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Note: The author encourages unauthorised reposting, sequels, and blatant plagiarism of this work. Another note: I'm broadening out from just writing into media. I finished a 30-minute animated TG film a while back that is now generally available. Head over to: http://wyrdey.tumblr.com The Pickup Palace. It was pretty crowded when we got there. I traded nods and high fives with the regulars as we slid in through the normal crush of greasy little freshmen. Their faces all had that respectful smirk, that extra little nod with a barely perceptible raise of the eyebrow. That look that said "Daaaaaay-um!" To be honest, that was the reason why I had suggested stopping by here. "The Pickup Palace," as everybody but the manager called it, was THE place to meet new and young and "interesting" girls. Girls away from home for the first time. Girls reveling in their new freedom, but still carrying that instinctive need to piss off their parents back in Hayseed, Nowhere. The perfect hunting ground. But that also made it the perfect place to show off a catch. All of those pimply kids" eyes were widening at the sight of Jessica as she regally slid past them, nose held high, pretending not to notice the lustful stares... And then they'd switch to me, the ruggedly handsome bastard with his hand on her ass, each unconsciously grinning and nodding their approval. It was like a drug, that masculine respect, the way that you could see every last one filing an image of me away as the smooth devil that they wanted to be in five years time. Scott, over by the bar, grinned at me and almost invisibly mimed a sexual suggestion for later in the evening. I grinned back. This would help me maintain my rep with them. They might forget my skills if I didn't provide a teasing bit of fantasy-candy for them every now and then. Scott thought I wasn't looking any more, and so his gaze was now much more firmly planted on the little movements of Jessica's generous ass. I knew what he'd be dreaming of when he beat off later. We headed into the music, the lights dim, the atmosphere so cloyingly thick with sweat, booze, and sexual frustration. The crowd getting thicker and wilder and sweatier as we approached the dancefloor. A wildhaired drunk girl whose face was lost in pulsating shadows screamed "Wooooo!" annoyingly close to my ear. Jessica shot me a quick frosty look. We ended up parked on one of the "quirky" pieces of mismatched furniture spread throughout the place. A bright red couch on the fringes of the dancefloor - all stains that the wise won't examine too closely and musty- smelling fabric that could have belonged to an obnoxious muppet. Jessica sat down with a kind of reluctance, her back still stiff. Sitting meant that we might stay a while. She gave me another one of those looks. She was kind of a pain in the ass. You need to go after the real hotties every now and then to keep up your cred, but every time you do you get reminded of what a chore they always are. Being that hot and knowing it... it was their version of the game, watching you squirm, watching you jump through hoop after frosty hoop, and - most importantly, watching their friends watch it. Scott would be lonesomely beating off to a fantasy of Jessica later this evening, and, in all probability, I would be too. You know it straight away with a girl like her. I'd have to get her stupid drunk before there'd even be a possibility of my getting to second base. ...Which reminds me... "Wait here, I'll go get us some drinks," I said. She opened her mouth to protest (drinks mean that we're stuck here even longer), but I was gone, moving off through the crowd. Picking drinks is an artform in itself. For you: Too "Manly" a drink and you're likely to lose control and make a fool of yourself before they do. For her: "Girly" enough that she'll drink it, strong enough to give you an advantage. Most college dates are a drinking game - a round of "Sobriety Chicken" Whose self control will slip first? I had just ordered and was waiting - enjoying watching her sitting off at a distance, achingly sexy, definitely the best way to appreciate her - when the hand slapped my back. "Ooooooooh hello!" an obnoxious voice whispered in my ear, as if we were sharing some kind of intrinsically male secret, "Who's the Hottie?" The voice didn't have that drunk-obnoxious tone - clearly its owner required no such liquid assistance. It continued, "This place is always good for the pussy, but FUCK...!" I turned, slowly, patronising smirk at the ready. I needed it. He was one of those old guys that stand awkwardly at the edges of the room, or stay at the bar and only wander into the darkness when sufficiently drunk. One of those guys who got married back when he was young and "hip," and - three kids, a bald spot, a messy divorce, and a lot of bloating later - decide to "get back in the game" and don't notice for a while that everyone is laughing at them. I used that pre-prepared patronising smirk. "Yeah, she's with me" I said, delivering it like the punchline that it was. "Really?" the Joke asked, looking Jessica up and down leeringly. "Well, maybe I'll need to steal her from you." He turned his attention to me then. He was even older and more pathetic than he seemed. For a moment, I thought that the oddness of his eyes was due to the lights. They looked somehow GREENER than anyone's eyes should, like they should belong to some exotic breed of cat. ...Or possibly he was wearing contacts. Something to boost his already damn-impressive level of "zany" "hipness'. I didn't really care, and gave him the smirk that his remark warranted. He was literally wearing a Hawaiian shirt. "No, seriously," he said. "I think I might steal her from you." He looked at me as if that statement made sense. "If you're very good, I might let you watch us..." He thrust his hips helpfully "...doing it. But only if I'm in the mood, you know?" The drinks came then. Thank God. "Okay," I said to him as I turned to walk off, letting my pointed examination of his body be my witty rejoinder. He didn't seem to get it. Big surprise. Jessica was sitting with her arms crossed over her respectable bust, fending off advances from several nearby kids as I approached with our drinks. She looked up at me as I moved to sit