Skanky Town
Chapter 15 — The Change
Karlie finally “got it.” Why she hadn’t seen it before was beyond her but it was like a light had suddenly been turned on and she finally got it.
Boys were so fucking cool.
It was as simple as that.
Of course, it wasn’t like they hadn’t been cool before. They had been, but it was just that they weren’t cool like they were now. Now, boys were totally cool. It was a revelation that the teen thought she’d never have, but now that she had, she couldn’t wait to see what she could do.
She was sitting there in Mr. Jackson’s classroom. Normally, she liked Lit class and she liked Mr. Jackson. He was a nice man and he was always so earnest. It was like he really wanted to teach you something and it was like he just seemed to get excited when he was up there in front of the class, and sometimes, well, sometimes, he had this passion about him, kind of like he was having now, and he’d really get rolling on whatever it was he was talking about.
Normally, she was a very good student, but not that day. That day, she couldn’t seem to concentrate on anything.
Well, that wasn’t exactly true. She was concentrating on something, all right, but what she was concentrating on was Mr. Jackson, but it wasn’t what Mr. Jackson was saying. Instead, she was concentrating on something else.
As Karlie sat there, she just couldn’t help but wonder what Mr. Jackson’s cock looked like. She was willing to bet that whatever he looked like, he was nice and big and hard.
“Miss Devlin!”
Karlie sat up a little straighter. “Yes, sir,” she said.
“I need you to pay attention.”
“Yes, sir.”
“Good. I’m glad to hear it.”
I was paying attention, Karlie told herself. I was paying attention to how good your cock would feel if you stuck it between my legs.
“Miss Devlin.”
“I’m still paying attention, sir.”
Her teacher looked at her and Karlie wondered if the man knew just what it was she was paying attention to. After all, it wasn’t like she was the first one to go through the change.
That was what the girls all called it. They all knew it was coming. Oh sure, some of them tried to fight it, but they all knew it was coming. It was the change.
Karlie had intended to fight it. She’d seen what it had done to her older sister and she was determined not to let that happen to her but it happened nonetheless.
And the worst part about it was as much as she wanted to fight it, it just felt so good when it happened.
“Miss Devlin!”
“What?”
“I need you to pay attention.”
“I am paying attention.”
“I need you to pay closer attention.”
“All right. All right,” the girl muttered. “I’m paying attention, okay?”
“Don’t get smart with me,” her teacher said.
“I’m not,” Karlie complained.
Of course, as soon as his back was turned, she was thinking about his cock again. God, why couldn’t she think about anything else but that and it wasn’t just his cock. It was cocks in general. Oh God. Why hadn’t she thought about those before?
Karlie couldn’t help but notice that by the end of the class, her notebook was empty. She hadn’t even bothered to write down the reading assignment for the next class. She’d seen girls like that before, girls who were a little older than her, girls who’d already gone through the change. It was like all they could think about was sex, that was when they bothered to think at all, but Karlie had never thought that would happen to her.
“What was the matter with you there in class?” asked her friend Debbie.
“What?”
“You seemed distracted there in class. Mr. Jackson had to keep calling you to attention.”
“I was distracted.”
“It’s the change, isn’t it?”
“No,” Karlie lied.
“It is, isn’t it? I know it is. You’re turning into a slut, aren’t you?”
“No. I was just distracted,” Karlie lied.
“Yeah, right.”
“I was just distracted.”
“Yeah, right.”
Karlie wasn’t sure if her friend believed her but in a way, it didn’t matter. Every girl, it seemed, went through the change within days of her eighteenth birthday. Her eighteenth birthday was almost a month in the past. Usually, the change didn’t wait that long to kick in, but Debbie’s birthday was still a whole month out.
“What you doing after school?”
“Huh?”
“Weren’t you listening?” her friend asked. “I asked you what you wanted to do after school.”
“Oh. I don’t know.”
“You want to come over to my house and study?”
“I don’t know.”
“You don’t know? What do you want to do then?”
“I don’t know.”
“You sure are acting like the change has gotten a hold of you.”
Karlie shrugged. She wasn’t even sure why she didn’t want to admit the truth. Maybe it was because she and Debbie had made fun of those girls who’d gone through the change before them, girls they’d grown up with who seemed to have only one thing on their mind now. She didn’t want Debbie to make fun of her just the way the two of them had made fun of the others.
“You sure you don’t want to come over to my place and study?”
“I think I’m okay,” Karlie said.
“Okay,” Debbie said, but it was clear from the tone in her voice that she was still wondering what was going on with her friend.
That afternoon, Karlie went home. She’d tried to resist the change. She really had and that she hadn’t given in to it for as long as she had was testament to how hard she’d tried but the change was upon her now.
But did that mean she had to give in to it? Karlie didn’t think she did.
“Hi, mom. I’m home,” she called out when she got to the kitchen.
Her mom popped her head out of the bedroom. “Karlie? Is that you?”
“Yeah, mom,” Karlie said as she poured herself a glass of juice.
“I thought you were going over to Debbie’s to study.”
“I was, mom, but something came up.”
“Something came up?”
“It’s not like that, mom,” