A2B

I know it was stupid, and immature, but we’re playing Truth or Dare. My dare was to go in the boy’s room, and write a dirty word on the wall.

I never been in there before, but there was a lot of graffiti. So much that it was hard to find an empty spot, but then a boy came in, so I hid behind the wall.

They didn’t have a door on the toilet stall, just 1 wall, and it was covered in all kinds of stuff. I finally found some pencil, where somebody wrote:

[I came to take a shit,
Not give one!]

To erase, so I could draw a dong and balls, but it was just 2 circles, a shaft, and a curve around the end to close off the line. I didn’t even make the heart shaped head.

The boy finished taking a leak, and flushed, then he washed his hands. Which gave me time to finish the dare, but then he said. “You want to see a real one?”

“No!” I pushed him to get out, and ran for the door.

“Not mine, stupid. If I just wanted to flash you, I wouldn’t have zipped my fly up.”

I stopped, I don’t know why, but I put my hand down before I even touched the door handle. “Well, if I just wanted to see a dork, I’d look them up on my phone.” I didn’t turn around to look at him, but he was a boy.

Of course he was a boy, it was the boy’s room, but still. He was talking to me, and he wasn’t whipping it out to wave in my face, so I guess I thought he was gay.

“Yeah, but not a real live dick. I mean real boys showing off for girls, but not in here.” I don’t see why not, they had everything else written, drawn and painted all over the walls. Somebody obviously had time to make a mural, and even that was mostly covered with other stuff. They got the Mirrors so bad, they were useless. I’m surprised they didn’t paint the toilet, and the urinal too. “You want to watch something like that?”

I turned around, but he looked down. Back and forth across my top, so I crossed my arms.

“What size bra you wear?”

“None of your business, how short is your little peener?”

“It’s not like that,” he held his hands up, “But you are in 8th grade, right?”

“Yeah?” If I pass my finals.

“So, you must be 13, right?”

“So?” Just barely 12.

“So, these boys are in high school, so they’ve got standards. You have to be a teenager, and at least an A cup.”

“Oh,” I pulled my shirt down, and stuck them out. “See? That’s not a problem.” I was almost up to B cups!

“Good, come on.” Out in the park, I looked for my friends, but they all ran off. Typical, they probably didn’t even wait for the door to close before they ditched me in the boy’s room, and I’m lucky he didn’t try to grab me, or something.

He just surprised me, so I got the wrong idea. “I’m sorry I pushed you.”

“Well, I’m sorry I blocked you in. You’re just scared.”

“Haha, yeah.” Actually, screw them. I was going to introduce him, to this gay boy. I always wanted a gay friend, because they’re safe, but I felt safe just as soon as he pointed out that he had the chance, when he had it out to take a piss.

When he came in, and saw my shoes (Pink, and white, with glitter laces, and LED lights in the soles) he probably just looked in to see what I was drawing over the toilet. They even got behind the pipe with the flush handle, it was that covered in dirty messages. Somebody even scratched them into the pipe, with something sharp, I guess.

So, “Back here,” I didn’t even worry about following him back through the trees. I don’t know if I could trust him to protect me. He was kinda short, and skinny, but at least he could distract them while I ran, if somebody jumped out to grab me. “I don’t have to outrun the bear, I just have to outrun you!” kinda thing.

So, then we got there, and Astrid was waiting by this dirt road.

“Hey, what are you doing here?”

“I don’t know, just hanging around, I guess. What are you doing here?”

“Oh, just going for a walk with.” I looked back, but he was gone, before I could even ask his name. “That boy.”

She looked me over, and nodded. “Yeah, I saw him go in the boy’s room, after you.”

“So why didn’t you stop him?”

“What were we going to say, you can’t go in there, because there’s a girl in there, writing Fuck on the wall? It’s the boy’s room.”

“I know, but I didn’t write the F-word.” I giggled, “I drew a dork, and balls too.” I shook my head. “Hey wait. How do you check and see if I did the dare if nobody goes in there?”

