An hour after she got off the phone with Razor, Tina was sitting on a lawn chair just outside the front door to the trailer home smoking a cigarette.
She was agitated: her body was trembling uncontrollably. She felt like she should probably eat, but had no appetite. Her mind was racing and she found it difficult to concentrate on anything. The sun had set and it was almost eight o' clock. She'd been fucked by two loan sharks a couple hours before. She still couldn't believe how fantastic it had been, how incredibly awesome it had felt! She felt guilty for doing it, though, and had to struggle to keep herself from feeling ashamed.
Yet she couldn't ignore the reason she'd done it, try as she might: to help her dad. Her dad. That asshole! That fucking alcoholic gambler who, just four days before, had punched her! She gently touched her eye, which wasn't nearly as swollen anymore, as she thought on this. He's still my dad, she thought to herself sadly. What else can I do? Tina hated him in a lot of ways, and always had.
She wanted nothing more than to move away to college, to leave the trailer park behind and never see her father's face again. But she couldn't bear the thought of anything bad happening to him either! He was her dad and, for all his faults, always would be. It was all so confusing! So that was it then. She'd made her decision: she'd already fucked the two loan sharks, had even enjoyed it immensely, so that they wouldn't hurt him.
But now she needed to come up with over $300 by Saturday afternoon as she'd promised, or it could be her ass! Which was why she was counting down the minutes till midnight, when Razor would be stopping by to pick her up. It was probably a bad idea for a lot of reasons, she realized.
Tonight she was going to officially become a prostitute. That alone was bad enough. She felt her empty stomach lurch at the very thought of it! But it was like events were outside of her control, now: she had to do it. She had to! There was no choice.
She shook away the voice in the back of her head that tried futilely to remind her she always had a choice. That voice had become easier and easier to ignore these last couple of months.
It was as if, deep inside, Tina always knew exactly what she should and should not be doing but that she had become an expert in not only ignoring that part of herself, but in fighting it, too. She sighed when she remembered her classes as well. She had to be up early for school, yet she was going to prostitute herself at midnight?
She had to make it for class in the morning! She scolded herself for being stupid enough to agree to starting tonight. She could have begun the next night, but that would have meant not going to Michelle's party.
After finishing her cigarette Tina stood, felt dizzy, then sat down again. She'd smoked too fast.
She breathed in deeply then pulled out another cigarette. Just as she took her first hit from it, though, she nearly screamed when Joey appeared. "Hello," he said in his usual quiet voice. "Jesus Joey!" she shouted, coughing out a stream of smoke, "You scared the shit outta me!" He nodded in embarrassment.
He always seemed embarrassed, Tina realized. "What're you doin' out here?" she asked, more gently this time. It was easy to upset the poor kid, and Tina hated doing that to him. He shrugged. "Saw you come out." "Where's your mom?" Tina asked.
Again the 12-year-old boy shrugged. "Work, I guess." Tina nodded. She took another hit from her smoke and closed her bathrobe tighter around her body, then said, "So what do you want?" "I want to show you something," Joey replied.
Tina was surprised. She hadn't really expected him to answer, unless he'd wanted sex. But if that's all he'd wanted, he would have just said so. "Show me what?" she asked suspiciously. "In my room," he answered, backing away. "Come on." Tina rolled her eyes. What she really wanted to do was go back inside, go to sleep, and wake up feeling normal again. Of course, that wouldn't happen: Razor would arrive in four hours. But to feel normal, go to school, feel normal again!
It was such an attractive thought. She shook it away. "Alright," Tina sighed. She stood up, held her bathrobe tightly around her naked body, and followed the boy to the neighboring trailer. Inside everything was quiet. The TV wasn't on, nor was the radio. It was disconcerting: the trailer was usually filled with sounds from both! Tina followed the young boy to his bedroom in silence, feeling sort of apprehensive about all this. Joey didn't usually act so mysterious.
She took a seat on the edge of his bed, the sheets of which had pictures of WWF wrestlers on them. There were similar posters on the walls of the small room, and action figures, too. A typical boy's room, she thought. He rummaged in his closet then came back with a shoebox. He placed it next to her on the bed, and stood before her.