down, and the boys silently moved off, pausing only to give me that grin. She wrinkled her nose at the drink, but took a sip anyway. It was quite a busy night. I made a half-conscious attempt to work out if there was any particular occasion to warrant that. Several girls in short- short skirts wandered past, accessorised purses swaying from their shoulders, on their way to a collective nose-powdering. Jessica sniffed disapprovingly. My drink was the usual overpriced crap. I tried to distract myself with the thump of the music, the nearby gyrating forms. I wondered if I'd be able to talk Jessica into dancing tonight. I turned to float the idea, but she was already facing me. "That guy won't stop staring at me." She had a tone that expected me to do something about it. "It's creepy." I looked. It was the green-eyed guy. He looked oddly smug. "Ignore him'. She looked ready to complain, so I leant in and slipped an arm around her shoulders. She gave me a warning look, but seemed to understand that demonstrating that she was here with someone would probably work better than anything else. It's part of their game. Just like it is with ours. It wasn't a blow-your-socks-off kiss. She wasn't into it any more than she needed to be to send her signal. That's not to say that it wasn't nice. Having a girl like this so close, feeling her breath on your face, feeling the warmth of her in your arms, feeling her breasts lightly pressed against you, feeling her soft lips and quick tongue... She tried to surreptitiously break away to see if he was still watching. For some reason, I felt a sudden stab of jealousy and pulled her in tighter. She smelled so good. My hand slid down, brushing through her soft hair, feeling the bump of her bra clasp through the thin material of her top. Suddenly she seemed to thaw and pushed back with surprising aggression. A quick gasp almost made it out from my lips before she sealed them up with her own. Great! Was she finally getting into it? Into me? Her hands were now sliding down my back, through my hair. I was being pushed back hard into the chair by the force of her pressing against me. All of my dreams are like this. Suddenly I felt her tongue entering my mouth, thrusting in and expertly, teasingly tickling along the length of my own. I gasped and tried to buck forward with surprise. The weight of her warm, curvy body held me helplessly in place. My mouth felt so full, I clumsily tried to tease her tongue the way she was with mine. She had a real skill. With all her experience with boys, she was MUCH better at this kind of thing than me... But I really didn't want her finding that out. She just as quickly slipped her tongue back out. I felt so empty. Lost in the kiss, I tried to work out how I could tempt it back into me. Several of the nearby boys had started making noise about something. She broke off the kiss subtly, keeping her face still just as close to mine, and sneakily turned her head - her hair brushing against my cheeks - first to look to the bar, then to whisper in my ear. "You're right! It's working! He's looking at us!" She giggled naughtily, like a little mischievous girl. It was a wonderful sound, I always loved to hear it. Sometimes I would imagine it at night just as I was drifting off. "You are SUCH a slut to think of this!" she continued, trailing off into another one of those musical, magical giggles. She leant in again and kissed me even harder, one hand sliding down my back, under my skimpy clothes, and playfully squeezing at my ass for everyone to see. I tried so hard to contain my little peeps of joy, but it was so hard. It was all a dream come true. I think the boys were ringed around us now, cheering loudly and drunkenly. As lost as I was in the kiss - and trying to hide the effect it was having on me - I still noticed Jessica's quick little peeks off towards the bar, the way she was angling her head to make her amazing tongue work as visible as possible. Once or twice I leaned in and my lips brushed her ear - she was turned away, giving that hungry, flirty little look that she always got in places like this. The one that had never been aimed at me. "Oh god! He's coming over!" she whispered in excitement. I barely understood, forced almost on my back, her little hands squeezing at big handfuls of my ass. I barely stifled a moan in time as my hips twitched spasmodically. Oh dear holy god, let me die now! ...Maybe I had - Heaven is just like this, I'm sure. Trying to catch my breath, eyes squeezed shut, I strained forward for just one last... But she was already looking up at him with THAT look on her face. It was only then that I noticed that she'd been almost on all fours above me, her ass arched as high as she could manage, giving a whole certain sector of the room a glimpse riiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiight up her tiny skirt. GOD! I could have been squeezing at her perfect ass all that time, just like she was with mine! She WANTED me to - It would have added to our little show! Argh! I suppose I can't blame myself for being so gooey and distracted and weak-kneed when she was kissing me, but if I'd just been paying the tiniest bit more attention, I could have... I would have had a chance to... I couldn't help but mentally kick myself - that chance will almost certainly never come again. Never. "Heeeeeyyyyyy theeeeerrrrrrreee!" Jessica cooed up at the guy in her most perfectly babyish tones. "We were wondering if you were going to come over..." She fixed him with a meaningful look. I suddenly noticed the ring of guys around the couch where Jessica and I were entwined, they gave the object of Jessica's interest a certain look and silently vanished back into the gloom and milling crowds. "You girls looked like you were having enough fun on your own" the man said, smiling hungrily down at us. I could see the reason for Jessica's sudden interest (not that she generally needed one), he looked like he'd just stepped out of a Menswear ad. He might as well have had "Smart Casual Looks For This Season!" floating above his chiseled face. ...There was something about his eyes though. They were just TOO green. He suddenly smiled down at me with a certain difficult-to-place look. Jessica laughed loudly, instantly disentangling herself from me and forcing me to the edge of