Jenny's Couch, Book 5 Chapter 26

Renee normally loved school, mostly, but she had never wanted to stay home as much as she wanted to this Monday. Karen had spent all day Sunday in bed - in her own bed, alone - and had pled sickness to stay home today. She had told Mommy that she'd got her period and had really bad cramps. Mommy believed her because Karen's periods weren't regular yet. Renee had thought that your period always came every month but Mommy told her that wasn't always so, especially if yours were just starting or, when you got as old as Mommy and it was getting close to when they'd stop for good. And the last couple of times for Karen she really had felt bad. Renee was not looking forward to when her own periods started which Mommy assured her could be any day, now that her breasts were growing and stuff. She already felt weird and gross about the black hairs starting to sprout on her formerly smooth mound. The thought of bleeding out of her cunt every month didn't gross her out so much as it just made her feel like her body was being taken over. The idea that she'd just randomly bleed every so often - for the next forty years! - made her feel like she didn't own her own body and she didn't like it.

But that was a worry for another time. Today Renee was worried about Karen. She'd been the one to help Karen limp back upstairs after they got rid of those awful D'Amico men. She'd been the one to help Karen into the shower and wash all the blood off of her. It still made her feel a little sick to think of her big sister bleeding from all the little cuts, dozens of them criss-crossing her back, her butt, her breasts, her belly. And Karen's hair was so long and thick it took forever to wash out all the dried blood and the sticky bits from the gaffer tape. She'd been the one to watch Karen as she just lay in the big bed the rest of the afternoon, saying nothing and looking at nothing. She'd been the one to walk home with Karen - lead her home, really, because it was almost like Karen was a robot with no program. Unless Renee took her hand and pulled her along, she'd just stood there in the cold, looking lost.

Renee didn't know which of her worries were worse: there was the one she always had, a little, that Mommy and Daddy would find out Karen was a whore. Today, with all the visible injuries on Karen's body, the scabbed over whip marks and the bruising, that was a big worry. Renee couldn't imagine all the bad things that would come from that: Karen being sent away, probably, and not being allowed to be a whore any more and never being happy. Now she also had to worry about Cindy being taken away too, because if Karen was found out her uncle sure as shit would go to jail, and Renee would never see her again. She loved Cindy so much, the thought of losing her just made her heart shrink down to a tiny cold nothing.

But the big worry was, what if Karen tried to kill herself again? What if Renee wasn't there to stop her and she succeeded? What if she was dead and she was gone forever and it was her fault for not stopping her and Renee had to watch them put her in box and bury her in the ground like Cindy's brother? What if she had to live the whole rest of her life without her big sister? Her vision blurred with tears and she had to stop walking on the path. She felt a little like she was dying herself. She squeezed her eyes shut, feeling the tears run down her cheeks icy in the cold wind. She stood still and made herself do her mindfulness until her thoughts stopped racing and the sick, tight feeling in her chest slowly melted and she didn't feel like she couldn't get enough air and was able to take deep, slow breaths and listen to her heart slowing down, lub-dub, lub-dub, lub-dub.

When she opened her eyes she saw Cindy coming up the path from her street wearing her pretty suede jacket, a plaid skirt, wool tights, and hiking boots. It wasn't all that cold today so she was bareheaded. She had started braiding her hair because she liked the way Renee's looked but her fingers weren't so nimble at it yet and goodness knows Renee's uncle was no help so her attempts were kind of lumpy and lopsided. Renee would have to redo it for her so she wouldn't get teased. She'd been meaning to give Cindy her braiding bear, the stuffie with long long yarn for hair that she had learned how to braid with when she was little.

Just the sight of her girlfriend warmed her up inside (and, truth be told, not a little down between her legs as well) and Renee wasn't going to let that be spoiled by her worries, but that was a whole other set of things to worry about. She wanted Cindy to know everything about her. The very first day they met when she showed Cindy her penis she felt something new. She hadn't realized how good it could feel when there was a special person that knew everything about you - knew you - and thought you were just right. I mean, obviously Karen knew about her penis, and so did her uncle, and so did any number of high school boys but it wasn't the same thing, it just wasn't. So she didn't want to keep secrets from Cindy and she wasn't going to, exactly...but Renee really wished she could talk to her about some of the things she'd been feeling lately. She'd always taken for granted that her uncle knew what was best for Karen and for her. He was a grownup, after all, and he loved them. But lately Renee was starting to wonder about that. Some of the things that she had done because he asked her to, things he'd said would help Karen, now Karen said they hadn't helped her at all. Renee had thought of course it was ok to make Karen expose her naked body to strangers, because even though she acted scared and ashamed, she was a whore and it just made her cunt get hotter and feel even better. And sometimes Renee would pretend to Karen that she was grossed out by Karen's whoring for the same reason. But now Karen was telling her it hadn't made her feel better, it had made her feel worse. And Renee was wondering, why did he tell her to do stuff like that? Didn't he realize Karen didn't like it? Did he realize, but he lied to Renee about it? Why would he do that? And why hadn't Renee realized herself that her sister didn't like it?

