wants to go clothes shopping, I can't imagine why.'
'Yes sir. I'll be here.'
'When is this silly hayride anyway?'
'This coming weekend.'
'I'll see that Jerry knows about it. I'd like to tell him personally about what time I expect him to bring you home.'
Annie watched her father open up his ledger again as she gathered her school books. Sure, he'd scare the wits out of Jerry most likely. As if Jerry needed anyone to crimp his style. He was already thoroughly crimped. He would be about as interesting on a date as a hundred pound sack of potatoes. But at least she'd get to go. Maybe she'd see Gil there.
In the middle of her sixth period class, Annie couldn't sit still any longer. She was thinking of Gil and how his fingers had felt when they'd stretched her panty crotch to one side and dug in the melting soft folds of her pussy. She had been daydreaming about it so much that her nipples had gotten swollen and her cunt was damp. She asked to be excused from the class and hurried down the hall to the girls' restroom.
She was alone inside and quickly found a stall. With the door securely locked she stripped down her panties and hiked up her dress. Her brown cunthair was stuck wetly together in little curliques. She touched a forefinger gingerly to the excited, hot swell of her mound flesh. It parted with a snick and she moved the folds around in their slick juice until she saw the tiny bead of her clit.
'Uhhhhh,' she sighed as she mashed the little nubbin down and let it bulge up again. Then she worked it around in circles, the tendrils of pleasure dancing up and down her body. She wanted to get her tits out too but it was too difficult to manage all this in the space of the toilet stall. And another girl had come in too. She heard the tinkle of pee in the pot next to her.
'That you Annie?' the voice said. It was Bobbie Ann Smith, a leggy redheaded cheerleader who had a reputation for being a pretty hot date. Annie acknowledged the girl's greeting. 'You going on the hayride?' Bobbie Ann asked after flushing her toilet.
'Yeah. My cousin.' Annie'd been almost ashamed to admit this fact.
'I'm going with Gil Blake,' Bobbie Ann said. She hadn't even tried to conceal the bragging sound of her voice. 'He's neat.'
'Yeah. Congratulations.' Annie sulked, her elbows on her knees. She could imagine Gil all wrapped around the tall redhead. She jerked up her panties and smoothed down her dress. Bobbie Ann was combing her hair at the mirror when she came out of her booth.
'I heard some things about Gil,' Bobbie Ann went on, glancing at Annie.
'Oh?'
'I heard that he's not afraid to actually,' Bobbie Ann leaned close to whisper, 'go down on a Gil.'
'Go down?' Annie didn't know what Bobbie Ann was talking about.
'Don't be so out-of-it,' Bobbie Ann laughed. 'You know what that means, don't you?'
Annie blushed. Now she had a pretty good idea. Bobbie Ann laughed at her embarrassment. 'So what's so great about that?' Annie said, trying to cover her dumbness. Bobbie Ann put her comb back in her purse and stared wide-eyed at Annie.
'What's great about it?' The tall redhead moved closer. 'I'll tell you what's so great about it. When a guy actually puts his mouth against a girl's cunt it feels so good that it can make her faint from pleasure.'
'Aw Bobbie Ann, you're kidding me…'
'Like hell I am. I had a guy do it to me once. He wasn't very good at it but I just about went bananas. I just had to grab his head and wiggle my pussy against his face unti…'
'I'd better get back to class,' Annie said. Her cunt was leaking juice into her panty crotch at an amazing rate. She was all trembling from listening to Bobbie Ann's graphic description of getting eaten. And she remembered too what Gil had said to her that day at church. He'd hinted that he'd like to kiss her down there. She shivered again, her nipples glowing as she pushed out through the door of the bathroom and hurried to her class. She was thinking of Gil dating Bobbie Ann. She was about to cry too. All she could see when she closed her eyes was Gil's open mouth getting closer and closer to the bright red curls of Bobbie Ann Smith's dripping pussy.
