Pam and the DrillChapter 3
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Debbie paused. "You have a brother?"
"Yeah. I thought you knew."
Debbie shook her head. "How old is he?" She set Pam's right hand aside and started on her left.
"He's eighteen. He plays hockey."
"Is he cute?"
Pam shrugged. "I guess so. He's my brother."
Debbie grinned. "Is he hung?"
"Is he what?"
"Hung, you know, is he hung?"
"What does that mean?"
"It means does he have a big dick."
Pam giggled, trying not to let Debbie see how nervous she was.
"How should I know?" She hoped Debbie couldn't tell she was fibbing.
"You're his sister, right? Didn't you ever see him naked?"
Pam blushed and looked away. Debbie watched her face. The room was very quiet. Debbie lifted Pam's hand from her knee.
"Your nails are done. I'll brush your hair while we wait for them to dry. Turn around."
She set the nail polish on the table by the bed and picked up the hair brush. Pam scooted on the bed, turned her back to Debbie and sat with her legs crossed, her hands resting on her knees and her fingers spread wide. Debbie was quiet while she brushed. Pam was afraid she said something to make her angry. She tried to think of something else to talk about, and remembered what the girls in math class said.
"I heard Mr. Smith has a big dick," she said, and wondered why she brought that up.
Debbie chuckled. "I heard that, too."
"Do you think it's true?"
"I hope so," Debbie said with a sigh. "I'd like to see it up close, to make sure."
"How close?" Pam turned to look at Debbie.
"This close." Debbie held the end of the brush up to her open mouth like a microphone. They both laughed.
"Would you suck it if you saw it that close?"
"Hell, yes," Debbie said, and they laughed again.
"Would you let Mr. Smith come on your face?"
Debbie laughed out loud. Her face turned deep red. Pam couldn't help laughing with her.
"I bet he'd shoot a ton of stuff, all over my face. I'd be like this," she said, and puffed out her cheeks and made her eyes bulge. They laughed harder. Debbie sighed and her eyes turned up with a dreamy look. "I'd love to do it with a guy who had a really big thing, just once, just to see how it felt."
"Why?"
Debbie shrugged. "I heard guys with big dicks do it better."
"Do you know any guys with big dicks?" Pam said.
"No. I mean, not really, I mean, I know guys who are bigger than others, but I never saw a guy who was really, really, like really hung."
She held out her hands like she was measuring a fish, and they spread farther and farther apart. Debbie laughed. Pam chuckled, but didn't look right at her.
"I just love the feel of it, you know?" Debbie continued. "I love to feel a guy's cock in my mouth. It's like, so warm and so hard, and it goes back and forth." She shivered and grinned. "I just love it like that."
"Will you show me how?" Pam said, looking back over her shoulder.
"Show you what?"
"How to ... you know, give a blowjob?"
"What do you mean, you've never done it before?"
Pam shrugged. "Maybe. But I don't know if I did it very good."
Debbie laughed. Her face turned red. "Pam, guys don't care, trust me. As long as you put his dick in your mouth, he don't care how good it is."
Debbie covered her mouth with the back of her hand while she laughed. Pam only smiled. Debbie stopped laughing.
"Ok, I'll show you. Turn around."
Pam turned around and they faced each other with their legs crossed. Debbie raised the hairbrush, holding it by the bristle end. The handle end was a round shaft with a blunt end.
"Pretend this is a guy's cock," Debbie said. "You know what one looks like, right?"
Pam giggled. "Sure. I'm not that dumb."
"Good. I hope you know what a cock looks like." She held the blunt end close to her mouth. "First, you kiss it, then you lick it a few times," she said, and pressed her lips to the handle. Her tongue poked out and ran up and down the handle. "Then you just suck on it." She put the handle between her lips and slid it in and out of her mouth. "That's it," she said with a shrug. "Oh, and make sure you don't let your teeth touch the cock. Guys hate that."
"Ok," Pam said with a confident nod.
Debbie angled the brush toward her. "Now you try it."
Pam licked her lips. "What do I do again?"
"Kiss it and lick it like you really like it."
"Will I?"
Debbie grinned. "I really like it."
Pam leaned forward and kissed the tip a few times. She stuck her tongue way out and ran it up the sides of the handle, just like Debbie did. She looked into Debbie's eyes. She had a smirk on her lips. Pam put her hand around Debbie's hand, pulled the brush closer, and closed her mouth over the end of the handle.
"Are you sure you never did this?" Debbie said.
Pam licked her lips and wiped her mouth.
"I did it a couple of times."
"With who?"
Pam shrugged. "A guy."
Debbie made a disappointed face. "Did you make him cum?"
"I guess so."
Debbie laughed. "I bet you did. He came in your mouth, too, didn't he?"
Pam blushed and giggled. "Yeah, he did."
Debbie shook her head and put the brush on the bedside table.
"You're something, you know that? I thought you were, like, all so innocent. You know shit, you just don't admit it."
"I just want to be good at it, like you."
Debbie laughed. "What makes you think I'm good at giving head?"
"Well, you are, aren't you?"
Debbie's laughing stopped. "Yeah. So what?"
"So ... I want to be good at it, too," Pam said, fingering the top edge of her sock.
"It's not so hard. I just showed you."
"What about kissing?" Pam said.
"What about it?"
