Brittney, the Tapgirl Princess

Spring had been a very busy time for Brittney Davis. First, now she was in charge of checking all of the students' shoes and boots for sharp edges on their metal taps—most of the other kids had gotten bored by this job after the first week or two, so Brittney carried it on almost all by herself after that. Also, her hours at Reed's Drug Store had expanded to three afternoons and evenings each week, almost 20 hours altogether, and when she wasn't at work, she was usually out on a date. Guys were always asking her out because she was known as an "easy lay" although that was a lot more talk than action. But unlike a lot of the girls, she wasn't interested in a serious relationship, and she didn't get jealous when a guy she'd just given head to the night before was seen the next day with his arm around another girl. It was pretty well known, though, that if you wanted to go out with Brittney, you'd better be someone who liked to walk tall, look tough, and, not surprisingly, have your shoes or boots fitted with a lot of steel plating on the bottom. As much as Brittney liked having taps on her shoes, she also liked to compete with guys over who could be the noisiest and flashiest wearer of shoe taps.



Although Brittney would go out with almost any guy at least once as long as he'd impressed her with big steel plates on his boots, most of her repeat dates were with older guys--seniors or guys who'd left school already--guys who had their own cars, and could get her into bars and night clubs. It's not that she was an alcoholic; she just liked having a good time laughing and flirting, and she'd learned that bars were the best places for doing that. Kevin was one of Brittney's favorite dates because he could always get her past the bouncer. Kevin was a senior at County Voc-Tech High who lived along Brentwood Road, but he seemed to be living mostly on his own—at least whenever Brittney was over his mom was "spending the night at her boyfriend's."



Another way that Brittney got into bars was by hanging out with her English teacher, Susan Wilms. When John Baker told Susan he didn't want to go out with her for awhile, she threw herself madly into the young adult bar scene, and when Brittney tagged along, she could usually get in. What bar would turn down two hot platinum blondes who came sauntering inside, lit cigarettes flashing between their fingers, and wearing revealing tops, micro-skirts and knee-length boots with steel horseshoe taps on them!



Often, Brittney and Susan would end up meeting Kevin at a bar and after the women had had several drinks, and had exhausted themselves talking and joking around with every man in the bar, he and one of his buddies would end up taking both of the women back to his place. Sometimes, though, it wasn't just two guys along for the fun but three or four. And then they'd have to scout out some other girls in order to make it "even."



As it happened, Kevin (and sometimes his mom) lived two doors down from one of Brittney's high school acquaintances, Cherie Schmidt—the very same 15-year-old Cherie Schmidt who'd barely got up her courage to have taps put on her shoes just a few months ago, the girl whom Kelly Clark had interviewed along with her mom on her local news story about the tap-wearing fashion in Forest Glen. On this particularly warm Sunday evening in May, Brittney, Susan, Kevin, and three of his buddies were all loudly talking and singing as they paraded down the middle of Brentwood Road, all six of them making incredibly noisy scraping sounds with their steel heel plates dragging along the blacktop. Cherie and her good friend Kelly Johnson, who'd just turned 16 the previous week, were sitting on the front porch swing watching and listening to all the commotion out in the street in front of them, and watching the glow from several cigarettes accompanying the group's movement. They also noticed sparks coming from the road just where the kids were walking which they figured must be from the scraping of their metal taps, seeing that they'd already noticed some sparks at night coming from their own taps when they dragged them really hard along the cement.



"Hey, Cherie," said Kelly. "That's Brittney Davis walking with those guys!" "Hey, Brittney!" Kelly yelled out.



Brittney strained to see who it was in the dark calling to her.



"Its us! Cherie Schmidt and Kelly Johnson! We're on Cherie's porch!"



"Who's that?" asked Tom, one of Kevin's friends.



"Oh, that's one of those stupid goody-goody girls," replied Kevin. "She and her parents have been really nasty to my mom." Then he added, thinking about his neighbor Cherie, "Her mother especially—what a bitch she is!"



"Hey, wait a minute, they're girls aren't they!" Tom said. "We need two more girls. Are they cute girls?"



Brittney answered, "Actually, they're really cute." Tom turned to Brittney. "Brittney, go over and talk to them. Get them to come with us."



Brittney was already on her way, sauntering loudly up to Cherie's driveway, cigarette in hand, where the two girls came off the porch to meet her.



"Hey Cherie. Hey Kelly," Brittney called to them. "We're going over to Kevin's. You know Kevin?," she asked Cherie. "He lives right over there," and she pointed to the somewhat run-down yellow shingle home just beyond the oak tree that Susan and the four guys had just walked passed.



