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"Yes, that's the gang!", Debbie said excitedly. "Here we go!"
The car stopped and Ralph got out. Debbie introduced Charisse and then got in the back seat with
Ralph while Charisse was ushered into the front seat by the boy who was her date. Much to her
surprise, she found there was another boy driving and she was wedged in between them. There was also
another boy in the back besides Ralph and Debbie was sitting between them both.
"Meet Jerry and George," Debbie called to Charisse from the back seat.
"And this fellow in the back with Ralph and me is Frank."
"Don't tell me, let me guess," Jerry said as he put his arms around Charisse's waist. "You're the famous
Mamma Mantell's daughter! How come Debbie could talk you into a date with us small- town hicks?"
Charisse was a little taken aback by Jerry's hostile attitude right off the bat. And she didn't care for his
hand around her either, the very first minute they had met, but she kept quiet.
"Hey, Jerry, cut it out!" Debbie said from the back seat. "I thought you promised to be nice!"
"Okay, I'll be nice," Jerry mumbled and Charisse saw that all the boys had been drinking and were a
little high. "I'll be nice because she's got such a swell figure, yes sir, quite a pair of knockers!" Jerry
added.
"It looks like these boys aren't losing any time," Charisse thought to herself. She tried to move away a
little from Jerry, but he only clasped her waist more tightly.
"Don't be bashful, beautiful. We may not be as sophisticated as the big city slickers you go out with, but
. . . " he leered, "you'll find out we have a thing or two on the ball! Both balls!"
George, at the driver's seat, glanced at her at these words of Jerry's and grinned. He looked more
mature than the other two boys and was taller and huskier. Charisse thought she'd try a little flattery on
him so that at least one of the boys would be friendly to her.
"Aren't you the George Holden with the Town Volunteer Fire Brigade, the one that rescued the two kids
that went through the ice this winter? I remember reading about you - that was wonderful!"
"Just happened to be around," George mumbled and flushed. "It was just luck I happened to be around!"
But Charisse thought she had softened him up a bit and was heartened.
"Looks like this gal has a soft spot for you," Jerry said, "I just hope you aren't going to keep her all to
yourself, buddy, ole buddy." His hand began inching up towards Charisse's breast.
"Don't worry pard," George said grinning, "looks like there's enough tit there for the two of us! Plenty of
ass too, from what I can see!"
"Okay pal," Jerry answered, "you just tell me which half you prefer . . . I think the little lady might get
worried if the two of us grabbed for the same spot at the same time!"
All the boys laughed at this remark by Jerry, but something about the tone of the talk and the
mannerisms of these boys was beginning to make Charisse uneasy. She tried to hunch down in the seat
and by making herself as inconspicuous as possible, direct attention to Debbie. She only partially
succeeded, because George put his hand on her knee and started feeling between her legs. Then she
gasped because Jerry had placed his hands full on her breasts and was squeezing and massaging them
through the silky material of her low cut blouse. George's hand was proceeding up between her legs and
feeling her inner thighs already.
"Don't you think you ought to be keeping both hands on the wheel?" she stammered to George.
His hand went up between her legs even further, almost to her crotch in response. And Jerry's hand was
massaging her breast so strongly that her nipples were becoming hard and erect. Small town boys or
not, they certainly didn't lose any time starting in on a girl, Charisse thought.
Jerry's hand was still massaging her breast through her silk blouse and then she suddenly felt his other
hand dip into the low cut center of the blouse. His fingers playfully went right down the cleavage and his
hand started to feel her naked tits and search for her nipples.
"Quite a pair of knockers we have there!" Jerry announced to George.
"Glad you like them," Charisse tried to smile and wriggle her titties away but she only succeeded in giving
Jerry an extra feel.
"How's your end of this chick feel?" Jerry called over to George.
"Soft and tender, buddy," George said, feeling her inner thighs, "soft and tender!"
"Maybe it's eating stuff, eh George," Jerry grinned.
Charisse just kept quiet. Maybe if she played along with them, this attitude would change. She did want
some consideration as a girl, as an individual. Here these boys were feeling her up and sizing up her
anatomy as if she were a cow being brought to market. More than anything else, she realized that her
inferiority complex about her mother's reputation made her crave the friendship of people in her own age
group. And even more than friendship, she desperately wanted their respect. This was one of the big
reasons she had gone out on this date with Debbie. She wanted to "belong," to be accepted by her
generation. And for that she was ready to make a lot of concessions.
She looked towards the back seat to see how Debbie was doing. The sight there was surprising. Debbie
was completely stretched out on the back seat, one leg dangling down. On their knees beside her, like
two kneeling worshippers, Ralph and Frank had her skirt up around her waist and were both feeling her
up. Their hands played between her legs and moved on right up to her crotch. Charisse was puzzled at
Ralph's acceptance of Frank's intimate fondling of Debbie's pussy region. Debbie's eyes were wide
open, but they seemed to be concentrating on the feeling the boy's busy hands were arousing, she was
panting and low moans were coming from her parted lips. She didn't seem to mind the fact that both
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