Dripping
“Alright, you ready?” said Charlie, reaching underneath her mattress to pull out the notebook with rainbows and unicorns on the front cover.
“I don’t know...” said Natasha, carefully pleating her skirt around her knees as she got herself into a seated position on the bed.
“I have a feeling big surprises are in store,” said Charlie with a grin. “All right, let’s go over last week’s results. Tom Vandercamp continues to be in the number one spot, to no one’s surprise, hehe. As for number two, we had a bit of an upstart in Kenneth Bloem after he...”
“Oh, what’s the point?” said Natasha with a sad sigh.
“What do you mean, what’s the point?” said Charlie, a puzzled expression on her face. “We always do the rankings on Saturday.”
“I mean what’s the point of ranking the hottest guys in school if we’re never allowed to date any of them?” said Natasha.
“Because it’s fun, that’s why,” said Charlie. “I mean, I’ve been thinking about Kenneth all week, ever since he pulled off that last second shot to win the game against Oakville. Every time I picture him doing that fist pump, I get chills.”
“Yeah, but that’s just it,” said Natasha. “I’m tired of dreaming about guys. Heck, you and I have imaginary dated every guy at school by this point.”
“I know, right?” said Charlie with a saucy smile.
“I want more, Charlie, you know?” said Natasha. “I want to feel a real kiss on my lips. I want to feel a real guy’s arms around my waist, pulling me in close so I can feel the heat of his body against mine.”
“Mmm, nice,” said Charlie, reaching up to begin gently stroking one of her breasts.
“No, stop it!” said Natasha, pulling her friend’s hand down. “I really think if I don’t get some action soon, I’m going to, like, go crazy or something.”
“Oh, you’re just being melodramatic,” said Charlie. “Come on, isn’t it better this way? If we really slept around with all the guys on our list, we’d be bigger sluts than Lisa McPherson. And who knows? We’d probably have some kind of STD or something, too.”
“I know,” said Natasha with a little moan of frustration. “Look, I get it, alright? I know we have to save ourselves for marriage and all that stuff, but I just don’t know if I can wait anymore, Charlie. I really don’t.”
“Well, it won’t be that much longer,” said Charlie, reaching out to give her friend a comforting pat on the arm. “Our dads said we could go on chaperoned dates as soon as we graduate. That’s only a few more months!”
“Oh god, I just can’t stand it!” said Natasha, bouncing to her feet and pacing around the room. “I want more, Charlie, much more. I don’t want to go on a chaperoned date. I want a guy to rip my clothes off and throw me down on the bed and ravish me.”
“Oh, hot,” said Charlie, her eyes sparkling with excitement.
“Exactly,” said Natasha, nodding. “I’m tired of touching myself. I want to be touched. Can’t you understand that?”
“Of course I understand,” said Charlie. “Hey, it’s hard for me too, sometimes. The night after the game, I was rolling around in bed for, like, hours, with one hand between my legs and my thumb in my mouth to keep from making a sound. It was torture.”
“Yeah, exactly. This is torture,” said Natasha, pausing for a moment to look in the mirror. “I mean, look at us. We’re both young and hot. We should be going out to parties and having fun, not stuck in the house on another Saturday night.”
“Are you saying you want to sneak out?” said Charlie. “Because you know how my dad is. He’d probably have me arrested, not even joking.”
“No, I don’t mean sneaking out,” said Natasha with a sigh as she rejoined her friend on the bed. “The other day, I saw Sophie Beaverton riding around in Chad Pennington’s car, you know, the one where you can put the top down? And the wind was blowing in her hair and, gosh, I don’t know... She just looked like she was having the time of her life.”
“I’m sure she was,” said Charlie with a chuckle. “Word around school is that she gives every guy a blowjob on the first date.”
“You’re not listening to me,” said Natasha with a frown. “The point is that she was free. She doesn’t have to sneak around, and she can do whatever she wants. That’s what I want. I want to be free.”
“I know, but...” said Charlie.