"Yeah, I know him," said Cherie. "My parents think his mom is trash. I'm positive they wouldn't let me go over there."



"Well, they don't need to know, do they!" Brittney said rhetorically. "Just tell your mom I came by and you're going on a walk with me…which is true, right?"



So Cherie yelled through the window to her mom that she and Kelly were going on a walk with Brittney, and they'd be back in an hour. After her mom yelled back an unsuspecting o.k., the three girls took off running and caught up with the others just as they were going inside.



When Kevin turned on the light, Cherie and Kelly saw for the first time that Susan Wilms was part of the group. They almost didn't recognize her, though, because of her punk platinum haircut, which she usually covered over at school with a wig. Once they realized it was her, they were totally floored!



Susan greeted them. "Hey girls, how's it going?" The girls smiled, but were still too dumbfounded to say anything. Then, hoping to break the ice, Susan introduced them around: "This is Tom, Blair, Mike, and Kevin. Guys, this is Kelly and Cherie. They're in my sixth period class. Oh, and girls, you'd better not call me 'Ms Wilms' here—tonight I'm Susan, o.k.?"



"Geez, Ms Wilms…I mean 'Susan,'" said Kelly. "We didn't expect to see YOU here! And you look so different!"



Susan tried a lame but quick explanation: "Brittney and I have become really good friends." Then, putting on a seductive expression on her face, she added, "And see, she's introduced me to some really hot guys!" Then she made a playful stab at 19-year-old Blair's cock.



Brittney interrupted, "Yeah, Susan and I go out bar-hopping at least once a week! You should come with us some time."



Cherie was confused. "But you're only like 14 aren't you?"



Brittney clarified the situation: "Well I'll be 15 in September. But no matter, I can get into most places."



Just then Kevin called out from the kitchen, "Who wants some weed?"



"Sure, Kevin, bring it out," answered Brittney. "You girls smoke pot, don't you?" she asked Kelly and Cherie, sort of as an afterthought.



The girls nodded, not willing to say 'no' at this point. In truth, Cherie had only even tried smoking a cigarette once before, and Kelly was only a little more experienced in that area. Tom put on some music to set the mood. Then the conversation started flowing, and for the moment Cherie and Kelly started to get more comfortable. But then Susan lit a joint, took a drag and passed it on to Tom who then passed it on Cherie. Cherie tried to look like she knew what she was doing, but it was clear she didn't, and the others gave her some good natured applause. Tom gave her a little instruction, and that helped both girls see what to do. When Kelly's turn came, she almost looked natural. As the joints were passed around, the conversation moved from smoking grass to cigarette smoking to parents and then to dating and finally to making love.



Brittney sat on Kevin's lap and the two of them started to kiss, and Susan soon paired off with Blair, going into another room. Tom and Mike went into the kitchen for a moment.



Cherie turned to Kelly and said, softly and somewhat tentatively, "Maybe we'd better go." But she was hoping that her friend would convince her otherwise, and Kelly, to her relief, replied to her, "No way! I don't get to do this kind of thing very often and I'm not going to pass it up. It's like a 16th birthday present for me!" She paused just for a moment. "So which of the guys do you want to be with?"



Cherie whispered back, "Tom's kind of nice." Kelly replied, "O.K., then I'll go with Mike." Meanwhile, of course, Mike and Tom were talking about how to divide up the girls between themselves, and luckily they made the same split as the girls did. So when they came back into the living room, the four of them paired off as if they were already couples.



Tom and Cherie sat down on a sofa, and Tom put his arm around her. Cherie bent her legs under her and, to be more comfortable, took off her sandals. When she did that, Tom noticed her sandals' metal heel and toe taps and said, "Your taps look nice on those sandals. Do you put taps on all your shoes?"



"Well," answered Cherie, I'm starting to do that. But until my mom finally decided it was o.k., I only put them on one pair."



Tom took out his cigarettes and asked her if she wanted one. Cherie replied, "I'd like to but my mom doesn't want me to smoke, so I'd better not." She looked a little embarrassed about saying that.



Then Tom told her she looked really cute ("I love your blonde pony tail!") and that he'd like to take her out some time. Before she thought about what she was saying, she replied, "My parents said I can't date until I'm a junior so I guess I'll have to say no to that too." Then as soon as the words left her mouth, she felt a strong pain of regret. She thought to herself, "Oh my God, what must he be thinking about me. I'm such a dork!"



