The Outsider and the Rebellous Gir.

One day my luck ran out. Kevin left his seat in the back and sat down next to me. “Ah, we meet again., he said.” I wanted to get even with you for that elbow you hit me with but I’m over it now. I just want to be friends with you. Good friends.” I ignored him. After a few minutes he said, “I’ve been trying to guess what color panties you have on today? Are they blue again? Pink? White? I give up. Tell me.”

I looked out the window, ignoring him. He put his hand on my bare thigh. I forcefully pushed it away. “I see you’ve switched to shorts. Does that mean I won’t see your panties today? You could unzip your shorts and give me a peek. What do you say? Just a little peek? Please?”

I continued to look out the window.” Go away weirdo,”I said. “ 

“Oh, that’s not nice. Calling people names. Just to prove I’m not mad because you won’t let me see your panties , I’ll show you something special.. “ He unzipped his pants. “Here, take a look. How do you like this baby?”

I could hear the girls in the seat across the aisle gasp and giggle. I continued staring out the window. “Come on.” Kevin pleaded. “You’re going to like what you see. It’s one huge surprise. Wouldn’t you like to play with this toy I brought for you?” When I didn’t react he reached for my hand and pulled it toward him. I pulled it back before he could place it where he intended Then with all my strength,with my hips, my shoulders, my arms, I pushed him and he went tumbling to the floor. Everyone turned to see what had happened and they saw Kevin lying on the floor , stretched out, exposed. They all started shouting and laughing and girls making comments about what they were looking at. Kevin was obviously humiliated .He zipped up his pants and went back to sit with his friends. The bus driver had observed enough and reported Kevin to her superiors. Kevin was banned from riding the bus for the rest of the school year.

Summer vacation began in a heat wave. Most every morning I rode my bike to the city park and then on to my favorite place, my private get-a- way spot. The park was located next to a lake with a public beech But most people went to the park swimming pool to swim or sun bathe.

.I had found an isolated spot, a small inlet of the lake that was protected by a small peninsula and hidden by trees and brush from the rest of the lake.No one knew it was there, or if they did, they didn’t bother with it. To get there, I had to leave my bike on the side of a path and walk about a quarter mile through trees and brush to get to the open area where the inlet was located. There was a small sand beech next to the water and plenty of open space to let the sun shine through. When I got there I would look around to be sure no one had discovered my special place. Then I would strip and jump into the water. I swam for maybe ten minutes and then lay on the beech to sun bathe and dry off or just daydream. I did this about every clear hot sunny morning and it was so refreshing. It made me feel good the rest of the day. Swimming nude gave me a feel of freedom, unrestrained liberty, free from the constraints of conventional morality.

One day after dressing I got on my bike and rode back toward the park. As I rode along the path, I spotted someone sitting under a tree reading. As I got closer I saw that it was Cliff. I put down my bike and walked toward him. “Hi, I said, “how are you? 

He looked up, startled. Oh, Hi! “ He said. “What a surprise. Never thought I’d see you again”

“Guess I’m like the bad penny. What are you reading? 

“Poems by Sara Teasdale. Ever read any of her poems?”

“Really, Cliff. I never even heard of her. What kind of poems. 

“Real simple stuff. Nothing too deep. But her simplicity can be moving>”

“Oh? Give me an example.”

“Here’s my favorite. It’s called Barter. See how you like it.
Life has loveliness to sell,
All beautiful and wonderful things”
Those lines remind me of you. Only you don’t sell loveliness. You give it away 

I blushed. Then he continued to read. A bit later he stopped. Here’s the best part. 
And for just one breath of ecstasy
Give all you have been or could be.

“ That’s beautiful, “I said. “So moving”

“Yeah,” he said, “I’m still waiting for that breath of ecstasy”

I reached out for his hand. He was so lonely- so sad. “It’ll come. Just give life time.”

