"The Dare B"( mf oral exhib )[2/2] Section B We compared notes with the others in the lunchroom. "I had a little adventure in Art this morning," Mary Ruth said smugly. "I was sitting on one of the tall stools, working on a watercolor, and I started to feel kind of, um... hot. I wanted to sit on my fingers but I couldn't, of course. But that paint brush had a *very* long handle...." "You didn't!" Jan squealed and we shushed her. "You got yourself off with a paintbrush? In class?" "Yeah, sure did. I haven't checked yet, but since I was painting with crimson at the time, my box probably looks like a baboon's." Annie spoke up. "Guys, there's one thing all of us forgot about: Gym." Jan looked startled and muttered, "oh, shit." That hadn't occurred to me, either. How to explain the lack of underwear in the locker room? Annie was the only one of us with morning P.E. "So, how did you handle it?" I wanted to know. "Oh, I just pulled my gym shorts up and *then* took off my skirt. I've noticed a few of the `bashful flowers' doing that, so nobody paid any attention." "I don't think I'll bother to hide it," Katie said thoughtfully. Naturally. But she didn't have Gym until last period anyway and sometimes didn't shower until she got home because she liked to be first out of the parking lot. So it probably wouldn't matter. Jan's morning had been less eventful, except that she'd had to make more trips to the bathroom than usual. She'd gotten so horny just *imagining* people knew she wasn't wearing panties, she'd had to jack off twice. Mary Ruth's bare and cavernous cunt had caused her some additional concern. In Home Ec, she'd actually stuffed three cotton balls into herself, she was dripping so much from arousal. My Sociology teacher, Mr. Irons, was the oldest teacher around. He was more or less alive but he never noticed who sat where, so we migrated around the room as we chose -- practicing the social dynamics Irons was supposed to be lecturing about. Today, I grabbed the chair at Charlie Harker's right so I could swivel around to the left if I wanted to. He was going to notice me or else. Twenty minutes into the lecture, Irons was doing his trademark unfocused drone and most of the class was ignoring him. Charlie was drawing little doodles in his notebook. I raised myself off the seat a little and slowly eased my skirt an inch higher. Then I turned ninety degrees to face Charlie. The girl behind me was dozing (Mr. Irons right after a big lunch was deadly) and no one else was watching. I took a deep breath; what I was about to do was completely unlike me, but a couple of covert glances at Charlie helped me make up my mind. Charlie Harker was about six feet tall, wide in the shoulders, and narrow in the waist. His eyes were brilliant blue and his hair was short and very black. He had big hands and long, tapering fingers, and I'd heard him beat a piano keyboard into submission at more than one party. He was also captain of the boys' varsity swimming team and just remembering what he looked like in a swim suit gave me palpitations. He was unarguably gorgeous. And he didn't have a steady girlfriend. I stuck out my foot and quietly tapped Charlie's chair leg. He glanced over and I gave him the warmest smile I could muster. He blinked and smiled back kind of absently. I leaned back farther, propped a foot on the chair rung as I'd seen Katie do, and eased my skirt even higher. He blinked again, looked at the gap between my knees ... then looked again much harder and seemed to wake up. "Rebecca, what are you doing?" he demanded under his breath. "It's called `vamping,'" I hissed back. "I'm trying to get your attention." He gave me a peculiar look. "You succeeded. You're a strange girl, Rebecca." "Why don't you ask me out?" I replied. "I could be even stranger. You never know." "I don't think so. Why don't you stop this? You're embarrassing yourself." I popped open the top button of my blouse and he blinked again. "How about if I just take off *all* my clothes?" He looked quickly around but there was no place he could escape to. "Rebecca! You'd better stop, or---" "Or what? You'll scream for help?" I tapped the next button with my fingernail. The tiny *click* *click* actually made him flinch. What was wrong with this guy? What was wrong with me? "We'll talk later," he said and turned away resolutely. And he totally ignored me for the rest of the period. On the way upstairs for math the next period, I ran into Annie coming down. She seemed flushed and kind of excited. I stopped her on the landing and said in a significant tone, "How's it going?" She grinned. "I thought this would be scary but