Exquisitely pretty little twelve-year-old Julie Miller smiled coyly at her new boyfriend as she slowly opened the topmost button on the front of her crisp white blouse.
Billy drooled and watched closely as Julie's delicate fingers moved lower and lower down the front of her tight blouse, lingering tenderly at the button that held the material closed over her sweetly formed young tits.
"Come on, baby!" Billy whispered, his voice quivering with excitement.
"Now, if you're going to get all bothered about this, Billy, I'll just have to button myself right back up!" Julie said, pursing her full wet lips and slipping the button back through the buttonhole.
"Oh, Julie!"
"Then behave yourself! I told you I would give you a look! But that's all! Now stop that drooling and just watch!"
Billy nodded eagerly, wiped his sweaty palms hard over his knees. His eyes dropped to the small bulges of the pre-teen's breasts.
Julie settled herself back against the car seat, wet her lips again, then freed the button once more. She was just as excited as Billy was, sitting here in the back seat of her big brother's car. Jerry, the youngster's brother, had finally been persuaded to take his little sister along to the drive-in. He was not happy with the job and had secretly arranged with his girlfriend that she would drive her car and park in the back row at the far end. Then, after Jerry drove the two little kids into the drive-in, he would leave them alone in his car and hop over to Ellen's. This arrangement had worried Julie at first, because she didn't really know Billy all that well, but when Jerry promised to park only a few cars away and in the same row, she agreed.
And the idea of being alone with Billy, one of the most desirable boys in school, was very exciting to her! Imagine! Little Julie and Big Billy! His reputation was well established among the older girls! Macho man! Hung like a horse! Well, maybe it was true that Julie didn't really understand what "hung like a horse" meant, but the other girls had sure been impressed when Julie had told them that Billy had asked her out for a date!
Donna, one of Julie's best friends, had taken her aside during lunch period and tried to explain about Billy.
"Julie, are you nuts?"
"Huh? What are you talking about, Donna?" Donna clutched at her friend's upper arm, making Julie wince.
"Are you stupid, girl? Billy Powers is a sex maniac!"
Julie yanked her arm out of Donna's hurting grip.
"You're the one who's nuts, Donna!"
"Oh? You better ask Norma whether I'm nuts or not! She can tell you all about him! And I mean ALL!"
Julie pouted her lovely lips and creased her brows in a pretty frown. She whirled away from her friend and sat down on the cement steps leading down toward the football field behind the school.
"Okay," she said. "Tell me about him."
"I don't know," Donna admitted, sitting down beside her young friend, and taking her upper arm in both her hands, and pulling Julie close. "But Norma told me some absolutely terrible things about him."
Julie tried to pull her arm free, but only halfheartedly. She liked Donna a lot, and sometimes she even liked the other girl's gentle caresses, her delicate touches – but right now all she wanted to do was hear about Billy Powers.
"Are you going to tell me or not?" she insisted, offering her arm in exchange for the secret information.
Donna stroked Julie's bare skin with her fingertips, just barely touching, tickling, loving.
"Norma told me Billy wanted to…"
"Well?"
"Billy wanted her to let him… tie her up!"
Julie's head jerked back, causing her long thick blonde hair to fall down over her pretty face and shoulders.
"What?"
"Yes! He wanted to tie her up! And you can just imagine the things he wanted to do to her after he had her like that!"
Julie kept the frown on her face, her lips twisted up on her face as she considered what she'd just been told. She wasn't sure she understood it right.
"What's wrong with that?"
"With what?" Donna asked. She was stroking Julie's bare arm with her cheek, now.
"With letting him tie her up?"
Donna pulled her head away from Julie's arm and stared at her friend in open astonishment.
"What's wrong with it? If a girl lets a man tie her up, she'll let him do… anything else he wants, too!"
Julie made a face at Donna.
"Oh, poop! You don't know anything! And Norma is a crazy bitch!"
"Julie!" Donna shrieked. She hated that kind of language. It upset her terribly, and to hear her best friend talk like that was doubly upsetting to the youngster. She leaped up and glared down at Julie.
"I suppose you'd let him tie you up?"