We sat and talked for an hour or two. I told him all about my confrontation with Mrs. Powers and getting expelled. “ You’re my hero,” he said. “Always coming to my rescue.” Then he said, “There’s something that’s bothered me ever since that fight with Kevin.”

“I think I know what it is, but ask me.”

He blushed. “ I have no right to ask . It’s none of my business and…”

“Ask,” I said. “I want you to ask.”

“Ok, he said. “But don’t get upset with me for asking”

“Far from being upset, I’ll be relieved to be able to explain.”

“Well, when you came to my defense during that fight, Kevin said that he liked …liked”

I could see Cliff was having trouble getting it out.” Playing with my tits. Is that it?”

“Yes, “ he said. “ How could you let that animal do that? “

I paused a minute before answering. “ When you go toward the girl’s locker to the gym there’s no one around after the girl’s go in. It’s pretty isolated . Some guys hang around in the stair well waiting for girls late to gym. Then they grab them and push them against the wall. No one’s around to stop them and they know it. 

That’s what happened to me. My girl friend, Sally Moore, and I were late one day and Kevin and Jim Daly grabbed us. We were pushed against the wall and Kevin’s hands were all over my tits. He lifted up my blouse and unhooked my bra so he could get to my bare tits. I tried to fight him off , pushed him, hit him but he is too strong. When I continued to resist, he slapped me across the face.” Keep fighting back and you’ll get more than that,’ he had said. I knew he would punch me if I continued to resist so I just relaxed and let him do what he wanted . I looked over at Sally. She was getting the same treatment only she wasn’t resisting. In fact she was smiling.”

When he got tired of playing with my tits, he undid my shorts and they dropped to my feet.”White silky panties,” he had said.”I love them.” He slipped his hand down the front of my panties and I could feel his fingers probing , trying to find a hole to stick them in. I held my legs close together and he yanked my panties down.”Now spread your legs, you little bitch or I’ll really slap you again.. I spread my legs and his fingers were back in action but then we heard someone coming down the stairs. The two boys ran down the hall before they could be seen. Mr. Cummings turned the corner, and saw me standing with my panties down and my tits sticking out and Mary Jane with her panties down around her ankles with no bra on.

Mr. Cummings who must be in his 70’s seemed embarrassed and after looking us over, turned away. As we dressed, Mr. Cummings wanted to know what was going on. We told him and he took us up to the office. We explained what had happened to Mrs. Rattan , the Vice Principal. She turned to Mr. Cummings and asked if he had seen the boys. When he said he hadn’t she said, “That’s strange. The boys you accuse are no where in sight and there you two are just standing in the hall practically totally naked. Maybe you were just waiting for some boys to come down the stairs and give you a thrill.”

We both protested but she said, ’That’s enough. I’ll talk to the boys but it seems to be your word against theirs. Both those boys come from outstanding families and are very unlikely to do what you describe without some provocation.”

That was it. We never heard another word about it ..I know other girls were being treated just as we were by the same boys or others but after awhile the girls stopped reporting the abuse when nothing was done. Mrs. Rattan promised she would post monitors in that hall but she never did. It doesn’t help that some girls like that male attention and went there on purpose because it feels good to have your tits squeezed and a guy make a big fuss over you. I asked one girl about it and she said, “What’s the difference. It feels good, the guy enjoys it and no body gets hurt.”

When I finished telling my story , I said, to Cliff,” Sorry to be so graphic but I wanted you to know it wasn’t what you thought it was. There wasn’t much I could do about it.” 

Cliff said “I’m sorry I ever had doubts about you . That Kevin. What an animal he is”

You don’t know the half of it, I thought, but decided not to tell him about the incidents on the school bus.
“Not to change the subject but where did you come from?”

He paused a moment, looked around and said, ”Oh, here and there. No place special. Just around.”

“That’s no answer.” It was obvious he wasn’t going to tell. “Hey,’ I said. “I‘ve got an idea. Come with me.” I took his hand. 

“Where are we going ? “he asked.

“You’ll see. “ We picked up my bike and he wheeled it while walking beside me.

