Callie was going to have sex tonight. She had planned this for some time now and while she hadn't really marked this night on a calendar for a deadline, she had decided earlier in the day that tonight was as good as any. Tonight would be when the endgame would happen.
The notion of going ahead with sex had come into her mind a few months ago. The problem was that she had no idea how to proceed since she had never done it before. Of course she knew what the basics were; insert tab A into slot B, but she thought actually doing it might be a bit trickier. After all, watching someone drive a car or build a house was a lot different from doing it yourself. In thinking about resources to consult she realized she basically had none. She couldn't talk to her parents, she didn't feel close enough to any teachers to go to them with this and the clergy...well they certainly would try and dissuade her rather than help her. Going online would be the best bet but her mother had installed parental controls on the computer as soon as it had been set up and she certainly couldn't go to her Dad and ask him to remove them without raising more than a bit of suspicion. Her plan might have taken even longer is the solution to her dilemma had not presented itself to her in the form of one Pamela Deland.
On an early Spring day at school Pamela strode into home room in flagrant violation of the school dress code. She wore a pair of Navy blue slacks and a lighter blue cardigan sweater, certainly no problem there, but underneath the cardigan she wore a skintight light orange top with a very low cut neckline that revealed more than a little of her ample cleavage. Mr. Ross, the home room and senior English teacher was announcing the school news of the day but stopped abruptly when he saw her. His eyes lingered on her for maybe a few seconds longer then they should have then he sent her to the office. She returned a few minutes later in the same slacks and cardigan but had covered the orange top for with a more baggy red top that she likely had stashed in her locker. Mr. Ross said nothing further even though it was obvious she had never gone to the office. Pamela liked doing little stunts like this from time to time just to rattle the teachers and staff.
Pamela had a reputation as the "bad girl" in school even though Callie didn't know why. Pam was a good student with a high B average and, aside from being a regular at the smoking pit, Callie couldn't remember her being in any serious trouble. Likely the bad girl designation came mostly from her looks and attitude. Pamela was taller than most the other girls, at least five eight or so, certainly towering over Callie's five two frame. But even though she was 18 and a high school senior, like Callie, she could easily pass for mid-twenties. She was, in short, a nightmare for those people that had to check IDs on a regular basis. Pamela had long, thick, dark red hair that possessed just a bit of wave and hung down past her shoulders. She had alabaster skin, like many redheads, but had nary a visible freckle. Her eyes were a deep brown rather than the expected green and she carefully applied her makeup to highlight rather than overwhelm them. But it was her body that turned the most heads. Pamela had a curvy hourglass figure and full D cup breasts which her choice of clothes often accentuated and, along with her red hair, had given her the whispered nickname of Jessica Rabbit. It was rumored among the other students that she was a regular in the bars and clubs around town and had a very active and diverse sex life. In short the boys in school lusted after her, the girls called her a slut. As a result of these polarizing attitudes she really did not have many friends in school. Then there was the incident that Pam was the most famous for; the one that had really cemented her reputation.
During the lunch period back in the fall the star of the football team, running back Tate Cafferty, strolled up to where Pam was sitting and said "Pamela babe, how about you and me go out to Lake Cassidy after the game this week." Of course he said it loud enough for all to hear and in his best bad boy tone of voice. Pamela looked up and answered, equally loud, "I guess you haven't heard. I only go out with men, not high school boys." Then she went back to her salad and the paperback she had been reading leaving Tate frozen in place with embarrassment.
"Uhhhhhhh," he moaned. He looked around the lunchroom then walked out without making eye contact with anyone. He rushed for only a measly 12 yards during that week's game as Pamela's quietly blunt yet excoriating put down of him raced around the school.
If there were ever a resource for all things sexual it had to be Pamela Deland, thought Callie, so after home room Callie approached her and, since they were both taking calculus, suggested they might team up and study together. To Callie's surprise Pam agreed and they started meeting at Pamela's house once a week.
Callie met Pamela's mother who was a nice, lovely woman who always seemed to have a cocktail and a cigarette in hand. She seemed just fine with the two girls going up to Pamela's bedroom and using Pam's computer by themselves. The first couple of weeks the girls actually did study calculus but it was soon clear that both of them understood the subject quite well and didn't really need a lot of extra study time. Callie decided to put the first part of her plan into action.
"Do you ever look at porn?" Callie asked one day when the girls had stopped studying and were looking at some fashion related websites.
Pamela seemed unfazed by the question. "Sometimes, not a lot," she answered.
"I've never seen it," said Callie.
"Oh. Well do you want to look at some?"
"Yeah. You don't think I'm weird do you?"
Pam didn't answer but instead typed in a web address and, in a second, a page with hundreds videos in dozens of categories popped up on the screen.
"What do you want to see?" asked Pam.
"I don't know. Just some regular porn I guess."
Pam scrolled down the screen a bit then clicked on a video. She moved her chair back a bit so Callie could see a bit better. It was a standard porn video with a big-dicked male fucking a blonde with silicone tits in various positions until the end when he shot sperm all over her face. Callie said nothing through the whole presentation.
"Another?" asked Pamela.
"Ok," answered Callie, never taking her eyes off the screen.
After they watched 4 videos Callie leaned back in her chair and looked at the ceiling. "My god," she said. "Are all guys' things that big?"
"Oh please, not even close. I don't know where they find these huge freaks but regular guys are nowhere near that big."
"Do they always want to squirt it on your face? That's disgusting!"
"I know but better they shoot it there than inside you and get you pregnant. I let them come on my tits or stomach. I don't want any babies right now."
"Good point," said Callie.
