Twenty years ago...
"Grounded?" Nicole dropped her book bag heavily to the kitchen floor. "What the fuck?"
"Watch your language, young lady," her father scolded. "You know good and well that your mother forbade you to go out this weekend. She thinks you've broken your curfew too many times."
"I'm eighteen years old! I'm a goddamned adult. Don't tell me—"
"You're still in high school, and as long as you're living in this household you'll follow your mother's rules."
Nicole stared at her father in disbelief, then shrugged. "Yeah, whatever. Just like you do, huh?"
"Now, none of that," her father said. "She has your best interests at heart."
"But Daddy," Nicole said, "This is George."
"George?"
"George Crane! The school basketball star? I've been looking forward to this date for weeks." Nicole shifted into a sweeter tone of voice, one she knew that her Dad liked. "And Mom's in Chicago for two weeks. She doesn't even have to know."
Lou Foster looked at his daughter for a long moment as if she were someone he barely knew. Finally he said softly "You are just so damned spoiled. You're an only child and you're used to getting your own way."
"So I can..." Nicole began.
"Not this time," Lou said. "Your Mom's right. You need to be reigned in."
"Fuck!" Nicole snatched up her books, turned on her heel and stomped off toward the stairs. "Fine, I guess I'll just sit around here all weekend and play with myself!"
"Nicole!" Despite her anger, her father's harsh tone froze her at the bottom of the staircase.
"Sorry, Daddy."
Her father frowned. "Yeah, okay. Look, I have to go meet with a client for a couple of hours. We'll go out to eat when I get home, and we'll talk."
Nicole watched from her bedroom window as her father pulled out the DeVille out of the driveway and disappeared down the shady street.
She was frustrated, tired of being treated like a child, and yet she couldn't tell her Dad why this date was really such a big deal.
She couldn't just look at her father and say "George is gonna pop my cherry Saturday evening at his house while his parents are away, and we're gonna fuck all evening!"
That had been the plan, anyway.
Nicole sat down on her bed, kicking off her saddle shoes and rolling her long white socks down her calves and off of her feet. School uniforms were another thing she was not going to miss after graduation.
When she was sure her father wasn't going to return for a while, she unlocked the drawer of her old roll-top desk and fished around for the magazines she'd hidden there: three glossy, hardcore fuck mags she'd picked up at the 7-Eleven over the last few months.
Nicole hadn't been kidding when she'd said she'd be playing with herself. She did it a lot...maybe, she thought, more than a lot of girls. Girls sure weren't supposed to like the kind of porn she did, she was pretty sure of that. Flipping through the pages of one magazine, she found a favorite pictorial.
The text accompanying the pictures described, from the young model's point-of-view, her stopover for lunch in a small town while driving cross-country to meet her fiancée. There she met three hunks in a bar who drank with and then had sex with her in all kinds of kinky ways that it turned Nicole on to read about.
It was the pictures that got her really hot, though. Nicole shucked off her navy blue school blazer and raised up her gray wool skirt to trace the contours of her pussy through her panties as she gazed at the photos.
In the first, the curly-haired blonde girl lay across the bar, naked except for red stockings and high heels, while two men sucked her tits and the third poured champagne over her belly. The foamy wine ran down between her legs, dripping off of her down-fringed cunt lips.
In the second she was on her hands and knees while one guy entered her from behind.
In the third picture, the young woman was sucking one man's cock and giving another a hand-job. The third was fucking her doggy-style, but it was a different partner than in the second picture.
She switched guys, Nicole marveled. She slipped her finger under the waistband of her panties, rubbing her clit. It was an exciting fantasy, but only that. Real people, people like her, wouldn't dare to do such things.
Nicole didn't consider herself sexually naive. She was technically a virgin but had fooled around a lot both with boys at school and two of the other girls on her cheer leading squad. She liked licking pussy, and her boyfriends said she gave a great hand-job. She'd be a great cocksucker, too, they said, if she'd finish what she started.
So, all right, she was a little shy, the girl conceded to herself. A little nervous, maybe, about a guy going off in her mouth. But she was damned well set on getting a cock in her pussy before she left high school, and determined that the cock would be George Crane's!
She was also too distracted by her frustrated thoughts to bring herself off looking at fuck books. She tossed the magazine aside and considered the problem.
Clever girl that she was, she knew where her father hid his porn videotapes. She'd overheard him watching one a few nights earlier, in the bedroom her parents shared, just after her mother had left for Chicago. Alone in the house the next morning, the redheaded teen had searched his dresser and closet until she'd found five VHS tapes hidden in a shoe box.
Daddy is not very bright sometimes, she'd mused. Her mother could have easily found those things. She could imagine her mother's disgust. The woman was so uptight and narrow about most everything that Nicole found it difficult to imagine that her parents had fucked even once. They must have: Daddy's eyes and hair, Mom's long legs and big tits. Not that you'd know that from the way the frigid old bitch dresses.
The girl rose from her bed, smoothed her skirt and padded barefoot down the hall to her parents bedroom. She selected one of the unlabeled videotapes from their hiding place and popped it into the VCR atop the TV set at the foot of her parent's bed, pressed "play," and arranged herself on the king-sized bed with every intention of fingering herself to a couple of quick orgasms.
The tape was a shock and a revelation.
