All through supper that night, Lonnie kept giving Billie-Ann funny, shy little smiles. Billie really didn't mind Lonnie being around. What made her mad was having to share her small room with him.
After supper Billie did the dishes and Lonnie dried. It was half-past eight when Nora went to bed, and Billie decided she'd read some more on the book she'd started. When she was stretched out on her bed, puzzling over a long word, Lonnie came in and started to undress. Nora had fixed him a thin, narrow pallet against one wall, and though it didn't look very comfortable to Billie, the boy didn't seem to mind.
"Hey, B-Billie-Ann," he stammered after taking' off his shirt, "could you close your eyes till I'm under the sheets?"
Billie looked at him, then laughed. "Sure." It tickled her that a tenyear-old didn't want her to see him naked. But when she heard his belt buckle clank as he dropped his pants on the floor, she turned her head mischievously and peeked across at Lonnie. His back was to her, but as he bent down to pull back his sheet, she saw the small white snake drooping from his crotch. It was completely smooth, like a skinny tube.
She recalled that Jed Judson's had a ridge flaring out near the end where it was bigger. Billie frowned and tried to remember more details.
She couldn't be sure about Hanson's cock. Even with it pushed up against her that very afternoon, Billie had never really had the courage to try to get a good look. And the first time, when she'd spied him naked through the bushes, Hanson had been too far away. While Lonnie scrambled to hide himself under the single worn sheet, Billie turned to peek once again. Just before his body was covered she got a good look at the soft little sac hanging underneath, its thin skin outlined with the egg-shaped balls inside. Feeling strangely warm, Billie returned to her book but after half a page or so, she couldn't concentrate on the words.
"How come you sleep naked?" she asked Lonnie in a teasing way.
"You peeked," he said, his voice a little angry. "Oh, don't be mad."
Billie shrugged. "I sleep that way, too." She reached up and turned off the bedlight. Then, satisfied that the room was dark enough, she wriggled out of her pants, panties and T-shirt and pulled the sheet up.
For a while she thought of Hanson wanting her to go with him to Elsie's. There was no way she could let herself do it… even if she did find the courage. Elsie Shelton's was known all over the county, and though the law never stopped the goings-on, the place was notorious. Billie'd heard that white folks were welcome at Elsie's from time to time, but not many. Jed had told her once that white musicians from the city often stopped there, and she remembered his sneering laugh when he said those kind of whites weren't really any different from niggers anyway. Of course, Billie knew she'd be accepted if she went with Hanson, but the idea of walking into a colored bar gave her the shudders.
The problems of even going anywhere with Hanson bothered Billie and she tried to think only of how nice it had been in the woods. She'd never really been hugged by any man before… not even her daddy. Hugging felt awful good. And it must have felt good to Hanson, too… good enough to make that white stuff come out of his cock. Billie rubbed her thighs together and sighed. Maybe Hanson had been pretending that he was putting his cock up inside her body while he moved against her.
A sudden wind blew the curtains open and there was a rumble of thunder.
Then the wind rushed through the trees around the house, and lightning made everything in the room brighter for an instant. A thunderclap rumbled loud and near. Billie-Ann thought she heard a whimper, but with the storm beginning outside she wasn't sure. Then she heard it again … louder. It was a whimper. It was Lonnie.
Billie peered at the shadows across the room. "What's wrong?"
"I'm scared," Lonnie quavered back.
"Just put your head under the pillow," she said, turning back over.
"It's nothing but a thunderstorm."
As she spoke, new rumblings filled the room and the wind tore at the curtains. Billie sat up in bed to lower the window a little and felt a shivering body sitting very close to her.
"Lonnie!" she scolded. "Now go back over there and go to sleep. The thunder isn't going to hurt-"
"My sis lets me stay with her when it thunders," he said in a shaking voice. The lightning lit up the room again, and she saw the blond, curly locks hanging over his forehead. A tear poised in the corner of each eye.
"Oh, my gosh!" She rumpled his head and put an arm around his shoulders. It didn't seem strange for them both to be naked, especially since Lonnie was just a scared little kid. A monstrous bolt hit not far from the house and the thunder shook the walls of Billie's tiny room.
"Shitaree!" Lonnie cried. "What are we gonna do!"