Julie was angry now, too, and without really thinking about her answer, she leaped up and shouted loudly at Donna. "Yes, I would! And a lot of other things, too!"
And Donna turned and ran away, tears running down her cheeks. She hid in the girl's bathroom, and wept her heart out, so terribly afraid for her friend, and afraid that Julie really would let Billy have her virginity. And that was the first time in her life poor little Donna realized she wanted Julie's virginity! That she loved Julie!
She wept harder, and wasn't even aware of the arm encircling her shoulders until a quiet voice whispered in her ear, "Oh, Donna. I'm sorry. I'm sorry."
Donna twisted and turned until she was fully in the arms of her girlfriend, and she gulped hard and sniffed back her last tears, then slowly and tentatively brought her lips close to Julie's, her young heart pounding wildly in her tiny chest. Julie was confused, but felt a strange sensation growing stronger inside her body, deep inside her heart and even deeper inside her… cunny!
And she moved her head forward the slightest bit, to touch her full lips against Donna's thin lips. The two twelve-year-old girls kissed! But the touch of Donna's burning eager lips frightened Julie, and she jerked her head back, and gasped, "Oh!"
Donna tightened her grip around Julie's back, pulling their small bodies as tightly together as it was possible for them to get with their clothes on!
"Julie!" Donna burst out. "I love you!"
"No!" Julie cried, twisting her body out of Donna's arms and backing away, pressing the back of her arm against her lips, which were still moist with her girlfriend's saliva.
"Yes! I love you!"
Donna took a step forward, forcing Julie back another step. Julie found herself enclosed by the walls of the toilet stall. She glanced around quickly, then stared at the young girl before her. She was scared!
Donna lifted her hands in front of her, imploring her friend to understand her need, her love – but it was a need and a love that she didn't understand herself! Her hands went up to her face and covered her eyes. She burst into tears.
When she lowered her hands again, Julie was gone.
And now, only a few hours later, here she sat in the back seat of her brother's car, unbuttoning her blouse for Billy.
The evening had gotten off to a very nice start. Julie had dressed in her prettiest Sunday dress, putting on her only pair of real stockings instead of those horrible pantyhose, and wearing a lovely black ribbon in her hair. As she put the black ribbon on, she felt a sharp twinge of pleasure rush over her nipples and she couldn't figure out why! It was a long ribbon, with two very long tails that hung down through her long blonde hair. As she drew it through her slender fingers, she recalled Donna's words about letting Billy tie her up.
And at that moment, she felt her nipples tingle! And she subconsciously rubbed her thighs tightly together between her nubile legs!
But the thought of Donna's words about Billy brought with it the mental image of her best girlfriend standing in the john, weeping, imploring…
Julie wet her lips and frowned. Then she shrugged and let the picture drift from her mind as she finished her preparations for her evening with Billy.
Her outfit consisted of a tight white blouse with a thin ruffle down the buttons and around the collar and wrists. A black skirt, cinched tightly at the waist with a black cloth belt, showed her long slim legs to best advantage. The skirt hung down to just above the little girl's sweetly dimpled knees. She wore her best training bra, the one with the sleek silken cups that fit so nicely over her just-budding mounds. Her panties were plain white cotton. She had not yet had her first period, so the panties had no extra material in the crotch. When she pulled them up tightly over her hairless little puffy pussy, every sweet detail could be seen!
Secretly she purchased a pair of flesh-tone stockings and a pretty white garterbelt. Julie hated pantyhose. She wasn't sure exactly why, but they felt so constricting on her long legs, and when she didn't wear them, the cool air felt so nice against her bare skin.
Julie's heart was pounding hard and wild, her blood racing through her veins, as she pulled the stockings slowly upward over her long strong legs and hooked them to the garterbelt.
She stood up and checked her appearance in the full length mirror on the inside of her bedroom door.
She arched her back and drew her shoulders back to accent the small upthrusting of her just-budding breasts. Wow! she thought.
She pressed her hands firmly against her tight tummy, feeling the taut muscles, then let her palms slide upward to the undersides of her breast-mounds. She moved her thumbs up over her nipples and wiggled them back and forth over the front of her blouse, feeling the sensation even through the material of blouse and bra, feeling the tingling wonderful warmth grow slowly, deep down in the core of her nipples!
