May 13
My brother is coming in eight days, and I am going to fuck him. In the meantime, life goes on.
I didn't see my friend Aliyah at school yesterday. I thought maybe she was too heartsick after I told her about David's phone call to me. I debated with myself whether to tell her or not, but, to me, what he did was the ultimate betrayal. If it was me, I surely would want to know.
Well, when I saw her today, you could have knocked me over with a feather. Her hijab was gone, and so was her long baggy dress. She wore a white peasant dress, cut several inches above her knees, with a scoop neck that showed a modest cleavage.
Her waist-length black hair was combed out and hung loose down her back. She wore a beautiful pair of gold hoop earrings, and some pretty pink lip-gloss. White is definitely a great color for her, because it shows off her olive skin and flawless complexion.
"Aliyah, what happened? Did your father relent and let you wear western clothes?"
"My father and brothers went back to Iraq. My mother wouldn't go with him, so it's me and Mom and my sisters here. They're going to get divorced."
"Won't he miss her? And your sisters?"
"Women are treated like shit there. We're considered possessions, just like cattle. He'll just get a new wife, maybe more than one."
"I missed you yesterday. What were you doing?"
"Shopping!" she said with a huge grin, then twirled around in her new dress, her skirt flying up, revealing her lovely thighs. She bent over and showed me her new half-bra, a totally sexy light lavender lace. "And I got a thong to match."
"How's your Mom holding up?"
"She deliriously happy. She got married when she was thirteen, had my older brother when she was fourteen. She never had a choice, her father arranged the marriage."
"Is she going to adopt western ways too?"
"Well, today she's wearing designer jeans and a halter top. She's 36 and she really looks hot. I'd never seen her body before, she was always covered up."
"So now that you're liberated, what are you going to do?"
"The first thing I'm going to do is lose my virginity. Um, do you think Nathan would fuck me?"
"We can ask him when you come over tomorrow. I'm so excited for you!" I gave her a huge hug.
Carrie Nelson and Debbie Sanders had invited me to a slumber party at Carrie's house tonight. All the popular girls were going to be there, and I was flattered to be with that group. I think.
I didn't know what kind of sleepwear would be appropriate, because I had never been to a slumber party before. I usually sleep in the nude, but I have some baby dolls. They were see-through lace, and pretty risquΓ©, but I thought what the hell and brought them anyway.
Sometimes I have to laugh at myself, because it was only a month or so ago that I slept in a full length flannel night gown, never had sex, I didn't even know what masturbation is, and I'd never had an orgasm. Now look at meβa teen-age sex maniac. I think about it all the time. Is that normal?
I had no idea what to expect when I got to Carrie's house, and I didn't know most of the girls who would be there. I've always been kind of shy, and with the upbringing I had, I didn't have a lot in common with them. Not too many of them had been raised in a Christian colony like me.
They all seemed to be pretty nice, but I had the feeling I was being checked out pretty good. Carrie's father was barbequing hamburgers in the backyard, and they were serving cokes and other soft drinks.
She whispered to me, "the parental units are going to leave after dinner, so we won't have them around to chaperone." I wondered why we needed chaperones anyway, because we were all over eighteen, and of legal age.
As soon as they were out of the driveway, Debbie shouted, "It's par-tay time," and two other girls came out carrying a case of beer. I knew I liked wine, but I had never tasted beer before. We were all sitting around the picnic table next to the swimming pool.
Someone twisted the top off a longneck bottle and passed it to me, and I took a big sip. It was kind of bitter compared to soda, but I decided I liked it. I was thirsty, so I took a really big swallow, the bubbles raced up from my stomach, and I burped. Kind of loudly.
"Oh, excuse me," I said, and looked really embarrassed. One of the girls laughed, took a really big gulp, and burped even louder that I had.
Then it became a contest. "UURP!" came from one side of the table, "BEELCH!" from another. We all laughed so hard there were tears streaking down our faces. It was hardly lady-like. Then we drank some more beer.
Janie pulled a bag of green stuff out of her purse, put some carefully on a small piece of paper, and rolled it up. She lit it up, inhaled a big mouthful, held her breath, then passed it to Heather, who did the same.
It looked too small to be a cigarette and the smoke smelled sweeter. When it was passed to me, I did the same thing they did. But I couldn't hold it in. My throat burned and my eyes watered and I couldn't stop coughing.
"Aha, a pot virgin," Tiffany giggled. "Don't feel bad, everybody does that the first time. Take in a little bit of smoke and a lot of air," she said, and demonstrated. I tried it that way and I didn't cough or choke at all.
Then, all of sudden, the thought hit me. Pot? That's marijuana isn't it? Oh my God! The devil weed! They showed us the movie "Reefer Madness" at church camp. Was I going to go insane? Become an ax murderer?
I looked around the table, and everyone really calm and smiling. And eating chocolate chip cookies. Lots of them. God, they were good! Best cookies I ever tasted. Ever.
Then somebody passed another doobie around. I was a pro by then. Sucked that mother right down. I scored a bag to take home for Colleen and Nathan. Now I can turn them onto something. Gee, listen to me; I sound like a real doper.
The music was the best I ever heard. It was Eric Clapton. Now, I've him before, and even the same CD, but never like this. It's like you could pull the notes right out of the air. "I Shot the Sheriff." Wow, I can sing that. So I did.
"Let's go swimming," Carrie shouted.
"Um, I didn't bring a bathing suit." Truth is, I don't even own one.
"We didn't either; we're going skinny dipping."
"You all can skinny-dip. Myself, I chunky-dunk," Marla said. She was kind of, uh, well, fat. She also has gigundous boobs.
I love skinny-dipping. I love being naked, especially in front of other people, guys or girls. I guess I've turned into an exhibitionist.
Being the new girl in the group, I know they're going to check me out. But that's okay, I've got a beautiful body. I'm going to check them out too. Women's bodies really turn me on. Men's too. I think maybe I'm bi.
We all stripped off our clothes. Most of the girls either shaved their pussies, or had a landing strip, except Marla, who had a huge black bush. "I can't see it past my stomach to shave it," she laughed. At least she was comfortable with who she was.