"I'm gonna lay down and try to go to sleep and you're gonna go back to your-"
Lonnie's thin arms circled Billie's waist, and a tear-stained cheek pressed against one of her naked titties.
"Okay, get under the sheets," she said, throwing back the covers, "but as soon as it's over, you've got to scat. This bed ain't big enough."
Billie hadn't thought that the small form of Lonnie Crumpers beside her would be at all sexy. She just hadn't been thinking of him in that way at all… even when he moved his legs down next to hers, put one of his freckled arms around her tummy and pressed his cheek harder against a titty nipple. But right away the fluttery little feelings began between the damp lips of her cunt, and she noticed her breathing had changed. Everything that had been happening over the past few days was teaching her something new, and Lonnie's body so close and smooth and warm seemed to be just one more lesson. Curious, Billie shifted slightly so that her curves pressed closer to Lonnie's thin form. Just doing that sent a jolt of pleasure through her back, ending with a new warm tingle in her tight little rectum and a glow that spread through her asscheeks. For some reason she felt like kissing Lonnie on the forehead… so she did. Lonnie hugged her a little tighter and turned slightly on the narrow mattress. Suddenly she could feel the exact shape of his pretty little white cock pushing against the outside of her thigh. It didn't feel as soft as it had looked to her before.
"You awake?" she whispered.
Lonnie nodded. The curiosity she'd been wrestling with all through the past week welled up hot in her again. Maybe she could find out a few things from Lonnie. He was so young and safe. Yes, that was it. She felt much safer with Lonnie than with Hanson.
"Do you get in bed with your sister much?"
"Sometimes," Lonnie said. He wiggled his face ever so slightly and Billie felt his nose brush one of her tiny, formless nipples. Right away the small sprout pushed up a little from the softness,… the way it had when her chest had rubbed against Hanson's at the pond.
"Do you like to sleep next to a girl better than alone?"
"Lots better," Lonnie said, and she could feel him smile against her skin.
"Why?"
"Gosh… it just feels nicer, that's all." He shrugged in the darkness and wiggled even closer against her. "You know, so soft and warm and all."
"Yeah, I think I know," Billie whispered against his hair.
"Hey, could you scratch my back?" the boy asked.
Billie-Ann put an arm around his shoulders and started making slow circles with her fingernails. She moved down to the small of his back and then up again, feeling the little bumps of his ribs as she scratched, and thinking how funny it was that touching another person always did funny things to the toucher, too. Billie shifted her hips and realized just how wet her secret place was getting. She found herself wanting to kiss Lonnie again and instead of thinking about the reasons why she shouldn't, she simply pushed his curly hair back from his forehead and once more pressed her lips against his brow. This time Lonnie raised his cheek from her tittie and looked up. In the darkness Billie could feel his warm breath and could see the soft outline of his chin. She knew their mouths were very close together, and it seemed natural to go ahead and do what she really wanted to do anyway. After all, he was just a kid. Lonnie didn't move a muscle, and Billie was even afraid he might be holding his breath as their lips clung softly for a moment. She'd almost pulled away when Lonnie made a tiny move in her direction, as if he wanted to kiss some more. She kissed him longingly, even moving her wet mouth the way Hanson had done to her.
Then the boy touched her lips with his tongue, and Billie broke it off with a murmur of surprise.
"Gosh… for a little kid you sure know how to kiss."
"My sis kisses me." Lonnie laid his face back against her bare tittie.
Billie-Ann thought about Lonnie's sister. She didn't really know her very well, because the girl had been two grades ahead of Billie at school.
"Do you and your sister… ever do anything else?" It was a daring question, and she knew as soon as she'd asked it she'd gone too far.
"I… I better not tell. Gloria would be mad." Billie didn't say anything for a while, afraid she might scare Lonnie into silence. After a few moments she hugged him tight against her again and when the thrilling little breathlessness had passed, she put her mouth close to his ear.
"I wouldn't ever tell," she whispered. "Please tell me."
"Well… we kiss a lot. I like that." He blinked his eyes, and the long blond lashes tickled Billie-Ann's shoulder. "Sometimes she touches me…"
Billie could feel her body trembling all over and tried not to let Lonnie know how excited his words had made her. It was like finding out the most secret secrets of life, and she was actually weak with anticipation of his next words. Another bolt of lightning jabbed the night air outside, but the thunder that followed was further away. A slow patter of rain had begun to wet the windowpanes and the air was cool and fresh-smelling.