It was all a big messy snarl of thoughts and feelings that she couldn't seem to untangle and she wanted to talk to Cindy about it and they'd figure it out together - but she couldn't. She couldn't tell Cindy that her Mister that she loved, that had taken her in and loved her and let her be herself, maybe wasn't a completely good person. She couldn't hurt Cindy that way. But there was nobody else she could tell. She sighed, but then she scrubbed a hand across her face and put on a big smile as Cindy walked up to her. The two girls hugged, and then held hands walking towards the footbridge that went over the highway and the path that took them to the street their school was on. There was a bus shelter there with a bench that was dry they could sit on. Cindy got a brush out of her backpack and Renee used it to brush out her light brown hair and rebraid it with quick, sure movements of her fingers. When it was done she put the rubber band around the end then leaned forward and planted a quick kiss on the light brown skin of Cindy's neck. Cindy giggled and turned around on the bench. Her ice-blue eyes sparkled and Renee felt something warm turn over in her chest. She felt her face get hot and knew she was blushing. "I love you," she whispered and Cindy whispered "I love you too," back. But there were other kids walking by so Renee stood up, clearing her throat and running a hand surreptitiously down the inner thigh of her khakis, making sure her penis was in place and not showing. She took Cindy's hand and they headed down the sidewalk towards school.

At one point Renee heard snickering behind her and heard a voice say, "Freak-o Dick-o." She was going to let it pass - she really didn't want to start the day this way - but she could tell Cindy heard too from the way her shoulders got stiff. She spun around and, sure enough, it was that little shit. She stormed right up to him, fists balled. "What did you say, Bobby McLaren?" Letting him know she knew exactly who said it and he couldn't hide behind his friends. Bobby's face went pale, probably remembering the time Renee hit him so hard he threw up on himself, and he took a step back. Renee just kept coming and he kept backing up until he bumped into a telephone pole. His asshole buddies that he'd been walking with just kept going, pretending they hadn't been laughing a second ago, pretending this had nothing to do with them. Renee pushed her face right up into his, never mind that he was a good three inches taller than her. She bit off the words. "What. Did. You. Say."

Bobby's eyes were wide and he swallowed audibly. "Nn...nothing," he said, his voice gone high and squeaky.

Renee grabbed the lapels of his jacket. She couldn't lift him off the ground but she was strong enough to shove him back against the pole and make him go up on tiptoe. "Are you sure?" she said, her eyes flashing. "Because I thought I heard you call my friend a name and you remember what happened the last time you did that, right?"

Bobby nodded almost frantically. "Honest, Renee, I didn't say anything." She held him there a few seconds longer, then shoved him against the pole again, spun on her heel, and walked back to Cindy. Behind her she heard him mutter, "Lezzie!" That, she could ignore.

"You're going to get in trouble," Cindy whispered urgently to her. "Mrs. B. is watching."

Renee looked up and, sure enough, Mrs. B. was on duty at the west entrance this morning. Swell. So she put on a smile, took Cindy's hand, and sauntered along the sidewalk as if she hadn't a care in the world. They waited for the light before crossing. And then because everything was awful except for Cindy and she was just done - not even 9 am and she was done for the day - she held Cindy's hand as they walked up the sidewalk and she stopped right before they turned down the walk, right before they were on school property, and put her arms around Cindy and gave her a big kiss smack on the lips. Then she looked Mrs. B right in her dead-fish eyes, stepped back and dropped Cindy's hand and the two of them walked side-by-side up the walk and up the stairs to the big doors. Mrs. B. moved to stand in their way, looking down on them and said, "I have my eye on you, Renee."

