Pam and the Drill Part 2

“Do you know any guys with big dicks?” Pam said.

“No. I mean, not really, I mean, I know guys who are bigger than others, but I never saw a guy who was really, really, like really hung.”

She held out her hands like she was measuring a fish, and they spread farther and farther apart. Debbie laughed. Pam chuckled, but didn’t look right at her.

“I just love the feel of it, you know?” Debbie continued. “I love to feel a guy’s cock in my mouth. It’s like, so warm and so hard, and it goes back and forth.” She shivered and grinned. “I just love it like that.”

“Will you show me how?” Pam said, looking back over her shoulder.

“Show you what?”

“How to … you know, give a blowjob?”

“What do you mean, you’ve never done it before?”

Pam shrugged. “Maybe. But I don’t know if I did it very good.”

Debbie laughed. Her face turned red. “Pam, guys don’t care, trust me. As long as you put his dick in your mouth, he don’t care how good it is.”

Debbie covered her mouth with the back of her hand while she laughed. Pam only smiled. Debbie stopped laughing.

“Ok, I’ll show you. Turn around.”

Pam turned around and they faced each other with their legs crossed. Debbie raised the hairbrush, holding it by the bristle end. The handle end was a round shaft with a blunt end.

“Pretend this is a guy’s cock,” Debbie said. “You know what one looks like, right?”

Pam giggled. “Sure. I’m not that dumb.”

“Good. I hope you know what a cock looks like.” She held the blunt end close to her mouth. “First, you kiss it, then you lick it a few times,” she said, and pressed her lips to the handle. Her tongue poked out and ran up and down the handle. “Then you just suck on it.” She put the handle between her lips and slid it in and out of her mouth. “That’s it,” she said with a shrug. “Oh, and make sure you don’t let your teeth touch the cock. Guys hate that.”

“Ok,” Pam said with a confident nod.

Debbie angled the brush toward her. “Now you try it.”

Pam licked her lips. “What do I do again?”

“Kiss it and lick it like you really like it.”

“Will I?”

Debbie grinned. “I really like it.”

Pam leaned forward and kissed the tip a few times. She stuck her tongue way out and ran it up the sides of the handle, just like Debbie did. She looked into Debbie’s eyes. She had a smirk on her lips. Pam put her hand around Debbie’s hand, pulled the brush closer, and closed her mouth over the end of the handle.

“Are you sure you never did this?” Debbie said.

Pam licked her lips and wiped her mouth.

“I did it a couple of times.”

“With who?”

Pam shrugged. “A guy.”

Debbie made a disappointed face. “Did you make him cum?”

“I guess so.”

Debbie laughed. “I bet you did. He came in your mouth, too, didn’t he?”

Pam blushed and giggled. “Yeah, he did.”

Debbie shook her head and put the brush on the bedside table.

“You’re something, you know that? I thought you were, like, all so innocent. You know shit, you just don’t admit it.”

“I just want to be good at it, like you.”

Debbie laughed. “What makes you think I’m good at giving head?”

“Well, you are, aren’t you?”

Debbie’s laughing stopped. “Yeah. So what?”

“So … I want to be good at it, too,” Pam said, fingering the top edge of her sock.

“It’s not so hard. I just showed you.”

“What about kissing?” Pam said.

“What about it?”

“Well, I want to be ready when I get to do it with a boy. I want to do it right. We should practice on each other.”

Pam watched Debbie’s eyes, hoping she hadn’t gone too far. She didn’t look upset, though. She was looking down at the bedspreads and her lips were curled up in a grin. She looked up and her face was serious.

“Ok. It’s easy. Mostly, you just let the boy do the kissing and you sort of go along with it. I’ll be the boy. You just close your eyes.”

Pam closed her eyes and leaned forward with her lips slightly parted. Her breath was shallow and weak, but her blood burned in her veins. The wait seemed like forever, until Debbie’s lips touched hers, and lights flashed behind her closed eyes. She pressed with more force. Pam’s lips yielded, and Debbie’s moist tongue pushed into her mouth.

