hands through my hair and I laid my head in her lap. "My sweet Mandy is a wonder, it's true. She was developing when she was only eleven." I heard Mandy giggle and I smiled. "Mandy, honey, why don't you fetch the drinks I made and then take Joanne upstairs so Pat and I may talk, mother to mother, for a bit before dinner?" "Okay, Mom," I heard Mandy say. "Go on, sweetie, go help Mandy," Mom said. I got up and followed Mandy out to their kitchen. "Rosalyn already has drinks made?" I whispered to Mandy. She opened the refrigerator door and took out two tall glasses filled with ice and a liquid that looked like iced tea, and a piece of fruit stuck through with teeny plastic sword-like things, one of them red and the other blue. "Yeah," she said. "Grab us a couple pops. I can handle this." After I took a couple cans out of the refrigerator, she gave me a quick peck on the lips and I followed her back out to the living room. Mom and Rosalyn stopped talking while Mandy handed Mom the drink with the red sword and gave the one with the blue sword to Rosalyn. "Thank you, Mandy," Mom said. She took a sip. "Mmm... delicious." "You're welcome, ma'am," Mandy replied. "You girls go play while we moms talk," Rosalyn said before taking a sip of her drink. "Come on, Joanne," Mandy said to me. I looked at Mom and she smiled and nodded. Mandy took me by the hand and we went upstairs to 'my' room. Mandy closed the door and then took me in her arms and kissed me. I moaned and almost dropped the cans of pop on the floor. When Mandy broke our kiss she held me around the waist, her hands resting on my bottom cheeks. "I've been wanting to do that since you came in," she said. "Me, too," I said. She slid her hands up my back and then around my chest to cup and squeeze my breasts. "Your mom is really hot, babe. Now I know why you're so sexy yourself." I giggled and then whimpered when she pinched my nipples. "My sexy girl." She kissed me again, gently. "Here," she said taking the cans from my shaking hands and setting them on 'my' desk. "Let's get you changed for dinner." "But... but mom doesn't like the way I look when I dress for school." "It's okay, sweetie," Mandy said. "You're going to dress pretty like me and Mom, not like our normal selves." She giggled and I couldn't help but join her. "Do you want a skirt and top or a dress?" I looked at her and felt embarrassed. "I... uh... a dress?" "What's wrong, baby? Don't you like wearing dresses?" she asked me. "I've never worn a dress before," I told her. I started getting choked up. She rushed to me and took me in her arms again. It felt so nice just holding her. "What do you mean, doll? Don't you have lots of pretty dresses at home?" I started crying at the shame of being poor. "No, I don't," I said between sobs. "My family isn't rich like you. We were barely able to get new clothes for us kids this year." "Oh, baby, I'm sorry, don't cry." She held me and soothed me until I'd calmed down. "You have two families now, honey, and we all love you. You don't have to worry about having nice things anymore, my sweet girl." I could feel Mandy start to cry a little, too, in my arms. After a couple more minutes I felt better and we pulled apart. I looked at her ruined mascara on her eyes and smiled. "You ruined your make-up, Mandy," I said. She smiled back at me and sniffled. She stepped over to 'my' vanity looked in the mirror and chuckled. She got a couple tissues and wiped her eyes until they were a little less messy, then blew her nose. She brought back a couple more tissues for me. "I know just the dress for you, baby girl," she said. She went to the closet, rummaged around for a bit, and then pulled out a black, strapless knee-length dress that shimmered in the lights. I fell in love with it immediately. Mandy saw the delighted expression on my face. "You like?" she asked. "I love!" I said. I went to her and took the dress from her. I rubbed the soft material against my face and closed my eyes. It felt so nice. I opened my eyes and held the dress up against me and couldn't wait to get it on. "Shoes?" I said to Mandy. She was already holding out a pair of four inch stile