Renee gave the eye contact right back and made her face blank and her voice absolutely flat when she said "That makes me feel very safe, Mrs. B." Then she said, "Excuse me," and stepped around the teacher and through the doors with Cindy scurrying after. Once inside she stepped close to Cindy but didn't touch her, didn't say anything, just looked in her eyes and they had a whole conversation that way for about five seconds. Then with a quick "Bye!" Renee turned one way and Cindy turned the other to head for their respective classrooms.

Renee was in fifth grade and Cindy was in fourth. On the one hand Cindy was behind in some stuff because she had missed the start of the school year when she got kicked out of the house. But on the other hand she was so smart. She was interested in history and she was checking out books from the adult section of the public library, big thick books about gay people and trans people that lived even hundreds of years ago and she would tell Renee about what she read. But anyway it meant they didn't see each other much during the day: at recess, that 4th and 5th grade took together, and their lunch periods overlapped by ten minutes. And they made it a game, either at recess or lunch, to pick a time when they would both ask to go to the bathroom and then if there was nobody else in the bathroom they would make out for, like, three minutes. And on the days Renee had track Cindy would sit in the stands and do her homework and then they would walk home together.

The morning was Math and then Government. Math she was good at, she just had a tendency to get in a hurry and make careless mistakes. Government was mostly her comparing what they read with what her mom and uncle told her about how things really worked, though she knew better than to share any of their observations with the class. Today, though, she was distracted worrying about Karen and when she got called on she had no idea what the question was. Her teacher this year, Ms. Boynton, was kind about it but Renee felt like she'd disappointed her. As soon as she could she raised her hand and asked for the bathroom pass. Instead of going to the girls' room, though, she went around the corner and slipped into a custodian's closet. No one was ever in there during the day. She pulled the door closed behind her and sat in the dark. She took her flip phone out of her back pocket. They weren't allowed to use phones during school hours except for emergencies. She called home. Daddy picked up on the third ring. "Renee, what's wrong?"

"Nothing's wrong, Daddy..."

He interrupted her. "Then why are you calling from school? Don't tell me my darling youngest is breaking the rules!" His tone was mock-severe. Renee smiled in the dark.

"Daddy, how's Karen feeling? Is she okay?"

"I gave her the heating pad for her tummy and she went back to sleep. It's sweet that you're concerned, but it's just her period. She's not sick and she'll probably feel better tomorrow." Renee couldn't tell Daddy why she was worried, of course. "Now hang up before you get in trouble. You can see her in person after school. Love you."

"Love you," she answered automatically and closed the phone. She cracked the door and peered out into the hall, making sure no one saw her slip out before she walked back to her classroom.

Ms. Boynton gave them study time before recess so she finished the math assignment then pulled out her paperback. It was a "romantasy", meaning it had both elves and dirty parts but she couldn't really concentrate on it today.

Finally they were dismissed to recess. Renee stepped out onto the playground. The sun was out and it was warming up. Cindy was waiting for her where they always met. She was excited. "I have to show you something!" she said, and took hold of Renee's sleeve to pull her across the playground. After glancing back to make sure the playground monitor hadn't noticed - it wasn't Mrs. B. today - Cindy headed across the field, threading through a mob of boys playing "kill the guy with the ball" with Renee in tow. Renee almost laughed when she realized Cindy was heading for the giant willow tree on the fenceline. "Marilee told me about this today," Cindy chattered. "She said if you go under no one can see you!" That was true. It was also something Renee had known about since she started school. Every kid that went here knew it. She didn't want to dampen Cindy's excitement so as Cindy threaded their way through the drooping branches Renee didn't mention that over the last year she had probably swallowed about a quart of cum under here.

It was dim and cooler and smelled pleasantly of damp earth and leaf mold. Cindy stopped by the tree trunk and turned to face Renee. Her jacket was open, showing her pretty black shirt with the ruffles. Her face was serious as her pale, pale blue eyes looked into Renee's hazel. "Thank you for this morning, for standing up to dumb old Bobby McLaren," she said quietly, and then she leaned in and softly pressed her lips against Renee's. Renee kissed her back, gently at first, but then she was surprised by a surge of horniness like a warm wave rising up from her pussy. She tugged at the tail of Cindy's shirt and pulled it out of her skirt then pushed it right up under her armpits, baring her chest. She bent and Cindy gasped as Renee captured one of her puffy pink nipples between her lips. She sucked and nibbled at the stiffening nub while she rubbed the other between thumb and forefinger. Her other hand pressed against the small of Cindy's back. Her light brown skin was cool and Renee felt goosebumps under her fingertips.

