went back through the lot brooding. Janey backed out and after some hassling was steering us towards the highway. I let the wind blow through the vent, cooling my face and thoughts. Janey drove with her bare foot stretched down to reach the accelerator. For a while neither of us said a thing, but I knew Janey was itching to hear more details. I only wished I could pretend that the whole awful thing hadn't happened.
'Don't you want to talk about it?' Janey asked.
'I… I just don't know. I still have a hard time believing that anyone could be so mean. All those guys…' I bit my lip. My shoulders trembled.
'We'll be home pretty soon, Lorrie, don't worry. Your mom said she'd get a ride home with my old lady. I'll just stay with you till you feel better.'
When we swung around the corner of Maple and Main, I saw the red blazer parked in front of the Tip On Inn. My dad's car was there, too. Would it be possible that that drifter had the nerve to drink with my dad again after what he'd done to me m, my very own bedroom? I'd been raped twice in the past ten days. Twice! No, even more than that counting all those animals touching me, fucking me in the…
Janey parked by the trailer and we went in. At least my old man hadn't forgot to leave the air conditioner on. He was probably drunk out of his mind by now, palling around with Tony. After what Janey had said, I even doubted my dad now. What might he think if he knew Tony had fucked me? Would he go after Tony or blame me? I threw myself across my bed. I was starting to shake all over. Janey hovered near, a worried look on her face.
'Hey, you look like you're coming apart. You want me to get you a beer or something?'
'If there's a beer in the place, my dad's…'
'I'll look.' Janey went in the kitchen, called back. 'Nothing in the refrigerator but there's same booze left in this bottle on the table.' I tried to calm my shaking hands by pressing them against my thighs. It didn't help much.
'Yeah, better bring me some.'
Janey handed me a water glass full of bourbon and ice cubes. She watched me drink a couple of swallows and smiled when I coughed. I tried more. The warmth that spread from my belly made me feel better immediately. I was guzzling too fast, but couldn't seem to stop myself. I had to relieve the tension, the uncertainty inside.
'What did Farley do?' Janey began. 'I mean when he first saw you.'
I told her about talking to the bikers, the girl with red hair. Then I told her about getting away from Farley and blundering into trouble. Janey tried to look sympathetic, but I could see that she was sexually excited by my words. I was too tired to be angry and the booze had softened the sharp edges of the afternoon. Janey stretched out beside me on the bed. She'd taken off her bikini so it wouldn't get my covers wet. She glanced over at me.
'I know you've had a terrible thing happen to you and all but… well, you remember that night up at the old mansion?' I nodded. Janey swallowed, brushed fingers over her almost flat boobs. 'Farley fucked me that night. In some old bedroom we found.' She lowered her eyelids. 'I wasn't a virgin, but it was only my second lay.'
I laughed for the first time all day. 'You mean the way you walk, the way you were always talking about – well, about boys and sex and everything?'
'It was all a front, I guess.' She looked somewhat chastened. 'I thought you'd know a whole lot more than me. I just took a look at your tits and figured I'd have to try like hell to show you up.'
I took another drink of booze, set the glass back on, the table. It felt good to have that magic stuff me. It was stronger than the beer had been had been that night Phil had given me some. It was stronger than anything, stronger than the hurt inside. I saw Janey touching herself where her kinky, blonde pussy curls began, pretended not to notice.
'This must sound dirty to you,' she said, 'but hearing what happened when you ran into those bikers…' she took a deep, trembly breath, '…it really turns me on. I guess I think about sex about every minute of the day. I just can't help it. Lots of times in class last year I'd have to excuse myself and go to the girls' bathroom and, you know, rub myself.'
'Right during the day?'