Debbie’s hand touched her cheek. Pam tilted her head to the left and let Debbie’s tongue push deeper into her mouth. Debbie’s hands rested on her shoulders. Her lips moved down her cheek to her neck. Pam gasped and moaned from deep within herself.

“Was that good?” Debbie whispered.

Pam sighed. “Yeah, that was good.”

“You think you’ll be ready when you do it with a boy?”

“I guess so. Yeah, maybe,” Pam said. Her head spun. She desperately wanted to feel Debbie’s lips on her neck again.

“Does your brother turn you on?”

“I don’t know. Why?”

“I bet he thinks you’re a turn-on,” Debbie said. She put her hands on Pam’s chest and squeezed gently through her blouse. “You have nice boobs.”

“Your’s are bigger than mine,” Pam said with a soft sigh. Her eyes were half closed. The room was silent except for her breathing. The touch of Debbie’s fingers made her skin tingle.

“You think so?” Debbie said. She pulled her shirt up over her chest. She wore a lacy, black bra that matched her panties. Her breasts were squeezed into it, stretching the delicate fabric. She unhooked the catch at the front, between her swollen, soft breasts, and pulled the cups away, letting her breasts fall free. They bounced and shook. Pam turned her head, pretending not to look, but looked anyway, out of the corner of her eye. Debbie cupped them in her hands.

“Do you think my nipples are ugly?” she said, rolling the soft, pink points in her thumb and forefinger.

Pam stared at her nipples. Her mouth watered. The warm, moist area between her legs tingled and she squirmed.

“No,” she said with a shake of her head. Her hair fell across her eyes and she brushed it behind her ears.

“Let me see your’s,” Debbie said.

Pam hesitated, watching her to see if she was serious. She seemed to be waiting. Slowly, Pam unbuttoned the front of her blouse. Debbie’s eyes watched her hands eagerly. She wasn’t sure what she should do. Her bra didn’t open in the front. She untucked the blouse from her jeans. Her heart was pounding.

The corners of Debbie’s mouth curled up. Pam set her blouse neatly aside on the bed, reached behind herself and unfastened the clasp of the bra with her trembling hands. The bra fell from her shoulders and she set it on the bed with her blouse.

“They’re nice,” Debbie said, staring at her chest. “They’re not too small.”

Her hands came up and touched Pam’s breasts. Pam sucked in a breath. Debbie’s fingers squeezed.

“They’re soft, like mine. Your nipples are pretty,” Debbie said, rubbing them between her fingers.

Pam bit her lower lip and moaned softly. Debbie brushed her long, dark hair back over her shoulders and pushed her chest out.

“Feel mine. What do you think?”

Pam placed her hands over Debbie’s boobs and squeezed gently. Debbie’s eyes closed.

“They feel soft. And they’re bigger, too,” Pam said in a low, breathy voice. Debbie smirked. “What’s funny?”

Debbie’s eyes opened. “Pam, you got a nice body, believe me.” She touched one of Pam’s breasts. “Your tits are really great. Don’t worry about it. Guys really dig a girl with tits like your’s.”

She climbed off the bed. Pam cupped her own breasts in her hands and they filled her palms.

“You think so? They don’t seem very big, not like your’s,” Pam said. She watched Debbie’s breasts jiggle as she pulled her shirt off over her head, and was reminded of Mr
s. Thorn’s.

“I said don’t worry about it. Besides, your’s will probably get bigger in a year or two. Mine did.”

“I don’t know what to do with them.”

“Just let guys touch them. My God, it’s like all they ever think about. They can’t keep their hands off my boobs.” D
ebbie unfastened the button and zipper and looked down into her shorts. “My pussy is like, so wet.” She dropped the shorts to the floor and stood by her dresser in her panties and socks.

“I like your underwear,” Pam said.

“You do? Thanks.” Debbie turned her hips, modeling the panties. She ran her hands down over her sides. Her fingers brushed over the mound of her pussy.

“I’d like to know where I can get some like that,” Pam said. She watched Debbie’s hand and was sure she could see the slit of her pussy lips under the panties.