A strange smile was on his face. "What's in the box?" Tina asked, trying to sound casual. In fact, she was a bit nervous. "Look," he replied.
Slowly, she lifted the lid off the box. Inside was a Penthouse magazine. Tina sighed in relief. "That's all?" she asked lightly.
"I seen lots of them before, Joey. Where'd you get it?" The strange smile hadn't left the boy's face. "Mama's last boyfriend," he replied. "He left it here when she kicked him out. "But look what else he left," Joey said, lifting the magazine away.
Tina gasped. Underneath the magazine, to Tina's utter shock, was a gun. It was as silver-plated pistol with a black hand-grip. Tina's heart rate, already increased, took another jump at the sight of it. "Joey--" she began. Before she could finish he'd picked it up. A strange glimmer was in his eyes as he stared at it.
It looked incredibly large in his small hands, Tina thought, and incredibly scary. "Isn't it neat?" Joey asked breathlessly. "He tried to throw it away but I found it. it's mine!" Tina gulped and her mind raced. What was she supposed to say?
"Joey. why did you keep it?" she asked, incredibly nervous at this point. He looked away from the gun. He seemed confused. "Why?" he asked. "What do you mean?" "Guns are.
you know. real dangerous." Tina said slowly. Joey looked hurt. "You don't think it's cool?" he asked. "No, no! It's cool and all," she said quickly. "But, uhm. maybe you shouldn't keep it very long?
I mean. something could happen." Joey seemed stunned. He lowered the gun. "Nothing will happen," he said. "I've had it a while and nothing happened. Why don't you like it?" Tina shook her head.
"No, Joey! I do like it, it's real cool! But.
I mean, is it loaded?" He looked away from her. Slowly, he placed the gun back in the shoebox, and put the porno-mag back on top of it. "No," he said softly. "There aren't even any bullets." Tina sighed with relief. Joey put the shoebox back in his closet in silence. When he was done, he was frowning. He looked like he might even cry.
"What's wrong?" Tina asked. He shrugged. "I just thought you'd like it." She rolled her eyes and smiled.
"I do like it, Joey! That's so cool you have a gun. you just have to be careful, is all!" "There aren't any bullets," Joey said again.
"Even so," Tina replied. Joey nodded. "Okay," he said softly. Tina felt bad for the kid. He'd expected some other reaction from her, some reaction that would make him feel "cool" or something. She could tell just by looking at him that he'd been devastated by her shock.
"Well," Tina said. "You're the only person I know who has a gun." He brightened up. "Really?" "Yeah," she nodded. She looked around the small room. Suddenly, she didn't want to leave. It felt good to interact with someone again, someone she knew. Joey always ended up making her feel better, she realized. "What happened to your eye?" Joey suddenly asked. She looked away from him.
She nearly gave him her prepared story about falling off her bike, but hesitated. She felt bad lying to him. "Did your daddy hit you?" he asked. She looked up at him. He was staring at her, nearly expressionless.
Finally, she nodded. "Yeah," she said, softly. "He did. But don't tell no one, okay?" Joey nodded. "Mama hits me sometimes, too." Tina had figured as much. She'd seen him with bruises on his arms and, a couple times, even on his face. "Sucks, don't it?" she said. "Yeah," he replied. Tina wanted to change the subject. She didn't want to think about her dad, or start thinking about everything that was happening again.
Suddenly she asked, "Hey, wanna read that magazine together?" Joey's eyes glimmered in excitement.
But he didn't say anything, he just nodded. "Okay," she said. She smiled and gestured like he should get it out. Quickly the 12-year-old boy went back to the closet and grabbed the magazine.
Tina laid down on her stomach on his small bed and he did likewise alongside her, and after adjusting themselves so that neither would fall off, she opened the magazine up. She was leaning on her elbows to hold her body up, and Joey was doing the same thing. They stared down at a picture of a redheaded model leaning back, legs splayed wide, smiling out at the camera.
"She's cute, huh?" Tina asked. "I guess," Joey said, embarrassed. Tina laughed. It was a genuine laugh: she was actually feeling good! "I know you like her, Joey, the magazine flipped right to it!" "I only looked at it a couple times!" he said, defensively. Tina giggled and turned the page. Together the two looked at page after page of beautiful women, sometimes with men, sometimes with each other.
