Pretty Little Sluts

By Lilith Goode

What do you get when you mix hot white girls and handsome black men? Well, if you’re like these girls, you get a whole lot of fun! Our eclectic group of college coeds, housewives, budding teenage porn stars, and others all have one thing in common... They just love big black cocks and the men who possess them, and they’ll do anything to please them. And I do mean anything! (Also contains as a bonus story the original one I reference in my profile that got me started writing. It doesn't contain any interracial sex, but I think you might like it anyway.)

• Language: English
• Publisher: Lilith Goode
• Release date: Dec 9, 2022
• ISBN: 9781005863517

Lilith Goode

I was born in Fort Lauderdale, Florida back before it became a parking lot running from Miami to Palm Beach. In an attempt to escape my five and a half million neighbors, cockroaches, and hurricanes, I moved to Sault Ste. Marie, Michigan, which lies on the Canadian border in Michigan's upper peninsula, in the mistaken belief that anyplace located on a large body of water would have a lot of seafood restaurants. Not being much of a sports person, I missed the somewhat obvious correlation that in order to have seafood restaurants, the body of water has to be an ocean and not a lake. My writing career, such as it is, began when my computer tragically died at a very young age. As background, I should tell you I've long been a fan of Hentai, which is basically anime styled porn, and my favorite meme is where a sweet and virginal young girl has her first sexual encounter and immediately turns into a stark, raving nymphomaniac. When my computer went to computer hell (Seattle, Washington) I had just finished reading an article describing how Japanese anime is influencing Western drawing styles and memes more and more, and had also just finished reading several of Adam Warren's 'Empowered' comics, (which, if you haven't already, you should definitely check out). Suddenly having lots of free time on my hands, (if you want to spark your creative juices I strongly suggest trashing your computer) I began to wonder what a story done in my favorite hentai meme (nymphomaniac, remember?) would be like. I envisioned a young virgin who, on her eighteenth birthday, dreams of a sexual encounter with a stranger and who, upon awakening, realizes it wasn't a dream. Following which, naturally, she turns into a sex-crazed maniac. At first that was the extent of it, but as time went on I kept thinking about what, exactly, that would entail, and finally had to write it down so I could keep track of it. That story has gone through many changes, and I'm still not ready to publish it, although I hope to someday, but it got me interested in writing. (I did recently publish the opening scene in a collection of short stories called "Pretty Little Sluts" as a bonus feature if you'd like to check it out.) Since my favorite subject is sex, I naturally turned to erotica. (I've been told that what I write isn't strictly erotica, as apparently my stories come with too much of something called 'plot.' I considered toning the...

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Pretty Little Sluts

Copyright 2022 Lilith Goode

Published by Lilith Goode at Smashwords

This book contains scenes of an adult nature, including graphic sexual scenes, scenes depicting drug use, and obscene language. No one under the age of eighteen should purchase or read this book. All characters in this work are eighteen years of age or older.

Cover Image Credit: 123RF

ISBN: 9781005863517

What do you get when you mix hot white girls and handsome black men? Well, if you’re like these girls, you get a whole lot of fun! Our eclectic group of college coeds, housewives, budding teenage porn stars, and others all have one thing in common... They just love big black cocks and the men who possess them, and they’ll do anything to please them. And I do mean anything!

TABLE OF CONTENTS

Party Girl Part 1 – Party in the Rear

Fantasy Boys

Party Girl Part 2 – Party at the Motel

Devious Sluts

Chapter 1 – Firsts

Chapter 2 – Second Time’s a Charm

Chapter 3 – The Big Apple

Chapter 4 – The Neon Demon

Chapter 5 – Enjoy the Show

Chapter 6 – Panty Night

Chapter 7 – Ya Gotta Love Virgins

Chapter 8 – Cordy Pays a Visit

Chapter 9 – Amateur Night

Party Girl Part 3 – Too Drunk to Party

Masters and Slaves

Party Girl Part 4 – Girl Party

Robyn Hood and Her Merry Girls

Chapter 1 – Take Me Home Tonight

Chapter 2 – Fairy Godmother

Chapter 3 – Master’s Plaything

Party Girl Part 5 – Porn Star Sluts

Insufferable

Party Girl Part 6 – RPSOLA

Big Black Cocks Anonymous

The Girl

Party Girl Part 1 – Party in the Rear

Great party!

