'Then when I moved my hand up, he unzipped his pants and got himself out so I could touch him. That was like a signal for him then because he put his hand between my legs and inside my panties and right away put his finger in my pussy and started rubbing me.
'I was just going to touch him once, like you said I had to, and then get out of there. But then I couldn't. So while he rubbed me, I started moving my hand on him, too.
'Then he made me come!' she screamed excitedly. We all laughed and shared her excitement.
'Then I kept doing him like I had been and felt him getting close. When I knew he was going to go off, I put my hand over the end of his penis. And you know what?' She grinned through her blush. None of us did and just looked at her. 'Look!'
She opened her hand and it was filled with white semen. She put her hand on the back of the front seat by Ann and Ann, a silly grin on her face, licked her hand and laughed wildly. Veronica, always our wild one, grabbed her wrist and put her whole mouth over Becky's palm, sucking the sticky come into her mouth. Then she opened her mouth to show it sticking all around her tongue and lips. We all laughed at her gross display but, I noticed, Becky finished licking her own palm and grinned when she caught me watching her.
Chapter 16
Sunday.
We'd gone back to Veronica's house then and got Becky changed out of her little black dress and come soaked red panties. We spent a long time just putting all her mother's things back away where they belonged and talking, reliving and rehashing Becky's experience.
Then we all changed into our nighties, exchanging the heavy, long, and unrevealing one Becky had brought with her for one of Veronica's baby dolls, and sat on Veronica's bed telling boy stories until late that night. We slept until almost noon when we made breakfast, got dressed, and went home.
Like most every Sunday afternoon, it took me about two minutes at home before I was bored silly. I really think it's part of Sunday afternoons as a human. I guess because of the start of the week coming up the next day and all.
I took a shot at my homework – mostly just busy work and things that didn't interest me in the least. That's no excuse of course. You have to do a share of busy work just to stay where you need to be to get to the interesting stuff.
I heard the doorbell but didn't really respond to it. Then mom was at the door of the dining room saying, 'It's for you, honey.'
Not even excited about company, I drug myself to the door and found Will there looking like I felt. Down.
'Hi. Come in,' I said.
'I'm bored,' he said. 'How about a walk.' I shrugged and went in and told Molly I was leaving for a while before going to the door and out. It was pretty nice really with the remaining, still fall day. You could feel the end of the summer coming but it was still warm enough for the shorts and tank top I was wearing.
'So how are you?' he said as we walked down the sidewalk with no destination at all. I told him I was okay and shrugged. Our mood were so closely matched that it was frightening and not really all that pleasant since we were both down.
It did feel pretty nice when he picked up my hand and as we walked hand in hand that way for a while. And as we walked, I started seeing things I hadn't seen for a while.
A flight of birds flew very high overhead, heading south.
'Their internal clocks tell them when it's time,' he noted rather pointlessly. 'I feel like that sometimes. Like I ought to fly on to somewhere – I don't know – more comfortable or where the bugs get bigger or something.'
I knew exactly what he meant.
'Or like maybe I should finish my cocoon,' he said, reaching for a little wooly worm that had just finishing tying up to begin the process I was familiar with.
'Yeah. But that's not all that fun anyway. Just the blankness of sleep and then unthinking search for a mate. You can't even enjoy the flight or the mating.'
He was looking at me strangely and I sort of realized I was spouting some fairly inside information.
'I had to do a report on butterflies once,' I tried to explain but it came out a little apologetic or weak. The fact that I'd lived for a year as a similar species of butterfly assured my facts, of course.
'I'd think that staying away from birds would be a lot of work,' he said. I just nodded. Agreeing but not saying more. It had been half the effort. Just surviving long enough to live and even with human intelligence it had been hard.
We walked in silence for a while. I didn't think he'd noticed when, as we walked along beside a field, I surreptitiously noticed that the small red fox had her kits almost ready to go out on their own. That would wait, of course, until after their winter sleep together but that time would not really be like it had been during that first summer when she'd showed them all they needed to know and they played and practiced their living skills together.
I remembered this as a very loving time, full of the pure enjoyment of life. I'm sure that my face reflected my thoughts.
'She's very good with her kits,' he said, following my gaze. I stumbled as I realized he knew what I was looking at even though I really didn't think anyone who didn't know exactly what to look for would even know they were there.
'What?'
'The red fox there. She's very good…' He stopped as if realizing he said something he shouldn't have.
'How did you…' Then I realized that I'd overstepped. If he shouldn't have known they were there, then how should I?
'I, ah, saw them earlier this year. When they were little and, ah, didn't hide so well. I've been watching them on and off all summer.'
'Oh,' I said.
'How did you know?' I thought hard. I didn't want to lie to him but I didn't want to tell him that I'd found them a long time ago. When I was a dog it had been easy. Actually, I'd known they were there within hours of their moving in when the little fox had been an adolescent out on her first experience at life on her own. Her mother, I knew, was in a woods not too far away. I'd found her two summers ago.
'Don't answer,' he said then and my mind flashed from trying to think of an answer, any answer, to looking at him. He looked very serious and then led me over to the side of the field and sat down on a fallen log. I sat down next to him.
He grinned to himself and shook his head.
'Sue. I'm going to say something. Either you're going to think I'm crazy or you're going to lie to me because you're afraid or you're going to tell me the truth.' I didn't like this at all. 'I just hope you'll trust me and tell me the truth.'
He looked at his hands as he leaned far over and took a handful of the wheatgrass that grew in the field.
'I think you're hiding something.' I started to protest but he just held up a hand. 'I think you're not really what you seem to be.'
'What do you think I am?' He shook his head slowly.
'I don't have a name for it any more than you do. But you're much much more than a pretty young girl who lives with a nice family in this little podunk town.'
'It's a nice town. Nicer than any place I've ever been.'
'Anywhere? Even soaring through the skies?' He looked up at another wing of soaring geese overhead. I started to say something. Maybe to deny it. But he held up a hand and stopped me. I wondered why he'd said that.
'I think ' he started. 'I think you're a very special kind of being. A beautiful girl now.' He stopped again for long enough for that statement to sink in. 'But more. Much much more.' This time he didn't pause but looked into my