Meanwhile Mike wasn't having any more luck with Kelly. She, too, declined the offers of this dark, handsome, 18-year-old hunk of a guy, and when he became a little aggressive, leaning over to touch her breast, she drew back instinctively. Like Cherie, she couldn't help herself even though she really did want him to touch her.



Cherie then looked at her watch. "Ohmygod! It's 11 o'clock! Kelly! It's a school night! We better get back! My dad is going to kill me and your mom is going to kill you too!" And then, looking around at Brittney and Kevin making out and hearing Susan from the next room moan in obvious sexual pleasure, she realized how out-of-place she felt. Kelly and Cherie both quietly and slowly stood up.



"Well, guys, it's been really nice. But we've got to go," said Kelly. Brittney and the boys pleaded with them to stay, but it didn't do any good. Cherie called out a goodbye to Susan in the next room, and they both thanked Kevin for inviting them over and Kelly thanked Tom "for showing us how to smoke pot." Their respective boys then walked them out the front door. On the porch, Tom put his arm around Cherie's waist and pulled her towards him. He planted a gentle kiss on her lips, and suddenly a warmth came over Cherie that made her regret her decision to leave. Mike and Kelly embraced and in kissing their tongues intertwined and Kelly began to sweat. She put her hand on Mike's cheek and said, "Another time, o.k.?" He nodded, and the two girls walked down the sidewalk and into the street, Cherie walking barefoot with her sandals in her hand, the silence broken only by the tippety-tapping of Kelly's metal-tipped heels on the blacktop, as the boys watched them disappear down the street.



The next day in school, Cherie and Kelly ran over to Brittney to ask her about what the boys said about them after they left. Brittney told them the boys said that they were really nice and really cute but that they'd wished the girls would have been more adventurous. Brittney reminded Cherie about how she'd advised her before to ignore her parents' objections to having taps put on her shoes. ("And see what happened; now your mom has taps on her shoes too!"). She told them, with not a little bit of annoyance, "Look, you guys had a chance last night to have a really good time with some awesome boys. You are missing out on the best time of your life! You girls have got to change your ways!" She advised them to get horseshoe taps on their boots and to learn to smoke and she advised Kelly to color her hair blonde and leave some dark roots showing. ("When you show them that you bleach your hair, they know that you're available for fun and games!") She added, "Then next weekend you'll be ready to come out with me and Susan when we go bar hopping. You'll meet all kinds of boys that way, and not just high school boys either!"



All that day, between every class period, Cherie and Kelly got together to talk. They both admired Brittney so much that they found themselves really torn. On the one hand, their parents—particularly Cherie's—had brought them up to accept strict rules about behavior and even to accept their beliefs about what was right to do. On the other hand, they truly felt left out of the fun that they saw others having around them. What was worse is that the girl they most admired, and who had been so right in the past, was urging them to "change your ways."



Monday night was choir practice, and both girls dutifully attended, although they both decided to put on more makeup than usual (eye-liner and mascara along with bright red lipstick), and they wore their shortest skirt and put on flats that had the noisiest taps of any shoes they had. They quickly became the center of attention, all the boys and girls wanting to talk with them and be seen with them. While Cherie and Kelly enjoyed the attention, the other kids seemed a little immature to them. They thought back to the night before and how much older everyone was. Kelly commented to Cherie, "And did you notice? All of them--Tom and Mike and Brittney and Susan, too—they all had horseshoe taps on their shoes." They longed to be among Brittney and her friends again.



So the next day, Cherie and Kelly sought Brittney out at lunch, where she was busy putting into the database the newest taps that kids had put on their shoes. Kelly spoke first, "Brittney, we thought about it and we think you're right. We want to change, just like you said."



Brittney looked up from her computer. "That's fucking cool! How can I help?"



"Well," started Cherie slowly, with some obvious discomfort. "Umm, you know I really don't know how to smoke, you know, inhaling deeply like you do. When I tried it, I just started coughing."



Kelly added, "I tried to help her, but I don't know enough myself how to. Plus, I need to know about getting my hair streaked blonde. I've never gone to a hairdresser before. My mom's always cut my hair. Would you go with me the first time?" she asked.



"Sure thing. I will go with you there tomorrow afternoon if you want. It's my one day off work. So what else are you girls going to do to change? How about those horseshoe taps I suggested?"



