“Mom,” said Joan’s voice. “I have a date with Jack and he’ll bring me home. Is it all right?”
“Yes, darling. Don’t be top late.”
“Thanks. Bye, Mom.”
“Bye, darling.”
I wonder if she’s putting out for Jack, thought Betty. She’s with him all the time. I wasn’t fucking anybody at eighteen. I was nineteen before I lost my cherry.
Betty rolled over and marveled at the thrills of the ping-pong balls produced. Her cunt was wet and she felt sure that she had tossed and turned all night to feel as good as she did. She put on a robe and left the ping-pong balls in place while she fixed coffee and toast. She made her bed and spent the next six hours sitting, standing, walking, running, squatting and bending with the four ping-pong balls in her cunt.
Betty had just finished dressing when Billy came home at four o’clock. “How was your weekend?” she asked.
“Fine.”
“And your father?”
“He’s okay.” Billy went up to his room and started on his homework while Betty went to the kitchen to plan supper.
CHAPTER 3
Joan was at a drive-in movie with Jack Edwards. He had his arms around her and was rubbing one of her tits as they watched the R-rated movie.
“What are you up to now?” asked Joan as one of Jack’s hands went to her, knee and started sliding up her thigh.
“Trying to convince you that you peed me.” His hand slid up until he met the fabric of her panties.
“Not like that, I don’t. Why do we always have to fight?”
“Because you won’t admit what you really want.”
“Well, I sure don’t want you sticking something in me. Not your finger or anything else.”
His fingers went through the leg opening of her panties and into her cunt hair. “Come on, Joan. You want it as much as I do. Let’s go somewhere and park.”
“No. You’d better move your hand.” She had a threatening tone in her voice.
Jack wiggled a finger and it found the slick juice from her cunt where it had spread out into her pubic hair. “See how slick it is? That proves you want me just as much as I want you.”
“The only thing that proves is that I’m human. Move your hand.” She shifted slightly in the seat, moving away from him.
Jack pushed his hand forward. His index finger slipped in her cunt cream and skidded between her pussy lips. Joan swung and caught him full on the cheek with her open hand. The sound of the slap could be heard several cars away and the sound as much as the pain brought tears to Jack’s eyes.
“Oh, come on. We can go somewhere and park and…”
“No, hell, we can’t! Take me home now, Jack, or I’ll never speak to you again.”
Jack started the car and drove to the house on Elm Street without talking. He pulled into the driveway and started around the car to open the door for Joan but she called, “Don’t bother,” she got out and went into the house.
The house was quiet, no sound came from either her mother’s or her brother’s rooms. Joan went to her own room and dressed for bed. After a few minutes she quietly got out or bed and tiptoed down the hall. She opened Billy’s door and stepped inside.
Only a trickle of light filtered through the window and Joan had to wait for her eyes to adjust before going over to the bed. She moved lightly, her bare feet making no noise on the carpet.
“Billy, are you awake?”