Cindy moaned quietly, almost silently, and her hands fumbled with the snap of Renee's khakis. She got the zipper open and her hand snaked down the inside of Renee's thigh. She shivered as Cindy gave her penis a squeeze but then her hand came up to press behind it, sliding over the silky fuzz starting to spread across her mons down to the peak of her slit. Two fingers slid down to frame Renee's clit and gently capture it.

Renee's heart was so full of love for Cindy that she just wanted to climb inside her and stay there forever, but despite that her cunny remained dry and Cindy's fingers felt like nothing even stroking her most intimate parts. When Renee didn't melt like she usually did, Cindy stopped and pulled back a little bit. "What is it?" she asked, searching Renee's face as she tugged her shirt back into place.

Renee's vision blurred and she realized it was tears. Suddenly she was crying and she was telling Cindy everything, about what Moira did and Karen trying to kill herself, and the D'Amicos, and being really scared but having to fight them to protect Karen, and Karen being so sad like a zombie now and how terrified Renee was she would try to kill herself again. And she couldn't stop and she found herself telling Cindy the stuff she wasn't going to, about her uncle and how she wasn't sure anymore if he really even loved her and Karen, or if he just wanted to fuck them, and maybe he wasn't even a good person, and she didn't know if she could trust him and she just didn't know what to do. A part of her was horrified that she was putting all of that on Cindy but she couldn't seem to stop, it just poured out of her.

At last she ran out of words, and then she felt embarrassed standing there with her pants unsnapped and her nose running and crying like a little baby. She was afraid Cindy would be mad at her for saying those things about her Mister who saved her from having to live on the streets alone after her brother was killed. Cindy's pale eyes looked huge, but then she seized Renee in a fierce hug and Renee buried her nose in Cindy's hair and her unique sweet spicy scent filled her nose and she was crying harder as Cindy rubbed her back and said, "It's alright, it'll be okay," until Renee's crying trailed off into sniffles and hiccups.

Cindy spoke and Renee could feel her voice vibrating against her chest. "Something Charlie told me, people aren't all one thing. Sometimes good people do bad things. Maybe they don't understand it's bad, or they can't help themselves, or they're mad or afraid. Nobody is a completely good person. Well, maybe Lilah," she said, drawing a startled bark of laughter from Renee, but then she thought about it and realized yeah, maybe Lilah. "If you love someone and they do a bad thing, you can help them understand it was bad and help them do better. But you can't make them be perfect. You just forgive them for not being perfect. And forgive yourself for not being perfect, either." Her voice got slower and very soft. "I know Mister isn't perfect. I see him sometimes teasing Karen. I see him choking Lilah with his thing. That's not right, but I think even so he really loves them and he wants them to be happy. I don't always understand why he does bad things like that, but it's not because he's, like, evil." She almost whispered the next. "Not like my dad." She took in a breath. "He wants to help Karen, he told me so. He doesn't know how yet, but he won't let anything happen to her."

Then the whistle blew for the end of recess and the children sprang apart as if they'd been actually caught. Renee hastily did up her pants, Cindy tucked in her shirt and smoothed it down and they threaded their way through the willow branches and back out into the sunshine. Nothing was solved, really, and Renee still didn't know what she was going to do, but she felt as if a weight was off her just for having told Cindy everything, even the stuff she hadn't meant to.

Renee felt her phone vibrate against her butt during class but she didn't have a chance to check it until lunchtime. She sat alone at a table in the corner. Usually she read while she ate until Cindy came. It was easy to sneak her phone into her lap and look like she was reading the book she had opened on the table. It was a big boy she knew, asking if she was available after school. How many? she asked. 12 came the answer. Her eyebrows went up.

That's a lot
Bring your friend
U know shes trans rite? Dont want a problem A mouth was a mouth, but some boys were weird about if the mouth was attached to a penis, a real penis that is.
Its cool
Where
Kissy Rock

Renee wanted to get right home to be with Karen, but she was also dreading it, seeing Karen so sad and knowing that nothing she said or did would help. So she decided to give herself a break even though it made her hate herself a little for being a coward.