Oh! she moaned to herself, closing her eyes and letting her head fall backward. She stood before her mirror, slowly massaging her small but beautifully formed young breasts, her eyes closed and her long hair dangling loosely behind her.
Mmmmmm. Her moan was low and throaty, like that of a full grown woman in heat! She rubbed her thighs together, feeling the moisture come out on her skin down there, and the funny tension grow stronger up inside her virgin cunny.
It felt so nice!
She began to press her palms harder against her breasts. Her tiny nipples were hard under her moving thumbs, and tickled and itched and begged for scratching and touching and pulling and… and… kissing!
She was lost in her own sweet feelings.
"You're one damned sexy little broad!"
Julie screamed, gasped, straightened quickly, and slapped both palms hard over her mouth. It was Jerry!
"How dare you come in here without knocking!?" Julie shouted at her older brother as she whirled toward him, blushing fully and feeling the hot flush of shame sweep over her entire body.
Jerry was leaning casually against the doorframe, smiling in a way that Julie had never seen before. He was staring at her in a new way, too. Julie wasn't too sure she liked it.
But she wasn't sure she didn't like it, either! She pursed her lips in anger at him, cocked her head, but he pushed himself away from the doorframe and stepped fully into the room.
"Damned sexy!"
"Oh, stop it! Jerry! Stop looking at me like that, or I'll… I'll…"
Jerry grinned broadly. "You'll what, little girl? Tell Mom? Tell her what? That you were standing there playing with your little titties?"
Julie blushed again, lowered her eyes.
"Hey, little sister! Maybe I'll be the one to tell! How would you like that, huh? Maybe I'll tell Mom what I just saw you doing to yourself! Shall I do that?"
Jerry moved further into Julie's bedroom, reaching out behind him to push the door shut. "Hey kid! Answer me! Shall I tell Mom what I saw you doing just now?"
Julie was backing away from him. Her eyes grew wide, her mouth dropped open.
"No, Jerry," she said very quietly.
Jerry stopped right in front of her. His lower chest pressed against the front of her blouse. Julie swayed backward a bit to avoid his touch. She kept her eyes lowered.
"'No, Jerry'?" he asked. He put his thumb under his chin and jabbed upward, forcing her face up.
Julie had been trained from birth to obey the men in her life. Her mother never gave her father the slightest hint of backtalk, and often Julie had heard her mother crying in the bedroom after her father had stormed out to the kitchen for another beer. "Jerry, please don't."
Jerry grinned down at the little girl. "Don't what, kid? I haven't done anything to you."
Julie gulped, but it hurt her throat from the position she was being forced to hold. Her eyes wide, she watched her brother's face. He was obviously considering his position with her. Just how much could he get away with, in this situation?
"It's almost time to go, Jerry," she said with difficulty.
He lifted his other hand and checked the time.
"You're right. It is," he said. Then he added, with a snort: "Almost!"
Julie sighed and closed her eyes, turned her head so that her brother's thumb wasn't shoved up under her soft chin flesh.
"You know, Julie, I wasn't too happy about taking you and your boyfriend to the drive-in tonight. I mean, I had some pretty nice plans for Ellen and me. Now you're ruined those plans, and I think you ought to… well… offer some sort of… let's call it 'compensation'… don't you?"
"Hey, I didn't ruin any plans!" the twelve year old complained. "You and Ellen will be all alone in her car, and you can do exactly the same thing you'd have done in your car!"
"Smartass, are you? You know what I mean, Julie. You and your boyfriend are getting a nice free evening, all alone, and all because of me. What do you say? A little compensation?"
He reached out and stroked Julie's pretty hair, fitting it behind her ear.
"What kind of… compensation?" the little girl said quietly.
Jerry shrugged. He bent his lips close exposed ear and whispered, "Let me watch you play with yourself!"
Julie twisted away, shocked.
"No!" she shouted, rushing around to the far side of her bed. "NO!"
Jerry laughed openly at his little sister's shocked expression. He walked over to the door and pulled it open. Rubbing his nose casually, he turned back and looked at the beautiful twelve-year-old girl.
"You better plan on it, baby girl," he said.