Pam and the Drill Part 1

Debbie turned off the television. "This is boring. Come on, let's go to my room."

Pam grabbed her math book and followed Debbie down the hall to her room. Debbie shut the door and fell on the bed, bouncing. Pam instantly noticed a phone on the night stand by the bed, and her mouth fell open.

"Oh my God, you've got your own phone. Is it real?" Pam said.

Debbie's face looked incredulous. "Of course it's real. What do you think?"

Pam sat on the bed with one leg tucked under and one foot still on the floor.

"Can you call anyone anytime you want?"

"Yeah. Except when my Dad says it's too late. And I can't call when someone else is on the phone."

"Oh," Pam said, a little disappointed. It wasn't as exciting as if Debbie had her own phone all to herself.

"So, what do you wanna do?"

Pam held up her math book. "My homework?"

For a moment, Debbie looked horrified, but she smiled.

"Sure. Show me what you got." She scooted across the bed next to Pam.

"Well, it's the first lesson," Pam said, and opened the book.

"Oh, sure, that's easy. I can do this shit in my sleep."

Debbie took the book from Pam's hands and set it in her own lap. She stared at the page for a long time without speaking. She turned a couple of pages, then turned them back.

"Yeah, I remember this stuff. God, I hate math."

Pam watched her, gnawing the end of her pen. She desperately hoped Debbie could help her get this done. She hated to think what Mr. Smith would think of her if she couldn't get the first homework assignment done.

Debbie sighed and handed the book back.

"I can't concentrate on that right now. I got too much on my mind. Sorry."

Debbie climbed off the bed and went to her dresser. Pam stared at her back, her mouth open. Was she serious? She looked down at the page, open to the first lesson. The math problems looked like a foreign language.

She turned the notebook to a fresh page and wrote "1." on the top line. The instructions didn't help. She read them for the third time. Mr. Smith explained how to do them, but only briefly, and she didn't understand what he meant and she couldn't remember, anyway. She wished she stayed and asked for help.

"I think I'll call Dale," Debbie said. She bounced back on the bed, sat on the edge, picked up the phone and dialed. Holding the phone to her ear, she looked at Pam and smiled.

Pam tried to smile back, but couldn't. She turned her face down to the math book so she wouldn't have to look at Debbie. Or was it so Debbie wouldn't see her face? She couldn't figure out what she was feeling. The words and the pages seemed to turn red.

"Hey, Dale. What's up?" Debbie said into the phone. She lay back against her pillows and twirled the phone cord in her fingers. "Huh? Not much. Just hanging out, you know. Like, what are you doing? What? No way." She put her hand over the mouthpiece and leaned toward Pam, lowering her voice. "He says he and Wes are drinking from his parent's liquor cabinet."

She giggled. Pam smirked and looked back at the math book. None of it made any sense, and she couldn't concentrate with Debbie talking on the phone. She tried to shut it out. She had to concentrate, try to figure out how to solve the first problem. She scribbled the numbers on the page in the notebook until she thought she had the answer, then started on the next problem. Only nine more to go.

Debbie said something and Pam stopped in the middle of writing the problem to listen. She couldn't be sure she heard it right.

"What? She put it in her mouth? Did she suck it? Oh my God," Debbie said and laughed.

Pam looked at her out of the corner of her eye. Debbie was on her back, looking up at the ceiling. What were they talking about?

"You did what? On her face and everything? No way," Debbie said, and laughed out loud. She noticed Pam looking at her and covered the mouthpiece. "Dale says he was getting a blowjob from some girl from Medford and he came on her face. Ain't that so crazy?" She took her hand away and spoke into the phone. "What? No, I was talking to my friend, Pam. She's sitting on my bed. No, dummy, she has her clothes on."

Pam set her pencil down. She couldn't concentrate, especially with the image in her mind of Debbie's friend shooting his stuff on the face of some girl from Medford.

Debbie sat back against the pillows and looked directly at Pam.

"Well, she's got blonde hair, she's real pretty ..." She looked at Pam's chest. "Yeah, they're nice, about as big as mine."

Pam blushed. Her arm covered her chest. Debbie giggled into the phone, then suddenly looked shocked.

"What? Is she a virgin? How the hell should I know, dummy?" Debbie said. She made a wide-eyed face at Pam.

Pam slapped at Debbie's leg, but she jerked it away, laughing.

"Ok, hold on." Debbie held out the phone. "He wants to talk to you."

Pam recoiled away. "Me? No way. No way."

"Yes, talk to him," Debbie said, and insistently thrust the phone at her.

Pam swallowed hard. She took the phone and held it up to her ear.

"Hello?" she said in a timid voice.

"Hey, are you Pam?" a boy's voice said.

"Yeah?"

"I'm Dale. How old are you?"

"Eighteen," Pam said.

Debbie climbed off the bed and went over to her dresser. She kicked off her shoes and unfastened her jeans.

"That's cool. I'm eighteen too, you know?" Dale said.

"Really?" Pam watched Debbie out of the corner of her eye. She wiggled out of her tight jeans, pushed them to the floor and stepped out. She wore black, lacy panties that had thin straps on the sides. Pam wished she had a pair of panties like those. All she had were plain, white cotton panties. She wished her body was more like Debbie's.

"So, look Pam, like are you hot, or what?" Dale said.

"What?"

"I said, are you a fox?"

Pam giggled. "I don't know. What's a fox?"

Debbie put on a pair of shorts and turned around. "Tell him you're a fox," she said.

Pam covered the mouthpiece. "Why?" she said in a loud whisper.

"If you're a virgin, I bet you must be pretty hot," Dale said before Debbie could answer.

Pam's mouth opened wide. "You think so?"

"Definitely. You like to kiss guys?"

"I guess so," Pam said. Her face became serious. "Why?"

"'Cause I'd like to give you a kiss," Dale said.

Pam giggled and covered her mouth. "You would?"

"Sure. Don't you wanna kiss me?"

Pam couldn't answer. Suddenly, she was warm all over and her breathing was heavy.

"I can hear you breathing," Dale said. "Look, why don't you and Debbie come over? I'll let you suck on my dick, and I'll cum on your face, too."

Pam gasped. The words buzzed in her ears. She slammed the phone down and looked into Debbie's surprised eyes.

"Why'd you do that?" Debbie said.

Pam shrugged. She was trembling.

"I don't know. I didn't like what he was saying."

Debbie looked from her to the phone and back again.

"What'd he say?"

Pam shrugged again. Her pulse raced.

"He said he wanted me to ... He wanted to come on my face."

Debbie stared at her for a second, then laughed. "So you hung up on him?"

"Yeah, he was rude."

Debbie laughed again. "What's wrong with giving Dale a blowjob? Don't you want him to cum on your face? I know he's not the best looking guy, but ..."

"I didn't think it would be right," Pam said, but looking at Debbie's face, she wasn't so sure. If Dale asked her to suck his dick, why shouldn't she? So what if he wanted to come on her face? She'd like that, too, wouldn't she?

Debbie shrugged it off. "No biggie. He'll call back. We can suck his cock some other time."

Pam swallowed and squeezed her legs together. She wanted him to call back right that moment. If he asked again, she would suck his cock.

Debbie picked up a bottle of red nail polish and shook it. "Hold out your hand," she said, and twisted the cap off.

Pam looked at her math book, open on the bed beside her, and held out her hand. Debbie pulled her closer and rested Pam's hand on her bare knee. She touched the brush to the nail on her pinky finger, painted it quickly, and moved on to the next. The tip of her tongue stuck out of the corner of her mouth.

"That's a nice color," Pam said. The deep red polish sparkled. "I bet my brother would like it."