Wait

As Renee put her phone away and went back to eating her uninspired lunch she became aware of some of the girls in her grade sitting at a nearby table. They were part of the popular clique and for the most part Renee held them in mild contempt to the extent she noticed them at all. She knew she was a figure of fun to them for the way she acted "like a boy", meaning knowing how to fight and not being a simpering ninny obsessed with hair and makeup. The fact that she had a girlfriend was not a big deal - half the kids in the grade decided at some point that they were gay or bi or pan or some other thing they read about in Seventeen - but the fact that her girlfriend was "really a boy" was somehow utterly hilarious to them. They were whispering and giggling now and cutting their eyes at her when they thought she wasn't looking. Renee acted like she didn't care and for the most part she didn't. Knowing that she could tie any one of them into a knot and stomp her into the pavement went a long way to fostering that attitude, but some of those girls had been her friends back in third and fourth grade and there was still a little sting when she thought about how they had dropped her in order to be accepted by those snobs. Zoey, a brown girl with giant puffs of dark, kinky hair and a raucous laugh was one of them and Renee felt a little better when she happened to catch her eye and stared her down until she stopped laughing with the other ninnies and looked maybe just a little ashamed before she dropped her gaze.

Cindy's class was late coming to lunch. If Renee had waited for Cindy to get through the line she would've missed her entirely, so Renee bussed her tray and then butted in line to stand next to her. She whispered to Cindy if she wanted to suck some cocks after school. Cindy thought for a second and nodded. Then Renee just had time to ask "1:45?" and Cindy nodded again and then Renee had to hurry to catch up with her class leaving. She was last in the line.

After lunch was reading time, which Mommy said was to give the kids time to digest and get their brains back online. Then it was book reports, Ms. Boynton was pulling four names out of a hat every day. Renee wasn't called which was lucky because she realized with a sinking feeling that her report was still sitting in the printer tray at home - she'd forgotten to put it in her folder last night. Then it was Science, they were doing a unit on optics and experimenting with prisms and lenses. That was really fun and interesting and she almost lost track of time but wouldn't you know it, at 1:44 exactly the fire alarm went off! It was a fire drill. There went her makeout time. They had to file out and line up in the parking lot, each class had its own spot and Cindy's was clear on the other side of the building. Renee didn't even get a glimpse of her. She stood in the line listening to the other kids chatter around her and for some reason just then it struck her, she really didn't have any friends in her class at all this year. Samuel and Wick and Terri that she played D&D and board games with, Mishi and Branle from the track team, and Peri that she'd known since they were both babies, were all in different classes. Since Karen became a whore she had maybe gotten too used to keeping herself to herself to keep people out of her private business. Suddenly in the midst of the controlled chaos in the parking lot and for the first time, she felt lonely.

But then the all-clear sounded and her line started moving back inside and she pushed those feelings away. At the last minute she remembered Ronaldo was still waiting for her answer so she tapped out a quick OK while she was still in the middle of a bunch of kids and away from any teachers.

The last part of the day was study time again. Renee had some homework from Government and Science but she couldn't make herself do it so she read her romantasy instead. Finally, they were dismissed for the day. She loaded up her backpack. On her way out the door Ms. Boynton told her she expected all her homework to be done for tomorrow, letting her know she had seen her not working on it during study time. Renee ducked her head and nodded.

She met Cindy on the steps outside the west entrance. Mrs. B. was nowhere in sight but they still waited until they were off school property to take out their phones and call home to say they were going to do their homework in the park together since it was a warmish day. Renee asked how Karen was feeling. "She got up and ate a little soup," her Daddy said, "Then went back to bed. She said she was feeling some better, and to get her up for dinner." Renee sighed, then resolutely put it out of her mind for the next little while.

She set off with Cindy walking in the opposite direction from home. They turned a corner and took a street that snaked behind the school and around a piece of land that, wedged between some light industrial and the highway, was too small and too steep for anyone to develop and so was left wild and covered with thick woods. But if you picked your way to the bottom of the hill right before the steep upslope of the highway embankment, just inside the trees was Kissy Rock. It was four long, irregular humps of granite sticking out of the ground, maybe 10 or 15 feet tall, in a rough semicircle. Renee used to imagine that there was a giant stegosaurus buried underfoot and these were its back plates poking up into the air. The formations overlapped some and there were spaces between them where no one could see you until they were right on top of you.

