Licker Store

My mom, and dad went to a house warming party, but they couldn’t get a sitter. So, they took me along, but they had a boy to play with.

He wanted to play Liquor Store, but first he walked me to the gas station to get change. He bought a cup of ice, then took me back to the doghouse, while the grownups partied inside. Then, he got 3 beers out of the back, and pulled them out of the paper holder. He poured the ice in a box, and stuck the beers down in it to make them cold.

Then, he went away, and came back. “I’ll have a bud-light.” I pulled the beer out, and gave it to him, so he gave me a dollar, and left. Tink! He threw the cap, so it hit a rock, and I crawled out to see him sitting back against the fence. Behind the doghouse, where the grownups can’t see him drinking under age.

“You want to try it?” He held the beer up, so I sniffed it. It smelled weird, but I took a sip anyway. Then, it foamed up, and ran out all over my hand, so I gave it back. “Let me show you,” he pulled his shirt out to wipe the bottle, and took a sip. “If you don’t slosh it, it won’t foam up again.”

He handed it back, and I tried it. Sure enough, it didn’t foam up again, so I wiped my sticky fingers off on my dress. He finished the first one, so I went back in the dog house, so he could come in, and buy another beer. “Bud light, right?”

“Of course.” He took it, “The queen of beers.” He pulled the last one out, and clinked bottles, then he went back to the fence behind the doghouse.

PCH! This time, the cap just landed in the dirt, without hitting a rock. So, I crawled out, and he said “Let me see that.” He had a little Swiss army knife on his keys, so he could pop the cap on the last beer, and hand it back to me. It even had a little cork screw on the back to open up wine bottles. I saw it when he folded up the bottle opener.

I drank it, careful not to slosh it so it foamed up, but I only made it halfway through before I had to hold my knees together. “Uh, can you show me where your restroom is? I have to pee.”

“No, don’t go in there, the adults will know you’ve been drinking.”

“I really have to go!”

“Beer does that to you, but let me help you,” he turned me around in the corner, and pulled my underwear down underneath my dress, but I was starting to feel a little fuzzy headed, and I really had to pee, so I didn’t think anything of it. I just squatted down in front of him, and let it trickle out in the corner.

“Oh!” I shook my head. “Wow.” I just put it back in the corner, to hold it still, until it stopped spinning. “It never felt so good to pee before!”

“Yeah, beer does that too, but now we have a problem.” He touched me.

“Oh!” I pushed his hand away with my dress, and held it between my legs. The skirt part of my dress, I mean. Not his hand.

“We don’t have anything to wipe you with. Don’t you know to wipe after you take a piss?”

“Of course, but don’t you have any toilet paper?”

“Not out here, and I’m drunk. So, I can’t go in there with my parents there until I sober up, but I have an idea. Come here.” He picked me up under his arms, and then he sat down. Pulled my skirt up over his head, and wiped me with his wet tongue.

“Ihihihn!” I giggled, and wiggled in his hands.

“That tickle?”

“No, but that’s the kind of thing gay girls do.”

“Do you know any gay girls?”

“No, I don’t think so. You know, maybe they are gay, only they don’t want you to know, so they warn you that a bull dagger might try to lick your privates, just to see if you want them to?”

“Yeah, faggots say the same thing, only about sucking dick, just to see if you want them to suck your dick. Huh.” He got up, and I held onto the fence, while he went back in the corner, and took a leak. I closed my eyes, and listened to the trickles hit the fence. Run down to the grass the mower didn’t get, so it could grow up big, and tall, getting watered extra like that.

“Tony?”

“Uh huh?”

“I feel hot.”

“Yeah, beer does that too, but maybe if you take off this dress,”

“Okay!” Just the excuse I was looking for, because when I said I was getting hot, I didn’t mean it was from the weather. I knew that, my aunts say Tequila makes their clothes come right off, when what they really mean is when they have too many Margaritas, they want to get up on the kitchen table, and dance around in there underwear. I didn’t believe it until I saw it for myself on the 4th of July.

How they can climb up there when there this dizzy, let alone dance around, but I guess they had each other to hold onto, and you know what? Maybe they’re lezzy, and they just hide it better when there sober? I never thought of that before.

“Uh?” I woke up, curled up in the corner, and I smelled the piss. “Ugh barf!” I threw up right away, and caught my breath. Crawling away so the smell didn’t make me puke again, but then I found my underwear.

“Uh?” I felt my crotch, and a little sticky stuff, before I saw it was pink, and slimy. With blood, “Ew, ugh! Huck!” I dry heaved a couple times, but I didn’t even feel sore at all. I spit, and wiped it off on my underwear. Careful to keep it on the outside, so I didn’t get pregnant, before I realized how dumb that was.

It was already too late, it came out of there, so obviously he left it there before he went back in the house. “Oh god. How could I be so stupid?” I was drunk, of course. He got me drunk, and what little I remember from playing liquor store in the doghouse, I can’t believe I made it so easy for him.

“Huh!” I started crying, and putting my dress back on, to wipe my knees off, and make the walk of shame back to the house.

“Mom,” I tugged on her cocktail dress.

“Not right now, honey, can’t you see I’m.”

“No, mom! It’s important!” I held my hand up to whisper. “I have to tell you something important, in the other room.” As hard as it was to admit now, I better get her to take me to the clinic for the morning after pill. Tomorrow, after I sober up before I get pregnant.

“He raped you?”

“No, I don’t know. Honestly, it’s all so fuzzy, I can’t really remember.” Yeah, beer does that to you, too. I don’t even remember finishing my first whole beer.

“Well, it doesn’t matter, you’re only 9, so it’s illegal anyway.”

“Huh, yeah. I guess you’re right. He probably belongs in Juvie with the other bad boys, where he’ll get some help for his drinking. What?” She gave me this look, I never seen before, so I had no idea what it means.

“Don’t make excuses for him.”

“I’m not! I just said he’s already got a drinking problem!”

“No, it’s not that. Honestly, the drinking age is ludicrous. When I was 18, it was legal to drink, then they raised it to 21 for no reason whatsoever.”

“Then what are you talking about?”

“Huh, I don’t know. Honestly, I was hoping I could put this off for a few more years at least,” She hugged me in the car. “But I suppose you are growing up.”

“Does that mean I can drink wine now?” I decided I don’t really like beer at all.

“No, of course not.”

“Well, what about sex?” I passed out the first time, so I missed everything.

“Huh, I don’t know. You’re still a little too young to worry about it.”

“Mom, I just lost my virginity last night, at the party, remember?”

“I suppose you’re right. Well, the morning after pill should last you another month. So, I can make an appointment, and get you on birth control.”

I hugged her. “Thanks mom.”

“Don’t tell your father, though.” Next time, I’ll make sure I’m sober, so at least I’ll know what it feels like to have a boy inside me.

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