"Kiss it, Hailey," the whore whispered.
Hailey glanced around the darkened theater. The boy who sat between her and the whore had his fly down, his erect penis jutting from his pants. The whore held him by the shaft.
Hailey grinned.
Smirking, the whore lowered her head into the boy's lap and his face suddenly crumpled into an expression of undisguised lust. His mouth fell open and his breathing came quick and hard. He was a good-looking boy with a square chin and smoldering eyes. He had looked so cool and aloof in the park. The whore raised her head. She mumbled something to the boy as her hand massaged his now glistening shaft.
He closed his mouth and nodded. He didn't look so aloof anymore.
A deep needy place opened in Hailey's chest. She was eighteen but didn't look it. A too-small frame and narrow hips.
"Ready?" The whore whispered.
The boy squirmed and made an impatient noise in his throat. The whore cut her eyes to him, a no-nonsense look on her face. Taking the head of his penis between her thumb and forefinger, she pinched.
The boy pursed his lips together.
Hailey looked to the whore for direction. Wild black curls framed her face. At this point, Hailey didn't know the whore was a whore. All Hailey knew was that her friend was mysterious and cool, a beautiful girl who always wore impossibly tiny shorts or minis that showed off her long legs. Hailey's brother had forbidden Hailey to hang out with the whore, so, of course, Hailey had begun to sneak. The whore raised her brows, her lip curling into a mischievous smile.
Hailey swallowed, wetting her parched mouth.
This was wrong.
She didn't even know this boy.
But his cock was the first she'd ever seen and it was such a beautiful thing: long and slender and ruddy, with a big fat knob at the tip. Her brother would kill her if he knew she was sitting next to a boy with his fly down. The whore had a boyfriend, but he didn't seem to mind who she hung out with, or what she did when she wasn't with him. These were the thoughts that were going through Hailey's mind as she tucked her hair behind her ear and lowered her head into the boy's lap. His cock warmed her face. Pressing her lips against its length, she gave him a dry kiss. Her mind screamed for her to retreat, to pull back, but just then a great pulse of heat swelled between her legs. Hailey gasped at the intensity of the feeling, her mouth falling open. Before she could think another thought, she put her mouth on that tasty prick, letting its silky warmth slide across her tongue.
The boy began undulating his hips.
Hailey changed her position to accommodate his movements. His cock slid deeper into her mouth. He took her head in both hands. As soon as Hailey felt his hands on her head, she regretted her choice, but by then the time for turning back had already passed. He came, hot semen filling her mouth. She tried to raise her head, but the boy held her fast. Soon something wet came trickling out the corner of her mouth.
He was making soft grunts.
Hailey stopped struggling and swallowed—again and again, she swallowed. Her entire focus was on receiving the hot juice hosing into her mouth. She knew he was finished because he relaxed his grip and began petting her head.
Hailey let the cock fall from her mouth, sheepishly raising her chin.
The whore was grinning at her.
The boy had a rapturous look on his face.
Hailey wiped her mouth. She hadn't expected things would go that far, that quickly. She wasn't sure how to respond. Tears were welling in her eyes, but she didn't want to cry. Her pussy was throbbing with desire.
The boy was fumbling with his pants.
Before Hailey could decide how to react, the whore was on her feet, climbing past the boy and grabbing for Hailey's hand. They dashed into the sunlight, leaving the boy in the dark. Hailey had time to compose herself, and she decided it was probably best to play it cool. The whore was a much different type of friend than anyone she'd ever known before—more adventurous, wilder. They spent the rest of the afternoon on the amusement pier, flirting with young ride operators and the old man concession vendors. They rode the Ferris wheel and the Rotor for free. They were given candied apples on a stick and spun bales of cotton candy, which they promptly threw away. The challenge was just in receiving them. Hailey steeled herself to suck more cock, but it never came to that. Later that night, she climbed into her bedroom window, stripped down to her undies, and slipped between the cold sheets where she promptly pressed a fat pillow between her legs.
The next morning, Hailey couldn't look her brother in the eye.
She'd sucked cock.
And she'd been ready to suck even more cock.
More than that, it was fun to be a cocksucker, and she'd thoroughly enjoyed herself. Maybe it was the most fun she'd ever had in her life?
Hailey could see where all this was headed. She knew straight away what she had to do. To be worthy of her brother's love, she would have to fight her way back to being a good girl. As soon as she thought it, her heart sank. She would be abandoned by the whore. At the very least, she would make fun of Hailey, the same way she'd mocked the boy in the theater, or those old men who ran the concession stands on the pier.
The sky outside turned dark and grey.
The whore texted Hailey but she didn't respond. She plodded ahead, alone.
In the middle of the night, Hailey's mind would go to the beautiful prick she'd seen in the darkened theater. Sometimes she would forget that she no longer wanted to be a cocksucker and would put her thumb in her mouth for comfort. On nights like those, Hailey would clamp a pillow between her thighs and try to tame her libido by grinding herself to the very edge. It was self-indulgent. Occasionally she would catch herself and race to the shower, cold water beating against engorged nipples until she emerged from the stall, shivering and indifferent. More often, though, she would simply fling the warm pillow across the room, lying on the bed with her knees spread lewdly. Hot, panting. Guilty.
Hailey needed help.
Summoning all her courage, she shared her plan to stop sucking cock with the whore. To Hailey's great surprise, the whore responded warmly. Hailey's heart soared. The whore even offered to stop sucking cocks herself.
"Good girls," the whore said.
She invited Hailey to her house to play dress up games. They wore button-down shirts, with plaid, pleated skirts, and saddle shoes. The whore produced a camera and the girls took turns making indecent poses. Hailey sat Indian style with her crotch exposed, the whore's cigarette burning between her fingers. In another pose, Hailey got on all fours, her skirt bunched up on her hips, grinning over her shoulder. It made her panties wet, but it was all okay because it was just a little good-girl fun. So much better than the tortured nights alone in her narrow bed.
A few days later, the whore put her forehead against Hailey's.
"Don't hate me," the whore whispered.
Hailey was shocked. Hate? How could she hate her coolest friend?
The whore hid her face. Tears were rolling down her cheeks. Hailey had never seen her friend in such a state. The whore began a sad story. Her boyfriend wasn't really her boyfriend. Instead, he was her pimp and she was his whore. Hailey's brow knotted, her mouth falling open.
A whore
? Her friend was silently sobbing. Hailey reached for the girl and held her. Both girls wept for a long time in one another's arms.
Finally, the whore pushed back and blew her nose.
