You know what that means?'
Jimmy laughed. 'That means you're the only virgin in the class.'
'That's not funny, Jimmy. I feel like a hypocrite.'
'Yeah, sometimes I do, too.'
'Well, you don't have to go around pretending you're a virgin! I do, because nobody would believe me if told them, anyway!'
'Oh, yes they would. Suzy's brother Arnold copped her cherry before she ever started on her cock-teasing campaign.'
Cathy's eyes widened. 'You're kidding!'
'No. I've been feeling so guilty about you and me that I did some research. We aren't so bad. Lots of the kids in school have done it.'
'Well, that doesn't make me feel better. I want to go to the prom!'
Cathy wailed.
'Gee, Sis, I don't know what to tell you.'
'Can you find me a date?'
Jimmy sighed and leaned forward.
'I'll ask the guys in school. I know the guys in my class aren't going to want to go to the prom with a freshman, but maybe one of them has a brother who goes to another school.'
'Oh, would you, Jimmy?'
'Yeah. I'm sorry. The least you could have is the right to sit here and say that the only reason you're not going to the prom is that you're a virgin, but you can't even do that.'
'That's not your fault,' Cathy said mournfully. 'I wanted it as bad as you did.'
The telephone rang.
It was Stephanie. 'Want to come to my house? Gerald's here, and he has a friend with him. He might be the answer to your problem!'
Stephanie's voice had a ring to it, as if she were up to something. And if Gerald was at Stephanie's house, Cathy was pretty sure that her parents weren't home.
It made her nervous. Gerald hung out with some older men, and even Cathy's mother, who wasn't too critical of Cathy's friends, had said that she didn't like 'that Gerald or his questionable friends.'
'I don't know, Steph. Wait till I ask Mom.'
'Oh, you chicken. Why do you always have to ask your mother?'
'Because!' Cathy said, slamming the phone down on the table, and storming out to the kitchen.
'May I go to Stephanie's house, Mother?' she asked, her tone belligerent. Her mother laughed.
'Well, of course. Were you expecting a fight from me?'
'No, but I'm gonna give fight to Stephanie. She called me chicken for asking you if I could go.'
'Stephanie's mother should get a good spanking for leaving the child free to do as she pleases without supervision. Of course you may go, dear. Have a good time, and be home by three. Daddy's going to take us all out to supper.'
Cathy went back to the phone.
'I can come,' she said.
'O.K. I'll wait for you. Hurry up! We're gonna have a lot of fun.'
Cathy didn't like the set-up, the minute she walked into the house. For one thing, both men were stripped to their jockey shorts, and Stephanie, giggling, met Cathy at the door in a bathrobe, and Cathy suspected that she had nothing under it.
She walked into the living room, and was introduced to Gerald, whom she knew. He was a darkly handsome boy, who always had a slightly snide look on his face, as if he had just got away with something.
Cathy was pretty sure that wasn't far from the truth.
The man with him was named Troy. Cathy gasped when she saw him. He was older, and went to another high school in the city. She remembered him because he was a basketball champ, and his team had beaten the team at her school several times.
He was also supposed to be the baddest boy in town. He lived in the ghetto with his widowed mother, and she had heard rumors about how he supported his mother and two younger sisters. The sisters always came to the games with him.
He was tall, and dark-haired, with dark, passionate-looking eyes. He sat, grining on the couch, in his jockey shorts, as Stephanie introduced him.
'He's one of Gerald's friends. He's agreed to go to the prom with you.'
Cathy got scared. Stephanie told her everything, and she knew that Stephanie frequently went to parties with Gerald, where all the girls and boys mixed it up.
Cathy thought it was marvelous and the stories always made her cunt cream wildly, but she didn't want to be part of such a scene, and she certainly didn't want to get fucked for the sake of a dance-not after she had promised her mother, and not when she had her brother to fulfill her sexual needs.
Jimmy and she had made a pact that Jimmy and she would have all the dates they wanted, but Jimmy would service Cathy's sexual needs until she was sixteen and could start to have sex herself.
Cathy felt honor-bound to the arrangement, peculiar as it might seem to some people.
She got very angry with Stephanie.
'I don't like this!' she exclaimed. 'I don't like it at all.'
'Where are you going?' Stephanie screamed, grabbing Cathy's arm, as she was about to go out of the door.
'I'm going home!' Cathy said, pulling away from Stephanie.
'After I got you a date?'
'I'm not going to be a whore just to go to a dance!' Cathy exclaimed hotly. 'And that's exactly what you're asking me to do. The whole school knows that only girls who have had their cherries popped get to go to the prom.'
'I asked Gerald, as a personal favor to bring a friend here, so you could get to the dance,' Stephanie said, looking aggrieved.
'I think that was very nice of you, but you didn't consult me first,'
Cathy said.
The sound of Troy's laughter arrested both girls.
'I don't know what you think is so funny, man. You've been done out of some ass,' Gerald said to his friend.
He walked behind Stephanie, and right in front of Cathy he began to massage her tits.
'We were thinking of a little get-together, but if you're chicken…'
'All right! All right! I'm chicken! I'm chicken because I tell my mother where I'm going, and I'm chicken because I promised her I wouldn't sleep with any of the boys in school until I was sixteen. So I'm chicken!'
Cathy started to storm out of the house again, but she was grabbed. She swung, alarmed at the grip on her wrist.
It was Troy who was holding her this time.
'You don't have to go,' he said. 'If you promised your mother you wouldn't have sex till you were sixteen, I don't think you're chicken for keeping your word.'
His voice was quiet.
'I'm sorry I got you into this, man,' Gerald said. Stephanie's robe now hung open, revealing all her luscious delicacies. Stephanie didn't seem to mind in the least.
'Come on,' Troy said, ignoring Gerald. 'We can sit on the couch and watch.'
'Watch?' Cathy asked, wide-eyed.
'Yeah, why not?' Troy laughed. 'It's a good sex education.'
He pulled her over to the couch, and sat her down beside him.
'Do you mind?' Cathy asked Stephanie.
'Hell, no! I love an audience. Maybe you can pick up a few pointers from me,' Stephanie said, smiling.
Stephanie shrugged the robe off, and paraded her excellent figure in front of Cathy and Troy. Gerald removed
