Cliff’s Side

I was so fertile, all I could do was cross my legs and try not to think about anything too dirty through Church.

Finally, we got let out, and I asked dad if I could borrow the truck?

“What for?”

“Some friends of mine have to move, before school starts tomorrow. They’re taking Summer Classes to get ahead on next year. So, the pickup might help them get done?”

“What friends are these?”

“Sera, and Meghan?”

Mom asked “What ever happened to those 2?”

“Uhm, they found another church to go to. Closer to the community College.”

Not my closet, but as good an excuse as any. As soon as we got home, dad unhooked the keys from the other keychain, and told me “Get some gas money from the girls.” He winked, while mom helped the baby walk up the stairs. With both hands, still walking like a monkey. “Try not to get lured in by their lifestyle.”

“Okay, dad. I’m just helping them move.” Okay, they’re partners, and they didn’t hide it very well, but he knows. Maybe mom is still oblivious, but I needed the truck for the 4×4.

It rained last night, which made it perfect for mud bogging, and any other weekend, I’d probably be out looking for some place to get stuck, and winch my way out of. I think he suspects I’m homo too, when nothing could be farther from the truth.

Yeah, I was a bit of a tomboy, because I liked boys, and I found out early on that they don’t like to talk about “Girl stuff.” So, I learned a lot of “Boy stuff” from the few boys that weren’t too sexist to hang out with a girl.

I’m not one of the boys, I don’t want a sex change, I wouldn’t know what to do with a homosexual girl, and the only 2 I knew were living happily together, so that’s not a problem. I like driving, especially out here on the back roads, dirt roads, and gullies. Because that’s where my dad used to take me, until I got my official learner permit.

Now, the bicycle boys were out, with shovels and stuff, because their trails were messed up by the rain. I think there’s 2 gangs, kinda. Not really “Biker” gangs, but there’s a little rivalry between the Mountain bikers, and the BMX boys.

The BMX jumps are down at the bottom of the mountain bike trail. It’s not a mountain, we’ve got nothing but hills, but the gully washes out whenever it rains like this, and they all get together. Set aside their petty shit to fix the damage.

“Huh!” I pulled up on the road around the valley. Scooted over so I could put my feet up on the dashboard without the steering wheel in the way, and dried my drooling crack with my underwear, before I pulled them out, and slipped a hand in there.

Biting the nails off my right hand, just the 2 in the middle I had cut short, and polished back, but I wore fake nails to cover them. “Yeah, huh.”

The boys got hot, of course. It was hot, and muggy enough for the rain that even the ones that hadn’t taken their shirts off yet were sweaty. “Take it all off.”

Another boy stopped, and threw down the shovel. Pissed, but he crossed his arms, and pulled it up. “Uhn!”

Skaters, bicyclists, runners, and there’s even some free runners downtown until the bike cops chase them off on their mountain bikes. Rippling abs, and tight flexy Vs stretched tight between his hips. Pointing down the waist band of his shorts, and the wings of his back spread out, until he pulled his head out, and mopped his body off with his shirt.

Too bad, he just threw it aside, and picked up his shovel. To help throw more mud on the ramp, while the others smoothed it on with flat shovels.

crrRRK!

“Uh!” I sat up, and covered the open neck of my dress. Unbuttoned, with my bra unhooked, when a couple guys rolled up on mountain bikes. “Sorry, let me just.” Scoot over behind the wheel. “Get out of the way.”

One put his hand in the window, and pushed his helmet up. Took his shiny rainbow sun glasses off, and grinned. Looked down at the damp underwear I’d left in front of the seat when I kicked them off.

“Oh, no. You don’t have to go.”

“You like bike riders.” I turned back, when his friend snuck around to the driver side. His bike leaned up against the dirt and rocks that washed down the hill.

“Yeah, you uh. You ride mountain bikes?” I could have guessed just from their helmets, honestly.

“It’s okay, we like you too.” He reached in, and touched my collar, but he just pulled it back enough to show a little breast. I was holding my bra cups up, since I didn’t have a chance to hook it up in back.

“Yeah, you’re that church girl. You look hot in those church clothes.”

“Huh, you mean hot, and sexy, or hot, and sweaty?” I was starting to relax. Of course, I always wanted them, or one of them to come up, and talk to me, but 2 of them at once? Of course, they often rode in pairs, I’d guess because if you messed up, and wrecked, the other one could at least help you hike out with a busted leg?