Occasionally Tina would make a comment, but mostly she just pointed at things she liked, and Joey would nod. When they got to the letters section Tina asked, "You read these?" He shook his head. "No, not yet," he said. "Okay," she smiled. "I'll read them to you. Okay?" Joey nodded.
She cleared her throat and began reading. It was boring at first, until she got to the sex part.
"I gasped when she touched me there," she read aloud, changing her voice so that it sounded more sexy. "I'd never had another woman touch my pussy before. But I liked it, so I didn't resist. Soon, she was fingering me, right in the middle of the movie theatre, my boyfriend totally unaware of what this strange woman was doing to me!" Tina found herself getting turned on as she read, and she knew that Joey was, too.
Her voice grew even more husky when she got to the rawer descriptions: "His cock pounded in and out of me like a jackhammer, slamming in and out of my pussy over and over as I sucked on Roger's cock. Suddenly he came and my mouth filled with his sperm, just as I exploded in orgasm." Tina stopped reading. She looked over at Joey, who was staring at her face. She stared back, smiling slightly. He was so cute: his shaggy hair unkempt about his head, his large child- like eyes wide open and innocent.
She thought about the boys in the woods and how nasty that had ended up, and about Razor, who was trying to turn her into a whore. Joey would never do that. He'd never make her feel bad. In the end he was the only person she could trust to be there for him, sexually and otherwise. She read another line from the magazine: "Even after I came he kept hammering into me, and I stared up at his wife whose eyes were locked on where her husband's cock entered my body." Tina stopped again.
Joey was still staring at her. Finally she looked at him and asked, "You want to fuck now?" He nodded. She closed the magazine and sat up. "Okay, get naked first," she instructed him. As he undressed Tina took off her bathrobe. Her heart was racing in excitement. It wasn't entirely sexual excitement: she'd been fucked silly just a couple of hours before and even reading those letters to Joey hadn't been enough to get her to her usual arousal point.
Instead it was mostly a good excitement. This felt right! It was nice, it was safe. It was totally different from what she'd done earlier. and would do again in four short hours, but right now, the feelings of doubt and shame weren't there.
This felt right, it felt natural. When Joey was naked he stood at the edge of the bed, staring at her naked body. She smiled at him. Slowly she cupped her small breasts in her hands and asked, "You really like these, don't you?" He blushed, then nodded quickly. "What about this?" she asked, turning toward him and spreading her legs apart. She put her hand on her lightly fuzzed pussy and winked. Slowly she began to rub herself down there as the 12- year-old watched intently.
"What do you like better?" she asked, lowering her voice to sound sexy. He shrugged. "I dunno. both, I guess." She continued to rub at her pussy, then abruptly began fingering herself as soon as she got wet. She kept her large young eyes locked on his, which were locked on her pussy. She laid back on the bed, relaxing at her own touch. Softly she whispered, "I want you to lick it." He'd never done that to her before, and she wondered if he'd know what she meant. A moment passed while she continued wondering, then suddenly she felt his tongue tentatively touch right where her finger was inserted.
She moaned softly and removed her finger. "Go on, Joey, lick me a little.," she urged. The 12-year-old boy complied. Tina's body tingled as he licked at her hole. He certainly was no expert, but he became eager very quickly. She encouraged him with moans of desire as her body finally became truly aroused. She let him continue for another minute or so, then said, "Okay, okay, Joey," and leaned back up.
She looked down between her legs and saw Joey staring up at her, face glistening with her juices, a look of confusion on his cute boyish face. "Get up here," she instructed as she slid off the bed. He scrambled up and Tina saw his small boy-cock hardened between his legs.
She waited for him to lie back on the bed as she stared at his young body. He's so incredibly cute, she thought. Her own body tingling now with desire, Tina crawled up over him on the bed. She was a few inches taller than him so she scooted her body down, then pressed her body onto his. She slowly began to kiss him on the lips.