the couch to make room for one more. One or two of the now-invisibly watching boys groaned in theatrical disappointment as her hand let go of my ass and slid out from under my tiny skirt. As he sat down (somehow even doing THAT like a model), he - just for a moment - looked past Jessica's desperate-to-please face and gave me a quick up-and-down. I was used to that, of course, but this felt somehow different. There was something in his pretty-boy smirk. I looked down quickly, wondering what was wrong. Had I spilled my drink on myself? When you go out with Jessica, you need to be able to at least SLIGHTLY keep up, and so my outfit wasn't the sort of thing you'd wear to church. And after Jessica's flirtatious little game, my skirt definitely needed a tugging down, and my top definitely needed a tugging up, but other than that... Suddenly, staring down, my view filled by the overflow of heaving cleavage from my skimpy top, lacy bra poking into visibility around the edges, my hand pulling futilely on my tiny skirt, I suddenly had the strangest feeling. I looked up quickly, hearing my own girlish little gasp, and met the feline eyes of Jessica's new interest. He was laughing. So was she, flirty little giggles at whatever he'd just said. I opened my mouth, suddenly noticing the weight of my hair, of my big silver hoop earrings, of... Someone nearby dropped a glass. It shattered loudly, accompanied by the annoyed shouts of people who had been splashed by its contents. I suddenly had the feeling that I'd forgotten something important Looking over, Jessica was playing her game with her new friend. The couch was a lot less crowded since she'd moved onto his lap. She was giggling her musical, perfect little giggle. He was squeezing her ass. Nope. Nothing noteworthy here. Just like every weekend. The BFF watching her friend with a boy. But still I tried to remember what it was that I'd forgotten. It seemed... RELEVANT. I eventually even fished through my purse and found my phone to check that there wasn't somewhere I should be... The figures in the gloom continued to gyrate and flail about. I crossed my arms across my chest and tried to fend off a couple of drunken passes from pimply freshmen. God, what is UP with the guys here? After a while, Jessica's cooing and nuzzling was suddenly interrupted. "Actually, Babe - Could you get me another drink?" the object of her affections asked. She blinked for a moment at the unusual request, but then playfully grabbed his glass and whispered something in his ear before moving off towards the bar, casting back a meaningful look. She also, quick enough to be unnoticeable to anyone else, gave one to me. I suppose I should be flattered that she apparently still saw me as competition, but she needn't have worried. He REALLY "wasn't my type'... She put on the whole show for him as she minced away - real classic Marilyn Monroe one-foot-right-in-front-of-the-other-in-your-slutty-slutty- heels stuff. She was a master of that too. Tossing her hair just right, her shoulders somehow held perfectly. Your gaze couldn't help but slide down to the back of that too-short flippy little skirt and the perfect ass peeking into sight with each little swaying step. Actually, the little swell of creamy ass poking into visibility was just the cherry on the cake, somehow she managed to make the MOVEMENT of that just-visible outline of each swollen cheek into the most agonisingly sexy... He cleared his throat. I suddenly became aware of my staring and ripped my eyes guiltily away, only to find... He was looking straight at me. There was a softly mocking look in his feline eyes. I somehow knew he'd been watching me for a while. I quickly looked away. "She doesn't have a clue, does she?" he asked softly. A sudden sinking feeling, but I gave him my best clueless look. He moved closer to me on the couch. "She doesn't have a clue how you feel about her, does she?" I felt like the bottom dropped out of my stomach. How had he seen it? Seen it ALREADY? None of the others ever had. There were times when I felt like it must have been obvious, when I was just waiting for the realisation, but no-one had ever noticed. I suppose I'd gotten cocky. I'd thought it was just invisible, I didn't even need to try to be careful... "That's why you go out with her every week - dressed like THAT, just the special two of you. Why you sometimes convince her that guys like it when two girls get all hot and heavy with one another... She's too dumb to see it, she only sees you as her silly old BFF. She's never even dreamed that you might be one of THOSE." Oh God. I turned to him with the most dismissive look that I could manage. "WHAT are you talking about?" I sniffed, tossing my hair, looking down my nose at him like a cheerleader just asked out by the chess club president. THAT look usually works, even on those really cocky guys. Residual conditioning from High School. He just smiled. There was something to that smile, something laughing and hungry. Oh. God. What if he tells her? What if he just jokingly hints at it to tease me and she REALISES? I never wanted her to find out! well, maybe not NEVER, but definitely not like THIS! "It must be so awful for you - To love a slut who'll fuck everything and everyone but you - and who'll ring you up afterwards to tell you about it in great detail. Always so close to her, but she'll never ever see you that way." his tone was so mocking. I just looked away from him, trying to avoid his gaze, avoid giving anything away. He leant in really close now, almost whispering straight into my ear. "To crave someone who'll do ANYTHING for a cock, and to not have one." His finger slipped meaningfully, teasingly down the front of my stretchy little skirt. I gasped in feminine indignation and tried to jump back, almost falling backwards off the coach, my breasts jiggling prettily. His grin moved between my bouncing cleavage and my face. "I bet you've suggested threesomes to her countless times, haven't you? Just as a "Joke"" I course I had. She'd just giggled and given me a friendly slap on the shoulder, telling me that I was such an awful slut. His mocking smile was so set now. Like his face was carved out of stone. "*I* could suggest it to her. Tonight." I felt like I stopped breathing. I was so careful to avoid his gaze. "She's