Robin felt rotten, on Dennis' account, until she hopped into the van and saw Bonnie's angel face. That brightened her, the way it always did. Bonnie was such a sweetheart! She was tall and slim, a couple of inches taller than Robin's own five-six, with cupcake titties and a shy, self-conscious way of walking. Her face was thin and soulfully pretty, dominated by big blue eyes and silky falls of almost-black hair. Bonnie seemed cut out to be a poetess or a ballerina, Robin decided. Those professions went with the image.
Tonight she wore a long sleeved turtleneck top which flattered her high, small tits, and a short wraparound skirt which only enhanced her long legs, for those needed no flattering. Bonnie looked as if she were en route to sing in a coffeehouse.
Robin was comfortable and casual in jeans and a patriotic tank top, decorated with one big star and red and white stripes. Her boobs moved naturally beneath the clinging fabric as she settled onto the seat. "Where do you want to go?" she asked.
Bonnie shrugged. "Maybe to the drive-in? I don't remember what's playing. Or maybe we could go have a couple of beers somewhere."
"That sounds good," Robin agreed. And it meant the joint on Sunday Creek, a few miles out of town.
Unless, Robin reminded herself, Bonnie should happen to lose her cherry in the meantime. Bonnie was a virgin, quite unlike her best friend, and determined to stay one. But that didn't stop her from listening avidly, with self-conscious giggles, to Robin's latest adventures as the van rolled along. Robin gave her friend a full rundown on what had happened since Laurel Willis' call on Friday evening.
Well, not quite full. It was shocking enough for Bonnie to hear about Sean and his sister fucking each other's buns off. She went to church with the Willis kids – while Robin's narrow escape from being abducted and raped upset Bonnie very much. And by the time Robin finished describing her screw with Sam Willis on the couch in her own living room Bonnie was nearly aghast. "You're awful, Robin, and I don't believe a word of it!" her friend squeaked, most unconvincingly.
So what was the need to go into detail about the night of lesbian exploration Robin and Jamie had spent together? Bonnie had always shown some intolerance toward that kind of activity and Robin wasn't sure how her friend would react to a firsthand description of what it was like to be girl-sucked.
They parked on the gravel, locked up the van, and strolled into the tavern. It was a hillbilly joint, full of farmers and guys who worked the strip-mine over on Monday Creek and kids who looked like Elvis Presley did in the late '50's. The jukebox was full of Loretta Lynn and Dolly Parton and Freddie Fender and Conway Twitty, and a few couples were dancing among the tables.
Bonnie led the way to a corner booth and sat down while Robin went for a pitcher of draft. It was 3.2 beer. They were almost old enough to buy it legally but strong enough to make them both giggly after a few glasses. Robin got cigarettes from the machine and they sat chain-puffing as they drank. The air in the small room was already thick with smoke and Bonnie began to wipe her burning eyes.
"Don't look now," Robin whispered to her friend, "but I think those guys over there are trying to come on to us."
Bonnie's head spun instantly and she tried to focus her stinging eyes. "Oh, God, not the two greasers with the D.A. haircuts!"
"No," Robin whispered, "the other ones. They look as out of place here as we do." She could see them better now, for as soon as Bonnie turned to stare in their direction, the two guys left their shadowy corner booth and moved towards the girls.
"Hi," said the first one. "You by yourselves?" They made their introductions over a second pitcher of beer, as if Robin and Bonnie needed any more brew to lubricate their tongues. The boys were Eddie and Ken, both students at the university in town, both sharing a rented house on Sunday Creek, a few miles up the road. They found it hard to believe that Robin and her friend were both a month away from high-school graduation, for they looked so mature, but they were assured again and again that it was true, but don't broadcast it, or else they'd be thrown out for being underage.
"Got a better idea," Ken said. "Why don't we get a six-pack and adjourn to our place? It's just up the road. Be there in no time. And we don't ask for I.D.."
It seemed like a good idea, even to Bonnie, and they got into their cars and headed off. The girls followed in the van, still giggly, still high from the chugged beer. "Which one do you like best?" Robin asked.