I glanced over at the black boy and smiled. He was worth smiling at. He was about my age, maybe a year or two older, and cute in a clean-cut way. He had a short afro and clear, medium brown skin that looked like it had never seen a pimple. He was definitely no gangbanger, and even though he was wearing a grey hoodie so I couldn’t really see much of his body, I’d be willing to bet he didn’t have any ink, or at least not much.

I didn’t either, at least not yet, although I was lusting for a tramp stamp. My mother would fucking kill me though. She’d give me the whole, Not while you’re living under my roof speech. As if I wouldn’t change that in a nanosecond if I could.

Still, I was in a good mood. I agreed about the party, although probably not for the same reasons. I liked it because there were very few girls at it. As the monopolists like to say, More for me.

Better yet, it looked like eighty percent of the guys there were black, which was kind of unusual in our small town. It looked like there were more black people than lived in our whole town, so I assumed a lot of them must have come from neighboring areas, which meant our unknown host must have invited them specifically. which further meant that he or she was probably black.

That was all right with me. I liked black guys just fine. I’d noticed I had better luck in the orgasm department with them, and that was, after all, the point, or at least it was for me.

I wasn’t sure if the black men I’d been with were just better between the sheets or it was a case of something in me responding to having a black lover, and I didn’t care either way. I was perfectly happy with the results. I’d leave the reasons for the philosophers to figure out.

It’s cool.

Wanna dance?

I put my arms in the air and we spent the next couple songs with him watching my boobs bounce up and down, a task made easier by the fact that I have big tits, I wasn’t wearing a bra, and my crop top was of the very sheer variety. Well, the last part didn’t make them bounce more, it just made it more fun to watch.

After the third song he asked, Want a beer?

Sure.

As I followed him to the keg, I noticed a couple girls sneering at me. I smiled, knowing they wished they had the courage to wear a skirt as short as the one I had on or a top as transparent.

They were just jealous. I wasn’t sure what they were doing at the party to begin with because one look at them told me they were the type who thought the phrase, I’m not prejudiced but proved they weren’t, rather than the opposite. It was apparent by the way they were sort of huddled together, trying not to stand too near the black kids having fun while casting furtive, nervous looking glances at them, as if any moment they expected them to stop dancing and start shooting each other.

My new friend handed me a beer in a red plastic cup before getting himself one.

My name is Dixon.

Tracy. You can call me Trace.

Do you go to Medville?

He meant Medville community college. The party was being hosted by someone who went there. They’d stuck flyers up all over campus. It was at an old, slightly ramshackle farmhouse out in the middle of nowhere, which meant there was plenty of room for the crowd that had shown up and very little chance that the neighbors would call the cops on us. Whoever was throwing it had splurged on a DJ and a killer sound system, so the lack of neighbors nearby was definitely a good thing.

Yeah. You?

I’m in my last year.

I’m in my first.

We made small talk as we got to know each other. He planned on going to the nearby state college when he graduated, and I was still trying to figure out what I wanted to do with my life. I always laugh at the TV shows that are full of kids getting ready to graduate high school who have their whole lives mapped out and are stressing over what college they were going to get into. It certainly wasn’t the approach me and my friends took. All I knew for sure about my future was that I wanted to get laid before the night was out.

As if he could read my mind, Dix said, I have some blow. Want to go to my car?

Lead the way.

He smiled and took my hand. I felt a pleasant tingle run up my spine when he squeezed it as we began walking towards the field everyone had parked in.

I was impressed by his ride. It was a boat, one of those big old cars from the seventies that looked like it was still in okay shape.

What’s this?

Ford LTD.

I like it.

He smiled, and I could tell he was proud of his ride.

It’s a nineteen-seventy-nine LTD II with the vinyl roof and opera windows. Some day when I have money, I’m going to fully restore it. But you want to know what I like best about it?

What?

It’s got a nice, big backseat.

I giggled.

Hold on. Just give me a second to get ready.

He looked at me quizzically and I smiled at him as I slipped my panties down my legs. His smile grew wider as I stepped out of them.

