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Subject: {ASSM} MIB Ch.11 by Rachael Ross (See Ch.00 For Codes)
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Monsters in My Bed and Other Stories
Chapter 11 - Teasing

Copyright 2008 Rachael Ross All Rights Reserved





"Are you gonna throw me a fuck?" Carol asked Bobby.

"Say what?" the college freshman looked at the high school girl.

"The way those guys back there talked," Carol explained, pulling her
auburn hair back with one hand and digging in her purse for a rubber
band with the other.

"Oh, yeah," Bobby said. "They were getting pretty drunk."

"They were getting pretty disgusting," she said. "I didn't even want
to go anyway."

"So why did you?" Bobby asked, watching the girl fix her long
ponytail.

"You know why," Carol turned her blue eyes on Bobby, but they were
black in the glow of the car's headlights.

"Me too," he said. "It was kinda boring, huh?"

"Heh!" Carol slumped down in her seat, putting her heels on the dash
and wiggling her bare toes. "You didn't look very bored when
whatshername was climbing all over you."

"Who? Veronica? Yeah right, she climbs all over everybody," Bobby
laughed and he was stealing looks at Carol's legs beneath the denim
shorts she wore.

"Yeah, that's not the point though," the girl laughed too. "God! What
a total slut!"

"She's just lonely or something," Bobby said.

"Lonely? How can she be lonely? Everytime I see her she's with
somebody."

"Don't mean she's not lonely," Bobby shrugged and he wanted to touch
Carol's left thigh cause it was right there. "I heard she was abused
or something, you know, when she was a kid."

"Abused? What? Like by her dad or something?" Carol pressed the soles
of her feet together, spreading her knees so that her legs made an
oval shape. "That's so gross."

"That's just what I heard," Bobby tightened his grip on the steering
wheel. "Maybe she wasn't."

"Maybe she's just a nympho," Carol giggled, tugging her shirt down
because the wind was trying to lift it up all the time.

"You want me to put the top up?" Bobby asked, taking the excuse to get
a long look at the girl.

"No," she shook her head, "convertibles are so cool. I'm okay."

"Okay."

They were quiet for a minute or two, but neither of them were very
uncomfortable with that. Bobby kept driving while Carol pulled at
loose strands of cotton around the ragged edges of her cut-offs. The
way she spread her legs pulled the crotch tight against her pelvis and
Bobby imagined he could see a little of her panties every now and
then, just flashes of white, but it was dark so maybe he just imagined
it.

"Anyway, you didn't answer my question," Carol said.

"What question?" Bobby asked her.

"You know!" she put a little pout in her voice, "You're such a tease!"

"Me?" Bobby rolled his own blue eyes, but Carol didn't notice. "I saw
what you were doing."

"What do you mean, what I was doing?"

"Teasing," Bobby said. "You wanna know why guys say the things they
do? It's cause they think you want it."

"What?" Carol shifted, sitting back up and she pulled her feet to the
edge of the seat, hugging her knees to her breasts.

"The way you act, you know? Like flirting and..." Bobby shrugged, "...
teasing. You're just asking for it."

"I'm not asking for anything!" Carol protested. "I'm just trying to
have a good time."

"Uh-huh."

"Just cause I smile or whatever, it doesn't mean I'm asking a guy to
fuck me," Carol said.

"You do a lot more than just smile," Bobby said. "Admit it. The way
you laugh, like that little giggle you got. The way you make faces..."

"I make faces?" Carol stared at him, her eyes going wide and the
corners of her mouth turning down.

"See?" Bobby nodded, looking at the girl. "Just like that."

"This isn't my come fuck me face," Carol said. "This is my I don't
believe you just said that face."

"Well, maybe not that face," Bobby admitted, "but you got other ones.
Probably you don't even know your doing it."

"I know exactly what I'm doing," Carol snorted. "Whatever faces I
make, they're mine. That's the point."

"What do you mean?"

"I mean they don't mean anything and if some guy thinks it does,
well..." Carol shrugged, "...that's his problem, not mine."

"Until he starts asking if you wanna go count stars, right?" Bobby
asked and Carol giggled.

"See? That's what I'm talking about" he shook his head.

"What?" Carol asked.

"That giggle. You know what that sounded like?"

"It sounded like a giggle," Carol said. "You were cute. What you
said."

"It sounded to me like you wouldn't mind going someplace and counting
stars with me," Bobby said. "It sounded like you wanted more."

"More?"

"Yeah, more...I dunno, more talking, more attention or something," Bobby
said. "Like if I tried to kiss you it would be okay."

"You want to kiss me?" she giggled again.

"And now you're really teasing," Bobby said with a sigh.

"So?" Carol licked her lips and sighed too.

"Oh, you admit it now?" he asked.

"Maybe I'm just teasing," Carol said and this time she bit her bottom
lip, just a little and only because she knew Bobby would see it.

"You want me to throw you a fuck?" Bobby asked rhetorically.

"No! See? You just ruined it," Carol said. "Now I just wanna go home
again."

"We're almost there anyway," he said.

"Yeah," Carol untied her shirt, because it was unbuttoned and just
knotted across her tummy. "I don't wanna go home."

"I know."

"How many stars are there, do you think?" she wondered after half a
minute.

"I don't know," Bobby shrugged, glancing at the girl as she buttoned
her shirt.

"Do you want to find out?" Carol looked at him.

"I gotta get you home, it's already late," Bobby said. "We'll get in
trouble."

"I'll get in trouble," she said.

"Yeah," he swallowed hard.

"Maybe I like trouble," Carol said. "You could say we got a flat
tire."

"Ran out of gas too," Bobby said.

"Yeah," Carol smiled. "There's a lot of stars tonight."

"Uh-huh."

"And we gotta count them all, right?" Carol was making a face and she
knew it.

"We gotta stop going to these parties," Bobby sighed and he was
already turning off the highway, but not towards home.

"Why?" Carol laughed lightly and she was reaching for Bobby's thigh.
"That's the best part."

"Cause mom's getting suspicious," he said.

"No she's not," Carol was closer now and Bobby put his arm around
her.

"We gotta be serious this time," Bobby said.

"Serious?" Carol looked up and Bobby looked down.

"We only got up to eight last time," he said. "I know there's more
stars than that."

"I dunno," Carol smiled, "eight is a lot of stars."

"You're such a tease," Bobby laughed.

"I'm not teasing," Carol said with a soft giggle. "I just want you to
throw me a fuck."




end
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