"Ken, I guess," Bonnie mused with a laugh. "The other one's a midget!" He wasn't really, Robin told herself, but Eddie was a bit shorter than Bonnie, so she supposed the matchmaking was already taken care of. Too bad. She thought Ken was the cutest, too, and she could dig a little making out with him.
The house was small but "It has two bedrooms," Eddie snickered and there was a fireplace in the living room. A night chill was setting on the air and Robin had always loved fireplaces. She helped Eddie kindle a fire while Ken and Bonnie sat talking on the couch in low, intense voices. One of the boys had mentioned having a little weed around the place, too, and Robin could go for that. She hadn't smoked a good number in months, at least.
Fire roaring, she and Eddie eased back on the throw rug, forgetting about their beer as they began to touch one another's arms and hands with soft, glancing fingers. In the background a small portable stereo was playing Carly Simon, and Robin stretched out her arms towards Eddie.
Close-up he had his cute side, too, she decided, but she blinked her eyes shut as they began to kiss and so she didn't get that good a look at him. The fireplace made the only light in the room, a warm red glow that made her feel good even as she felt warmed, and she stretched her body as it pressed against Eddie's.
He put his arm around her back, fingers moving into the waist of her jeans. His hand slid down, finding the elastic band of her panties, moving inside to touch the rising curve of her ass, and she slid closer to him. Robin could feel a lump growing inside Eddie's pants and she ground her crotch against it.
She wondered how Bonnie and Ken were getting along. Ken was in for a surprise if he thought he was going to make any real time with the tall dark-haired girl. That was for sure. Bonnie was realistic enough to do some necking and petting. Sometimes, she'd confessed to her friend, she'd taken off her shirt and bra to let a boy feel her bare tits, and, if it was a really special guy, she might let him rub her to ecstasy with his hand. But when it came to putting a cock in her mouth or her cunt, forget it!
Not until she felt her nipples rubbing on Eddie's sweater did Robin realize that he'd pulled up her top. One of his hands cupped a boob as they rolled and writhed on the floor, his fingers zeroing in on her teat, pinching it stiff. Didn't one good turn deserve another? She worked her hand between their bodies and traced the outline of his hard-on. Eddie had a nice dick, she thought. It was thick and stiff inside his pants. She wondered if his rod would feel as thick and stiff inside her pussy?
There was no reason why she shouldn't fuck him if she wanted. She was free. It was her cunt. Dennis sure as hell didn't seem to want it.
Now he had her pants unbuttoned! He was trying to pull them down over her hips as she lay upon him there on the floor. "Hey," she called in a low voice, "not so fast. I don't want to do it here."
"Do you want to do it?" he asked, just a bit defensive.
Robin pinched his dick through the front of his pants. "Guess," she invited, getting to her feet. She held her jeans up with one hand but didn't bother pulling down her uplifted top as she turned towards Bonnie and Ken on the couch.
Bonnie's legs were up as she tried to keep the boy from getting too bold on her thighs. She had her knees together, but the skirt was short and bared her all the way to the panties. Her sweater had been pulled high and Ken was sucking the bra covered end of one cupcake tit. Bonnie made soft protesting sounds, but they weren't very loud. Even Robin had to strain to hear them.
"Hey, Bon," Robin called, and both of them looked at her, their faces orange-tinted in the glow from the fire. "I'm going into the other room for a little bit."
"Unh," Bonnie moaned. "I don't feel good."
Robin tugged down her displaced top and went to the couch. Reaching in past Ken she touched her friend's head. Bonnie felt feverish. "You sick?"
Robin asked, and Bonnie only groaned.
"I think I'm gonna pus out," Bonnie said at last, squirming to free herself from Ken's grip. Her voice was beer-slurred and quivery, and Robin knew that her friend had drunk too much beer.
A minute before, Ken had been all libido, but now he sounded concerned when he spoke. "Maybe she outt lay down," Ken suggested, "till her head clears."
"Good idea," Robin agreed. "You get up and we'll stretch her out on the couch."
"Better idea," he countered. "Let's take her into my room and stretch her out on my bed. There's more room. She's kinda tall," he added in explanation.