totally into me, if she was a little bit drunk, and I suggested it and you were up for it..." OMG. That might work. It probably would work. "Think about that. The three of us, naked, all night long. You'd finally get to see her tits - I bet you'd like that. Of course, I'd get to see your tits too - I KNOW I'd like that." He could really leer. His finger suddenly jabbed into my left boob, right next to my nipple. I failed to suppress a little "peep'. My cleavage wobbled around again for his viewing pleasure. "...And you'd finally hear the sounds that she makes when she cums. All the moans, the squeals. You'd finally get to see her "O" face... I bet you've imagined that for years." YEARS. "Of course, the evening would consist of you watching me as I..." he slammed his fist into his palm "...fucked her little brains out, again, and again, and again. You'd get to watch her begging me - and I will make her beg - to fill her up. You'd get to watch her gasping about how very big I am and finally squealing out my name when she comes. I'm not sure what would be in for you - I guess you can finger yourself in the corner and imagine that YOU'RE the one with the cock. Silly idea that that is. Maybe you could even convince her to kiss you again. Tell her that a little bit of girl-on-girl will get me super hard. She'll probably go for it. She'll probably giggle and put her tongue in her mouth, maybe even squeeze one of your tits and moan a bit. She'll pretend to think you're really sexy, because she thinks it'll get me hard for her." His voice was just a cruelly amused whisper. "Of course, it IS a threesome, so to keep her from getting suspicious, I'll need to fuck you too. I get that you've probably never been with a man, and you probably don't want to just bend over and take it like Jessica does, but it doesn't have to be like that. There's lots of different kinds of sex. You could just suck my cock. It's not difficult. Just close your eyes and open your mouth as wide as it goes, make a pouty face and wiggle your tongue about, and I'll put my hands on the back of your head and do the rest. You probably won't be the best facefuck I've ever had, but I'll manage. You don't even have to swallow. I could just come all over your tits. I bet Jessica would be only too happy to lick them clean. Just imagine that, her face down there, her tongue sliding across your soft flesh... slurping happily..." I don't think I'd ever sat so still in my whole life. I didn't want to, couldn't, move. I was too afraid of giving anything away. Not that it mattered to him. "...And who knows...? Maybe, just as a joke, just because she's drunk and feeling playful, maybe she'll decide to give carpet-munching a try. Just once. Imagine that. I hear she's AMAZING with her tongue." I was glad that the music was so loud. I hoped that it covered the heaviness of my breathing. Just like I hope he somehow didn't notice just how hard my nipples were poking through the thin material of my top. This is what I get for borrowing one of Jessica's bras. "Maybe she'll even LIKE IT. Maybe she'll realise that it doesn't need to be all cock all the time. Maybe she'll look at you in a different light and you'll spend all night with your faces lodged between each other's legs, reaching down to squeeze at each other's fat tits while I just beat off to the sight of you two going at it... It could happen..." I knew he was making fun of me, but the images he was conjuring up, the possibilities that he was teasingly dangling before me, were just too mesmerising for me to trust myself. If I opened my mouth now, if I even looked him in the eye, I knew I might let my desperation slip. Even if I didn't plead pathetically with him (and I was afraid I might) - eyes wide and moist as I squeezed his arm and told that malicious face that I'd do anything, ANYTHING, for a shot at spending the night with Jessica - I didn't want him to see just how sensitive a nerve he'd hit. I didn't want him knowing just how intense my pathetic hopeless hopes were. The slutty party girl secretly in love with her straight-as-a-board best friend - how could I be more of a cliche? So I just sat like a statue, silent and still and pretending that he wasn't there. I really hoped he couldn't hear how deep my breaths were. It didn't seem to make any difference. He leaned back and laughed to himself. Most people would probably be quizzical if a girl froze up on them like that, he seemed to understand implicitly. "...But I don't know if I will do that." He said, sitting back lazily in his chair. "...In fact, I'm not convinced you're even really a lesbian." He moved in towards me again, I could feel the warmth of his body as he conspiratorially slid up next to me and faux-whispered: "Maybe you just haven't met the right man!" I'd heard that before. Oh yeah. Think you like girls? Whoops! Just haven't choked on the right cock yet! Silly misunderstanding! Lots of silly little girls make it! That thawed me out. I turned and gave him my usual glare for this situation. He just gave me that toothy grin: "I'm serious. Maybe you should just give a man an honest try... Like... What's your name?" He shouted up to a man who was stumbling past, clumsy and red-faced with drunkenness. The drunk slowly and unsteadily turned to us, blinking his confusion. He was the guy you never want to meet in a bar, but always do - wrong side of 40 (possibly wrong side of 50), balding, greasy, seriously overweight, dressed like a clown. The puffiness of the veins in his bulbous nose made me think that the Heart Attack Fairy was probably already circling. "Wha...?" he slurred, shifting his bulk unsteadily. My instincts were screaming at me to say out of his puking range. Green-eyes grinned. "My friend here has never been with a man and we were just saying that she should try it out a bit. Would you like to help her?" The drunk blinked stupidly at him, and then haltingly turned to me. Yep, just stare right down my top - I can't see that. You're way too sneaky. His stupefied gaze slipped greasily up my body, taking little pitstops at my heels, my legs, my skirt, my cleavage (oh, it set up a basecamp and bivouacked down for the night there), my hair, and - lastly - my face (before going limping back to its basecamp on Mount MyTits). A slippery, discoloured little tongue