it's really kind of exciting!" she replied in a low tone. Without taking my eyes off her face, I said casually, "You know, don't you, that there's a couple of freshman boys down there looking up our skirts?" Her grin disappeared and she shifted her weight as if to move away. She hesitated and flicked a glance downward. Then she winked and managed to drop one of her books. When she half-crouched and half-bent to retrieve it, her back to the railing, I heard an audible gasp from below. I wondered if the lurking freshmen had wet their pants. When I looked down, one of them had his mouth open so wide I could have dropped my purse into it without touching the sides. I was beginning to realize what Katie meant about "power." Math was kind of boring. Mrs. McKelvy wasn't the sort of person you could wiggle your bare ass at, and we also had to sit alphabetically -- which happened to put me in the middle of a bunch of other girls. I glanced around and saw a couple of them eyeing me curiously; they obviously suspected something was going on but didn't know just what. None of my buddies were there to trade secret smiles with so I just sat and doodled Charlie's name (entwined with red hearts) in my notebook and kept my legs together while I waited for the period to end. Jan's Fifth Period class had been next door so she met me in the hall and we adjourned to the girls' bathroom, as we did everyday at this time. Katie and Mary Ruth were already there, looking smug, and Jan showed up a few seconds later. Katie checked the stalls quickly and then murmured, "Everyone still bare?" She flipped her skirt up in front to prove *she* was, anyway, and the rest of us giggled and followed suit. "I sure seem to be dropping a lot of books on the stairs today," Annie said thoughtfully. "Twice just on the way in here." The rest of us cracked up. " I think the boys in Government have figured out the Dare," Mary Ruth reported. "They kept staring at my crotch and I finally had to excuse myself and duck into the toilet so I could get myself off. I've *never* gotten that overheated in school before!" God, I thought, she's getting to be like Jan. "What about you, Rebecca?" Katie asked with a grin. "Anything unusual to report?" "Well, I gave Charlie Harker an eyeful but I think it just pissed him off. I thought this no-panties stunt would get his attention for sure." Jan shrugged. "Maybe he's gay or something...." That really made me mad -- I wasn't sure why. I spun around so quick, Jan jumped back out of reach with a startled look. "Don't you say that! Charlie's not gay!" How could they think such a thing? "I'm going to get to him one way or another before I leave this building today! I swear I am!" I glared around at my friends. Katie made "there, there" motions with her hands. "She didn't mean anything by it, Rebecca. Nobody thinks Charlie's gay. Just calm down, okay?" I let myself be soothed and wondered why I'd flared up like that in defense of Charlie's heterosexuality. Maybe I was secretly afraid he really was gay. That would take me off the hook but it would also mean Charlie was beyond reach of my wiles. And I wanted Charlie so bad, it kept me awake at night. But he was targeted now: I'd just committed myself to my mission in front of all my friends. That boy wouldn't know what hit him. I happened to know that Charlie worked in the Journalism office during Sixth Period and he often stayed an hour or so late, working on a story. Well... truthfully, I didn't just "happen" to know. I'd stealthily followed him a few times. So I hurried out of my last period Health class, where an embarrassed Mrs. Collins was trying to deal with "Friday Question Time." The idea was for students to bring in anonymous written questions they were too shy to ask out loud. Then there'd be an open discussion. But the students always put a lot of thought into concocting questions that would lead Mrs. Collins right into deep water. Ninety seconds later, I was peeking through the window in the Journalism office door. Charlie was still in there, all right, and he seemed to be alone. He was hunched over a mousepad and staring at a monitor, probably trying to fit in a story that was too long. How much longer would he be staying, though, on a Friday? The building had emptied even faster than usual, with most of the kids hurrying home to get ready for dates. Did Charlie have a date later? I hoped Katie wouldn't get mad at me for making her wait in the parking lot. After about ten minutes, Charlie still didn't seem ready to quit for the day and I hadn't seen another soul, so I took a deep breath and quietly opened the door. I slipped