“Both.”

“Yeah, don’t be shy.” The one on my side let go of my collar, and felt down to the next button, I hadn’t unbuttoned yet. “Let me help you out.”

“You got the rubbers?”

“No, I don’t. I’m not old enough to buy them, and my family doesn’t believe in birth control.”

“Just one,” The one on the other side, by the cliff. So, I’ll call him Cliff held it up.

“Oh, you’re talking to him.” I let go of my bra cups, and touched his hand.

“It’s okay,” he went back for the next button again.

“Oh no. I can get that.” I took it, and put it down my shirt.

“Huh! Dude, she is hot!”

“Let me get out of this dress, but you know. There’s lot of stuff I can do, without a condom.”

“Like what?”

“Like giving head?” I bet, “How about it?” I got the next button, and held my hand up. Stuck my tongue in my cheek, and mimed it.

Clunk! His friend pulled the door lock on his side, then opened up the door.

“Yeah, all right.” He looked away, and made a face, but I just held his hand on my breast, and looked back.

“Oh!” His friend already had his rubber on. “You’re so hard.” He took his shirt off, too. Right out in the open, when he could slip and fall down the hill.

So, I slipped my legs out around the gear shift, and transfer case, so I could put my legs up, and scoot my bare butt out on the seat. Off my dress, it was open enough for me to pull it up, and hang onto the back of the bench seat. Throw it on the dash, but it slid off to land on my undies.

Cliff got in, and his shorts were down. He touched me.

“She wet?”

“Uhn!” My head fell back, as soon as his finger slipped in.

“Yeah real wet.” He wiggled it around, and even twisted it.

“Ihn!”

“You’re not a virgin?”

“Huh!” I just let my elbow slip off the seat, but Dude got up behind the wheel, and pushed his dick down in my face. I couldn’t tell him that I’d never had anything but my fingers, and tampons in there, but I broke that years ago.

He touched my lips, so I could kiss it, turn my head, and lick it. Try to pull it in with my tongue, but he moved around, to sit on the wheel, and bumped the horn with his butt.

Then, Cliff got on top of me, inside me, and everything went away, except for dude’s hairy crotch in my face. I just sucked it, while he did something. I couldn’t see but he managed to pump an inch or 2 in and out, while I rubbed the side with my tongue.

“Uhfuck!” I looked up, and his rippled tummy twitched, but he couldn’t catch his breath before it fluttered back out. “HhuhH!”

“Ag!” I should have known, but when the first spurt hit the back of my throat, I gagged, and turned away.

“Huh, fuck yeah. Uh!” He grabbed one tit, and scooted over, to finish it by hand. Most of it hit my chest, he overshot, and hit the back of the seat, then finally, he wiped the back of his hand off on my shoulder.

Cliff stopped, and pulled out. So he didn’t get hit with the ejaculation, but then Dude pulled up his pants, and I heard voices. Feet, a lot of them, and boy’s voices laughing.

“Oh shit.” Cliff pulled his shorts up, and shut the door.

I sat up, naked except my shoes and socks.

A lot of boys, I looked down at the gully, but they all dropped their tools, and the ones that weren’t already up here, heading this way were climbing up the trails to the road.

I grabbed the keys, and twisted, looking down to check the gear, and stalled. Kicked the clutch, and yanked it back in first. I took off, holding down the horn, so they’d scatter like spectators at a Rally race.

I almost got to the road. The paved one before I pulled over. Still naked, and most of the sperm from my first sex had run down to my legs. “Uh!” I pulled it out of my pubic hairs, hoping it hadn’t gone far enough to get inside, and wondering. Is that why we still have pubic hair?

I don’t know, but before the boys grabbed their bikes, and caught up to me. I had to pull my dress back on, and button it up enough to drive back home. If not decent, I mean.

Forgive me Lord for that? I know I had dirty thought like that, and even worse, but I never thought that it could really happen to me, and it could have gone a lot worse.

If they hadn’t gotten out of the way, I might have killed them and I could just imagine one falling down the hill to die. Just one would have been his blood on my hands, but thank God nothing like that happened.

After how shamefully I acted. “Please forgive me.

Amen.”

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