"Where… does Gloria touch you?"
"Let me have your hand."
Billie-Ann was surprised that her promise not to tell had won Lonnie over so completely, and her breath came shallow and weak as his small hand guided her fingers down to his crotch. The thin, stringy boy had to pull his body away from hers some, and then he pushed her palm against his cock. Billie was only a little surprised to find it rigid, and she immediately wrapped her fingers snugly around the small warm hose.
"Gosh," Lonnie gasped, "that's just how Sis does it."
"It feels good?"
"Boy, does it ever!"
It was terribly exciting to feel the shape of Lonnie's little penis.
The storm outside blew further away and the clouds moved to let the moon shine through. It had been too hot in the tiny room to keep covered and now Billie-Ann could see clearly the long, bony shape of Lonnie's body glued close to hers. Even though he was shorter, they fit well together. She looked down at the small, stiff cock in her hand and knew she had a perfect chance to learn lots more.
"Can I look at you… down there, Lonnie?"
"You mean my prick?"
"Uh-huh."
"I don't care. It feels good with you touching it." She heard his swallow. "Could you keep touching it?"
"Okay."
Billie sat up cross-legged in the bed and Lonnie rolled over on his back to let her have a better look. She ran her fingers up and down the satiny white skin and with a cautious fingertip touched the wrinkled little sac underneath. Lately Billie'd been thinking a lot about boys and the way they were put together. Before her daddy had left for good, they'd had more animals around the place. She'd been too young then to pay attention, but now she could faintly remember a time when her pa had said something about deballing some calves. Billie'd asked her daddy why. He'd given a funny laugh and told her it was so they wouldn't grow up and give the cows more babies than he had money to feed. None of it had made much sense to Billie at the time… she hadn't even known where the balls were on a bull calf until lots later.
But now as she felt Lonnie's spongy little eggs roll around inside their sac she was sure she had it right for once. That's where the baby-making stuff came from and when it got squirted into a girl's body … she was knocked up!
When Billie moved Lonnie's cock again, she realized that the outer skin moved back and forth easily over the hard little shaft underneath. As she moved the skin further and further back, she discovered the shiny purple head she'd been looking for. Lonnie had one, too; it was just hidden by the long covering of skin. She pulled it back more, and the tip rode clear of the surrounding flesh so she could see the graceful curve of the ridge behind. Lonnie had started to squirm a little, and Billie figured that playing around like that must feel as good to him as it did when she rubbed her own slick parts. She felt nice and tingly sitting cross-legged over Lonnie's body, her hair hanging down on each side of her face as she bent closer to his pretty penis. It was like a toy compared to Jed's or Hanson's. Lonnie gave a moan and she saw his stomach jump.
"I'm sorry," she said, quickly pulling the white skin of his tube back over the wet velvet head. "I didn't mean to hurt-"
"No… it feels good," Lonnie managed to say. He wriggled a little against the bed and pushed his buttocks up.
"You mean, to pull the skin back like that feels good?" Billie-Ann asked, remembering now what she'd watched Jed Judson do to himself.
"Ohhh, gosh, yes."
Billie tried moving the skin tube up and down a few times and each time she did it, Lonnie's body gave a small jerk. There was a wet, clicking sound every time the head was uncovered, and she could smell the soft, musky aroma. The rigid little penis had gotten even stiffer now and she could feel the way it curved back into his body.
"Does your sister do this, too?" Billie asked, guessing the answer before Lonnie could find breath enough to speak.
"Yeah…"
She was sitting with a foot bent under her and felt her sex honey wetting one ankle. Billie's hot little slit felt like it needed scratching bad, and she knew that just handling Lonnie's cock had put her into such a state.
"Do… do you ever do anything to Gloria?" she asked.
"Oh, sure, I-" Lonnie was suddenly quiet.
"Come on," Billie whispered. "It's all right. I already promised I'd never tell a soul."