We chatted as we walked. “Did you like what you saw back there?” I asked. I had been sitting on the ground facing him with my mini skirt slightly pulled up around my thighs and with my legs immodestly spread a bit

“What I saw. What do you mean?”

“You know what I mean. I was watching your eyes while we were sitting there. They seemed to glance down a little when you thought I wasn’t looking.” His face turned scarlet. He didn’t know what to say. I laughed ”I do hope you approve of my panties.” 

“I’m sorry, Kathy. Guess you caught me. But since you asked, I just love those scanty white panties with the flowers all over them. But I’d much rather see what’s under them,” he smiled.

“Aren’t you the bold one. You’re a very naughty boy. Of course, you didn’t see me get up and change my position, did you? So maybe that makes me a naughty girl.” He laughed. I love the way he chuckles. 

We walked on a bit.” Not to change the subject but you’re a pretty muscular guy. How old are you?

“Fifteen,” 

“Fifteen! How come they put you in eleventh grade? “

“They asked me where I had gone to school before. They said they wanted to get my records. I told them I had been home schooled so there are no records. When they asked how old I was I told them seventeen. I wanted to get out of school as soon as possible. I figured there would be only one year I’d have to endure in school before I could graduate. I want a diploma because you can’t go anywhere if you don’t at least finish high school. So, I figure I’ll just suck it up for a year and then make up my mind what I want to do.” Then he paused and looked at me. ”You won’t tell on me will you?”

“Well, that depends, “I said with a smirk. “Depends on whether you do what ever I tell you to do. Otherwise, you’re history. “ We had reached my house.

“ For your silence I will be your slave forever,” he laughed and hit my fanny with his hand. “Now mistress. Tell me where we are going.?

“In here. This is where I live.”

“My God, this is a mansion. You’re family most be ultra-rich.”

“Its nothing special. It’s pretty much like all the other mega mansions in Ralston.” 

“So you brought me here to show off? To show me why I shouldn’t even be talking to you”

“Cliff, you’re way too sensitive. You should know by now I’m not the kind of person who would do that.”

“Then why are we here?

“Well, we’re still doing spring cleaning and have a lot of clothes we are getting rid of.” I lied “ Some are my older brothers. He’s about your size. He’ll never wear them again. They’re not fashionable enough for a college boy so out they go. Want to take a look at them?”

“No, I better not. I’m sure your parents wouldn’t approve.”

“Who cares? Besides they don’t have to know. My dad’s at work and Mom’s off to the club to play cards or golf, or whatever else she does there. Come on,slave.” I took his hand and led him to the door.”

His mouth was agape. “ Wow! This isn’t a house. It’s something out of a Hollywood set.”

“ Nothing special. “ I replied. “Besides, a house is not always a home”

“I’ll chew on that awhile,” he said.

“Come on ,” I said. I took his hand again and led him toward the stairs.. As we walked through the living area to the stairs he looked around, amazed at the size of the rooms, the décor and the furniture. “Wow,”he kept saying. “Wow”

In the bedroom I told him to take off his clothes and put on the robe I handed him “I’ll go find some clothes for you to try on.”

I went to my brother’s closet and found a clean pair of blue jeans and a T shirt. In a drawer I found some jockey shorts and socks. I took them into the bathroom and hung them on hooks. Then I went back to my bedroom. I found Cliff sitting on the bed wearing the robe. “You go in and take a shower while I pack up some clothes for you to take home. After your shower you can shave. Put the robe back on and I will come in and trim your hair. The razor is in the medicine cabinet. I went back in my bedroom and picked up Cliff’s old tattered clothes. They were so tattered I decided they deserved to be thrown out.

I went back to my brother’s room and I searched through his drawers and closet for clothes I thought would fit Cliff. I stuffed my findings in a huge garbage bag – a couple sport jackets, dress pants and shirts, a few ties and shoes . When I finished I had two garbage bags stuffed full of a variety of clothes. Most were top quality, the only kind my family would buy. Then I picked up a pair of scissors . The shower had stopped so I called out, “How are you doing?”