There. My mother told me to always dress appropriately for the occasion.

Laughing, he said, After you as he opened the rear door.

You just want to look at my butt.

True.

I bent forward as I climbed into the back seat, jutting my rear rearward as my skirt hiked up to show off my naked ass. I paused to look over my shoulder when I was halfway in.

Well?

He cupped one cheek with his hand and squeezed it.

Very nice.

Thank you, sir. I work out.

What do you do?

Whatever you want, baby. I’m in the mood for a good workout.

He laughed as he squeezed my cheek again and then I finished getting in the backseat. He was right. It was huge. There was definitely room to sprawl out on the almost cot-sized rear seat.

When he sat next to me, I placed my hand on his leg and gave it a slight squeeze as he took a small leather pouch out of his hoodie pocket. I ran my palm up and down his thigh, which felt nice and muscular beneath his faded jeans, as he got busy cutting lines on a small mirror. He laid out four of them and passed me the mirror and a metal straw, and once I’d snorted two he did his before retrieving a slightly wrinkled joint from the pouch.

I see you come prepared.

I was a boy scout.

What a coincidence. I’ve done a lot of boy scouts.

He lit the joint and we passed it back and forth. When it was almost finished, I slipped it into my mouth backwards and gave him a shotgun. By the time it was over, I had rolled on top off him and was straddling him as his hands fondled my ass.

I stubbed the roach out in one of the small ashtrays conveniently located on each of the door’s armrests and then placed my hands on either side of his head on the backrest as I looked down at him.

So, what do you want, Dix?

I want you.

Another coincidence.

I rolled my crop top up and lifted it off me before leaning down to press my lips against his. His hands went to my breasts, and I sighed contentedly as he began kneading them as we kissed. After a minute or so of teasing me, he slipped his tongue into my mouth.

Soon I was squirming around on his lap, dry humping his cock through his jeans as he tweaked my nipples. My skirt was rolled up around my belly like a belt, so basically all I had on were my bright white sneakers with the four-inch platform bottoms. He moved his lips to one breast and began sucking on my tit as I moaned.

Fuck baby, I want you bad.

He dropped his hands to his jeans, and I raised my hips into the air so he could push them down his legs. Once they were around his thighs, he held his cock still as I got it centered against my pussy. It was nice and long and fat, and I groaned with anticipation as I felt it sliding inside me when I lowered myself onto it.

Oh God, fuck yeah!

We went back to kissing as I began raising and lowering myself on his cock, slowly driving it deeper. I could feel it stretching me out as I moved.

God, that’s fucking big! Oh yeah, fuck, God that feels so good! Do you like that baby?

He smiled at me and replied, Tight.

With a giggle, I answered, Loosen it up, baby.

No problem.

He began thrusting his hips upward and I groaned again. As our motions began speeding up, I noticed black faces beginning to look in the windows at us.

Fuck, baby, we’ve got an audience.

My friends.

Yeah?

Is it okay?

Fuck yeah, baby. I love big black cocks. Is that all right to say?

No problem. I love tight white pussy.

I giggled.

We were made for each other. Are they gonna fuck me?

If you want.

I felt a thrill run down my back and I shivered with excitement. I’d fantasized about being gangbanged by a bunch of black boys. It looked like my fantasy was about to become a reality. Not to mention that having an audience was turning me on considerably.

Yeah.

Okay.

You want to cum in my pussy or my mouth?

We’ll start in your pussy.

I love an optimist. All right, come on, give it to me, cum for me baby, give it to me good, cum inside me baby, be my first tonight.

As I spoke, I sped up my motions. Suddenly Dix clutched my butt cheeks and lifted me up as he began thrusting his hips upward rapidly. I shrieked a little as I came, and as I did my cunt clamped down on his cock and it erupted inside me. I rode him as his cock continued pumping his fresh seed into my womb, and then rolled off him.

Fuck! That was great!

Ready for more?

Yeah. Can I have a couple more lines first?

Sure.

I shimmied out of my skirt as Dix got the lines ready. Once I’d done them, he climbed out of the car and another black boy climbed in. He had unkempt hair and a big smile, which I returned.

Hi. I’m Trace.