She shrugged, “I don’t know, the dare is just to get you to go in there.” Then, we heard a motor, and she looked down the dirt road. “Well, you better go.”

“Why, so you can have all the teenagers to yourself?”

“No, because you can’t even say the word dick out loud.”

“Sure I can. Dick, cock, fuck, shit, ass, uh.” I shook my head. “Just because I’m not a complete potty mouth doesn’t mean.”

“Sh!” she pushed me back.

“I wanna see.”

“You wanna get run over too?”

“Oh,” but a car pulled up, “No.” Slowly, but with 2 boys in it, “are they gangsters?”

“No, well. I don’t know, maybe.”

“Well, they don’t look like cowboys, except the bandanas pulled up like robbers.”

“Well, of course. They don’t want anybody to know they’re cruising by the middle school to flash us.”

“Oh,” so that’s what going on.

“You better go around the other side.”

“Yeah, good idea.” The one in the back seat scooted over, so he was on my side too, but as soon as I saw her hold her shirt up, I looked away. If I wanted to see a little middle-school bra, I’d just stand in front of a mirror.

He knocked on the window, and pointed at my dress. I shook my head, and pointed at his crotch, so he unzipped it. Looking over to the other side, he started scooting away. So, I knocked on the window, and pulled the front of my dress up.

Okay, I guess if you want to see a hard one, you have to show them something. So, I showed him my panties, and turned around. To flip the back up, and moon them, but then the driver turned around, and looked over his shoulder.

Neat idea, having one in the back seat. So, he didn’t have to be shy, right next to the driver. You know, some boys can’t even pee if they think you’re looking, but what’s the idea of making bathrooms, without doors on the stalls? It’s bad enough that they only have one toilet, and a urinal. Honestly, I don’t know if I could pee in front of a bunch of girls, but I don’t have to worry about that, because there’s door on the toilet stalls in the girl’s room.

They both knocked, and motioned for me to pull my panties down, but now that I had both of their attention. The other girl just pulled her top down, and leaned over. Looking back and forth, at the driver, and the back seat.

Okay, I thought that I might like to see them, hard. Okay, maybe I am a little too young, and shy to be out here, flashing my bare butt at them, but then I stood up, and turned around. My panties fell down my legs, and I closed my eyes. I just pulled the front of my dress up, enough to flash my privates, but even with my eyes closed.

I couldn’t see them looking at my crotch, but I swear I could feel them. Somebody knocked, but they both motioned for me to show them my bra. I backed up, lucky the boy in back scooted over, so I couldn’t even see what his hand was doing in his lap.

“Huh, you like what you see? Yeah, you want to see more? I bet you do, you dirty, dirty boys. Look at you playing with yourselves, you sick pedos.”

“Uh, they’re not pedos. They like teenagers.”

“I know!” She just put her arms up, and her chin to look over the roof of the car. So, I crossed my arms, to cover my bra. It’s just a little more complicated in this dress. “Don’t look at me, you come to look at me, or them?”

“Sorry, I just.” She bent down to look through the windows. “I had no idea you knew how to strip.”

“Well, there’s lots of things you don’t know about me,” but honestly, she’s right. I mean, sure I danced in front of the mirror, and even practiced taking my clothes off sexy, but I had no idea how much fun it would be in front of a couple strangers.

I never felt so sexy before, because it’s just exactly like looking in the mirror. Now, there were 2 boys with boners, beating off just watching me take my clothes off. Not just anybody, but high school boys, at least one of them old enough to drive. I don’t know about getting in the car with them, that’s how a girl gets groped, pregnant, or even worse.

I guess that’s what I thought about, as I slipped my bra straps off my shoulders, one by one. Then, I squeezed them out of the cups, and slipped them down, slowly. Their eyes both glued to them, until my nipples popped out, and I let go so they flopped down. The bra sweat dried instantly, so they popped out with goosebumps up my arms, and shoulders, and I shivered.