Cliff opened the door. He was wearing the bathrobe over his naked body “I’m having trouble shaving. My facial hair is too long for a razor. I have to cut it with scissors first. “

“Here, I’ll cut it, “I said. “Sit down on the toilet.” He pulled the robe tight around his middle as he sat down. I snipped away, cutting as close to the skin as possible. When I had finished I rubbed my hands over his face, checking for any long hairs that I might have missed. That was a mistake. When he stood, it was obvious he had become aroused . He turned away from me to try to hide the bulge in the bathrobe and as he turned, his penis brushed lightly against my arm. He blushed.

I didn’t react, pretended it never happened. “Now you can shave with the razor. I’ll come back when you’re finished and cut your hair.” 

As I was leaving he said, “Kathy, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean anything, I just can’t control what … what happens sometimes.”

I smiled at him “I know. That happens with women too but men can’t tell. It’s not so obvious.” He didn’t know that at that moment I was trying to suppress the same uncontrollable bodily reactions that he was experiencing. As I was closing the door, I stopped and turned. “ There’s a pair of jockey shorts with the clothes I left you. Maybe you should put them on under the robe before I come back.”

When I returned I brought two ribbons with me. I had him sit down again and I bunched the strands of hair before tying the ribbons, first one at the bottom of his hanging hair strands then the other near his neck. Then I started to cut. When I finished, he looked like a new man, clean-shaven with hair just below the earlobes. “Oh,my. You look so handsome. Just gorgeous.” And he did. The wild hair and facial hair had so distracted from the beauty of his classic face that no one could see what was under all that messy disguise. “You get dressed and I’ll try to figure out what to do with this bundle of hair Shortly he came out of the bathroom. I gave him the two bags of clothes and he left, taking the clothes to where ever he lived.

A couple days later I took my bike and went to my hidden spot. As usual, I undressed behind a group of bushes, ready to dive in Then I saw someone in the water, my water, my place. I was indignant that someone else had found my spot when they had the whole town lake to swim in. I moved closer , still hiding behind the foliage until I got quite close. “My God, “I said to my self. “it’s Cliff. How did he ever find my spot and what’s he doing here anyway. “ Then I saw what he was doing. He was standing knee deep in the water rubbing a bar of soap over his body, his chest, his stomach, his genitals. I saw his penis hanging down like a dried up sausage. I quietly giggled So this is where he cleans himself. I watched him for a time and was about to leave when he ducked into the water to get the soap off and when he reappeared, his back was facing me. I gasped. His back was covered with welts. “Jeez.” Some one had beaten him with a belt or stick or something and dried blood still clung to his skin. “Oh, God. What’s going on in his life. Where does he live. Whom does he live with. What could he have done to deserve this?” Tears formed in my eyes and I had to struggle to keep from sobbing . I had to get out of there, away before he discovered I was there, watching him. I went back to where I had left my clothes, put them on and raced back to my bike, crying all the way. Now I understood why his eyes always had an endearing sadness in them.

Several days later I went to my spot again and on my way I again saw Cliff sitting under a tree reading. Now I had a hint of his secret life and my voice was soft, tender as I said, Hi, Cliff. What are you reading today.” 

“Plays written by the Greeks, Sophocles, Euripides, you know, guys like that. Some of their plays are great, as good as anything written today.”

“I guess I have a lot to learn. I’ve never read any of them. If stuff isn’t assigned in school nobody reads anything. “ I wanted to find out about his back, about who had beaten him and why but I couldn’t ask him directly or he would know I had seen him bathing in “my spot”, seen him nude and I didn’t want to offend him. “Not to change the subject but where do you live? 

“Around. Not in a mansion like you do, that’s for sure. “

“With your mother and father?”

He waited awhile before answering. “Well, kind a”

“Kind a. What does that mean?”

