"That's nice," Pam said, and glared as hard as she could.
Debbie looked around at the other kids and lowered her voice.
"Jesus, Pam, you sound pretty sore. What the hell are you pissed about?"
"Nothing," Pam said, and turned her face down.
Debbie's grin returned. "You're pissed 'cause I fucked your man."
Pam looked away. Her teeth clenched like they might crack. Debbie giggled and leaned closer, lowering her voice even more.
"We did it. He fucked me good."
"Really?" Pam said without looking at her.
"It was great. We did it twice." Debbie's eyes turned up toward the ceiling, like she was daydreaming. "Joey's got this long, fat dick, and his cum is so sweet, like candy." She shifted on the seat and touched her thigh. "It's still warm. I can feel it inside me."
Pam's mouth fell open. The student teacher called for everyone's attention and Debbie turned to the front before Pam could say anything. The video started. Pam rested her chin in the palm of her hand and let herself become engrossed in the program. She forgot all about Joe and Debbie and her jealousy that Debbie called him Joey. Everything that happened outside that room disappeared for the few minutes the video ran, until the video ended and the lights came on.
Pam blinked a few times. The kids around her jumped out of their seats and rushed to the door, flooding the hallway. Pam grabbed her books. Debbie was already gone, chatting with another girl as they went through the door. Pam hugged her books to her chest and trudged alone through the halls.
At home, she dropped her books on the kitchen counter, beside a note and a check from Mom. The note said she would be home late that evening, to get dinner for herself, and that an electrician would be there to check the wiring to the furnace. The check was for him.
"Shit," Pam said, and slapped the note back down on the counter. She took her books up to her room, shaking her head.
The homework took five minutes. It was a breeze, but it bored her, and all she had to do for English was read a chapter of a dumb book about talking animals on some farm. Sometimes she skipped the homework so her tests would be more fun. She liked to be surprised, and she always got them all right, anyway, but Mr. Smith got mad at her when she didn't do her homework.
She put the book down with a heavy sigh and turned on the tv. The only thing she found worth watching was Gilligan's Island. She lay on the bed for a long time with the pillows piled behind her head, staring at the tv. It bored her just as much. Besides, she'd seen that episode about a dozen times. Gilligan just screwed everything up again, like always.
She felt a tingling between her legs and squeezed them together. Joe Molino was still on her mind. Every time she closed her eyes, she saw him naked in her mind. Her butt squirmed. The problem was, he was naked with Debbie, not her.
What was it about Debbie that guys liked so much? Did they like her because she made it so easy for them to get in her pants? Pam wanted guys to like her, too, and take her to bed like they did with Debbie, but did she want guys to think she was easy?
Her hand slipped under the waistband of her shorts and into her panties. She spread her legs. Her fingers touched the lips of her pussy and poked into her tiny opening. She sighed softly.
Debbie said Joe had a horse dick. She tried to imagine him with it and saw it as big as Ethan's, hanging like a club from the front of his body. She moaned and squirmed again. Debbie appeared in her mind again. Joe lay on top of her, moving between her spread legs.
Pam yanked her hand from her shorts and slapped the bed. Why did it always have to be Debbie?
She got out of bed, stripped off her clothes and put on her bikini. Her body was still turned on. She still felt the tingling between her legs. The snug bikini clamped her breasts and rubbed her crotch. Maybe a swim in the pool would cool her off.
She heard the doorbell. Who the hell was that? It took a second to remember the note from Mom about the electrician. She put on a pair of cutoff shorts over the bikini bottom and grumbled as she went down the stairs to the front door. She pulled it open. The annoyed frown on her face disappeared and her mouth fell open.
"I'm here to fix the wiring," he said.
Pam blinked, and blinked again.
"Ub-Ub ..." she tried to say. Her tongue refused to work.
He smiled. It was Tony Sanchez. His eyes glanced down, checking out her body. Pam blushed and smiled.
He was tall, taller than she remembered. His hair was a bit longer, and he had rough stubble on his chin, but he was still as good looking as the first time she saw him, when he took his helmet off on the sideline of the football game in high school, over a year ago.
Pam stared. Tony looked uncomfortable and cleared his throat.
"Can I come in?" he said.
"Oh. Yeah. Yes, sure."
Pam backed away, holding the door open. He stepped inside and Pam caught his smell for the first time. Her head felt light.
"What are you doing here?" she said.
"I'm here to fix the wiring?" he said, and held up his toolbox.
"Oh yeah. You said that," Pam said, and giggled. She led him into the kitchen and picked up the check. "My Mom left this for you." She waved it like a flag.