Trey.

Let’s get you out of those things, Trey.

He lifted his T-shirt up as I began working on his jeans. I slipped them down his legs to his knees, then wrapped my fist around his cock as I leaned over to begin sucking it. He fondled my ass as I worked, and soon I was humming the mmm mmm mmm song as his cock filled my mouth. I love the feel of a big black cock gliding back and forth between my lips as I suck it.

He came in my mouth, and I swallowed it. He was still semi-hard, so I sucked his cock until it was hard again and then raised my head.

How do you want me, baby?

On your back.

The backseat was plenty big enough for me to sprawl out. Luckily, I’m only five-two and petite except for my breasts, which are way oversized for my frame. Sometimes they hurt my back and I think about getting a reduction, but then I think about how much the boys like playing with them and decide against it. Maybe when I’m older and they start to sag. At the moment they stick straight out. I look like one of those pin-ups from the fifties, the ‘sweater girls’ who looked like they were wearing cone-shaped bras beneath their tops. Except I don’t usually wear bras.

I spread my legs wide, placing one foot on the front seat’s backrest and the other along the rear seat’s backrest as Trey positioned himself between my thighs. I took a moment to admire my sneakers resting on top of the opposing seatbacks as he rubbed his cock up and down my pussy. His dark brown skin looked good in between my pale white calves, which seemed to glow slightly in the moonlight that filtered in through the windows.

Do you want this?

Oh, fuck yeah baby, I want your cock.

Tell me you want my big black cock.

Giggling, I said, I want your big black cock inside my tight little white pussy so much baby. Fuck me with that big black cock baby, stick it in my pussy and fuck me as hard as you can with it.

Smiling, he slipped it in me and leaned forward so he could play with my tits as he fucked me. He began pumping his hips back and forth while I stared up at him, watching his face as he drove his cock in and out of my willing body. He wasn’t as good looking as Dix, who had an appealingly boyish look. Trey had sharper edges, with a jaw that jutted out a little, pronounced cheekbones, and a wider nose. Dix was cute. Trey was exciting. Dix was who a girl would want for a boyfriend, and Trey was who she’d want to cheat on her boyfriend with.

When I felt my orgasm approaching, I began moaning, Oh God oh God oh God oh God oh God and then my body began shaking as convulsions tore through me. He pulled out and aimed his cock at my tits, and I reached down to rub my clit as he began ejaculating all over them.

When he finished spraying me down, I smiled at him.

Fuck baby. That was a first for me. No one’s ever cum on my tits before.

Here.

He handed me his t-shirt.

You don’t mind?

You need it more than I do.

I smiled at him again as I began wiping myself down. As he exited the car, I wiped up the cum on my inner thighs and groin before patting my pussy dry as a new black boy climbed into the back seat. He pushed his jeans down and without a word moved between my legs to slip his cock inside me. He placed his hands on the seat on either side of my torso for support, so I held onto his wrists and watched his face change as he first fucked me hard and then filled me with his cum.

When he was through, I lay there with my legs spread wide, my feet on the opposing backrests to show off my pussy, which I wiped down again with the t-shirt as the next boy entered first the car and then me.

By the sixth I knew it wasn’t just Dix’s friends, or at least not just the ones he’d come with. Apparently either they’d invited their other friends to join in, or other black boys had noticed what was going on and decided to partake on their own. I lay in the backseat, naked and ready, legs parted in anticipation, smiling at each of them and sometimes fondling my breasts as they took turns climbing into the backseat.

I’d been looking for some action and this was surpassing my wildest dreams. I’d lost count of how many orgasms I’d had as the boys took turns with me. I’d long fantasized about being gangbanged by a bunch of black men, or at least having them line up to take turns with me, and now all of my fantasies were coming true. Better, they were all strangers, which just added that little extra dollop of special on top that was making me feel like I was trembling with excitement each time I stared up into a new black face as its owner’s big black cock pushed deep into my pussy.

Sometimes one of them would let me sip from his beer, and two gave me bottles of water, which I appreciated. As the eighth boy was fucking me, he asked, Can I fuck your ass?

Sure, baby. Let me get some lube.

