'Oh, Jesus!' Cammy gasped, mopping at the mess with the handkerchief.
'Ohhhhhh, Cammy, you're doing me real good!'
'I'm not doing anything. You made me do this. You'd better not tell anyone, damn it.' She jerked her hand free and wiped frantically at the strings of cum between her fingers. 'If my dad smells this stuff on me…'
Ralph sat slumped behind the wheel, his eyes half-lidded. His cock was covered with arm and some of it had puddled in a fold of his jeans.
Camilla stared at him impatiently. 'You're a mess. I hope you're satisfied.'
'Yeah,' Ralph sighed. 'I am.'
'Well, I'm going in. Aren't you even going to walk me to the door?'
'You gotta be kidding!'
Cammy set her mouth and swiped at the droplets of cum on her dress. Ralph watched as she held the hem of her dress up.
'You got the best legs in the whole damn high school, you know that?'
'They're too skinny. You're just saying that to make me forget I'm mad.'
'I'm not either, Camilla. When I daydream of you, I always think of your long, white legs kicked up in the air. I can cum just thinking of them.'
'I'm going in. Thanks for the movie.' She tossed his damp handkerchief into his lap.
'I'll call you tomorrow.'
'Tomorrow I'll be studying my algebra. If I don't start doing better, I'm not going to make a B in that class and my dad will freak. He says I can't get into Yale without better grades than I've been pulling down.'
'You don't have to go to Yale.'
'Tell my dad that. He says it's the best school in the country.' Cammy opened the car door and swung her legs out.
'Thanks, Cammy. For helping me out.'
Camilla had started up the walk, but turned and put her hands on her hips. 'Maybe you can help me out. Know anyone who's a real fireball with math?'
'Why don't you ask some of those geniuses that take the class with you?'
Cammy laughed. 'Every last one of them is a competitive asshole. They'd just love to see me blow it and miss my ticket to Yale.'
Ralph zipped his jeans and stuffed his shirt into them. 'My uncle over at Brambridge teaches math, but I don't think he's into tutoring.'
'He teaches college math?'
'Yeah.' Ralph slid behind the wheel and started the car. 'But he probably doesn't have time.'
'You could give me his number and let me find out,' Cammy said, tugging at her long blonde braid. 'Or would that be too much trouble?'
Ralph shrugged. 'Okay, I'll look up his number and give it to you tomorrow at school.'
Cammy stepped away from the car. 'Hope you enjoyed yourself tonight, Ralph, and I hope you've got the good sense not to breathe a word of what I did to anybody. Not anybody. You bear me, Ralph?'
'I hear you, Cammy.' Ralph gunned his engine and peeled away from the curb. As soon as Cammy had let herself in the front door, her mother came out of the living room and headed her off at the stain.
'What have you been doing in that car, young lady?'
'Talking.'
'About sex I'll bet.'
'Yeah. Ralph wanted to know about the birds and the bees, but since I don't know anything about them either, we just sat there and looked at each other.'
'Don't get smart with me, Camilla. I'm only looking out for your welfare.'
'Nothing happened. I'm still a virgin.' Camilla tossed her braid. 'Aren't you?'
'I should slap your face for that.' Camilla's mother clenched her fists then dropped her hands to her sides. 'But I won't.'
'I've got to go study.'
'Your father has been thinking of getting you a tutor.'
'Fine with me.' Camilla turned up the stairs. She dreaded having to start in on math when she'd much rather put on some tapes and her earphones. Or have a long, serious talk with her best friend, Janet. Janet lived next door, and when things got tough for either of them, they always hung out together. Camilla closed her door, locked it, and then plucked a tape from her collection. With rock and roll turned low so her folks wouldn't hear, she went to her window. Across the yard and fence she could see Janet's light on, her bedroom curtains pulled back.
Camilla went to her top dresser drawer and got out the powerful flashlight she kept there. Aiming at Janet's window, she gave it a few flashes and waited. It took two more tries to get her chubby friend's attention. Camilla giggled as she saw Janet waving, her big tits bobbing with excitement. Janet used her own flashlight to signal that she'd be over soon.
Camilla sat down to wait, imagining Janet leaving her own house, and crawling through the hole in the fence only they knew about. Already she could hear Janet's footsteps across the carport roof, then a louder bump as she jumped to the house. Camilla opened her bedroom window just as Janet was about to tap on the glass.
'How was your date with Ralph?' Janet asked, swinging into the room and putting down her small backpack.
Cammy shrugged. 'Nothing special. What you got in there?'
Janet wrinkled her short nose and showed a maniacal smile. 'A fucking six-pack of malt liquor. How does that grab your cunt?'
'Let me have one. My mom has been giving me the usual shit.'
When both of them had popped a can, Janet brushed brown curls out of her eyes and lifted an eyebrow at Camilla.
'What do you keep rubbing at your fingers for? Something sticky on them?'
'Yes, as a matter of fact. Ralph.' Camilla shuddered. 'Ralph did something awful!'
Janet shifted her plump bottom on the bed. 'Let me guess. He came all over the place.'
'With your help.'
'He wanted to touch him,' Camilla blurted. 'I didn't know all that stuff would spurt out.'
'I told you about all that,' Janet said, impatience in her voice.
'Yeah, but I thought it went inside.' Cammy patted her belly. 'You know.'
'So, did he like it?' Janet scooted closer.
'Of course he liked it.'
'Did you like it?'
'I'm not sure. It made me feel kinda weird.' Cammy drained her can of malt liquor and popped the top of another.
'Surely Ralph must've gotten his hands in your pants if you were doing all that other stuff for him.'
'You know I get scared to death when a boy tries to touch my cunt or my tits.' Camilla let out a nervous breath. 'I don't know what it is, but guys make me feel creepy when they get too close.'
Janet tossed her first empty into the wastebasket and pulled another can loose. 'You're seriously repressed. My dad's a psychologist and he knows all about that stuff. If you keep holding all that excitement in and don't let it out, you'll get sick.' Janet gave Camilla a serious look. 'Maybe even die.'
'Bullshit.'
'I'm not joking.' Janet put her beer down, then took Camilla's from her hand. 'Let me give you a little test to see just how bad off you are.'
'Oh Janet,' Camilla protested, 'we tried this once before, remember? And I told you I don't like to kiss you or any other girl.'
'Trouble is, you don't like to kiss anybody. You've got to loosen up.' Janet had turned the light down and slipped an arm around Camilla's shoulder. 'Now just relax. Don't fight it.'
'But…'
'Shhh. You're just supposed to enjoy. Remember, you're in no danger. I'm not some guy trying to stick his
