Outstripped (28 page)

"Why,
what happened?"

"His
mum came home."

"So
that's it? The sum total of your 'man handling' is half a hand job?"

"Fuckin'
hell Jody, we need to get you a man."

She
didn't say anything, but looked around the ring of highly excitable girls,
eager for an answer or solution to getting her what she thought she so
desperately needed.

"We'll
do it," said Carmel. "We'll get Andy on the job. He's always up for a
shag."

"Hang
on," Suzanne jumped in. "I think she needs to walk before she
runs."

"What
do you mean?" asked Jody, slowing down for a moment and abruptly halting a
potentially giddy state.

"Practice."
said Suzanne.

"Blowjob
first." said Maddy.

"We'll
teach you how to do it properly.
"
said Charlie.

"Dildo?"
Carmel asked the other three.

"Dildo."
said Suzanne. And she stood up, went to her walk in wardrobe and produced a not
inconsiderate purple plastic penis, the likes of which Jody hadn't seen outside
of the back pages in her Cosmopolitan magazines.

Jody's
face was a picture. Part excited, part mesmerized, part confused and part
concerned.

"Don't
worry were not going to use it on you." said Suzanne sitting down again
and holding it upright in front of her for all to get a good look.

"Unless
you want us to.
"
added Maddy.

"Err,
no thanks."

"Lock
the door, Charlie. You're nearest." instructed Suzanne. "Right, here
you are. Let’s see what you've got." And she handed the phallic instrument
over to Jody, who took it between finger and thumb as if it were an
untrustworthy item of no known origin, or a thing of disgust.

In truth
she'd wanted to get her hands on a vibrator or dildo for ages, for obvious
reasons, but hadn't had the courage to buy one. It could have had something to
do with her being under eighteen and not having the balls (I know, I know) to
enter a sex shop. But it was really all down to not mixing with better-connected,
more liberated people. And she didn't have an older sister either.

Guessing
this was to be
Jody's first fondle
of such a toy,
Suzanne began instructing her.

"Get
a good look at it." It was life size, life like and quite a turn on.

"Get
a good feel of it." It was hard, yet soft and bendy at the same time.

"Give
it a stroke." The veins stood out, as did the heart shaped glans at the
head, and gave the whole thing some character and some interesting bits, highly
likely to cause friction and pleasure.

"Caress
it. Manhandle it. Rub it. Grab it. Grip it. Give it a squeeze."

It was
starting to sound like a list of instructions from the guy with the megaphone
in a porno film, but Jody was taking her directions well and warming to her
role.

"Okay,
now pretend it’s real, and give it a blowjob."

Jody
stuck her tongue out and began running the purple pleasure stick over it. She
licked it almost from afar with the very tip of her tongue, seemingly afraid to
make any real contact.

"No,
no, no, Jody" said Charlie. "You've got to stick it in, swallow it, and
suck it. Let it glide in and out. Stroke it with your tongue. The 'tip of your
tongue thing' is just that. It’s for the tip of his thing."

"Ooohh!
Who's the fuckin' expert then?" said Maddy, who was only saying what they
were all thinking. Which was actually, “She seems to be very well versed in
this particular activity doesn't she?”

"Give
it here, I'll show you." said Charlie getting a good grip on the dildo.

Without
changing her encircling, baton-like grip she brought it up close to her face
and stared at it longingly. She looked it up and down then gave the end a quick
ice-cream lick.
Then again.
Then she re-gripped it by
the base and gave it a full-length lick, all the way up the underside of the
shaft.

"Dicks
are sensitive all over, but there are certain parts that drive them crazy.
Here, all around the base. All up the shaft on the underside, and all around
the edge of the head. And the head itself of course." Charlie was in
lecture mode, and it was pretty clear that she knew what she was talking about.

"You
need to concentrate on these areas for maximum pleasure, unless he's going to
shoot his load too early. But you also need to keep wanking him. Up and down,
up and down. Otherwise he's not going to stay hard. And
believe
me
,
hard is what you want
. You can corkscrew as
well if you like. He's going to like it all anyway."

Charlie
gave them all a blowjob lesson that a seasoned prostitute would have found hard
to improve on. She sucked on it, licked it, rubbed it, stroked it, and even
saliva'd on it occasionally to keep everything slippery.

"Another
crucial ingredient in any kind of sex is lubrication. You need it for
everything. If it doesn't slip and slide, its not gonna work and neither of you
are going to enjoy it."

Jody did
her best to impress, when she got the toy back, but it couldn't compare to the
'B.J. 101' lesson they'd all just had from Charlie.

"I
think we're nearly ready for stage two then," said Suzanne.

"What's
stage two?" asked Jody.

"The
real thing of course." and before Jody could get a word in edge ways
they'd all agreed, on her behalf, to recruit some guy for the experience of a
lifetime.
Jody's first real live blowjob.

"Don't
worry we'll get a good looking one for you.
Someone who can
give you directions as well.
You do like this kind of stuff don't you?
We haven't been wasting our time have we?"

"No,
no, of course not. You've been great."

"Well,
what is it then? You said you wanted to get in with the guys. This is your
chance to do it right. Learn first. Then you don't make any mistakes. You don't
wanna fuck it up when you get your own guy, do you?"

Jody was
torn between being thrown to the lions and getting exactly what she wanted (or
needed). She just
knew
it was her
time to join the sexually active and there would never be a better opportunity
than this.

"Bring
it on!" was her response, full of decisiveness and challenge.