"Well, I want to be ready when I get to do it with a boy. I want to do it right. We should practice on each other."
Pam watched Debbie's eyes, hoping she hadn't gone too far. She didn't look upset, though. She was looking down at the bedspreads and her lips were curled up in a grin. She looked up and her face was serious.
"Ok. It's easy. Mostly, you just let the boy do the kissing and you sort of go along with it. I'll be the boy. You just close your eyes."
Pam closed her eyes and leaned forward with her lips slightly parted. Her breath was shallow and weak, but her blood burned in her veins. The wait seemed like forever, until Debbie's lips touched hers, and lights flashed behind her closed eyes. She pressed with more force. Pam's lips yielded, and Debbie's moist tongue pushed into her mouth.
Debbie's hand touched her cheek. Pam tilted her head to the left and let Debbie's tongue push deeper into her mouth. Debbie's hands rested on her shoulders. Her lips moved down her cheek to her neck. Pam gasped and moaned from deep within herself.
"Was that good?" Debbie whispered.
Pam sighed. "Yeah, that was good."
"You think you'll be ready when you do it with a boy?"
"I guess so. Yeah, maybe," Pam said. Her head spun. She desperately wanted to feel Debbie's lips on her neck again.
"Does your brother turn you on?"
"I don't know. Why?"
"I bet he thinks you're a turn-on," Debbie said. She put her hands on Pam's chest and squeezed gently through her blouse. "You have nice boobs."
"Your's are bigger than mine," Pam said with a soft sigh. Her eyes were half closed. The room was silent except for her breathing. The touch of Debbie's fingers made her skin tingle.
"You think so?" Debbie said. She pulled her shirt up over her chest. She wore a lacy, black bra that matched her panties. Her breasts were squeezed into it, stretching the delicate fabric. She unhooked the catch at the front, between her swollen, soft breasts, and pulled the cups away, letting her breasts fall free. They bounced and shook. Pam turned her head, pretending not to look, but looked anyway, out of the corner of her eye. Debbie cupped them in her hands.
"Do you think my nipples are ugly?" she said, rolling the soft, pink points in her thumb and forefinger.
Pam stared at her nipples. Her mouth watered. The warm, moist area between her legs tingled and she squirmed.
"No," she said with a shake of her head. Her hair fell across her eyes and she brushed it behind her ears.
"Let me see your's," Debbie said.
Pam hesitated, watching her to see if she was serious. She seemed to be waiting. Slowly, Pam unbuttoned the front of her blouse. Debbie's eyes watched her hands eagerly. She wasn't sure what she should do. Her bra didn't open in the front. She untucked the blouse from her jeans. Her heart was pounding.
The corners of Debbie's mouth curled up. Pam set her blouse neatly aside on the bed, reached behind herself and unfastened the clasp of the bra with her trembling hands. The bra fell from her shoulders and she set it on the bed with her blouse.
"They're nice," Debbie said, staring at her chest. "They're not too small."
Her hands came up and touched Pam's breasts. Pam sucked in a breath. Debbie's fingers squeezed.
"They're soft, like mine. Your nipples are pretty," Debbie said, rubbing them between her fingers.
Pam bit her lower lip and moaned softly. Debbie brushed her long, dark hair back over her shoulders and pushed her chest out.
"Feel mine. What do you think?"
Pam placed her hands over Debbie's boobs and squeezed gently. Debbie's eyes closed.
"They feel soft. And they're bigger, too," Pam said in a low, breathy voice. Debbie smirked. "What's funny?"
Debbie's eyes opened. "Pam, you got a nice body, believe me." She touched one of Pam's breasts. "Your tits are really great. Don't worry about it. Guys really dig a girl with tits like your's."
She climbed off the bed. Pam cupped her own breasts in her hands and they filled her palms.
"You think so? They don't seem very big, not like your's," Pam said. She watched Debbie's breasts jiggle as she pulled her shirt off over her head, and was reminded of Mrs. Thorn's.
"I said don't worry about it. Besides, your's will probably get bigger in a year or two. Mine did."
"I don't know what to do with them."
"Just let guys touch them. My God, it's like all they ever think about. They can't keep their hands off my boobs." Debbie unfastened the button and zipper and looked down into her shorts. "My pussy is like, so wet." She dropped the shorts to the floor and stood by her dresser in her panties and socks.
"I like your underwear," Pam said.
"You do? Thanks." Debbie turned her hips, modeling the panties. She ran her hands down over her sides. Her fingers brushed over the mound of her pussy.
"I'd like to know where I can get some like that," Pam said. She watched Debbie's hand and was sure she could see the slit of her pussy lips under the panties.
Debbie opened the top drawer of her dresser. "You can have some of mine, if they fit."
"I can what?"
Debbie turned around, holding up a light blue satin bra with lacy fringe. "What do you think?"
"It's beautiful."
"Try it on," Debbie said, and tossed it on the bed. "These go with it." She tossed a pair of matching panties to the bed.
"Can I?"
"Sure. Why not?"
Pam scooped them up, got off the bed and started toward the door to change in the bathroom, but Debbie hooked her thumbs under the waistband of her panties and pushed them to her knees. Pam suddenly couldn't move, and couldn't take her eyes off Debbie's backside. She was completely nude, except for her white socks, and was bent slightly at the waist, looking through the dresser drawer.
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