moved across his pudgy lips. As little attention as he paid to my actual face, I couldn't believe that he'd miss the deathstare that I was giving him, my body language in crossing my arms so forcefully against his stare, the little nose-wrinkle of pure, instinctive revulsion. He made a little totter and started to move away. I started to turn to Jessica's asshole new friend to give him a piece of my mind, when suddenly that bulky, blubbery mass of alcoholism and cholesterol landed heavily beside me. It seemed I had misinterpreted his movement. He wasn't leaving, he was just jerkily twisting around to sit. I spun on him with a look of pure fury. He missed it, his arm was already snaking about my shoulders. "Hey babe." he slurred with a leer. Oh God, I think he was being charming. Close-up - and he was really in my face now, the fumes on his breath were turning my stomach - I could see that the darkness had done him a favour. He had that wrinkly old-man skin, specially flown in from a world without moisturiser. He had stubble were people shouldn't have stubble. His lips were tickled by a wispy, unkempt little ginger moustache. ...And I wasn't kidding about those veins in his nose. I automatically twisted away from his unsteady grasp, trying to breath less to keep the stale sweaty reek of him out of my mouth. He just gave a stupid low chuckle from deep in his throat. He seemed to have somehow taken my attempt to get away from him as a come-on. He turned to the tall, smirking jerk sitting on the other side of me, tried to focus his eyes as best he could, and gave that throaty chuckle again. A patronising equivalent came back as they both sat there with me wedged between them. That silly, companionable chuckle. Oh, what fun it implied they were having! - two young bucks out having a good time with a hot girl. The hand looped around my shoulder came down and gave my boob an experimental poke. I was really mad now. I tried to shrug off the arm again and twisted around hard to loudly tell this oaf to go fuck himself. He was really leaning into me, still laughing goofily as the arm around my shoulder pulled me towards him. Green-eyes was REALLY enjoying this. I was seconds away from slapping him right that dumb face. I opened my mouth to scream at him... He REALLY misinterpreted that. He was on me before I realised what was happening. The feel of his wrinkled stubbly skin suddenly pressed up against my face. That ratty moustache tickling at my nose. He smelt and tasted worse than I would have dreamed. And the worst bit is that my mouth was WIDE OPEN when he suddenly thrust forward! The next thing I knew, his sour, booze-soaked tongue was lodged down my throat. I genuinely thought for a second that I was going to vomit right in his mouth. It would have served him right. I flailed and hit out at him and tried to free my lips long enough to yell. Jessica's buddy was just laughing himself sick. I'd felt the oaf's other arm moving but didn't realise the significance until suddenly it popped up my skirt and I felt his hand squeezing at my ass. I needed to stop trying to squeal, because every time I did, my mouth just opened wider and more of his halitosis and weirdly sour drool was filling my mouth. Not to mention his tongue. It was twisting around at my fillings now, like he was some kind of highly experimental and perverted dentist. The hand around my shoulder knocked one of the straps of my top down onto my arm and hungrily started to ooze down towards my chest. His twitching fingers were sliding down the slopes of my cleavage and were just starting to press into my bra, clearly questing for my nipples, when I finally managed to push back and force his hand away. Do people really LIKE this...? Really? Clearly disappointed by his failure so far to really get into my top, the hand on my ass slid over and started playfully tugging at the strings of my thong. I finally managed to break away at least for a moment and saw just a flash of those green eyes laughing at me. For some reason that really bugged me. Not the fact that he was laughing at me - or, at least, not JUST that - but the fact that I was letting him see how much it bothered me. I was supposed to be more mature and sophisticated than this. I stopped struggling, and instead leaned in and kissed the old man again. I put my tongue in his mouth. It tasted weird. I wasn't sure what I supposed to do then, so I just kinda swirled it around a bit. I hoped that was right. Jessica would know the right way to do it. I had a sudden weird paranoid feeling that anything I did might be wrong, that everyone would suddenly stop and laugh at me and I wouldn't understand why. I would have done something embarrassingly wrong without knowing it, and they'd all realise that I was just a silly little girl pretending to be cool. The thought of it made me push into his flabby belly all the harder. I sneakily tried to lift my hand up to his head... Was that right? Could I put my hand on his shoulder or head and pull him towards me? Or did the man do that and I just wrapped my legs around his waist and leaned in that way? It felt like it might be important. I finally just quickly rubbed the back of his head with my hand and left it at that (it was all greasy and wet anyway. Gross.) He was really squeezing my ass hard. It felt weird. I kinda wanted to ask him to stop. My thong was really all bunched up in his hand now, one of his fingers felt like it was starting to sneak down to see how much of a cameltoe he'd made. It was really all sorta gross, but I really didn't want that guy Jessica had been slutting all over to realise that. I turned to him, just a bit, my mouth open just a bit so that he could see the way my tongue was wiggling in this guy's mouth (Or is that wrong? Are you not supposed to wiggle it? Are you just supposed to keep it still?). I gave him a real look. He was laughing really hard, but smiled at me. I went back to kissing the old guy, trying not to blush. He was laughing at something else, not me (or were you really not supposed to wiggle it? I wish I knew) But he smiled at me, anyway, so that's good, right? You don't smile like that at silly little girls... Or do you? Oh God, what if I just embarrassed myself in front of him and he tells Jessica? I think you can wiggle it. I'm pretty sure