Kelly replied, "Yeah, we've already picked out a new pair of boots we want to get so we can put horseshoe taps on them. We saw them on Ms Wilms one time, and her horseshoe taps looked great on them. They're like almost knee-length, black patent, with big chunky heels. Do you know where she got them?"



Brittney laughed. "You two are going to be a project, aren't you!" Then, to show she was just kidding, she added, "Come on, let's go see Susan and ask her. I think I know where she is."



As the three of them walked through the building to the teacher's lounge, Brittney asked the girls, "So have you thought how you are going to handle your parents on this stuff?"



Cherie laughed, "We're going to run away from home! No, really, we're going to first get Kelly's dad on our side, and then he's going to win over her mom, and then we're going to get her parents to speak to mine. At least that's how we hope it's going to work."



When they got to the teacher's lounge, Brittney said, "Wait out here. I'll go get her," and she marched into the lounge, her loud taps stopping most of the conversation inside the smoky room. Since Brittney was the official school tap-checker, and even teachers now had to get their shoes' taps checked, Brittney had the run of the school, even the teachers' lounge. Brittney spotted Susan Wilms over on the other side of the room and when Susan looked up, Brittney motioned to her to come outside. Susan put out her cigarette and clicked her way past the other teachers to the open door.



"Hey, Cherie! Hey, Kelly," Susan greeted them as Brittney held the door open for her as she exited the room. Brittney explained what the girls wanted to know. "Oh, those boots? I got them at the Nine West shop at the mall. They weren't too expensive, like about $69."



"We want to get some like that so we can put horseshoe taps on them," said Cherie.



"Oh, I should have known!" said Susan. "Brittney's goin' to have every girl at school in horseshoe taps pretty soon! It used to be that she and I were about the only ones with them! Well, glad I could help!" She started to turn to walk back in.



"Oh, and one other thing, Ms Wilms," said Kelly. "Next weekend, when you and Brittney go bar hopping, would you take us along?"



Susan gulped. She looked at these sweet 15- and 16-year old girls, in their pony tails and sandals, just a hint of makeup on, and with such a squeaky-clean look on their face. She didn't know how to answer. "Well, Kelly, you have to be 18 to get in to a bar. Do you think you can pass for 18?"



Kelly replied, "Yeah, I know today we couldn't. But by the weekend, I'll bet we can. Brittney's gonna help us. You can check us out on Saturday, and if you say we don't look old enough, we can deal with that. But I'm sure we can do it. At least we want to try!"



"O.K., Kelly, you have a deal."





The rest of that week, Brittney was like a mother hen to the girls. On Wednesday, she taught both of them how to smoke, and smoke seductively in a way that turned men on. Then, she went with them to the mall to buy their boots and then immediately back downtown to Sam's where she got him to put double-horseshoes on the heels of both girls' boots ("with the back nails only going through the bottom taps, like you did for me"). On Thursday, she told her store manager that she'd be late for work that day, and she and Cherie accompanied Kelly to the hair salon and waited with her while her auburn hair was heavily streaked with broad swatches of bright pale blonde. Cherie thought it unfair that her own hair was so naturally blonde; she thought she should at least dye it green or purple, or even jet black, but she decided that was for another day. On the way out of the salon, Kelly, now swathed in a blondeness she'd never dreamed of having, and she and her two friends lit up cigarettes and celebrated by parading down the middle of the downtown street, kicking up their well-tapped heels, and making drivers honk at them until they got out of the way.



Kelly had passed her driver's test on her 16th birthday, and with the loan of her parents' SUV, they had had the run of the town for the past two afternoons. Brittney appreciated the ride back to the mall where she checked in for work about three hours late.



"I TOLD you I'd be late, you asshole," she said under her breath after her boss had yelled at her for her late arrival. She stomped her heavily metal-plated boots down on the terrazzo floor, until her boss gave up and turned away in disgust.



True to their plan, Cherie had arranged to stay at Kelly's house Thursday night, and the surprise arrival of Kelly with her streaked blonde hair was deftly managed by the girls, through appeals to Kelly's father (who they knew was partial to blondes). The girls of course hid their cigarettes, and the double-horseshoe tapped boots were similarly hidden away in Kelly's room for their planned use on the weekend.



The girls decided they'd do a test run of their new persona on Friday evening. They had an extra choir practice that night, so they decided they'd show up in their newly-tapped boots which they changed into in Kelly's SUV. A couple blocks before arriving at the church, Cherie took out her cigarettes, handed one to Kelly, and they lit them just as they pulled into the lot.