in and turned the inside deadbolt as silently as I could with my hands shaking the way they were. I slowly pulled the shade down over the window and Charlie looked up at the sudden change in the lighting. "Hi, Charlie," I said softly as I walked over to the desk where he was working. "Rebecca? What are you doing in here?" He glanced at his wristwatch. "Why are you still at school at all?" He swiveled his chair around and frowned at me. "You said we were going to talk later, remember?" I was shaking with nervous tension as I moved up so close he had to lean back in his chair. What if he just laughed and told me to go home? I mean, I was a junior and he was a senior; maybe that made a difference to him. I put one hand carefully on his shoulder and prayed he wouldn't get angry and shake it off. But he didn't. He just sat there with his elbows resting on the arms of his chair, staring at me. He had every right to. I didn't make a habit of coming on to guys, not seriously, and this was the second time I'd done it to him in a single day. "Don't you like me, Charlie...?" I put my other hand on his other shoulder and leaned my knees against his. He swallowed and began to look uneasy. "Sure, I like you, Rebecca. But I don't think--" "I like you a *lot*, Charlie." I heard the huskiness in my own voice and I knew he could feel the trembling through my hands. "Don't you want to touch me?" I reached down, took his hands in mine, and set them on my hips. He seemed kind of stunned as I stared deep into his eyes. "Move your hands down, Charlie. C'mon -- do it." And he did, letting those long fingers trail downward to my thighs. He paused and swallowed again, and his big hands began moving back up, under my skirt this time. Little thrill bumps popped out all over my legs as his hands encircled my thighs just below my crotch. My nipples tightened up and all their nerve endings switched on HIGH. I leaned my hips forward a little more and Charlie's thumbs slid up to the bottom edge of my pussy. I moaned a little. I couldn't help it. And that sound seemed to jolt Charlie out of his mental paralysis. He stood up so suddenly I almost fell over backward. His hands clutched my arms and the way those deep blue eyes glimmered down at me, I couldn't breathe. "What do you want from me, Rebecca? Why are you doing this?" He shook me a little for emphasis. Ordinarily, I probably would have been frightened, but not now. "You know what I want," I replied. "And you know what you want to do, too, don't you, Charlie?" I pulled loose of his grip and slipped my arms up and around his neck, pulling his face down within reach. At the last moment, he regained the initiative and kissed me first. My knees went weak from the jolt of electricity that shot through me. I remembered studying spark gaps in science class and wondered if that was what was happening between my legs. And I was *very* aware of the twitching of his penis against my stomach. He kissed me so hard I thought my teeth were going to bend. "Why are you doing this?" he moaned again, even as his hands were hiking up the back of my skirt and then squeezing my bare butt like a couple of grapefruits. I have to confess something here: Not only was I a virgin, I'd never even gone this far with a boy before. I'd wanted to but I'd always managed to stay in control, afraid that if I continued whatever it was I was doing, I'd get my ticket punched for sure. And I figured I'd regret it later, in the cool light of reason. This time, I wasn't so sure I cared -- not while Charlie's long middle finger was stroking the cleft between my ass cheeks like that. Did I want to quit being a virgin? I knew how to do it, in theory. I'd even watched an adult X-rated film that Katie had somehow gotten hold of the previous summer. And some of what I'd seen in the film came back to me. I kissed Charlie again but let my hands fall down between us. I stroked his thick, rigid cock through the front of his pants and was surprised (and a little scared) at how large it seemed to be. Would it even fit in me if we got that far? One step at a time, Rebecca! Charlie went sort of rigid and still when I started sliding down his zipper. "Rebecca...?" he said in a low, warning tone. It was like I was turning the key that opened the lion's cage but I managed it without too much fumbling. I had touched exactly two penises in my life, neither of them as large and threatening as this one. And I'd certainly never been the aggressor like this. As Charlie's cock pushed its way out of its confinement, I swallowed and then put both hands around it and looked up into Charlie's eyes again. His lips