I saw Jessica do that once. I wish I could remember. Maybe it was something else? But he smiled at me, so... I suddenly forgot what I was thinking. My peep was lost in the old guy's mouth as he started to really poke around under my skirt. His other hand was making a real grab at getting back into my top, maybe if I let him just get a good feel of one boob this time then... "Oh my God!" the voice shrieked. The hand was on my arm and pulling me back before I could react. She really yanked me back hard, too. She pulled me right out of the fat guy's grip and onto my legs with one rough jerk. The hand on my ass hadn't wanted to let go, I don't know how my panties even stayed on. "What the FUCK are you doing here?!?" It was Jessica, of course. Just like always, glaring down at me with her hands on her hips and that funny angry look on her face. "If Mom knew you were here, she'd just..." She spluttered into silence, too angry to go on. I loved it. I gave her that little smirk that she hates so much and casually tossed my hair. "What am I doing here? Ah, HELLO! Are you, like, blind? Didn't you just see me? I'm making out with this guy. He was squeezing my ass, and we were just about to go to the backseat of his car for some... Ah... Coffee" She was so mad. It was great. The old guy really perked up at that last bit. His eyes suddenly got super wide, it was hilarious. Sorry, sweetie, that last bit was a lie - as if a guy like you had a shot in a million years with a girl like me. Jessica spluttered for a moment and then grabbed my arm again and pulled me towards her. I was careful not to show how much it hurt. "I'm sorry, everyone," she said in that special really loud voice she uses when she's really talking to me, "my stupid little sister Mindy is a very immature little girl and likes to follow me around. Sorry!" She was talking really loud. A lot people were looking now. A few were laughing. I didn't like that. "Get the fuck off me!" I shouted and pulled lose. Her grip held onto my top for a moment and stretched it out a bit. That made her notice. "Is... Is that my top? Are you wearing my top!?!" she shouted. I did the smirk again. "Well, DUH! All of these clothes are yours - where else would I find stuff this slutty?" I arched my back and stuck my ass out at the old guy. The skirt was super short, he would have had been able to get a really good look. I lifted my arms over my head and bounced my ass hard, just the way that me and my friends practice all the time. I was always the best, I tossed my hair and looked back over my shoulder. I could really feel my ass cheeks bouncing. The fat old guy and Jessica's hunk were both staring hard. One was gaping, the other still doing that annoying laughing thing. The old guy's hand reached out wonderingly and... "STOP THAT!" Jessica grabbed me again and pulled me away, giving the fat guy a real nasty look. "God, what is WRONG with you? Why are you such a stupid little brat?" she was really fuming now. "You're just a silly, naughty little girl, you know that right? You're just embarrassing yourself! All these people are laughing at you!" That pissed me off. "Fuck you, slut!" I shouted. She did her high-pitched derisive laugh. She only does that when she thinks she's winning. "*I'M* the slut? YOU'RE the one shaking your ass for creepy old men! Creepy old men that you made out with and let put their hand up your skirt!" She was smiling now. Her arms were crossed and she was smiling down at me in that smug, superior way of hers. "Oh yeah?" I said, stamping my foot. "Well you're a fucking nympho cumdumpster!" I turned to the sexy guy that she'd been flirting with and gave him a little smile to make sure I had his attention. "Did you know that she fucks a different boy every night? She goes out to places like this and meets some asshole and brings him home. My room's right next to hers and I hear them every night on the stairs: "Oooooh Ooooooh *giggle* Shush! You'll wake up my parents! *giggle*" she always thinks I'm asleep." I gave her such a grin before flicking my hair and turning back to the guy. "...But she doesn't need to worry about HIM waking them up, Mom and Dad must be fucking DEAF not to be woken up by the sounds that she makes..." "MINDY!" Jessica shouted, looking between me and the boy. "...She's all like: "Ooooooooooooooooh! Aaaaah- Oooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooh!"" From the horrified, humiliated look on her face, I could tell she recognised just how good I'd gotten at imitating her strange, distinctive whiny moans. I'd been doing them for my friends for months, they thought they were hilarious. I'd had a lot of opportunity to perfect them, listening with my ear to the wall night after night, trying to make out every little sound and work out what it meant. I'd learned so much. ...And, of course, the whole time as I knelt there on my bed in the darkness, my cheek pressed hard against the coolness of the wall, straining to hear every detail, one of my hands was frantically rubbing away between my legs... Not that I'd told anyone that bit. "OOOOOOoooooooooooooooooooooooh! Don't stop! Don't stop! Harder! Haaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaarder! Oh yeah! Oh fucking yeah! Fuck me! Fuck your dirty, dirty girl! Oooooooooooooooooooooooooh! Fill me up... Fill me up... Oh, yes! Come in me! Cooooooooooooooooome in Meeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee! OOoooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah!" I really screaming now, everyone was looking, I was thrusting my hips hard and pulling silly faces. Jessica had gone redder than I had ever seen her before. Her mouth was a bit open and she just stared at me and went "Oh!" in shock every few seconds. The sexy guy was laughing so hard. "...And sometimes the guy's like..." I tried to make my voice as deep and rough as I could "Go on, baby, you KNOW you want it. It'll get me SO hard for you." And then she's all like..." I made a silly, cross-eyed fish face, slurping as loudly as I could, and making little incomprehensible murmurs as I mimed thrusting my hand towards my mouth, puffing out my cheeks in rhythm... "STOP IT!" Jessica actually screamed, her head twitching. I mimed more desperate murmurs and suddenly puffed my cheeks out fully, followed by a slow exaggerated