He climbed off me and waited while I retrieved a tube from my purse. I got on my hands and knees, my face to the window, as he lubed my anus. I saw black faces staring back at me through all the windows, and several phones being held up to record the action as the young men took turns taking me.

That excited me too, knowing that soon total strangers all over the world would be able to see me being fucked by the succession of black boys, could watch as they pumped their big black cocks in and out of my pussy and my ass while I moaned and begged for more, could enjoy my expressions as they made me cum again and again, would be able to see how much I enjoyed having the black boys fuck me.

I’d often wondered what it would be like to be a porn star. I was sure it had its downsides, but still, there was something about the thought of being paid to have sex that appealed to me. And it seemed much safer than being a prostitute, which was the only other way I could think of to make any money off of my favorite hobby. The trick would be to make enough money to move out of my house before my mother found out.

The young man nearest me tapped on the rear window and I rolled it down.

Hey, will you blow me?

Sure.

He smiled, and as the boy behind me pressed his prick against my anus and forced it inside me, the boy standing next to the window shoved his jeans down and held his dick out to me. It was already nice and hard, so I pushed my head out the window and wrapped my lips around it, staring up into his face as I began sucking him while the other boy gently pumped his hips to force his own cock deeper into my rectum.

After that, the boys began double teaming me. I stayed on my hands and knees, sucking cocks through the window while boys took their positions behind me to fuck my ass or my pussy.

By the time the party broke up and there was only one other car left in the field other than my own it was down to four boys, including Dix. The one fucking my pussy grunted and came.

Thanks.

Anytime.

Can I have your number?

This had become a popular request. I rattled it off and told him my name, and he said, Thanks again before heading towards the last car. There were only three boys left, Dix, Trey, and a young man named Jonas. Dix climbed in the back seat on one side of me and got out his kit, while Jonas sat on my other side.

Get on my lap so Trey can get in here.

I boarded him sidesaddle, and he scooted into the corner and Dix moved over so Trey could get in next to him. Dix handed me the mirror and I did two lines, and then he lit a joint before going back to work chopping more lines. I took a hit before holding it to Jonas’s lips, since his hands were busy, one of them playing with a tit and the other between my legs.

What time is it?

A little after four. How do you feel?

Fucking amazing! Any idea how many boys there were?

Trey snorted a laugh.’

Shit. Dozens.

Dix spoke up.

Probably not dozens. I’d say more than twelve, but less than two dozen. But some of them came back for seconds.

Fuck.

You’re not sore?

I will be tomorrow. Not now.

Want one last one before you go?

Hell, yeah. I want all of you.

At the same time?

Yeah.

Okay. You really like black cock.

I love it.

Do you fuck white guys?

Not really. Once in a while. I prefer black guys.

Why?

Your cocks are bigger.

Really?

No. I don’t know. I haven’t done that many white guys. I just like black ones better.

Have you ever done this before?

No. I’ve been with two black guys a couple times, and once three of them took turns, but nothing like this.

But you liked it?

I fucking loved it.

You should be a porn star.

With a giggle, I replied, With all the phones pointing at me I think maybe I already am.

Does that bother you?

It gets me kind of hot. I like knowing that other people all over the world can see you all fucking me. Sometimes I fantasize about being in a porno.

If I call you sometime, can we shoot a real video? Like with a video camera?

You have a video camera?

I have a lot of equipment. I was in the AV club in high school.

You don’t look like a geek.

He smiled.

Geeks grow up.

Thank God.

I thought about it. I’d hated high school. I’d only gone to college because I didn’t know what else to do and it got my mother off my back, but as far as I could tell the only difference was that now I was paying to skip class.

What are you going to do with the video?

What do you mean?

Will it make any money?

He looked blank, so I added, Are you going to sell it? Will I get paid?

Um – I hadn’t really thought about it.

Would you know how to do that?

I’m not sure. I could look into it. I think mainly it would be a case of finding a distributor.

I’ll do it if you figure out how to make money off it.

You want to be a real porn star?

Maybe. I want to do something, you know? How much do porn stars make?

No idea. They didn’t teach that in audio visual class.

That’s the problem with public education. They never teach anything useful.

He laughed.

All right. But even if we figure out how to make money off it, I’ll need something to show the potential distributors, so we should shoot one that I can use as a sample.