"Well…" Lonnie sounded uncertain. "She gets me to lie on top of her and… and…"
Billie-Ann had her eyes closed… letting the words do terrible and exciting things to her fluttering heart. "And what?" Billie stopped moving her hand on Lonnie's stiff little snake, breathless for the boy's next secret.
"She kind of wiggles around until my prick gets all wet and slippery from rubbing in her crack. Then she makes me push it inside." The boy moved his hips slightly, as if he wanted Billie-Ann to touch his cock some more. "And it makes her act real funny."
It was hard for Billie to concentrate on what she was doing to Lonnie and listen to the thrilling, burning description at the same time, but she noticed that the boy's breathing was growing faster and knew, too, that she had control of what was happening. She looked at his thin young body in the moonlight again. A crazy desire to stretch out on top of him made her almost choke with passion.
"Do you like to do that with her?"
"Oh, sure. It feels all squishy and hot, but Gloria starts hugging too hard after a while and trying to make me go inside more… but I can't." Lonnie frowned in the moonlit room.
"Tell me more, Lonnie," Billie begged. "Please tell me more!"
"Well, I get to itching. It's like an itch on the end of my thing and I like it at first but it gets so bad that it starts hurting." He frowned again and chewed his lip. "That's when Gloria always gets on top and pushes too hard. It always hurts like hell."
"Gosh!" Billie sighed.
"Gloria says when I get older something will come out of my prick when it itches like that and it'll feel good."
Billie felt as if she and Lonnie were somehow cut off from the rest of the world. Alone in the soft-lit cubicle of her room, she felt as isolated as she had at Basset's Pond. She hadn't forgotten that Nora would think she was terribly wicked to be doing what she was doing, but there were yet naughtier things on Billie's mind… things she knew she couldn't stop herself from doing.
"Lonnie… w-would you do me like you do to Gloria?"
He pushed himself up on his elbows and looked at her, a blond curl almost hiding one eye. "Sure."
Awkwardly, Billie snuggled down on her back and just as clumsily Lonnie managed to get on top of her. She could feel every sinew in his body … his small sharp bones knifed into her and added to the feeling of being under a male for the first time in her life. It didn't take Billie-Ann long to decide she liked the way it felt. Lonnie's stiff cock brushed against the bony hump of her lightly furred mound, and she felt him fumbling… trying to guide it lower. She sighed and opened her thighs slightly, giddy with the knowledge of what she was doing. It was funny how unthreatened she felt with Lonnie. It was like practicing with a younger brother. Gently she put both arms over the boy's back … His hot breath burned against her neck as he rubbed his cock along the long, slick delta of her cunt, searching for a place to hide it.
"You're different than Gloria," Lonnie said finally. "I can't find your hole."
Billie-Ann had been foolishly hoping that somehow everything would just … work. She tried moving her pelvis so that her wet parts were angled upward. His sharp hardness rubbed back and forth against her buttery softness and whenever the little penis brushed over her clitoris, Billie had to shiver with the good feeling, but Lonnie wasn't having any luck finding a way into the secret fires of her body.
"I've never done it b-before," Billie said, remembering how a day or two before she'd found the place she thought was her hole.
Lonnie raised his head and nodded. "Gloria was like that, too, but she broke it with a hairbrush handle."
"Broke it?" Billie asked, feeling fear tighten the back of her throat.
The blond boy looked impatient with her ignorance. "Broke her cherry."
He studied her face. "You really don't know much, do you?"
To hear that from a ten-year-old made Billie-Ann feel like going through the floor. "No I guess I don't."
Lonnie's face brightened and he poked the blond curl out of his eye for the hundredth time. "That's okay. Gloria told me all about everything."
Billie reddened a little at Lonnie's know-it-all tone. He thought she must be lots dumber than she really was. "Well I know where my hole is," she said. "If you can't find it."
Lonnie ignored her chastising tone. "It's where you bleed from," he said.
This set Billie thinking and puzzling again. One day, only a month or so before, she'd found a spot of blood on the crotchband of her panties. How it had gotten there was a complete mystery to her, and though she'd worried about it for a day or two it'd finally been forgotten. If only there had been someone to ask or talk with she would have, but all Billie could remember were a few whispered conversations she'd overheard when she was going to school at Dooberville. At the time the word "bleeding" hadn't meant a thing to her except that the other girls seemed to think it had a lot to do with growing up. Then once she'd heard one boy snickering in the hall to another. "Old enough to bleed, old enough to butcher," he'd said. Billie'd been sure he was talking about the same thing, but still felt no closer to the truth.