slurping swallow. "YOU LITTLE SHIT! YOU LITTLE BRATTY PERVERT SHIT!" Jessica squealed, throwing herself at me. "I'M GOING TO FUCKING KILL YOU! I'M GOING TO FUCKING KILL YOU!" She grabbed me at the exact moment I was miming her cross-eyed and happily cleaning off the tip of a cock. I was lucky I didn't bite my tongue. "APOLOGISE!" She screamed, shaking me hard. "APOLOGISE TO ME!" "Fuck you!" I finally managed to get out. "WHAT WAS THAT?!?" she shrieked. I couldn't tell if she was shocked or just actually hadn't heard. It was kinda hard to talk understandably while being shaken like that. "I said FUCK YOU!" She stopped shaking me then. "Why are you like this? You've ALWAYS been like this! A snotty-nosed little shit who just follows me around and fucks up my life! Well, FUCK YOU, brat!" She leant in then, until our foreheads were almost touching. Her eyes looked dangerous. "I know what you are. You're just a silly stupid little girly-girl who likes to play at being a grown up. Well, you're not. You're just a little brat. If you try really, really hard, maybe you could be a slutty little brat, but that's the best you could ever do. You're just a silly girl and you're not fooling anybody... Brat" I tried to hit her then. I was surprised, my arm just seemed to work on its own. She blocked it easily. "Oh yeah?" I said, when my anger levels had simmered down to the point where I could talk again. "Yeah!" she said, her face glowing with smug, superior victory. "Oh, yeah?!?" I repeated "Yep!" she turned and smiled at the still-watching hunk while she said it. "Yeah... Well... Well..." I sputtered in my rage, trying to think of a comeback. "If I'm such a little girl, then how come my tits are WAY bigger than yours?" It was only then, when I heard all the boys laughing and shouting "Woooooooo!" that I realised how much attention we'd called to ourselves. There was a big ring of laughing spectators, mostly boys. "What...?" Jessica said, looking down her nose at me, her eyebrows raised in that patented "I feel SO sorry for you!" way of hers. "Yep!" I shouted back. "I tried on all your bras - even that special red one that you keep hidden." Jessica started at that. She REALLY didn't want Mom finding out about that. I reached up and cupped my - if I do say so myself - pretty fucking incredible rack in my hands to emphasise my point: "I tried them ALL on and I could barely even get any of them closed. My tits were just popping out EVERYWHERE! I'm, like, two cups bigger than you! YOU'RE the flat- chested little girly-girl!" The watching ring of boys cheered with delight. Jessica wrinkled her nose. Oh God, she was taking the moral high ground. "Oh, PLEASE Mindy, like anyone cares about your rack!" There was a lot of shouted disagreement from the spectators. "Oh, yeah?" I snapped. "Well, your boyfriend really fucking loves them." I spun towards him, bending over so that my tits would be exactly at his eye level. The skimpy little top I'd borrowed from Jessica's room barely covered much at the best of times, the neckline was designed to pluuuuuuuunge and really show off everything that you had. And it was a little bit too big for most of me - a little bit loose around the shoulders. So when I leaned forwards like that and looked him in the eye, he could see EVERYTHING. I shimmied my shoulders a little bit to really get them moving. He was looking, all right. Leaning back lazily, that mysterious smile stronger than ever on his lips, his eyes were following the bounce and jiggle of my perfect boobs hypnotically. "He REALLY loooooooves them!" I smirked up at Jessica. "He can see that they're SOOOOOOOO much better than yours!" I reached up and started kneading them in my hands. Pushing them up as high as they'd go, jiggling them slowly around... I took a look myself, out of curiosity. Shit, I really AM stacked. Looking down into that bouncy wall of creamy tit, I even felt myself getting a bit turned on. I would REALLY need to spend some quality time with a mirror and my phone camera in the very near future. I glanced up again. Jessica's hunky-poo was certainly enjoying the show. He should have looked like a real idiot with that sleazy grin, but something about the way he was chuckling - as if enjoying a private little joke with himself - made him seem kinda creepy. I turned and smirked up at Jessica. She was glancing quickly between my bouncing tits and her date's obviously appreciative stare. She looked really stupid with her mouth open and that look of complete horror on her face. She was making a little "Oh!" sound every few seconds. It was kinda hard to hear over all the cheering boys, though. A lot were leaning over and crowding tight together to get the best view. "Oh, yeah. Your boyfriend really knows a pair of great titties when he sees them" I said. "Mindy!" she gasped, sounding breathless. "Stop that!" I loved the look on her face so much. Even Mom almost never looked that prudish and shocked. I moaned loudly (and not just for show, the tingling of the bra material rubbing against my nipples was really starting to make my knees feel weak...) and started, with mocking slowness, to lean in on her boyfriend's face. I'd never really rubbed my boobs in a guy's face before, but I couldn't think of better time to try it. "STOP IT!" Jessica actually shrieked. It was actually pretty nice. His face was a bit scratchy with stubble. He could motorboat super good too. I actually started to get a little bit wet. I turned and was about to smirk up at Jessica again when I realised that she wasn't where I thought she was. There was just an instant of blur from behind, and she leapt on me and roughly grabbed my shoulders. "WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOU!" She screamed as she spun me around. She wasn't gentle, It really hurt and I nearly fell over. She just stood there for a second, shaking me, spit flying from between her teeth as she looked angrier than I'd ever seen her. ...And suddenly the laughter and cheers started. Boys were gaping and whooping. You could tell it meant something. Jessica started to loosen her grip and look around. just as all the camera flashes started, she glanced down and froze. There was now a forest of phones lifted up in people's hands, all pointed at us. Jessica made another one of her little horrified