Debbie opened the top drawer of her dresser. “You can have some of mine, if they fit.”

“I can what?”

Debbie turned around, holding up a light blue satin bra with lacy fringe. “What do you think?”

“It’s beautiful.”

“Try it on,” Debbie said, and tossed it on the bed. “These go with it.” She tossed a pair of matching panties to the bed.

“Can I?”

“Sure. Why not?”

Pam scooped them up, got off the bed and started toward the door to change in the bathroom, but Debbie hooked her thumbs under the waistband of her panties and pushed them to her knees. Pam suddenly couldn’t move, and couldn’t take her eyes off Debbie’s backside. She was completely nude, except for her white socks, and was bent slightly at the waist, looking through the dresser drawer.

Pam lay the lacy bra and panties back on the bed. She removed her blouse and the plain, ugly bra Mom made her wear, took off her jeans and the plain, white cotton panties. Just like Debbie, she was completely nude except for her socks.

“These are my favorites,” Debbie said. She held up a pair of tiny red panties and poked her fingers through an opening in the crotch. “They got a slit in the middle.”

“What for?” Pam said. She held the lacy panties in front of her, covering herself down there.

“So you don’t have to take them off to get fucked.”

Pam’s eyes grew wide. Her head suddenly felt light. Debbie laughed. Pam sat on the edge of the bed and squeezed her legs together.

“Look,” Debbie said, pointing to Pam’s panties on the floor by her feet. In the center of the crotch was a large, wet stain. “I got you turned on, too. You must be really wet.”

Pam’s legs parted and she looked down.

“I am,” she said, and they both laughed.

Debbie slipped the red panties up her long legs and pulled them snug against her crotch. Pam put on the lacy, light blue panties and bra, and stood up to model them for Debbie.

“What do you think?”

Debbie put her hands on her hips, cocking her head to one side, then the next. The straps of the red panties cut into her flesh and her hard nipples stood out at the tips of her bare breasts.

“You look hot,” Debbie said. She adjusted the straps of the panties on Pam’s hips, pulling them higher, and molded her boobs in the cups of the bra. She held Pam’s hands in each of her’s and backed away, stretching her arms out. She smiled. “It looks really nice on you. I think that it looks better on you than on me.”

She gazed deep into Pam’s eyes. The corners of her mouth curled up in a devious smirk. She leaned toward her, her head tilted to the side and her lips parted. Pam sucked in a quick breath. Before she knew it, Debbie’s soft lips were pressed against hers, working in gentle circles. Pam opened her mouth and their tongues touched in the warm air between their mouths. Debbie’s hands settled lightly on the curve of Pam’s waist and a couple of fingers on each hand slipped under the straps of the panties.

“They fit you,” Debbie said with a soft smack of her lips. “You can keep them, if you like.”

“Thanks,” Pam said in a breath of a whisper.

Debbie lay on the bed on her back with a deep sigh, her arms stretched over her head on the pillow. Pam crawled on the bed beside her on her belly, propping her chin on the palms of her hands. Debbie’s knees rubbed together.

“God, I need a man, like so bad,” Debbie said with a moan. “I’m gonna burn up if I don’t get some action soon.”

“Yeah, me too,” Pam said.

She touched Debbie’s knee with the tip of her finger. She had beautifully tanned, smooth skin. Her own arms and legs were pale. Debbie’s hand rested on her belly, just above the elastic band of her red panties. Her hips twisted and writhed. She moaned softly from her open mouth. Her long, firm legs fell apart to a narrow V shape.

“I am like, really, really wet,” Debbie said.

Her fingers moved over her mound and touched the moist lips of her pussy through the slit in the crotch. Pam’s eyes grew wide. Debbie’s legs spread wider and her thigh touched Pam’s arm. Her index finger and middle finger pushed between her pussy lips and rubbed softly. Debbie bit her lower lip and moaned out loud.