It was a lot cooler in the woods, not quite uncomfortably so but you really noticed the air temperature without the sun on you. The ground was thawing but still cold. Cindy hadn't been to Kissy Rock before. She paused in the little clearing and put her head back, taking it all in. Renee squeezed her hand and they exchanged a smile before Renee led her into the middle of the rough semicircle and between two of the humps that ran parallel for a ways with another smaller upthrust behind. It was a private space, and with the rock sloping up on three sides it made a tiny amphitheater. Ronaldo and all of his friends were sitting or leaning on the rocks: 12 boys much older than Renee and Cindy. She knew Ronaldo was in eleventh grade and most of the other boys looked at least that old. There was one who could've almost been a grownup. He had a mustache and sideburns even though his body still had a teen's gawkiness.

Renee had agreed to this but now that she was here she just felt tired. She wished she hadn't come. She wouldn't back out, but she'd see if she could get it over with as quick as she could. She and Cindy shed their backpacks and Renee spoke to Ronaldo who was leaned against the cold gray stone. Weirdly he held out his hand to shake and she automatically took it. Her hand disappeared into his much larger palm. "Soooo...I don't really feel like doing any buttsex today so I guess you guys can just line up."

Ronaldo gave her a crooked smile. "Well, but we were wondering if you and your friend would be up for something different."

"Different how?"

"Instead of just sucking us - I know you two are girlfriends, we'd like to see you guys, you know, make out. That'd be really hot. And we could, like, stand around and you could use your hands and your mouths, like all at the same time."

Renee shook her head. "Your stuff would get all over our clothes. I don't think my mom and dad would like that."

Ronaldo was ready for that objection. "You could...get undressed?" he said tentatively, as if he were a little afraid of her reaction.

"On the ground? No, I don't THINK so."

But Ronaldo was prepared for that. "We have a blanket!"

Renee's first thought was a flat no-fucking-way, but then she thought about it, and if they had all those dicks out at the same time, they could get it over with sooner. "Wait a minute," she said, and grabbed Cindy's hand and stepped back out of the little area. She put her arms around Cindy and stood almost nose-to-nose with the younger girl. "What do you think?"

Cindy looked a little unsure. "I...guess it would be okay. I mean, otherwise we have to swallow six cums each? That's kind of a lot. This way some of them might squirt when they're not in our mouths. And it would be faster, I know you want to get home to Karen. But...I won't get all the way naked." She dropped her voice to a near-whisper. "I don't want them to see my, you know. I'll keep my panties on."

"So will I, then," Renee said immediately. She didn't want her girlfriend to feel weird about it. "But you're okay with it? You can say no and I wouldn't be mad or anything."

Cindy smiled. "I know you wouldn't." She leaned in and gave Renee a quick kiss on the corner of her mouth. "Let's do it."

The two children walked back in and looked up at the dozen teenagers surrounding them. "OK," said Renee to Ronaldo. "Where's the blanket?" It was duly produced and spread on the ground, a faded plaid picnic blanket with a fringe, smelling only faintly of mildew. Renee and Cindy stepped into the middle of it. Cindy sat and untied her hiking boots, took them off and aligned them carefully at the edge of the blanket. Meanwhile Renee shucked off her coat, pulled off her tshirt, and wriggled out of her bra. Her small breasts bounced free. Her large, pinkish-brown nipples immediately crinkled in the cool air and stood straight out. Only then did she sit down to take off her boots. Meanwhile Cindy had unsnapped her skirt and while still sitting worked it out from under her butt. She folded it in quarters and set it carefully atop her boots. Then she pulled off her tights, revealing pale pink panties with little purple and silver butterflies and a bow at the front. Her tights, again carefully folded, went on top of her skirt. She unbuttoned her black blouse without removing her coat. Renee kicked off her boots and stuffed her socks into them, then stood, unsnapped her khakis and pulled them down, kicking them onto the edge of the blanket next to the rest of her clothing. She was wearing boyshorts, tight bright red boxer briefs. They had a fly but the head of her penis peeked out of the left leghole at the inside of her thigh. The two children turned to face each other, naked except for underwear and Cindy's footy socks. Then Cindy smiled and put her hands on Renee's breasts. Renee inhaled as Cindy flicked her thumbs over the large erect nipples, then she put her own hands on Cindy's waist and pulled her close. They kissed, Cindy tilting her head back just a bit to make up for the inch of so difference in their heights. Renee closed her eyes and ignored all the eyes on them and just concentrated on the feeling of Cindy's hands on her breasts, Cindy's mouth on hers, Cindy's tongue as it slid between her lips and flicked against the roof of her mouth. She started to feel a little slutty and ground her hips lightly against the younger girl's. In response Cindy took her hands off Renee's breasts and moved them down to cup her ass inside the tight boyshorts. She pressed her finger briefly into the cleft between Renee's cheeks.

