He just shook his head.
“Amber, you're a sweet young virgin and you know it,” he said to me. “No way a kid your age has done that.”
I just shrugged and looked away, without really answering. But then Ray walked in, killing that particular line of conversation. He, of course, had another cold can of beer in his hand.
“Hey,” he said, looking to each of us. “You both look guilty.”
I laughed.
“Jack told me a dirty joke,” I said. “With the word fucking in it-”
“What?!” Ray looked shocked. He'd never heard me use that word either and couldn't believe Jack would say it in front of me. “Jesus, Jack, she's just a kid-she's still in elementary school, in the 5th-grade.”
“I'll be a 6th-grader,” I corrected him. “In the fall. And I did already say cock in front of you both.”
“Right. But you're still just a kid.”
Ray was good-looking, too, a little shorter and heavier than Jack, and a lot more talkative. But Jack was ready to defend himself. He gave me a dirty look, then turned back to his friend.
“I'm not an idiot,” Jack told him. “Amber said it, not me.”
“No, she didn't.”
“She did. I swear, Ray, she said fucking, just like that.”
And he snapped his fingers, as if to demonstrate how easily I'd said it. That worst of all dirty words. Except for maybe cunt. In any case, I was highly amused at their argument by then.
“You guys!” I laughed. “I may be a stupid little kid, but I know what fucking is-a girl in my grade already got pregnant. A girl my age, named Mary.”
That shut them both up.
“Seriously?” Jack asked me. “Man, that's messed up.”
I nodded in agreement.
“It sure is,” I said. Then looked to both of them. “All the girls in my class know how to not get pregnant, so it was stupid on Mary's part.”
“Right,” Ray nodded. “Just don't do sex.”
I exhaled slowly, like I was dealing with a couple of idiots. “No, Ray, I mean having sex, fucking, but not getting pregnant.”
They both looked to me then, shocked all over again but clearly intrigued by the direction the conversation was heading-and uncertain whether to pursue it. After all, Ray was right. I was just a little kid, still in elementary school.
And my father was their best friend.
But, finally, taking another sip of beer, Ray asked, “Okay, so how do girls in your class have sex but not get pregnant? In case I ever meet a girl in your class.”
And he looked to Jack with a smirk, his idea of being hilarious.
“Ray, you're not as funny as you think,” I told him. “There's another girl in my class who had sex with two of our teachers, a man and a woman teacher, both just as old as you are.”
They got very quiet at that.
“You're lying,” Jack finally said. “You're making up stuff to shock us. I know you, Amber-you think it's real funny.”
“I'm serious,” I told him, then looked to them both. “They'd take her into the teacher's lounge after everybody was gone. And they'd both use their mouths on her, and she'd do it to them.”
“This is crazy,” Jack said. “A little 5th-grader?”
Ray waved for him to just listen, but I nodded: yes, a little 5th-grader.
“And while the woman teacher licked her in front, between her legs, the man teacher screwed her, fucked her, in her asshole-so she wouldn't get pregnant. That's how the girls in my grade do it.”
They were both stunned into silence, clearly disturbed by the story I'd just told them, an absolutely true one, by the way. About me, of course. I folded my arms in front of me and nodded, as if I'd just proved I was no little liar.
To be certain they knew it, though, I added a final touch.
“Mary got pregnant because she used her… pussy for sex, instead of her butthole, the way the smarter girls do.”
“Jesus Christ,” Jack breathed. “This is unbelievable.”
Ray was nodding, yet still drinking his beer.
“Jack, we need to tell somebody,” he finally said. “About those two teachers, doing that to the little girl…”
I suddenly realized I'd said far too much.
“No!” I told them. “I promised her I'd never tell. And she really liked doing it. In fact, she told me she loved it. They made her have one orgasm after another.”
“Amber,” Jack started, as serious as I'd ever seen him. “You have to tell us who it is, so we can report it. It's just not right-”
But I was shaking my head.
“No, no, no,” I said. “She's one of my best friends. And she's no little virgin-she's been with almost every boy in our class, using her mouth, too. Plus, I know she got the teachers to do it to her, not the other way around.”
“That can't be true,” Jack insisted. “But it doesn't matter who started it-”
“It does matter,” I insisted right back. “Anyway, I'll never tell, so we should just talk about something else. Like, are we going to be drinking any beer tonight? I don't like the taste, but I like the way it made me feel…and if I drink enough, maybe I'll slip and tell you her name.”
And Jack and Ray exchanged a look at that. One I really couldn't read.
Much later that night, after dark, they did let me drink beer with them.
And they did try to get me talking again, about all the sex stuff going on at my school, still trying, I was certain, to get the girl's name.
Without realizing-it was mine.
“I still can't believe girls in your grade do anal sex,” Jack started, sitting across from me in one of the two recliners. I was cross-legged on the couch, sipping slowly at my first can of beer. Almost half of it was already gone. “It's too far out there to be real,” he added.
“I feel a little wobbly,” I admitted, holding up my beer.
I was still in my clingy shorts and halter top, barefooted, and I was sitting back in a way that gave both Jack and Ray, sitting in the other recliner, a very good view of my gently bulging crotch.
Unless I was mistaken, they both were taking secret little looks at it.
Whether it was the drinking or my sexually-charged stories, I couldn't tell, but the atmosphere in the cottage had definitely changed.
And, having gotten rid of my panties an hour or so before, my clingy shorts clearly showed the not-so-subtle indentation of my slit, the darkening moist spot at the bottom of it becoming slowly more obvious.
Displaying myself that way was getting me increasingly more excited. And exceptionally wet.
“What were we talking about again?” I asked, a little fuzzy. “Anal sex? Or was it about all the blow jobs the 5th-grader girls hand out?”
“Those little girls do blow jobs, too?” Ray wanted to know. “Goddamn it, I sure went to the wrong school at the wrong time!”
I just laughed.
“Not all the girls,” I clarified. “But more than you'd believe. If a girl likes a boy, she'll suck him off without a second thought.”
Jack took a long sip of his beer.
“Suck his wiener, you mean?” he asked with a smile.
“His cock,” I corrected. “His dick. Either one. Most of the girls really like sucking a boy's cock, even when he goes off while she's doing it. Then she brags about it forever, that she made him come in her mouth.”