The tingling between Pam’s legs grew more intense. She squirmed, rubbing herself on the mattress while she watched Debbie’s hand. Her hand squeezed Debbie’s thigh. Debbie’s hips rocked harder. Her fingers rubbed faster. Her whole body convulsed.

All at once, she stopped with a heavy sigh. Her arms and legs fell limp.

“I need your help,” Debbie said, panting. Her bare chest and thighs were covered with tiny drops of sweat. She raised her head.

“Why?” Pam said.

“I can’t do it.”

“Can’t do what?”

“Make myself cum. I need your help.”

Pam glanced down between Debbie’s legs, then up at her eyes. “What do you want me to do?”

Debbie sat up, leaned back against the pillow, and spread her legs. “Touch me.”

“What?” Pam said and backed away.

“Come on, please, I need to cum. Give me your hand.”

Pam held out her hand. Debbie separated Pam’s fingers until just her middle finger stood up, and stuck it in her pussy.

“Oh my God,” Pam gasped. Her eyes bulged out as her finger disappeared inside Debbie. Her heat and wetness spread through her hand. She trembled as Debbie moved her finger up and down over her wet slit.

“Oh God yes, that feels so good,” Debbie moaned, barely in a whisper. She squeezed Pam’s wrist, pumping her finger in and out of her cunt. “Keep doing it, just like that.”

She released Pam’s wrist. Pam could hardly breathe. Her eyes were glued to Debbie’s pussy, where her shiny, wet middle finger slid in and out of her pussy.

“Use two fingers,” Debbie said.

Pam inserted her index finger, just as she saw Debbie do with her own fingers.

“Mmm yeah, that’s good. Rub it faster, right there,” Debbie said. Her eyes were closed. Her hands pushed down on the mattress by her hips.

“Does that really feel good?” Pam said.

“Mmm yeah, so good.” Debbie reached over to the side table for the hairbrush and held it out for Pam. “Here, fuck me with this.”

“The brush?” Pam said. She turned it over in her hand.

Debbie moved farther up the bed and spread her legs wide. “Uh huh. I’ve done it before.”

Pam made an ugly face and held the brush out like a dead animal.

“Oh gross. I just put this in my mouth.”

“What’s so gross about that?”

“You put it in your … inside you.”

Debbie laughed. “It’s not gross. You’ll like it, eating a pussy, you know?”

Pam’s eyebrows arched. She remembered Todd doing that to her, but she couldn’t believe girls would do that to each other. She stared into Debbie’s face, trying to imagine which girl she did it with.

Debbie’s fingers spread her pussy lips between the split in the crotch of the red panties.

“Come on, put it in me. Don’t keep me waiting,” Debbie said.

Pam looked at Debbie’s wet, pink opening, and at the rounded end of the brush handle. Debbie’s tongue stuck out, running over her puffy lips, and her hips moved slowly side to side. She touched the tip of the handle to Debbie’s moist, pink area.

“Oh
yeah, push it,” Debbie said with a soft moan.

Pam pushed gently. Debbie’s pussy seemed to open to accept the brush. She moaned again. Her butt rose off the bed.

“Oh baby. Oh baby,” Debbie said.

“Is that right?”

“Yes. Give me mo
re.”

Pam pushed the handle deeper.

“More. Fuck me with it, baby,” Debbie said.

Pam pumped the brush slowly in and out, working it into Debbie’s body an inch at a time, just the way she remembered Mr. Thorn and Todd doing it to her, except that their real penises were hot and hard. At least the brush handle was hard.

Debbie’s hips rose off the bed and churned in circles. Her left arm reached way over her head and clenched the edge of the mattress between the bed and the wall. Her breasts shook as her body rocked back and forth. With her right hand, she grabbed one of them and squeezed, pinching her nipple. She opened her eyes and looked at Pam.

“You’re doing it to me. I’m gonna cum. I’m gonna cum,” Debbie said. “Uhn, oh God, oh God …”

She bit her lower lip. Her eyes squeezed shut. Her body convulsed and thrashed on the bed. Pam’s mouth hung open. She couldn’t take her eyes away. This was something she didn’t want to miss.