As Renee slid a hand up the back of Cindy's neck she felt something poke her in the side. She opened her eyes and there was Ronaldo on the blanket with them, looming over the much shorter elementary-age girls. And there was his penis, poking her. Renee reached out and wrapped her hand around the shaft. She moved it from side to side, smearing a line of precum across both her and Cindy's skin. But the angle was awkward. When Ronaldo said, "Why don't you two get down on your knees," she saw that it would make things much easier.

The two girls got down, giggling as they tried to change position without breaking their kiss. When they were upright on their knees they continued caressing each other. This time Cindy received a poke under her chin and when she opened her eyes, yep, there was a cock. She took hold of it at the base, feeling Ronaldo's pube stubble, and rubbed the head across her chin to Renee's and back. Feeling the hot skin against her, Renee opened her eyes. Ronaldo's cock looked very pale against Cindy's cafe-au-lait skin. She let her mouth slide off Cindy's to the side and she lipped and licked along the length of Ronaldo's shaft. She heard his sharp intake of breath. When she reached the base, Cindy took the head in her mouth. Ronaldo pushed his hips forward and his cockhead bulged out Cindy's cheek. Renee licked back up the shaft. She looked up to see Ronaldo watching with burning eyes. "Fuck, you're so sexy," he said to both children.

Renee kissed around the collar of his cock, then kissed the corner of Cindy's mouth, then back to the cock filling it. Ronaldo pulled back just a little so his cock popped free, dripping with saliva, and then redirected it into Renee's mouth. The children took turns that way until Renee felt the penis start to swell in her mouth and knew what that meant. She spit it out and held it up close to vertical and Cindy started licking up and down. When Renee took one of his balls in her mouth, that's when he exploded. Cindy made a startled "eep!" when the first blob of hot semen splashed down onto her forehead but Renee turned her face up, laughing, as the cum showered down. She caught some in her mouth but most went on her cheeks and forehead, and a big blob across the bridge of her nose. Ronaldo's last shots just dribbled out and she and Cindy licked them up as they ran down his shaft. As his cock started to wilt in her hand, Renee turned her semen-covered face to look at the rest of the boys, swallowed, and said "What are you waiting for?"

The girls barely had a moment to lick some of the cum off of each others' faces when they were surrounded by a forest of cocks. Big cocks, smaller cocks, pink cocks, brown cocks, cocks circumcized and not, hairy and trimmed, it was like being attacked by puppy noses. Renee's eyes never left Cindy's as the two girls reached up and moved their hands from dick to dick, giving one a couple of strokes before switching off. Dicks poked at their mouths and noses. They made a game of trying to capture each one in their mouth, and then try to pass it to the other girl's mouth and trade kisses as they did.

It was when she felt a pair of rough hands on her breasts that things changed for Renee. She was about to slap them away, call foul, stand and break thing up, when she realized two things. One, she was very wet down there. And two, she was so, so tired. So tired of always being on guard, tired of being the one who watched out for everyone, who made sure no one got out of line and no one got hurt. She was tired of always having to be the one in charge. She looked at Cindy who was waiting for the explosion. Instead, Renee smiled at her. She leaned forward, nudging two penises aside, so she could whisper in Cindy's ear. "I'm going to let them - just me. Okay?" Cindy's pale blue eyes went wide. She mouthed "Are you sure?" and Renee was sure she was tired of having to say "no!", so she nodded.

Renee stood suddenly and stepped back, pushing her butt into the boy who was somewhat clumsily feeling up her titties. "Hey, boys," she said and it was more challenge than enticement. She got her thumbs under the waist of her underpants and the elastic bands of her strap-on and in one motion pulled them both down below her knees and stepped out of them. She ran a finger down her slit, finding it already juicy and starting to leak. She raised the hand to her mouth, sniffed and licked the finger, tasting her own essence and making a theatrial "Mmmm" sound. She looked up and around into a dozen surprised faces and a dozen erect cocks. "You boys want to fuck me?" The "fuck" was an explosion out of her mouth.