The three of them got Bonnie into the larger bedroom and deposited her on the sloppily made bed. Robin could only shake her head. Bonnie must have skipped supper tonight and done all that drinking on an empty stomach. But beer always did affect her girlfriend if she drank too much or too fast, and Bonnie had done just that at the tavern and here. On the bed she seemed more restful, her head tossing from side to side a couple of times before she closed her eyes.
Boy! Robin thought. Trust Bonnie to screw it up. How were they gonna get home? She couldn't drive the van; it had a standard transmission. And even if she managed to get the vehicle back to Reckardsville, Bonnie's mother would shit when her daughter came in hung over.
"I'll sit with her a few minutes," Ken said. "She might have to go to the bathroom and she'll need some help."
"Yeah," Robin agreed with a nod. Eddie was tugging at her hand and she went with him. Bonnie was out of it for the time being but Robin was still alert and frisky, so why shouldn't she have a little fun?
While Robin was shucking off her clothes, Eddie rolled a pair of matching joints and they smoked awhile in communal silence, relishing the pungent taste of the weed. By the time her number was down to an unmanageable roach Eddie's dick was harder than ever, so Robin stubbed out her joint and rolled onto her back, ready and willing to get fucked.
He moved between her legs, his hands fondling her body to test the warmth of her nervous system. She was sure that her responses were just what he was looking for. Her nipples were stiff, her pussy was slightly damp, and there was a healthy flush of anticipation on her boobs and shoulders.
Eddie kissed her mouth, her neck, her tits, her tummy, and his finger tickled up and down the lips of her gash until it grew much wetter for him. He filled his hand with the plump, hairy swell of her cunt mound and squeezed it forcefully. Robin whined and lifted her twat into his caress, swinging one leg across his thigh.
They were lying side by side now, and she felt ready for some serious fucking. Her hand shot out to grab his dick and firm up its hard-on. Eddie leaned forward as she touched his rod, and Robin drew it towards her oozing hole. She made the spongy knob rub her slit tantalizingly, steering it with her fingers, and then she opened her snatch to take it in.
His tool was neither too big nor too little just a nice, average cock, the kind her pussy was made to fuck. As she sucked his dick up her gash, Robin couldn't help thinking that, this time yesterday, was making straight for the closed door of his roommate's bedroom and he grabbed at her hand.
"Better wait," he suggested. "We wouldn't want to interrupt."
"There's nothing to interrupt," she pronounced. "Bonnie must be sick. My God, listen to her!" Robin grabbed the door knob and turned it, stumbling into the room.
Bonnie was still on the bed, still half out of it. Her sweater was pulled up to her neck and her tits had been sprung from the cups of her bra. Ken, naked and sporting a hard on, knelt on the bed at her feet. He'd taken off Bonnie's skirt and was in the act of jerking down her panties to reveal her dark-furred twat bush.
Robin stood in shocked amazement. "What are you doing!" she screamed.
Bonnie moaned then, her eyes opening dully, closing once again, and she moved her hands in the air as if she were trying to hit something not in her range. Ken looked up with an attempted grin, pausing in the act of undressing Robin's friend.
"Come on," Eddie suggested, still pulling Robin's hand. "I think we're making this a crowd scene."
She turned. "He's trying to rape her!"
"Oh, come on," Ken joined in. "She's out cold. She wouldn't remember it in the morning anyway."
"You lousy bastard," Robin glowered. "Men have got to be the most contemptible species going!" She wrested her hand from Eddie and made it into a fist. "You get out of here," she hissed. "Now! Or I'll rip your balls off!"
"What's the big deal anyway?" Eddie wondered.
"She's a virgin," Robin snapped. "And she's my best friend. Now get out!"
They went sheepishly and she stared after them furiously. When the door closed, Robin went to Bonnie and did her best to get the girl reclothed.
"What happen?" Bonnie slurred. She was starting to come to consciousness again, a more collected than she'd been earlier. Her hands fumbled across her almost naked body and she looked at Robin wonderingly. "Wha…"
Robin kissed Bonnie on the cheek, very soft, very loving. "It's all right," she promised. "We're going home."