Debbie’s convulsions slowed and stopped completely. She lay limp, panting and sweating. Her breasts quivered with each deep breath. Her nipples were no longer hard points, but had become slack. Pam continued to pump with the hairbrush, although Debbie stopped moving. Eventually, here eyes opened and she smiled again.

“You can take it out now,” Debbie said. “You did it. You like, made me cum.”

“I did?” Pam said. She let go of the brush, but didn’t know if she should take it out or leave it in.

“Yeah. Didn’t you ever, like, fuck a girl before?”

Pam’s mouth opened in a wide, horrified O shape and she shook her head.

“No way,” she said.

Debbie twisted the brush in her pussy. “Didn’t you like it?”

Pam started to say something, but stopped. She looked at Debbie’s hand, turning the brush between her legs. Her juices glistened on the brush and on her thighs. She looked at her hand. It was covered with her juices, too.

“Yeah, I guess,” Pam said.

Debbie pulled the brush out with a wet pop sound.

“Do you wanna eat me now?”

“What?” Pam said.

The doorbell rang. Debbie sat up quickly, closing her legs.

“Oh shit. Who the hell is that?”

Pam shrugged. Debbie jumped off the bed and grabbed an oversize football jersey from the dresser drawer.

“You wait here. I’ll get rid of whoever it is,” Debbie said. She stepped through the door and pulled it shut.

Pam held her breath, trying to hear through the door. She heard voices, but not clearly enough to understand what they were saying. They were quiet a long time, then the door opened and Debbie came back in. Her face was flushed. She leaned back against the door, looking around the room. She grabbed the math book and stuffed it in Pam’s hands.

“I’m real sorry, Pam,” Debbie said. She picked up Pam’s clothes and shoved them at her. “It’s Dale. I’ve been waiting to see him all week.” She paused and giggled. “He wants to fuck me. You don’t mind, do you? I’ll call you later. Maybe we’ll talk about guys again.”

Pam dressed while she talked. She wanted to say something, but wasn’t sure what to say. Debbie practically pushed Pam through the living room past Dale, who waved, and out the front door.

“Call you later. Bye,” Debbie said, and slammed the door.

Pam stood on the front porch, holding her old panties and bra and the math book, trying to figure out what just happened. A couple of boys rode by on their bikes, looked at her once, and kept going.

Pam walked home, still in a daze. She stuffed her panties in her pocket, but folded the bra and carried it under the math book. Two or three times she looked back at Debbie’s house, trying to imagine her doing it with Dale, until the house was out of sight.

Debbie’s light blue panties and bra felt odd under her clothes. They weren’t loose and bulky like the underwear Mom made her wear, but were a bit snug, especially on her crotch, and the bra pushed her breasts up. When she walked, her jeans and her blouse seemed to glide over the smooth, delicate fabric. Her skin tingled. Her insides felt warm and moist. She couldn’t wait to get home so she could take off her clothes and look at herself in the mirror.

The house was empty when she got home. She threw the math book on the kitchen table and ran upstairs. Mom had a full length mirror on the back of her bedroom door. She looked at herself in it and smiled. Through her clothes, she could already see the difference. Her breasts stuck out more under the blouse, and she could make out the lines of the panties under her jeans. The thought that she walked all the way home and people, especially boys, might have seen her like that made her shiver.

She ran her hands down her body from her chest to her hips, feeling how her body curved. Her hands came together between her legs and pressed on her warm mound. She moaned. Her legs became weak and she fell back on Mom’s bed. God, she wished a guy would come over to fuck her.

She touched the back of her hand to her forehead. She was very warm, burning up all over. The tingling between her legs wouldn’t stop. She had to do something about it, right away. But with what?

She looked on Mom’s dresser. Her brush had a round handle, but it was thin. That wouldn’t do. Her own brush had a flat handle. She clenched her jaws and squeezed her legs together. Mrs. Thorn’s rubber thingie would be perfect, but she couldn’t just go over there and ask to use it. Mr. Thorn would be even better, but she couldn’t ask to use him, either.