All right. That sounds fair. Just one guy then, right?

Whatever you want. Will you pose for pictures?

Sure. Can we sell those?

Again, I’ll look into it.

When? I mean when do you want to make the video and take the pictures?

Tomorrow? Late, like two or three?

The next day, or the current one really, was Sunday, so that worked for me. I wasn’t much of a church goer.

Great.

You’re pretty cool.

Thanks. I like you, too.

I stubbed the joint out.

Ready?

How?

One of you lay down. I’ll get on top of him and one of you gets behind me while the other one gets in front. You can rotate if you want.

Might be difficult in this little space. I haven’t fucked your ass yet, so I’ll get behind you.

Jonas said he’d do my pussy, so he lay on his back and I climbed on top of him. Once his cock was inside me Dix lubed my ass, which probably wasn’t necessary by then but was still a nice gesture. I really like the sensation of a hard black cock inside my asshole when it’s been freshly lubed and it’s all kind of squishy and slick feeling, before the lube starts drying up. Why can’t someone invent a longer lasting lubricant? If we can put a man on the moon…

I smiled as I felt him sliding his cock home. Oh yeah, I was gonna make a great porn star. I visualized myself starring in a real porn video, lying naked on a bed with some buff black actor while a bunch of people stood around watching, pointing cameras at me and telling me what to do. I moaned as I realized how badly I suddenly wanted that. Before it had been mostly a daydream, but now it had become a goal.

Trey got on his knees in front of me and I wrapped my lips around his cock. I took a moment to appreciate how good having a big black cock inside my pussy, ass and mouth at the same time felt. It was something else I’d dreamed about. My first time. I was pretty sure it wasn’t going to be my last.

Soon I was moaning and grunting as the boys fucked me, my body impaled on their hard shafts as they pumped them in and out of me.

They must have been feeling the excitement too because it wasn’t long before they began cumming. Dix came first, filling my rectum as I moaned happily, and then Trey came in my mouth. Once I’d swallowed his offering, I moved my lips to Jonas’s ear and began moaning, Fuck my pussy baby, fuck my pussy with that big black cock, oh God baby, fuck it good baby, I love your fucking cock baby, cum for me baby, cum inside me, oh fuck yeah baby, yeah, harder, oh God just like that, oh God, oh fuck, oh my God!

My body spasmed as I came hard, and a second later Jonas’s cock erupted inside me, filling my womb with his warm cum as my belly rippled with the aftershocks of my orgasm.

I rolled off him and Dix called my phone so I’d have his number. I gathered up my clothes and got out of the car after promising that I’d really show up for the video, getting dressed as I stood next to the old Ford before I walked over to my own car for the drive home.

Once I was finally in bed I smiled up at the ceiling. It had truly been an excellent party. I hoped I’d be able to find copies of the videos of me on the internet. I decided I’d try to do so before I left for Dix’s house the next day. If I couldn’t, maybe he could get copies from the other boys, at least the ones he knew. I had no doubt they’d be sharing them among themselves.

After all, boys will be boys. And us girls love them for that.

The End

Fantasy Boys

I lay under the light silk sheet, wearing nothing to bed for the first time in my life, one knee upraised slightly and flopped over to the left, my right leg angled out towards the edge of the mattress.

As my fingers lightly stroke my slick pussy and play with the hard little nub of my engorged clit I watch the doorway where I’d left the French doors open. They’re back lit by the light of the full moon that’s riding high in the cloudless night sky. Tingles of excitement, like electric sparks, pulse beneath my skin as I stare at the opening from my darkened room, lit only by the soft glow of the fireplace and the light seeping into the room from the stars and the moon, creeping silently across the floor to stretch across my bed, shining softly on the pristine white sheet beneath which I lay. Waiting. Anticipating.

I picture it in my mind and it’s perfect. I want it to be perfect. I need it to be perfect. Briefly I wish again that I owned some sexy lingerie, something enticing and sensual and erotic, something beautiful to make me appear more than what I am. More than just a plain looking string bean of a girl who recently graduated high school and is killing time over the summer while waiting for college to start. One who has embarrassingly ginger colored hair, too many freckles, and too little body, and who still wears Hello Kitty pajamas to bed. I even still have braces, for Christ’s sake! And, according to my dentist, I will for at least two more years.