They both closed their eyes, and squeezed them so tight, they wrinkled. They shivered, and I even saw a white blob shoot up to hit the steering wheel. Hang off, and drip on the airbag.

“Huh!” I slipped my bra straps back up, and squeezed back into the cups. “Show’s over.” I guessed, and sure enough. The driver barely got his pants zipped up before he started up the car, and backed out.

“Wow, that was amazing!”

“Thanks!” I got my dress back up, and bent over to grab my underpants.

“You’re going to have to show me how to dance like that sometime.”

“Well, what are you doing tonight?”

“Just homework, but I can put it off if you give me a lesson.”

“Deal. Too bad that gay boy didn’t stick around for the show.”

“Oh,” she giggled, shaking her head. “He’s not gay.”

“Oh, you know him?”

“Not really, he always runs off to the shota-girls.”

“Shota-girls?” I shook my head.

“Yeah, like shotacon?” I shook it some more. “You know, like lolicon?”

“Oh, you mean those Japanese kiddy porn cartoons.” I nodded. It’s okay, most of the naughty bits are censored, and it’s not like they’re real little girls. I guess that’s why it’s not kiddy porn, legally.

“Exactly. Shotacon is boys.”

“Well, I’m sure some boys like looking at it too, but what about these shota-girls he likes?”

“Oh, no. Not for boys, for teenage girls that like younger boys.”

“Ew why?”

“I don’t know, I’m not a shota-girl.”

“So let me get this straight. There’s girls that come to look at middle school boys, too?” I guess it’s like Rule #34, but there’s some things you can’t see on the internet. Or drawing dick pics on the bathroom doors, even when you can get them on your phone. Pretty much all you have to do is put your birth year in your screen name, and they’ll cum to you.

“Yeah, around the corner so you only have to see what you want to.” Just like one boy sitting in the back, so he doesn’t have to worry about the driver looking at his dick. The problem is, adults have single bars, and sex clubs to go to, because they’re old enough to drink. Teenagers can drive out to, wherever teenagers go to hook up, but if you’re a tweenage girl.

All the tweenage boys have tweenage twigs, and probably barely any foliage on them. The only way to see a full grown man pull the pud is to find one that likes tweenage girls, which is hella dangerous. Even if you send them sexy pictures back, that’s child-porn. Somehow, a couple of them figured out this, so you can flash teenage boys, and watch them whack off, if you want to.

I just had no idea that there was such a thing as teenage girls, that could drive, and instead of hooking up with teenage boys, they’d rather come out here to look at junior high boys. I guess it’s lucky for those boys, but that’s why he barely looked at me. He’s not gay, he just likes older girls, and I’m lucky he did. He could have grabbed me with his dick out, instead of tucking it back in, and letting me out of the stall when he caught me. He didn’t even chase me, and if I had finished running away, I never would have found this in a million years. So, I’m grateful I got so lucky, but what are the odds?

“Well, I guess the secret is you have to tease them a little, but not too much. If you just hold your shirt up without a bra on, then it’s over too soon to really get sexy, and enjoy it.”

“I have a bra on, I just unhooked it so I can pull it up with my top.” Oh, I didn’t see that part. “So, that’s why you always picked dare?”

“Whahuh? Oh, no. I just think the dares are more fun.” That, and some things are just private, okay? That’s why they’re called Private Parts?

“Well, that’s why the other girls tried to make you write fuck in the boy’s room.”

“So, I could meet shota-boy, and he could show me how to meet the bandit beaters?”

“What?”

“I don’t know, what do you call them? They look like bandits with their bandanas up over their noses.”

“Oh, ha! You’re right, I always thought of them as the A2B boys.”

“Why?”

“Because that’s what they drive all the way down here to see: A-to-B cups.”

“Oh, hahaha!” I got it. “Shut up!”

“Welcome to A-B honor roll!”

“Stop it, you’re killing me!”

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