If they'd been the center of attention on Monday night, tonight they were ten times that. All the girls wanted to know about Kelly's new hairdo and they took turns touching the curls and examining the swatches of blonde. Boys and girls both were interested in the girls' new black shiny boots, and several of them ran their fingers over the double-horseshoe plates on the bottoms. And, of course, their smoking caused a sensation! To be smoking, especially in front of the church, seemed like the girls must be breaking the most serious rule of church etiquette.



"Gee Kelly, I didn't know you smoked," said Felicity. "I don't think my parents would let me. Is that because you're 16 now and you can drive?"



"Well, Felicity, they're not really related. I just decided I wanted to smoke, that's all. You should try it. These Marlboro Lights taste great!"



"Cherie, does your mom know that you smoke and wear horseshoe taps on your boots?" asked Will, who happened to be Cherie's cousin.



"Umm, I don't really know, Will," responded Cherie as she coolly took a deep inhale and let out a plume of smoke over his shoulder. "But I know one thing," she added in a threatening voice. "You better not be the one to tell her, or I'll make you wish you hadn't!"



After choir practice, it being a Friday night, Cherie and Kelly invited three of their girlfriends to drive with them out to the Lakeside Diner for a hamburger and coke. Of course, they called both sets of parents and got their permission, telling them (as their friend Emily had suggested) that one of the girls' dads was going to meet them at the Diner. Emily, although only 14, was one of the few in the church-going group who wore taps on her shoes. She even whispered to Kelly that "I've smoked cigarettes before."



Kelly parked her parents' SUV at the farthest edge of the diner's parking lot, and the girls sauntered across the lot, making as much noise as they could with the taps on their shoes. While they waited outside for a table to be ready, Kelly offered everyone a cigarette from her pack. Emily and Cherie accepted the offer, but Marla and Nikky, who at 13 were a little younger than the others, seemed reluctant to do so, so the others figured that most likely they'd never smoked before. Meanwhile a carload of teen boys came squealing into the parking lot in a low-rider sedan. The girls watched as three boys, who looked to be a little older than the girls, about 16 or 17 or so, got out of their car. The boys walked towards the restaurant, swaggering along dragging and scraping on the cement what were clearly large steel taps on their Engineer boots. The boys came past them as they went in to put their name on the waiting list for a table, and they immediately noticed that three of the girls were smoking. When the boys came back outside, each boy walked up to one of the three older girls.



The boys asked them what school they went to and did they know so-and-so, and the girls did the same. (The boys were all from a high school in the next town over.) As Kelly was standing there talking with one of the boys, a senior named Al, she raised one of her boots behind her and absent-mindedly stomped it down on the floor several times in a row. Al noticed the sound immediately.



"You've got metal taps on those boots?" he asked.



"Yeah," she said. "I do."



"Are they the half-moon kind like girls usually wear?"



"No, actually, they're horseshoes—double horseshoes as a matter of fact!" Kelly said proudly.



"No shit!" said Al. "Le'me see."



Kelly turned and leaned against the wall, lifted one of her legs so Al could see the bottoms of her boots. Shiny thick steel almost filling the space of the boot's heel stared at him in the face.



"That's awesome," he said coolly. "I've got double-horseshoes on some boots at home," he lied. He took out a cigarette pack from his shirt pocket. "Anyone want a smoke," he asked looking around at the girls. He saw that Emily, Kelly, and Cherie were already smoking, but that Marla and Nikky, who were clearly hanging around with the other three, were not. He offered the pack to them.



"They don't smoke," said Cherie, breaking away from her conversation with one of the other boys.



"Yes we do," shouted Marla. "We just didn't want one before." So both girls took a cigarette and accepted the light that Al offered them. Somehow, they managed to keep the cigarette lit and take in some smoke without coughing.



Al turned to the younger girls. "I 'spoze all of you girls have horseshoe taps on too, like…what's your name? ['Kelly']…oh yeah, like Kelly?" he inquired.



"I do," called out Cherie, eager to show them she was cool, too, and she proudly showed the boys the steel under her boot heel.



Emily spoke up too. "I've only got number 3's on these flats, as she bent her leg backwards so her heel faced up for Al to see. "But I've got #5's on my ropers at home," she added.



"What about you girls?" he asked Marla and Nikky, who at that moment were trying to be as inconspicuous as possible, given that they weren't sure they could pull off smoking the cigarette in their hand.



"Umm, no not yet," said Nikky. "But if my mom lets me, I'm going to put them on my next new pair of shoes." Then she realized that wasn't the right way to impress the boy who asked her.