Pam went through the house, looking for something, anything, to fuck herself with, anything that looked like a boy’s thing. In the kitchen, she went through all the cupboards and drawers. One of Mom’s knives had a handle with a rounded end, but she didn’t like the idea of putting a knife so close to her special place.

Next, she checked the pantry closet, where Mom kept all the cleaning stuff. Some of the brushes had long handles, but the mop caught her eye. She took it out of the closet, running her hand over the rounded end. It was thick enough, and definitely long enough. She sat on the stool and held it to her groin, rubbing her warm area through her jeans.

She put it back in the closet and flopped into the arm chair in the living room. Her pussy buzzed, and she was still warm all over. She wanted something hard inside her, something warm and hard, something with a body she could wrap her legs around. Debbie had that, why couldn’t she?

Ethan had it, too, just what she needed, hanging between his legs. If he was there, she’d ask him, no she would tell him she needed him to do it to her.

She jumped up and ran out to the garage. If Ethan couldn’t be there himself, she could use something else he might have. She opened each drawer of his tool chest. Maybe he had a hammer with a long handle or a …

She stopped suddenly, staring into the bottom drawer. Her mouth fell open.

“Oh my God,” she said. She wasn’t sure what it was, but it was awesome. She lifted it out of the drawer, cradling it in her hands like a new baby.

It must have been an electric screwdriver or drill or something, because of the twisty mechanical thing at the end and the button. But it was the rest of the tool that excited her. The body was made of smooth, yellow plastic in a long, thick tube shape with a rounded end and a bend in the middle. Her mouth watered. It was enormous, just like Ethan’s real thing, and it was thick and heavy, just like Ethan’s.

She shoved the tool chest shut and rushed back into the house, holding the tool with both hands. She ran straight up to her room, dropped the tool on the bed, and stripped out of her clothes.

She was panting and her whole body trembled. Her pussy was still warm and wet, maybe wetter than before. She pushed the light blue panties down, sat on her bed and picked up the tool. It was
incredibly huge in her hands. She couldn’t believe she was really going to do this. She must have been crazy. The tool was far too big for her.

Pam propped her pillo
ws against the headboard, lay back and spread her legs. She fondled the rounded end of the tool, licking her lips. She only wished Debbie was there to do this to her, like she did to Debbie. Maybe next time, if there was a next time.

She pulled her pussy lips apart and pushed her middle finger in. God, she was so wet. Maybe the tool would go in easily.

She lined it up with her hole with one hand, holding her lips spread with her other. The cold tip touched her opening and she gasped. It was nothing like the real thing, or even like Mrs. Thorn’s rubber one, but it would have to do.

She pushed gently and squealed. She was panting harder. That hurt as much as the first time Todd tried to put his in. Maybe she couldn’t do it. She rubbed the plastic tip over her wet slit. Her hips rocked up and down and she licked her lips, clenched her jaws, and pushed harder.

Pain shot through her body, but she kept pushing until the pain got to be too much and she quit. She barely got the tip of the tool inside her. How was she supposed to get the rest in if it hurt too much? She rubbed her fingers across her wet slit and bit her lower lip. The tingling was too strong. It didn’t matter how much it hurt, if she was ever going to relax, she had to get that thing inside her.

Her chest rose and fell with heavy, deep breaths, straining her breasts against the tight bra. She looked at the long, thick, heavy tool in her hand. It was more than just getting herself off, though. If she ever wanted Ethan to love her, she had to be able to take his thing. One day he might ask her to love him. If she wasn’t ready, he might not ask her again. What was it Debbie said about boys with big dicks? She couldn’t remember, but it was something good. And Ethan had a very big dick. She had to know how good it felt.

Pam took a deep breath and resolved to try it again. She lined the tool up with her pussy again, pushing the cold, hard tip against her wet, pink opening. The pain was sharp and stinging. She winced, squeezing her eyes closed, and whimpered, but she pushed.

“Ow … ow … ow,” she moaned. Her pussy lips spread wide, until she felt the tool sliding into her. She held it there, panting, and looked down.