gasps. The boys" cheering just got louder and louder. Everyone was staring at my chest. Just to join in, I looked too. My left boob had fully popped out of my slutty top and was happily jiggling there, still full of motion from Jessica's grabbing me, in full view of a room full of boys and their phones. Jessica looked back up at me, her mouth and eyes wide. They somehow got wider still as she did another breathless gasp of horror. We just stood there for a long moment, our eyes locked, the whole room in chaos except for us - standing as still as statues, my titty bouncing away... And I wasn't kidding - I have an AWESOME rack. Jessica's hands started flapping stupidly as she looked back-and-forth, taking in the room full of shouting, filming boys. They were acting like it was Christmas. Then Jessica suddenly turned back to me, and her hand flashed out... And pressed hard against my loose tit. I gave a little involuntary moan as the coldness of her palm pushed against my nipple. It was still hard and tingling from the guy's face. Just having it touched sent a bolt of lightning through me. The room was silent now. The boys stared - so did I, so did Jessica, so did the mirthful greeneyed dude - down at where my sister was squeezing at my naked breast. I couldn't hold back another little moan. Jessica was gaping - I couldn't believe her face could become sillier than it had been before, but it was. Her horrified look was constantly darting between my face and her hand, like she couldn't believe what she'd just done. I looked down at my breast, my sister's fingers splayed over it in a vain attempt to conceal it, and then slowly my gaze followed her arm up to her frozen face. She stared at me with something like guilt, and almost started to pull back her hand, but reconsidered and instead pressed it harder into my flesh. The silent army of phones filmed on. "I... I... I..." she said, looking less sure than I'd ever seen her... It was fucking awesome. I grinned at her and, for just the slightest fraction of a second, I was treated to the look on her face as she realised that I was going to do it. "God, sis!" I said loudly, wrinkling my nose just a tad. "I didn't know you felt that way!" She gasped at my betrayal. "I mean, you just can't keep your hands AWAY from my tits, can you?" The silence ended then, all of the boys laughing just as loudly as I knew they would, really enjoying how much I was playing this up for them. Jessica's mouth flapped open and shut like a fish, then suddenly, looking so self-conscious, she jerked her hand back like she'd been shocked. My boob bounced away again with its recaptured freedom. "I mean, NO WONDER you want me to stay away from boys!" I smirked. "But... But... But... I... I... I..." occasionally managed to slip from between Jessica's still-flapping lips. The boys were LOVING this. "I bet you wish you could just play with my boobies all night!" Jessica was looking at the faces around her as if she was cornered, her eyes rushing from one laughing face to the next, her lips moving mechanically... Then her feelings obviously suddenly took a turn and her gaze flew back to me, and she was suddenly filled with rage. I barely had time to twitch before she threw herself at me, grabbing hard at my clothes, scratching mindlessly at my face, and sending both of us tumbling to the floor. "I HATE YOU!" She screamed, her eyes filling with tears. "YOU'RE HORRIBLE! HORRIBLE!" She was lying on top of me now as we writhed on the floor, her hands on my shoulders, trying to slam my head against the ground. "I HAAAAATE YOU! I HAAAAAAAAAATE YOU! I'LL ALWAYS HATE YOU!" She was crying for real now, and I could feel her tears falling against my face. I opened my mouth, and she let go off my shoulders and slapped me twice hard across my face. Hard. We'd fought forever. As tiny kids, we'd always end up grabbing the same doll and squealing and pulling in opposite directions. I'd stolen her clothes since primary school. In family photos, we were always pouting and looking away from one another... But that was the first time she'd ever hit me. My vision blurred as my eyes watered. My cheeks ached. I could feel my bottom lip starting to tremble. I could hear her crying. "I'm... I'm sorry, sis" I finally managed to sob. Still perched on my chest, she looked down at me, her makeup ruined. "I... I..." I tried to say through my tears. "I just want to be like you. I've always wanted to be like you. You're so pretty and grown-up and cool, and..." I was crying so hard it was hard to continue now. "...And I'm just a little girl, I'm just a silly little..." She kissed me then. I was frozen with surprise for an instant. But only an instant. The ring of boys just watched silently, eyes wide, as we sniffed and kissed. I threw my arms tightly around her shoulders, pulling her as close as I could. She WAS really good with her tongue. I'm not sure how long passed before I felt those strong big arms lifting me. I wiped my eyes and I looked up in the gorgeous face of Jessica's green- eyed friend. Jessica and I stared at each other for a long moment. We were still standing so close. I could feel the warmth of her against me. I could smell her. Then, as one, we wiped the last of our tears away and let the man lead us through the late-night crowd. You could feel it. Beaming from all the boys. Such amazing respect for the guy that we were clinging to, our hands joined. A guy that had walked into a bar and left with two scorching hot incestuous sisters. A guy who was only smirking softly to himself as he calmly walked off to a threesome that would forever haunt the wetdreams of everyone else present. Jessica pressed against me, I could feel her panting. Almost as much as I was. We were at the door before I noticed that my breast was still bobbing away in plain view. Jessica gently stopped me when I went to pop it back in. The look on her face weakened my knees. A guy standing by the door was slowly shaking his head in wonderment as we stepped out into the cold night air - Jessica playfully pinching at my stiffening nipple and giggling at my squeak - his look said he wouldn't have believed it unless he'd seen it, and he didn't expect that anyone else would believe it when he told them. It was a look that said some things could only happen at the Pickup Palace.