And now Lonnie was talking about it as if it were ordinary, common knowledge.
Billie decided to act as if she knew what he was talking about. "When did your sis start bleeding?"
Lonnie shrugged. "Long time ago. When she was thirteen, I think."
That was all it took to bring back another memory to Billie. Sometime before her thirteenth birthday, Nora had given her a box and said only,
"You'll be needin' these before long." Billie had opened the box and examined with curiosity the finely meshed cotton pads inside. Finally she'd put the things away under her bed and forgotten about them. Her stepmother had never brought up the subject again. The whole silly misunderstanding was coming clear to her now. Billie was certain she knew what the strange pads were meant for.
Lonnie had been moving his body against her all this time, still straining his stiff young shaft between the feverish lips of her cunt.
She slid her hand down between their bodies and guided him into the soft depression below her clit.
"There it is," she told him. "Push right there." For an instant, Billie was acutely aware of what was happening. She was lying naked on the bed with a very young boy on top of her… and the two of them were trying to figure out a way to fuck. Of course, Lonnie wasn't nearly as sexy as Hanson Allen, but to feel his eager prodding as she ran her hands over his skinny bottom made her sigh and cuddle his mouth against her neck, pretending.
"You sure are sloppy down there," he said.
Everything she'd seen in the naughty photos… everything she'd done with Hanson seemed to focus that moment on Lonnie's cock and her cunt.
If she could only get him inside her, she'd know how it was supposed to feel and nobody would be able to say she was so dumb any more. "Oh, can't you push harder!" she cried, clutching a hand under Lonnie's buttocks and keeping his rigid cock against her place with the other.
"It kind of hurts me," he grunted.
A tickle of pain shot through her slit and for an instant, Billie almost pulled away. But instead, she bit down on her lower lip and pulled Lonnie to her all the harder. Suddenly it was as if a knife had been pushed against her underbody. "Ouch!"
"It's going in!" Lonnie squealed excitedly. "Really, Billie, it is!"
With her hand, Billie could feel the sides of Lonnie's cock slipping by … slipping up into her body. But the sharp little pain, which had turned to a heavy, dull ache, overshadowed any other sensation. With trembling fingers, she traced the skin at the base of his member, then touched the edges of her inner cunt. Yes, he was inside her all right, but it was hard to tell much difference.
"It feels better than when I do it to Gloria," Lonnie said against the skin of her chest.
Billie-Ann arched her back and moved her bottom against the sheets, hoping she might at least feel something, but the first pain had numbed her and she was only aware of Lonnie's breathless gasps as he jabbed and lunged against her. Then slowly she began to sense something.
Lonnie's hairless body was rubbing steadily against her naked clit, and the friction had started her feet to tingling between the toes. Then she was aware of a kind of fullness… yes, Billie was sure of it.
Just barely, she could feel something inside her where before there'd been nothing… something moving in and out… it was Lonnie's small penis. She tried to press his body closer, hoping that the rubbing would do what she knew it could, but Lonnie was jumping around so much she could hardly keep hold of him at all.
"Jesus!" he cried out, "it's itching something awful!"
Then he was jerking and crying and twisting around so fast that Billie thought he might be having some kind of fit. Lonnie's violent movements began to hurt her again, as if her cherry, or whatever it was that got busted, hadn't been torn all the way when he first went in. Lonnie's jerky wiggling stopped just as quickly as it had started and he lay in Billie's arms panting like a chased dog.
"Lonnie?" she asked, "what's wrong?"
When he didn't answer, a vague fear began to grow in Billie-Ann's mind.
She hadn't even thought that it would happen so fast… that Lonnie might really… "Answer me, Lonnie!"
"I think I m-made cream," he mumbled, keeping his face pressed against her body so she couldn't look into his eyes.
"Oh, God, no!" she cried, pushing Lonnie to the side and squirming to sit up. A horrible, sinking feeling made her shoulders shake as Billie bent to look at herself in the dim light from the moon. When she saw the dark patch on the sheets between her thighs, she knew it was blood.