were parted a little and his eyes were half-closed, and he stood very still. I wondered what would happen if I chickened out and immediately tucked that monster back in its hiding place again. Well, I'd have an immediate reputation as a "tease," for one thing. And I certainly would mess up the only chance I probably would ever have to put my female power to work on Charlie Harker. So I slid my hands lightly up and down a little -- I'd done *that* before -- and I thought again about what I'd seen in that adult film. What I had in mind didn't seem too difficult when I'd watched those actresses doing it; they'd even seemed to enjoy it, even if they were acting. And I was sure Charlie kept himself nice and clean. I took another deep breath as I knelt in front of this gorgeous guy I seemed to have trapped. He rested his hands on top of my head and let his fingers sift slowly through my hair. It gave me chills, and courage. His cock was completely stiff, now, like a big pinkish salami, but softer to the touch. I held it in my hands like a big lollypop and stuck out my tongue, just touching it at first, then licking the underside of the flared head. It didn't taste nasty or anything and I wondered why some girls made such a big deal about oral sex. That question was answered a few seconds later when I rather timidly opened my mouth wide and took in the whole head of Charlie's penis. I squeezed my lips around it and brushed the tip of my tongue back and forth across the little hole. He quivered and tightened his grip on my hair, and leaned forward a little too far. I couldn't draw back and suddenly my mouth was full of warm cock and I was on the edge of panic. I had flashes of choking to death; how would they ever explain to my parents how their daughter died? I managed to make an urgent *ummmpph* sound. Charlie immediately loosened his hold and withdrew almost entirely from my mouth. "Sorry," he muttered hoarsely. "Sorry, Rebecca." He hadn't been able to control himself for a moment there -- Charlie Harker, who *never* lost his cool. Yeah, this was power, all right. I tried it again, this time gripping the base of his cock firmly with one hand and lightly cradling his balls in my other. I was amazed how soft and cuddly they felt -- and how vulnerable they were, too. I began moving my mouth up and down and swabbing my tongue around everywhere. I stopped worrying about gagging and found I was actually enjoying myself. More than that, I was thinking about where this big piece of live meat was really intended to go and it was giving me tingly feelings between my legs. I wanted to stick one hand up under my skirt and stroke my little bud but I couldn't do it in front of Charlie... even though I was kneeling here with his cock in my mouth. I went up and down the length of his penis, first sucking on the head, then trying to gobble up as much of the shaft as I could, then letting it pop out so I could stick my tongue out and lick it all over. And after a few minutes, poor Charlie was barely able to stand upright, his knees were shaking so badly. I remembered (boy, did I remember!) how, when I played with myself at night sometimes, how I really lost it when I came. I mean, if my father had walked into my room five seconds before my orgasm, I still wouldn't have been able to stop. But somehow, it had never occurred to me that a boy could get that emotionally involved in sex. Then Charlie said in a tight voice, "If you keep going, Rebecca, I'm going to come in your mouth. If you don't want me to, I guess you'd better stop." I slowed while I thought about that but I didn't stop. The actresses in the film I'd seen had let the guys squirt all over their breasts and stuff, but I was still completely dressed. Besides, I'd come this far.... I glanced up at Charlie's face and increased the suction. The dam burst ten seconds later, with gobs of jism spattering the back of my throat and his cock jerking in my grip. I just swallowed as rapidly as I could and kept on sucking. After four or five big eruptions and a whole lot of little ones, he seemed to run dry and leaned back against the edge of his desk, gasping for breath. His cock was beginning to shrink; it didn't look so scary any longer. Charlie helped me climb to my feet and the uncertain smile on his red face and the beads of sweat running down his neck made me feel like the Princess of Power. I knew, deep down, that Charlie was basically a nice guy, and that I might be feeling differently if he had been some sleaze who tried to go to the next level. But that was one of the reasons I was so crazy about Charlie. Good thing, too, because