“It means more or less. Can we change the subject now?”

“Ok, What do you do all day?”

“I work part time, afternoons, at a construction site. Legally I’m not old enough to work more than a certain number of hours a week. Then sometimes I go over there to the basketball court and practice hoop shots. When guys come to play a game, I leave.”

“Don’t you ever play with them?”

“ Come on. You know why I don’t play with them. I’m not their kind. They don’t even want to be seen with me. Come to think of it, why are you sitting here? Aren’t you afraid you’ll be seen with me by those in your privileged class and be stigmatized. Shunned by your kind?” he said sarcastically.

“Cliff, you should know by now I don’t share their values, their arrogant self-righteousness, their intolerance. And I don’t care what they think of me. Now that you bring it up I don’t think much of them either.”

“You hang out with them, don’t you? Go to socials at the Country Club, go to parties at their houses.”

“Yeah, I do. But not because I want to. My parents make me, want me to associate with the sons and daughters of the rich and powerful. Do you know what happened when the neighbors –the community found out about my defense of you at the fight and my suspension after my confrontation with Mrs. Powers over your paper? I’ll tell you. Just about every mother in our tight little community called my mother to express their befuddlement over my conduct and offer their sympathy for her having such a delinquent daughter. Never mind what their delinquent daughters were doing. No one called mothers about them because what ever goes on with their own kind in this closed community is tolerated . Just girls being girls.”

“What does that mean? What’s going on?”

“You don’t really want to know.”

“Yeah, I do. I can’t imagine any of those stuck-up girls ever doing anything indelicate, not entirely proper.

“Oh, they’re well trained to wear their proper public faces, to say and do all the accepted things and never squeal on their own, but when they’re behind the curtain with their community friends, there are no holds barred.

“I can’t believe what you’re saying,” Cliff said. “They can’t all be just putting on a public act.”

“Ok. I don’t want to disillusion or shock you so I’ll just tell you about the most recent party I was made to attend. I say made to attend because when you get an invitation to one of these community parties you better go or it’s considered an insult to the family that invites you so if you don’t go you better have a good excuse You don’t show and your parents will hear about it Then you will hear about it from your friends and your parents. No one wants to be ostracized so you comply. 

Transportation can be a problem so those without a driving license are usually brought by parents or a boyfriend. Getting home can be a problem. The last option is calling your parents who are usually out partying themselves So you’re pretty much on your own to get home. Usually you have to depend on some arrogant shit who has a car. And they always think a ride is good for a lay so you either walk home, try to fight the bastard off or get laid. Usually getting laid is the easiest choice. Better than getting battered or gang banged. And what ever happens in the community stays in the community so legal options are practically non-existent 

Last time it was George W. Taylor the Third. He was a senior last year and his parents are great friends with my parents. So when he called and offered to pick me up, my parents accepted for me . They were going to a cocktail party at the Taylor’s and this would mean they wouldn’t have to be late. They told me what a fine, respectable boy George W’ the Third was and they were happy I was going with him. I was not enthralled.

He picked me up in his flashy red Mercedes convertible- a graduation present. He wore black pants and a white shirt, open to the belly button to show off his sexy chest. The party was in the back yard of the Wilson’s mansion. The parents were going to the Taylor’s party too, so they would not be home for their daughter’s get-together. 

The band that had been hired was playing when we got there and most of the guests were rocking to the music. All kinds of drinks were available at a long table near the swimming pool. I asked for a glass of wine and George W. Taylor the Third had a Jack Daniels We hung around with some other kids from school and chatted about nothing while they puffed on their marijuana joints and drank shots of whatever. Most of the guys dressed like George W. Taylor the Third, exposing their hairy chests to impress the girls. The girls were into impressing with their chests too. None wore a bra. Some had on too tight T shirts that graphically outlined their breasts and nipples. Others wore skimpy loose tops that exposed everything when they bent over. They all wore short skirts that showed their panties when they spun around while dancing or when the bent over or carelessly sat on a stool. 