Up inside her was maybe something worse.
"Oh, God, Lonnie, why did you do it!" she groaned, not knowing who else to blame.
"Huh?" he asked sleepily.
"I'm knocked up for sure! What'll I do with the baby?"
"You'd better be quiet or your ma's gonna hear." Lonnie had pushed himself up, too, now and was sitting on the edge of the bed watching Billie curiously.
"She ain't my ma!" Billie snapped, turning toward the moonlit window again and spreading her cuntlips. It was hard to tell if there was any cum there or not, because she was so soaked from rubbing against Lonnie. "Are you sure something came out?"
"I'm not sure," he said, rubbing his shoulder. "It just kinda felt like it."
Billie gave him a stern look. "You better get back to bed. The storm's been over for a long time."
Lonnie jumped up obediently and went to where his pallet was. Billie heard him slip under the covets, and after a while she lay back down herself and pulled the sheet up. She was aching and nervous from not having finished her excitement the way Lonnie had. And besides that, her cunt hurt from being torn. An hour passed, and she was still worrying about what she could do… whom she could talk to. When sleep finally came, Billie-Ann dreamed that a policeman and the Baptist preacher made her walk up and down the streets of Dooberville naked… her belly swollen out with Lonnie's child.
Billie-Ann awoke with a start. Nora's grasping, dirty fingernails were digging into her arm and the old woman was shaking her so hard that her brains jiggled.
"Look what you done to that sheet!" her stepmother yelled.
Dumb with sleep, Billie stared at the dark brown splotch between her thighs. She'd meant to wake up early enough to hide the soiled linen but now it was too late for that.
"Must be my t-time," she said, knowing it was a lie but remembering that Nora had been expecting this event since Billie'd been twelve.
The wrinkled old woman still frowned, but her voice wasn't quite so harsh any more. "A girl orta know when she's gonna have her monthlies.
Here you've gone and stained a perfectly good sheet."
After Nora had stripped it from the bed and left, Billie dressed. When she walked into the kitchen, Lonnie looked down at his bowl of oatmeal.
All during breakfast neither of them spoke. Billie couldn't bring herself to feel anger or sadness or anything toward him. She was too scared and confused to think of anything but her own fate. Once the dishes were washed and put away she hurried to the outhouse so she could examine herself again. There was no more blood… no sign of anything else, either. Lonnie's juice was probably up inside her belly somewhere, she thought, making a baby. Billie remembered that most girls just went ahead and had them. Even in the sixth grade she'd heard rumors of a cheerleaders for Dooberville High getting in trouble. But that was before she'd even known how such things really happened, and she couldn't remember what the girl had done about her problem. Before she'd stopped going to school, she'd heard it said that babies could be stopped from getting born. Billie tried with all her might to think of who might know about such things. She'd been too ignorant at the time to make any sense from the information, and now when she needed it…
Finally Billie pulled her pants back up and stared at a spider weaving its web in the slanting corner of the outhouse roof. She felt like crying. There had to be someone who could help her. And in that instant she knew there was. Maybe the only person in the county who could help her Elsie Shelton.
"I'll go with Hanson, like he wants me to," she said aloud, hoping the spoken words would shore up her courage. It would be scary. And Elsie might not even want to speak to her once she was there. She could only remember seeing the heavy black woman once. Elsie had been at the bank in Dooberville and despite the whispered laughs of the white men standing around outside, she'd strutted by them like a queen instead of just another nigger. Billie had wondered then who the woman could've been to act so uppity. Yes, Elsie might laugh in her face. A silly white girl with a baby in her guts and too stupid to know what to do about it. God knows, Billie thought, that the whites had treated colored folks bad enough in past years… maybe some of it would be coming back to her this time. But seeing Elsie was her last and only hope and Billie knew it.
She finished buttoning her ragged jeans and pushed her way out of the smelly crapper. A black buzzing horsefly swooped inside just before the creaking wooden door clapped shut behind her, but Billie was already halfway up the narrow weed-lined path. It would be a week before Hanson would take her to Elsie Shelton's place down in the delta and it would take her that long to get on Nora's good side and to think of an excuse to be gone for a while on Thursday night.
Without being asked to, Billie picked up a bucket and went to the chicken coop to gather eggs.