“I mean, do you think that makes me a bad person?” said Natasha, interrupting her friend. “Just because I want to feel a boy’s hands on me?”
“No, of course not,” said Charlie. “Hey, I get those urges, too, you know.”
“Then why is it our dads can’t seem to understand that?” said Natasha, fidgeting with the hem of her skirt. “Why do they act like we’re delicate flowers who will wilt or something if we spend five seconds alone with a boy?”
“Come on, Natasha, you know why,” said Charlie, sitting up and tugging down her top, which had ridden up. “I mean, I can barely remember my mom, but my dad certainly does, just as yours does, too. I think the shock of losing them just did something to them, you know? LIke they’re afraid of losing us, too.”
“Well, what’s the point of keeping me under lock and key if I’m going to explode?” said Natasha. “Because I really feel like I will sometimes. I get this restless sensation inside of me that drives me nuts. I can’t think straight. I can’t eat. I can barely even breathe.”
“Wow, that intense, huh?” said Charlie.
“Yeah,” said Natasha, hanging her head. “Touching myself helps a little, you know? But not for long. And then it comes back even worse, somehow. I tried going online to find some answers, but it was just a crazy mess.”
“Well, I guess it’s time I told you something,” said Charlie. “But you have to promise not to tell anyone.”
“Huh? Of course not,” said Natasha.
“All right, I didn’t set out to do it intentionally, all right?” said Charlie, looking around as if there might be someone eavesdropping on them. “But I slept through my alarm clock last Tuesday, and so I was running around all morning in a frenzy, trying to get ready for school on time.”
“Okay...” said Natasha.
“And my dad was downstairs, telling me to hurry up, you know?” said Charlie. “And, well, I threw on my skirt and then my socks and shoes. And, um, somehow I forgot to put on any underwear.”
“What?” said Natasha, her eyes wide with surprise.
“Yeah, I know, right?” said Charlie with a little giggle. “I didn’t even realize it until I went to the bathroom after second period. And then I was like oopsie.”
“Oh my goodness,” said Natasha, her pulse racing. “What did you do?”
“What could I do?” said Charlie with a grin. “I just had to sit there with my legs tightly closed, praying no one would notice. Which, thank goodness, they didn’t.”
“Wow, that’s crazy,” said Natasha, shaking her head in disbelief.
“I know, right?” said Charlie. “Okay, but get this, the whole time, right? I’m buzzing. Like, the harder I squeezed my legs together, the more intense the buzzing got. By the time school ended, I was ready to pop like a balloon.”
“I can imagine,” said Natasha, beginning to feel a tremble of excitement build up inside her.
“So if you remember, we went by your place that day after school on our way to the library,” said Charlie.
“Yeah, I remember. What of it?” said Natasha.
“Well, your dad was in the kitchen,” said Charlie, her eyes twinkling. “And do you know what he said to me? He said, ‘I got to say, Charlie. You’re growing up to be quite a fine-looking woman.’”
“Alright...” said Natasha.
“And then he hands me a paper towel and says, ‘Getting to be quite a hot day, huh?’” said Charlie, beaming from ear to ear.
“Huh? I don’t get it,” said Natasha.
“Don’t you see? Somehow, he knew!” said Charlie, clapping her hand over her mouth. “He could tell I was turned on. And sure enough, when I went to the bathroom, I was dripping. My thighs were completely soaked.”
“Oh, um, wow,” said Natasha. “And you think my dad knew that?”
“Well, why else would he give me that paper towel?” said Charlie with a laugh. “It wasn’t like I’d spilled some milk or something.”
“Hm, well that is rather odd,” said Natasha. “But yeah, my dad’s a pretty observant guy.”
“Not my dad, though. He’s oblivious,” said Charlie with a grin. “A couple of weeks ago, he was bringing in the laundry, and there was one of your bras in there. I guess you left it behind during our sleepover. And my dad turns to me and says, ‘Hey, are your boobs getting bigger?’ Hilarious, right?”
“Oh my goodness, your dad touched my bra?” said Natasha, her face growing hot.p