It really was inside her, about an inch or so. Her pussy stretched around it. She smiled. It didn’t hurt so much, now that it was in. She settled back again, raised her butt a little higher, and slowly worked the tool a little deeper into her body.

“Mmm … Mmm.” It was working. She could feel it pushing deeper, and the pain wasn’t nearly as intense. She adjusted her grip, pushed harder, and groaned. She let go. It stayed. About half the handle was lodged inside her. She pressed her fingers on her lower belly and felt the hard lump through her muscles and skin. She squeezed the handle again, just above the bend, and worked it slowly in and out. Her pussy made a light squishing sound.

“Uhn, yes … Uhn, yes,” she said, muttering softly. She was fucking herself. It wasn’t the same as with a real man, but it was ok for right then.

She closed her eyes, licked her lips, and rubbed her free hand over her belly, up to her breasts, pretending she had a man’s body on top of her’s and between her legs. Her breathing was slow and heavy. Her hips heaved up when she pushed the tool in, and sunk back to the mattress when she pulled it back out a bit. The only thing that could make it better would be if she could feel a man’s warm cream spilling inside her, like Ethan’s or Todd’s, flowing over her hot skin and collecting in pockets on her breasts and in her belly button, oozing from between the lips of her …

She heard a quiet cough and her eyes snapped open. Ethan stood over her, with an amused look on his face. Pam screamed and rolled on her side, squeezing her legs together. The tool slipped another inch or two into her pussy, past the bend, forcing the tip of the handle sideways deep in her body. She tried to pull the blanket over her, but she was on top of it and it refused to move.

“What are you doing?” Ethan said.

“Nothing. Leave me alone. Get the hell out of here,” she shouted. She was sure he could see the yellow tool sticking out between the cheeks of her ass, but she didn’t care. Finally, the blanket came loose and she pulled it over herself.

“Why don’t you go away?” she said. He was grinning. She noticed a huge bulge in the front of his jeans.

“What are you wearing?” Ethan said, pointing.

Pam froze. “Nothing.”

“Where’d you get that bra?”

Pam’s face burned. “None of your business. Get out of here,” she said, screaming the last part as loud as she could.

Ethan didn’t move. She swung at him with the back of her hand and hit him in the hip. The tool jammed itself another inch deeper, rubbing the inner wall of her channel. Her orgasm pounded her suddenly. Pam gasped. Her body convulsed, throwing the blanket partly off her backside, exposing her ass again. She clamped her hand over her mouth and tried to muffle her moans. The rest of her body jerked over and over. There was no way he could miss that.

“Doesn’t that hurt?” Ethan said.

Pam shook her head. Her moans were too difficult to contain and leaked out between her fingers. Colored lights flashed behind her closed eyelids and the world seemed to stop for a long time. She tried to hold her breath, but she was breathing too hard. She opened her eyes a crack and saw Ethan still standing over her.

“I was looking for that drill,” he said. “I need it to finish Mom’s flower box, but if you’re using it …”

Pam glared, but he didn’t seem to notice. She reached between her legs. She had to spread them to get the drill out, and her left leg stuck out from under the blanket. She pulled. The tool came out slowly. She whimpered. It finally emerged with a wet pop.

“Here,” she said. As he took it, she glanced again at his jeans. His long bulge stretched down the front.

“It’s wet,” Ethan said.

“Sorry.” She rolled over, hugging the blanket over her naked body, and looked straight up to his eyes. She wanted to ask him to take off his jeans, to take out his thing and love her with it, but something stopped her. Instead, the words came out, “Now will you leave, please?”

“All right. Jesus, don’t have a fit.” Ethan turned and walked out of her room.

Pam sat up, her mouth open as if to plead with him to come back, but he was already gone. She fell back and pulled the blanket over her head, curling into a ball.

What the hell was wrong with her? She wanted him to love her so badly, so why did she suddenly think it was so wrong? That was her chance, her one chance to get Ethan into her bed, and she blew it.