One who is amazed at what she’s doing, or is about to do. Wants to do, so badly. Yearns for it so desperately.

One who’s boyfriend of two years had just dumped her that morning, the morning of her nineteenth birthday.

*****

You’re breaking up with me?

I stare at Weston in bewildered shock.

On my birthday? I add in what, to my ears, comes out as entirely too whiny. Too needy.

I just think we need to take a time out for a little while. Cool things off before you leave for college. It will be harder for both of us if we wait until then.

My temper flares at that.

What the fuck does that mean? You were planning on breaking up with me then? Funny, I don’t remember you ever mentioning that all those times you were trying to get me to spread my legs for you. You know, those times you said we were meant for each other, and we’d be together forever?

His eyes shift to the right and suddenly I get it. I almost laugh. It’s just too cliché. He had been planning on breaking up with me all along, and only said those things to try to get me to let him fuck me. I wonder how long he’s felt this way, when his feelings had changed.

Ironically, I’d been planning on letting him that night, after my party. I think about telling him, taunting him, but decide he might decide I’m lying to try to get back at him. He would probably think he scored a point. Fuck that.

Besides, I have a pretty good idea when his feelings had changed, and they coincided with the day Sheila moved in two houses down from him. Sheila, with the perfectly oval face and the perfectly long, sunny blonde hair, complete with sky blue eyes and a body that a Playboy model would kill for. Fucking Sheila, who’s a year older than Weston and spends her nights hitting the clubs.

Suddenly I realize that I haven’t seen much of him since he’d turned twenty-one a month earlier. I’m not a late-night person, partially because I work at a local boutique and have to be there at eight in the morning and partially because I just seem to be a morning person. Usually we hang out after dinner, maybe go to a movie or something, but there had been a lot less of that lately. Now I was pretty sure I knew why.

It doesn’t mean we can’t still see each other sometimes…

I’m not sure if he’s trying to change the subject by holding up what he undoubtedly thinks of as a peace offering or if he actually has the balls to try to have his cake and eat it too. In either case, fuck that as well. And fuck him, metaphorically instead of literally, as I’d been planning on a scant five minutes earlier.

And to think I’d actually been looking forward to it. When we’d first started dating, I’d been young and too inexperienced, unwilling to do much more than make out with him. After a while it became a routine, sort of a habit, to reject his attempts to take things further, always unsure whether the older boy was just trying to use me to get what he wanted and then planned on discarding me.

Eventually I’d decided to wait until my birthday, after I’d graduated high school. Sort of as a special surprise for him and a symbolic gesture to myself, marking a turning point in my life, a milestone. Now I’m glad I waited. I guess my subconscious mistrust of him had been right all along.

Fuck you, Weston. I don’t need your shit. I’m outta here.

Turning, I walk towards my five-year-old Toyota. He doesn’t try to call me back. So much for together forever.

*****

Pinpoints of perspiration dot my flesh, although it is cold in my room with the doors open.

I’d left them open even though it was forecast to get down into the mid-forties that night because it seemed more romantic, more inviting than if Derek had to open them and sneak inside like a thief in the night. To compensate I’d built a small fire in the gigantic fireplace that dominates one side wall of the room. That, too, I’d considered a romantic touch.

There’s a light breeze blowing inland from the ocean across the street, and my sheer, floor length white curtains billow inward, bringing the tangy smell of salt water into my room, making me feel like the heroine in some Victorian romance novel waiting for her lover to appear. One from the time when the old house in mid-coastal Maine had been new perhaps, some hundred and fifty years ago.

Although the heroines usually are given more vivacious bodies than I have, with fulsome breasts barely contained by their low-cut bodices and ripe, succulent thighs beneath their petticoats and skirts. I barely manage to pull off an hourglass figure according to the old ten-inch rule and then only because I have a tiny wasp waist that measures all of twenty-two inches around, making my thirty-two ‘B’ cup breasts and thirty-three-inch hips appear large by comparison.