"Hey," said Al's friend Jack. "We've got some booze in the car. What do you say we jump this shit here and go out to the car and have some?"



The girls looked at one another, alcohol being a definite no-no in all of their families. Cherie was the first to answer, thinking of how she and Kelly were using this as their trial run. "Hey, yeah, that's cool. Let's get some of that stuff! I wanna get drunk!" Cherie threw her cigarette down on the ground and stomped on it with her boots. Then she and Kelly each grabbed one of the boys by the hand and pulled them along out to the parking lot, and everyone else followed.



The boys realized that if they wanted to drink in Jack's car, there wouldn't be room for all of them. Kelly pointed out her car at the edge of the parking lot next to the woods. They split up, and Jack and Cherie and Norm and Emily drove across the parking lot while Al and Kelly and the two younger girls walked across the lot. As they chatted, Al and Kelly each tried to outdo the other with the scraping sounds of their horseshoe taps on the cement.



Trying to make up for her earlier gaff, Nikki called out, "Kelly, you have really cool horseshoe taps on those boots. I'm going to have to get me some like yours. I don't really care what my parents say!" It made her feel better to say that.



While the three girls climbed into Kelly's car—Nikky and Marla up front—Al retrieved a six-pack from Jack's car. The three boys popped the tops on enough cans for everyone in the two cars. Al called for Marla to turn on the car radio, and Cherie did the same in the other car. The three boys and Cherie and Kelly each lit another cigarette, and soon the windows came open and the smoke and music and sounds of talk and laughter wafted into the outside air.



In Jack's car, Cherie and Jack started kissing and although Norm and Emily were too busy with their own romantic explorations to be paying attention to what was going on in the front seat, Jack suggested to Cherie that they'd get more privacy if they walked into the woods. Cherie said that she'd like to do that, and as she left the car she called out to Kelly, "Honk if we're not back when you need to go home."



"This is nice," said Jack, as they made their way beyond the lights of the restaurant and parking lot. "Yeah," agreed Cherie, giving him a wet kiss on his lips. "But you know, I can't see where I am!"



"You're in my arms, sweetie," Jack replied. He felt under her blouse, and pushed her bra up so he could feel the girl's tit. He gently squeezed her soft breast, and she let out a quiet moan. Jack bent his head down and lifted up her blouse and put his mouth against her breast and sucked. "Ohhhh," cried Cherie softly, "that feels so good." She thought to herself, "Now I know what I've been missing by listening to my stupid parents. Brittney is so right! Life is too short to hold back." Jack's cock was getting larger. He unzipped his pants without Cherie noticing, and then he took her hand in his and brought it down so she could feel his cock through his shorts. Suddenly realizing what she was holding, she quickly withdrew her hand.



"Touch it, sweety. Make it get big and take it in your mouth." All of a sudden she found herself confused, knowing she was facing a critical decision—not so much that her virginity was at stake since there was no place to lie down, or even sit down, in the branch-cluttered darkness under the trees. But she realized that this was what all of these changes she'd been working on were all about. If she wanted guys like Jack, and like Tom last Sunday, to like her this was what she was going to have to do—to break the bonds that tied her to her parents' values and their version of acceptable behavior. O.K., she said to herself, I'm ready. I want to be like Brittney. I want to be a bad girl! She moved back towards Jack, got down on her knees, took his cock first in her hands and then brought her mouth up to it and started sucking as if her life depended on it. She'd never even seen a boy's erect penis before and now she was going to make him cum all over her.



"Ohhh," he wailed. "So fine! Keep it up! Feels so good!" Cherie kept sucking and she could feel him getting close to cumming. Then—of all the worst times—"BEEP! BEEP!" went the horn from Kelly's car. "CHER-REE!" Kelly called out. We gotta go!"



"Just a second!" Cherie yelled back. And she went back to put Jack's cock in her mouth. But like a popped balloon, the spell had been broken, and they couldn't bring it back.



"I'm so sorry, Jack!" she pleaded, almost starting to cry. "Kelly wouldn't have done that if she'd known. Don't be sore at her!" She held Jack's hand, and as she stood up, she brought her lips up to his and opened her mouth letting her tongue slide into his. They kissed passionately for another minute, and then they released, straightened their clothing, and started to walk back to the cars. They were feeling bad, but good at the same time. "Too bad we can't hear our horseshoe taps on the ground!" Cherie said, hoping that Jack would feel that bond between them. "Yeah," he agreed. "Too bad."