After school she walked directly to her father's antique shop. He never allowed her to stop for so much as an ice cream cone on the way home. And she was always afraid to test him. He had ways of knowing where she was every second of the day it seemed. But to Annie's surprise, Gil Blake was in the store talking to Brenda when she came in.
'There's a Mrs. Colson coming in to see about that dresser,' Brenda said, heading for the door. Annie thought she looked more radiant than usual. And the jeans she had on weren't the baggy ones she usually dragged around in. They fit her as tight as skin. Annie wondered, if their father had seen what his oldest daughter was wearing on her body. Gil waited until they were alone and then came over to Annie and put his arms around her waist. She pulled away.
'Hey, what'd I do?'
'Nothing. But I guess you're going to have a grand old time at the hayride with Bobbie Ann Smith.' Annie pretended to be scribbling something down at the desk. Gil shoved his hands in his pockets and came over to stand behind her.
'Well hell, I knew I couldn't take you. Your crazy father…'
Annie turned and put her arms around Gil. 'Oh Gil, promise you won't have too much fun with her.'
'I wanted to be with you.' He hugged her, his fingers creeping down to the outward curve of her ass. She liked him to touch her. She wasn't quite so scared anymore. She sighed against his chest as he kissed her hair, then the side of her face. Their lips met and she groaned louder as she ground her mouth up against his urgent tongue. Gil didn't waste anytime getting back to where he'd left off that morning at the church. She felt him lift the hem of her school dress and pet the white inner flesh of her thighs. Then he brushed the damp silken band that protected her virgin pussy from any who might catch a glimpse of it.
Annie made a weak attempt to keep his fingers from slipping under the elastic of the leg hole but let Gil go ahead and do it. He began to massage the plump, warm lips of her mound as she gasped and rubbed her small tits against his chest. She wondered how it would feel with both of them naked.
'Ohhh, Gil darling. I loved it at the church the other day. I couldn't get you off my mind.' They kissed again and this time she felt the pressure of Gil's finger against her cherry. She whimpered and breathed hotly against his neck as he massaged the thin membrane. Her cunt was making a slick mess of her panties, and Gil's fingers had to be glossy with her butter too. He was unbuttoning her blouse when they heard the cowbell on the front door jangle.
Annie showed Mrs. Colson the dresser she was interested in. Gil hung back, looking guilty and eager to continue what he'd started. It was all Annie could do to speak without her voice breaking.
'Why don't you call me when you decide,' Annie said at last. 'I'll be in the back.'
Gil followed her to the cluttered, darker back room. There were dusty pieces that hadn't been refinished yet and odds and ends that were hard to sell.
'Gil!' she sighed, crushing herself against him. His hands went directly to her panties and she felt him skinning them down over her plump, white bottom. A glorious thrill shot through her. She'd never had her panties clear off while with a boy and Gil was jerking them down past her knees now. 'No Gil, I'd better not.' He ignored her, letting the dainty pink things puddle around her ankles.
Now he thrust his hand up between her thighs without hesitation and she bit her tongue to keep from crying out as his finger dug roughly along her crevice. Thrill after thrill made her tremble. He massaged her clit until the butter had made her all shiny and wet down there. Wetter even than before.
'Annie, I want you so bad.'
'We can't do anything like that,' she moaned. 'But I could… I mean I could…' He seemed a little shy. Annie sensed what he was getting at. She told him yes with her eyes.
Gil tightened his strong hands around her waist and Annie jumped as he lifted her and sat her on the top of an old chest of drawers. Her cunt was just about level with his face and Annie blushed at the obvious connection. Gil could hardly look at her. But he wasn't afraid to look in under her skirt where it cut across the white flesh of her thighs. Then slowly he moved her dress on up, exposing her young, throbbing cunt. The pink insides were all pushed out from the excitement she felt. And as she looked down at her brown thatch of hair, she saw a wet spot