'Oh, sure. I even got where I could think of things, think of them real hard, see. Like cocks on boys. Cocks all slick-looking and hard and everything and think of them slipping in between the lips of my cunt…' Janey was breathing different now. She had to stop talking to catch up on air. 'Wow, I'm kinda hot just remembering.' Her fingers had curled under her pussy mound and I saw that she was sneaking her legs farther apart. I didn't know the emotions that swept me, couldn't be comfortable with them and yet… curious? I took another sip of the whiskey. I was starting to feel what I guessed was drunk. But I'd never be drunk enough to tell Janey I had watched Farley fuck her that night up at the deserted house. And I'd never admit that sometimes I finger-fucked myself, too. That was my own secret, and I wasn't especially proud of it, either. Janey's finger was worming deeper into her gash. I heard one slick cuntlip being pried open, the squish of velvet-soft petals pulled apart. Janey pointed her toes and her mouth fell open.
'I'm crazy to get fucked again,' she said. 'I won't let Ron screw me, though. He's the biggest blabbermouth in school and, besides, he really doesn't turn me on all that much. My mother approves of them as dates, though, so it's a way to get out of the house.' She ran her finger along her swollen slit. 'I wish like hell I had a car.'
I was tired, boozy and loose and tired. And yet even after what had happened in the woods, Janey's words had an effect on me. Maybe I was losing my mind. Maybe…
'Lorrie?' I pretended to be asleep. Maybe Janey would shut up and let me rest, let me get my head back together. 'You asleep?' I lay quiet, feeling the liquor warm in my veins. Janey got quietly up from the bed. I peeked trough my lids at her lithe and naked body as she crossed the room. She fumbled among the bottles atop my dresser until she found what she was looking for. A big bottle of baby oil. Then she was looking again, rummaging in my drawer. She came back to the bed with the baby oil and… I tried not to give myself away, tried to control my breathing. Janey had the very same brush I had used once against my heated gash. But I had only rubbed it on the outside of my unbroken cherry… Janey meant to fuck herself with it. I was certain of that.
Lying on her back, she bent her knees up and poured baby oil onto her fingers, rubbing the handle of the brush slick. Then she poured more into the palm of her hand and smeared it against the underside of her cunt mound, tilting her crotch up as she plunged her middle finger deep inside her hole.
'Oooohhhh…' It was a soft, whispery moan and she poured out more oil and dabbed it thoroughly along her parted twat lips. Then she held the brush with both hands and eased the thick, rounded handle against her cunt mouth. Her lower lip pouted with passion. Her petite toes were spread flat against the bedspread. The brush handle went inside her hole with a tiny, slick sound. I watched not wanting to watch, heard not wanting to hear. Maybe I would make sounds of awakening…
But what Janey did next caught my attention, hypnotized me. As she flicked the brush handle in and out of her cunt, she sucked the little finger of her other hand, chewed it, pursed her curvy lips around it like it might be a tiny cock. Her belly heaved. Her trim ass danced on the hard mattress. Sometimes she held the handle deep inside her cunt as she ground her crotch around in huge circles. Then she would stop and with the tip of the rounded plastic, tickled where I guessed her clit must be.
'Ohhh, it's not big enough!' It was gasped more than spoken. Janey flung the brush down on the bed and walked staggering across my room again. She looked in another drawer, shut it a little too hard and whirled to see if she'd awakened me. She went down the hall, into the kitchen. I heard her panting, bumping against things. I guess she was looking for something bigger, longer… something to stuff the aching void of her cunt. My dad caught her as he came through the front door. He was reeling drunk.
'Looka what I caught… a sweet little gal tryin' to rob the house.'
'Mr. Baxter, it's me… Janey Caruthers!'
'I know who you are, you little twat…' There was a crash. I was up, sitting on the edge of the bed. The whiskey had made me woozy. Janey struggled to get loose from my dad's hands, but he circled a hefty arm around her naked middle and pulled her into the other bedroom.
'Mr. Baxter… Lorrie is…' Her words were smothered by something. I pushed myself up, tried to get to the door. It was one bad dream turning into another. I couldn't believe it. But then Al was as unpredictable as a bear when he'd been drinking.
'Nooo, Mr. Baxter! I just brought Lorrie home and…'