She'd never kissed him before, and he didn't know how to respond. "Touch me," she whispered to him. She felt his hand tentatively touch her waist She continued kissing him, tasting her own wetness on his lips. She pressed her tongue against him until he opened his mouth and allowed it to slip inside. Joey's hands were roaming her body more boldly, now. She felt them grip her round butt as she made out with him. This was Joey's first kiss, she realized.
That excited her even more! It felt so good to kiss someone again. She hadn't kissed anyone since. well, it'd been a while! She'd forgotten the joys of making out, kissing, exploring someone else's mouth with her tongue. Reluctantly, she broke the kiss and pushed herself up from his body. She brushed her blonde hair away from her face as she stared down at his, and said, "You ready?" He nodded.
He wasn't smiling, nor frowning, but his eyes told her that he was more than ready! She scooted her body up to position herself, then straddled his waist between her legs. She reached back under her body until she found his small penis. It jumped in her tiny hand as she gripped it lovingly and stroked it a couple of times. She looked down between their bodies at it and, with some difficulty, positioned her pussy just above it. Slowly she began to lower herself down until the head of his small dick began to press against her hole, then finally enter it.
She sighed at the sensation, and let go of the cock. She placed her hands on the mattress and slowly pressed her pussy down until his dick was fully inside her. "How does that feel?" she asked, voice slightly strained. "G-good," Joey gulped. They'd never fucked with her on top before: this was a night of firsts for the two! She began to rhythmically slide her pussy up and down on his cock, enjoying the feeling of it inside her.
There was no way she'd get off like this, though, she thought. His dick felt good inside, sure, but she felt disappointedly empty compared to the sizeable cocks she'd had a few hours before.
Still, she ground her hips downward upon his dick, pressing his boyish penis into the walls of her vagina. She yelped at the feeling and began to rock forward and back, panting with pleasure and excitement as she tried to get herself off.
She heard Joey's breath began to speed up and he started making little spastic sounds of pleasure. She continued rocking and grinding upon his dick, then, and felt a small spark of energy ripple between her legs. She dug her fingers into the boy's shoulders as she gently, softly climaxed.
My first orgasm directly from him, her racing mind thought. Just then, quite suddenly, she felt him cum inside her body. Tina continued rocking her body forward and back on him until his cock had gone limp and slid out from her. She rolled off of him, then, and laid next to his frozen body. He wasn't moving a muscle, only staring upward at the ceiling trying to catch his breath. "Thanks," she whispered into his ear. She cuddled up next to him and draped her arm over his body as she smiled.
A few moments of silence passed. Tina felt good: although she hadn't cum, she felt satisfied. She held her body against Joey's, and felt she could fall asleep just like that. "Tina?" he asked, breaking the silence. His voice was soft and anxious. "Mmm hmm?" she responded.
"I-- I love you," he said. Tina froze. Her mood shifted dramatically at his words. She leaned up on the bed and crawled off of it. "Tina?" he asked, leaning up. "What?" she asked shortly as she quickly pulled on her bathrobe.
She looked over at the boy. His eyes were wide and pleading. He asked, "Don't you love me too?" Her heart melted at his words. She froze, then finished tying her bathrobe close. She sighed heavily then took a seat on the edge of the bed next to him.
"Of course I do," she responded. She meant it. "Then what's wrong?" he asked her. She sighed. "Joey," she began, "You don't really love me." He seemed hurt by his words, and he certainly didn't believe them. "I do!" he insisted. "I want to marry you someday!" Tina laughed at that, but it wasn't a malicious laugh. She said, "Joey, trust me, you really don't want to marry me!" "Why not?" he asked. Tina looked away from him.
She took a deep breath then said, "You deserve someone better than me. "I'm no good, Joey." The boy stared at her in confusion. She looked into his sad eyes for a moment, then she smiled to break the tension. "It's okay," she said lightly.
"You're gonna meet someone great someday, I promise." "When I'm older, I'm going to marry you," he insisted, stubbornly.
She stood up, then leaned over and kissed him lightly on his forehead. "Maybe," she said. "But trust me, you don't want to. Good night!" She headed toward his bedroom door.
Just as she reached it he blurted out, "You are good!" She glanced back at him. With eyes full of sadness she shook her head. "Maybe. but only at one thing." She blew him a kiss, then went back home without another word. ==================== END OF CHAPTER SIX ====================