As the party wore on and the people got higher on the pot and drunker on the liquor they lost all inhibitions. Some were off, throwing up or peeing in the bushes. Nobody seemed to be using the porto potties that had been rented for the occasion 

After a couple hours when just about every one was drunk or high on pot, a friend of mine, Gloria Butterfield, got up on top of one of the tables and while holding a drink began to dance. Everyone that wasn’t passed out gathered around the table and encouraged her on. “Swing it, baby. Juice it up, kid.” Gloria really got into it. She threw her glass down and as she danced she began to unbutton her shirt. The crowd began the chant,”Take it off, baby, take it off. “ She teased as she slowly undid each button. When she finally took off her shirt a cheer went up as she stood there topless.”

Cliff listened fascinated , speechless. Finally he said,” Your friends are shameless. So what happened next?”

“Gloria kept dancing, her boobs bouncing around as she kept time to the beat of the music. Then she unbuttoned her skirt and let it fall to the floor. More cheers. As she stood there in just her panties, she reached down and grabbed the hand of Mike Stanton and pulled him up next to her. She took his hand and put it on her tit, moving it around as she groaned. 

As the two moved to the beat of the music she took off Mike’s shirt and tossed it into the crowd. Then she undid his belt, unzipped his trousers and let them fall to his feet. Mike stepped out of them and kicked them into the crowd.

Now they were both naked except for their underwear. “Off, off, Take it off.” 

Gloria teased the crowd, pulling her panties down to her pubic hair and then pulling them back up . “More shouts.” Finally she let them drop to her feet and she kicked them into the crowd. Then she turned to Mike. “How about you, Mike. What’s that big bulge you’re hiding under there She pulled his jockey shorts down and exposed his long hard dick. ‘Oh, lookie what I found.Yipee ’ She wrapped her hand around itand jumped up and down.”What will I do with it?’ she asked the crowd

‘Suck it,” the crowd shouted. ‘suck it.’

She bent down ,examined it and then said, ‘Naw, I‘ve all ready had enough to drink. Let’s give you people a shower..”

‘Now the drums in the band began a slow rhythmic beat. The two on the table began moving to the beat, Gloria swung her tits back and forth and Mike did the same with his dick. As the music got louder and faster Gloria put her hand on Mike’s dick and began pumping it to the beat of the drums. As the drum beat went faster and faster so did Gloria’s hand The crowd began a count down to blast off time and it didn’t take long before Mike shot his seman into the crowd. Cheers, as Gloria took a bow.

“ My God , Cliff said. “Those people are rotten I can’t believe people act like that.

”They do, believe me. And that’s only the latest party. “ 

“ Well, what happened next?” Cliff asked

“You don’t want to know,” I said. 

“Yeah, I do. Tell me.”

“Well, after that show I had had enough .I told George W Taylor the Third that I wanted to leave. He smiled slyly. “Ok, he said. “He drove toward my house . ‘Hey,’ I said. ‘You passed my street.’ 

‘Oh, sorry. I’ll go down to the park and turn around.’ He was drunk and weaving all over the road.

We went to the park but he didn’t turn around. Instead he drove to a sheltered area and parked. ‘ I said I wanted to go home. Now take me there.’

‘You didn’t say you wanted to go home. You said you wanted to leave. That’s not the same thing. After that show, I figured you were really hot so I thought I would comfort you.’

“Take me home,’ I said. ‘Now!’

‘I think we should talk things over first. How about a kiss.’ He leaned over , put his arm around me and tried to kiss me." He smelled of alcohol. 

I pushed him away. ‘Home, ‘ I said. ‘Now.’

‘You little bitch . Don’t you know who you’re talking to. You do what I say you little whore or I’ll bust you in the chops. No girl ever refuses me. Get your panties off.”

I tried to open the door but he had it locked from the inside. I felt trapped. He put his hand on the back of my neck and squeezed. ‘Take off your panties,’ he said