Or at least largish. I do have a nicely curved ass but it’s no booty butt, along with pipe stem arms and legs, and to top things off I stand a whole five feet two in my stockings, weighing in at ninety-three pounds. I guess as soon as I gain five pounds or so I’ll lose the coveted hourglass figure designation, unless I have a breast and butt job. Which definitely isn’t on my bucket list. I may wish I had larger breasts, but not enough to let someone cut them open with a knife. Now if they ever come out with a pill for it…

God, where is he? Suddenly I’m filled with doubt. Had he been kidding, killing time teasing me, laughing at what a loser I was behind his bantering words? Tears form at the edges of my eyes as I think that would just be too much. The day had started out terribly, but had steadily improved as it progressed, ending with an excellent party which was just a prelude to what I fervently hope will be the grand finale. He must have been telling the truth! He had to have been!

But the more I think about it the more certain I become that he isn’t going to show, had never intended on it. I should have realized it when he said he couldn’t make my party. But he’d sounded so sincere when he told me he’d like to see me later. Or maybe I’d just wanted to believe him, to believe that the boy I’d had a secret crush on since my freshman year of high school could possibly be interested in me.

And yes, the crush had continued even after I’d started dating Weston. After all, even a girl with a new boyfriend can continue to secretly crush on the handsomest, most popular boy in school, and the top basketball player to boot. He’d taken us to state and won it during his last year there, when I was a junior, and now he plays for UCLA. Around mid-year he began starting even though he was only a freshman. He ended the year as the top per-game rookie scorer in the country, and it’s rumored he’s already being wooed by some of the pro teams.

I’m not exactly a sports fan, but I attended every game he played during high school and watch his college ones when they’re broadcast. I recognized him instantly on the streetside court as I was driving home from Weston’s house.

*****

I’m still fuming as I drive home. As I near the basketball court something catches my eye. I usually don’t pay any attention to the boys playing there, but my subconscious must have been looking because suddenly I find myself staring at Derek Jameson.

Without thinking about it I pull into the parking spaces in front of the lot, staring at my idol with unbelieving eyes. God, he looks so good! It’s been over a year since I’d last seen him in the hallway at school, but I’d recognize him anywhere. He’d grown his hair out a little in college, not quite into an afro but halfway to one, and added sharp, forward jutting edges to his sideburns, as well as a trim mustache and small goatee, but he’s still the handsomest boy I’ve ever seen.

I didn’t like the changes at first, but once I grew used to them, I decided they made him look older, edgier, and eventually they’d even turned me on a little. I would watch him playing on the television and imagine what the mustache and goatee would feel like if we kissed. Sometimes, at night, I imagine what it would feel like if he kissed me down there, where I’ve never been kissed before, and I stare at the ceiling with my eyes closed as my fingers work rapidly beneath the covers until I call out his name softly as waves of pleasure roll through me.

I don’t realize how raptly I’m staring at him, or how foolish I must look sitting in my car, until one of the boys, laughing, says something to Derek and he glances over at me. To my horrified amazement he begins walking towards me.

My hand starts to move towards the gear selector, then stops and hangs in mid-air, trembling a little. Oh, God, what am I going to say to him? He doesn’t even know me! He’s going to think I’m an idiot! Why had I stopped? What should I do? Oh fuck, he’s at my window, leaning down to glance in at me. I stare at him with wide eyes and he grins and taps the glass with his knuckles. Oh God! I touch the window button and the pane of glass separating us slides down.

Hey, Chantelle, what’s up?

My eyes open even wider in shock.

You know my name? I squeak.

We went to school together for three years. We live on the same street. Of course I know your name he replies laughingly.

But – but – but

Chantelle, would you mind if I ask you something?

Me? What?

I’m still squeaking like some sort of moronic mouse.

Why is your makeup running?

What?

I grab the rearview mirror and angle it so I can see myself. Oh my God, I look like a clown! I hadn’t even realized I’d been crying. Suddenly I burst into hysterical sobs. I’m not sure if I’m crying because of Weston breaking up with me or because I know I’m making a total fool of myself in front of Derek. Well, even if I hadn’t been before I certainly was now.

I feel his long fingers lightly touch my forearm, and even in my hysteria I’m shocked at the sudden intense rush of desire that courses through me. I’ve