somewhere along the line I had decided I really wasn't ready to stop being a virgin, not yet, not even with Charlie Harker. I'd given my first ever blow job and that was enough for right now. After a minute or so, Charlie had his breath back and had put his cock back in his pants and zipped them up. "Rebecca, I repeat what I said earlier: You are definitely a strange girl!" But he was smiling warmly down at me when he said it so I smiled back. "I'm not even going to ask you again what possessed you to come in here this afternoon. But I'm sure never going to forget it." He reached out and gently traced the outline of my jaw with a fingertip; it felt wonderful. "And this is probably going to sound strange under the circumstances," he went on, with a crooked grin, "but would you mind if I called you up this weekend? Maybe we could go out together? Go to a show or something -- maybe just go for a walk...?" Part of me wanted to jump up and down and yell, "Ya-hoo!" but I controlled it. Besides.... "Charlie, I'd love to -- but it wouldn't be just for sex, would it? I loved doing this for you, but I don't want you to think... I mean, I don't want you to ask me out just so you can do it to me." And I held my breath. "Rebecca, would you believe me if I said the thought of kissing you and at least making out with you again hasn't crossed my mind? I've been thinking about asking you out for at least a month: I just hadn't gotten up the courage yet." He looked sort of embarrassed by the admission. I was just surprised. I mean, I figured a guy as nice-looking as that would have his choice of all the little cheerleaders and bimbettes in school. And he was trying to get up the courage to ask *me* out? He saw my expression of disbelief and looked sheepish. "Yeah, I know what you're thinking. But I can't help it -- I'm just very shy around girls, okay? Half the dates I have are because the *girl* invited me to a dance or a party or something. But you're definitely different, Rebecca. And you're nice. Strange, but nice. So -- can I call you?" I felt terrific... and a little stupid around the edges for not figuring out some of this earlier. "Call me, Charlie! I'll be waiting!" "Great!" He looked around and began gathering up his books and his jacket. "Can I offer you a ride home?" Oh, my God! Katie! "Oh, shit! There's a friend of mine waiting for me out in the parking lot!" I looked at my watch. Nearly an hour since the last bell. Katie wouldn't be there -- but she'd sure have a thing or two to say the next time I saw her. My friend was a lot of things but patient wasn't one of them, and she hated unpunctuality. Two minutes later, Charlie was hurrying to keep up with me as I ran down the echoing hall to the door that led to the student parking area. When I burst through, I looked around quickly and saw only a couple of the school's maintenance pickups and Charlie's beat-up old Mustang -- and then Katie's Miata cruised out slowly from behind one of the trucks. I hurried over, out of breath, and Katie pushed her shades down her nose so she could stare at me over them. She can be pretty intimidating when she does that. "Katie, I'm so sorry to keep you waiting, I should have told you I was going, uh,... on an errand...." I knew I was babbling. But Katie was looking past me at Charlie as he wandered down the asphalt path, trying to juggle both his books and mine after our mad rush out of the building. "After fifteen minutes, Rebecca, I almost left," Katie said solemnly, never taking her eyes off Charlie. "But I got curious, after what you said in the powder room. Looks like you weren't kidding...." She looked up at me and then peered more closely. "Got something white drying on your chin." And leered in a sisterly way that made me grin back and turn bright red at the same time. Charlie arrived while I was scraping madly with my fingernail at the crusted semen that had dribbled over my lip and down my chin. "Hi, Katie," he said cheerfully and turned to me. "So, you've got a way home, then, right? So I'll call you tonight, okay?" I nodded and watched the way his eyes crinkled at the corners when he smiled. `Looks like you've got a boyfriend now,' I thought to myself. And it looks like your days as a virgin are numbered. He stood there, digging out his own car keys and smiling at me as I started to climb in beside Katie. Then, on a sudden impulse, I stood up on the seat and flipped up the back of my skirt as Katie put the car in gear. I didn't look back as I settled in, but I could hear Charlie's incredulous shout of laughter mixed with Katie's soprano chortle as we spun gravel out of the parking lot.