"JUST me," she made clear. "You leave my girlfriend alone." Cindy had stood up as well and backed up to the edge of the blanket. She was clutching herself nervously through her panties. Renee looked back at the ring of high schoolers around her. "Got it?" There were nods, and surprise turned to smiles turned to leers as she turned one leg out and used two fingers to spread herself open. "Then come get this slutty cunt!"

It was the older-looking boy, the one with the mustache and sideburns who reacted first. He stepped forward, picked Renee up and went to his knees, laying her gently on the blanket. She felt something dig into her back and reached underneath herself, coming out with her underwear-wrapped penis and tossing it lightly onto the pile of her other clothing. She spread her legs wide. The boy loomed over her, fully-dressed except for his open trousers. She moaned softly as she felt his hot cockhead swipe up and down her slit and rub over her button. Then he pushed and she was so juicy that his adult-sized penis slid smoothly in, filling her completely. "Oh, FUCK!" she exclaimed. He started thrusting and she was close already. "Ooo, ooo, ooo, oooOOOoooOOOoooOOO!" Not even a full minute and she was cumming. She closed her eyes and let the pleasure overtake her. She put her bare feet against his denim jacket and felt her legs trembling, felt the cool air like spice in her lungs and on her nipples. She heard people shifting around her, and then something hot and rough bumped against her lips. Her eyes still closed, she opened her lips and moaned softly as a penis slid into her mouth. She reached out her hands blindly, groping among denim and cold zippers until she filled each hand with another cock. The boy between her legs started making rapid short, hard little thrusts and then he groaned and she felt the liquid heat of his spurts filling her up. He froze, panting and she could feel his breath on her cheeks. She opened her eyes and looked up into his smug, mustached face, and felt the corner of her mouth quirk up into a matching smirk. Then they moaned softly together as he pulled out.

Renee spit out the dick in her mouth, rolled over and got up on her hands and knees. She reached back under herself and used to fingers to spread her cunny open. Her labia were slick with cooling semen. Then a cock loomed in front of her face and she opened her mouth. It muffled her groan as another boy grabbed her hips and filled her up again.

Afterwards, Renee lay on the blanket panting. She looked down at herself. Cum speckled her breasts, her belly, her thighs. Her mons was coated. Her cunt felt stretched and a little sore and she could feel semen leaking out of her, dripping down onto her asshole. The blanket was wet underneath her ass. Her nose and mouth were full of the bleachy smell and sour taste of cum. Her lips were sticky as she opened her mouth and licked them. Her cheeks felt stiff as jizz dried on them and she felt more of it drip off her chin and run down her neck to pool in the hollow of her throat. The boys were gone. There was just Cindy kneeling on the blanket, fully dressed now and looking down at her with concern. Renee smiled at her and reached out her hand. Cindy took it in both of hers. "I'm okay," she said, answering the question in Cindy's pale eyes. She sighed deeply. She felt relaxed and it was something she had been missing for a long time. Like she'd been walking into a stiff wind for so long and then it stopped. "Really, I'm ok. Are you..." She felt a stab of worry. "Are you mad?"

Cindy shook her head. "Not mad. I just...I wasn't expecting..." She trailed off.

"I know," Renee answered. "Neither was I. But just this once, I..." she groped for words. "I was tired of making the rules."

Cindy's pale eyes softened. She bent and kissed Renee softly, straightened and wiped cooling cum off her mouth. "It's okay. We should get home. I still have to do my homework."

"Yah." Renee rolled over and got to her feet, feeling the soreness in her hips and inside her. "Yechh. I'm going to get right in the shower." She pulled on her khakis without underwear, stepped into her boots, and put on her coat over her bare torso. She shook her penis out of her underpants and used them to wipe her face, if not clean, at least to an even glaze. Then it went into her backpack along with the strap-on and the rest of her clothes. She looked around at the woods and Kissy Rock and took a deep breath. She took Cindy's hand and they started walking up the hill back to the road. Back to her life. Back to her worries about Karen, about her uncle, about what would the future bring, all of it closing around her again. She hoped she could face them. I'm just a kid, she thought. It's not supposed to be this hard.

(TEN WEEKS LATER

Renee sat on the toilet in the girls' room at school, Cindy standing crowded into the stall with her. They stared numbly down at the plastic stick in Renee's hand, at the two little pink parallel lines in the tiny window at the end of the stick. "Shit," Renee said.)