"I'll get that when I'm done. Where's the basement?" he said.
"Over here." Pam walked over to the basement stairs and flicked on the light. Tony brushed past her and went down the stairs. Pam's eyes went to his ass and she bit her lower lip. God, he looked fantastic. No one ever looked better in a plaid shirt and jeans.
At the bottom of the stairs, Tony looked back and smiled, and disappeared around the corner. Pam squeezed her legs together, rolled her eyes and fell back against the wall. He was so hot. She'd love to have sex with him, but that would never happen. She sighed. He would never want a girl like her. She wasn't pretty enough.
Pam sat at the table in the kitchen. Her legs kicked under the chair and her fingers twisted together. She still felt the buzzing between her legs. Her knees rubbed together, her hands gripped the arms of the chair, she closed her eyes and moaned. She spread her legs and stuck her hand between them, rubbing her crotch through the cut-off shorts.
He would see her like that if he came up the stairs right then. She wished he would. She wanted him to catch her rubbing herself, then he would have to know what she was feeling. She would ask him to love her, she would plead with him, and how could he refuse?
She squealed between her clenched teeth and slapped the arm of the chair. Nothing good like that ever happened to her. Debbie was the one guys went for. Only she could get a guy to love her like that.
She shoved the chair away and stood up. Tony Sanchez was still working downstairs. He would never know how bad she wanted him. She didn't know what to do, other than go swimming. She took off the shorts, thought about taking them up to her room, and decided to leave them on the floor by the chair, where Tony might see them.
She went out to the deck off the back. The sun was warm on her skin. The tips of her fingers grazed her chest. Maybe if she was lucky Mr. Thorn would be home and he would slide his thing between her legs. She felt like she would die if she didn't get something soon.
She crossed the yard in her bare feet. The cool blades of grass tickled between her toes. She opened the gate to the Thorn's backyard, went through, and quietly set the latch. She tiptoed up the steps to their deck. The cool water in the pool sparkled. The sun glared off its surface and she shaded her eyes.
If Mr. Thorn was home, maybe she would ask him to rub lotion on her back. She was sure he would do anything for her.
The house looked quiet. She walked around the pool a couple of times, hoping Mr. Thorn was in there and would see her and come out. Nobody came out. She went up to the sliding glass doors and leaned close, cupping her hands to the sides of her face to shield the sunlight. The house was empty. Pam sighed.
She stepped back and noticed her reflection in the glass. She put her hands on her hips and turned each way to check herself out. She ran her hand down over her stomach. Her body wasn't as skinny as before. Her new bikini top was already a bit tight on her boobs.
She turned away from the glass, held the ladder railing, extended her leg out to the water and touched it with her toe. The water was nice and cool. She lowered herself in and swam across to the other side, moving slowly with even strokes.
The water was soothing. She ducked her head under, paddled to the bottom of the deep end and came back up. The tingling between her legs wouldn't go away. Floating on her back, she slipped her hand into the bikini bottom and pushed her finger between her pussy lips. She paddled with her legs and one arm, trying to stay afloat, but couldn't rub her slit and keep her head above water at the same time.
"Damnit," she muttered, and slapped the surface of the water with her open palm. The water splashed back in her face. She rolled over and swam to the edge. There was nothing else to do but go up to her room and please herself while she thought about Tony Sanchez, or Joe Molino, or even Ethan.
She lifted herself out of the pool and slicked back her wet hair. The neighborhood was silent. The only sound was a bird in a tree somewhere and the drip of water on the warm cement. She held the straps of her bikini bottoms at her hips and pulled them up, wiggling her hips. The back of the bikini wedged between the cheeks of her ass like a thong and the crotch pressed against her slit. She adjusted the bikini top over the mounds of her breasts and pulled the front of the cups down to the edges of her nipples, which were as hard as rocks.
She heard a cough and looked up. Tony was on a ladder at the back of her house, working on the wires, looking right at her. For a minute, she couldn't move. He had removed his plaid shirt and was checking her out.
The wet bikini clung to the curves of her body like it was painted on. She could feel the tiny pieces of cool, wet fabric on her sensitive parts. Tony's body dripped with sweat. The annoying tingle between her legs shot through her whole body and she thought she was going to pass out.
She walked down the steps from the Thorn's deck, through the gate and across the yard. She felt Tony's eyes on her the entire way. She stopped at the bottom of his ladder and put her hand on the rail.
"Hi," she said.
"Hi. You didn't tell me your name," Tony said.
"It's Pam."