Her ménage
of mentors, for maturity and the male member, applauded and squealed with
congratulatory delight. Their latest protégée would shortly be joining them in
the joys of adulthood and they couldn't be happier to help.

Jody was
sent on her way with the surrogate cock in her possession.

They
told her she could get called upon at a moments notice once a suitable
recipient for her fledgling skills had been found. So she needed to be ready.
And, she needed to be confident, brave and bold. So, practice makes perfect.

She was
diligent at first, to a point, but was easily distracted with the real purpose
of the 'Do It Yourself' tool. It saw almost as much action between the sheets
and Jody's thighs as it did between her lips, as she fantasized of the real
thing and imagined heightened pleasures of her own. It's all very well giving
and performing acts of pleasure on and for others, but when you’re pretty much
new to the game, you need a certain degree of selfish satisfaction, on the
receiving end, so to speak, just so you know what it's all about.

Jody
made a mental note to try a few more of these toys at the earliest juncture
possible. And she definitely needed to seek out the battery-powered versions
too.

It was
mid week when 'the nod' came. Nudge, nudge.
Wink, wink.
The rumour mill had been in full swing since Jody's 'call up' but no one really
knew what was going on. She hadn't even told her real school friends, since it
was all supposed to be very much a secret. And anyway, it was private. These
girls had taken her under their protective and privileged wings and she wasn't
about to spoil it all by blabbing about her escapades. Maybe one day she could,
but who, outside your closest inner circle of friends, do you tell about this
sort of thing?
This sort of education?
Her new inner
circle already knew. They were helping.

"You
need to be round at Suzanne's after school. No later than four o'clock, Okay?
Whispered Maddy, from behind her in the lunch queue.

"What
for?" Replied Jody with the 'dumbest question of the decade' according to
Carmel, from in front.

"It's
all set up. Time to tango."

Jody's
free hand came up to cover her mouth and she almost dropped the food tray from
her other. Only the yoghurt pot fell over as she recovered and put it down on
the sliders in front her.

"Who
is it? No, don't tell me. Yes, do. Who is it? He’d better be good looking. Tell
me he's a hunk. I couldn't deal with another geek, or worse still, a
knucklehead. Where's he from? Is he still at school? Does he
......?
"

"Shut
the fuck up, will you? You said you trusted us," jumped in Maddy.
"Yes, he's a hunk and no, you don't know him. That's all. It'll be fun,
it'll be exciting, and worth every penny. Now turn around, pick up your tray
and don't let on that anything's happening or you'll ruin it.
"

Jody did
as she was told, but the excitement and the unanswered questions rattling round
in her head were seriously hard to handle. And she still had nearly four hours
to go.

"We
are good at this you know,” said Charlie, sitting opposite Jody at the dining
table. "I think we've all had him too," she added, looking round the
table for confirmations. "He's good. He knows what he's doing. And, you
never know, if you play your cards right you could go all the way with him,
next time."

Strangely
enough, any thoughts regarding the particularly casual nature of their
arrangements with friends and 'Gigolos', and how odd it may look to outsiders,
never seemed to cross their minds. All this convenience sex was seen as just
that, with a little experience and education thrown in for justification if
required.

"Slow
down, I haven't even seen him yet," replied Jody.

"It's
okay, you'll definitely like him and we've given him strict instructions on
just how far to go. We've gotta break you in gently, haven't we girls?"
Said Suzanne, with a very sly grin, as they all got up to leave.

Jody got
to Suzanne's place on time. She was rushed through the door and Suzanne took a
cursory look both ways outside to make sure the coast was clear, though it kind
of made things look dodgy when, in reality, they weren't in the first place.
Her parents wouldn't be back till later so this was the perfect opportunity.

"Privacy,
room and time." they'd all agreed.

Taking
the stairs in twos they raced up to the palatial bedroom, and after bursting
through the door, they came up short to face Maddy, Carmel and Charlie, who
were all sitting, giggling on the edge of Suzanne's enormous double bed.

"Come
in, come in," they encouraged and Suzanne closed the door behind them.

"This
is Luke," said Charlie, pointing towards the doorway to the walk in
wardrobe, which he obligingly came through, smiling. Hands in pockets with his
head bent slightly forward and tilted sideways. Shiny teeth were clearly
visible but his eyes remained a partial mystery, hidden by the product-laden
hang of his hair.

Jody
looked him up and down and metaphorically took him all in.

Six foot one or two.
Highlighted hair.
A little stubble.
Probably around
twenty, which classed him as an older 'man'. Cheeky grin. Handsome. Relaxed.
Comfortable with his position, his appearance and his lot in life.
Casually dressed but not shabby.
He was wearing good
gear, made to look tired, and that hair cut wasn't done at the local barber's.

Her
gawping and staring was bordering on rudeness now, but under the circumstances,
no one said anything.

"Hi.
You must be Jody?" he started.

"Yes,
I mean hi, and yes."

"First
time I believe?"

"Err,
yes, again," she said.

"Come
on, there's no need to be too shy. We all know why we're here."

She was
having prom night jitters at this point and, unsure what the hell she was
doing, blurted out in an unintentionally confrontational manner, "Why are
we here, then?"

"Relax
Jody, you're ready for this," Interjected Carmel in an effort to arrest
any unnecessary tension.

"Okay,
okay," said Jody, using flapping motions and gesticulations and
desperately trying to loosen and calm her nerves.

Luke
spoke up and tried to lighten the moment.

"I
believe you're in need of experience, and I've got it all wrapped up for you,
here," he said, as he pointed to the front of his jeans."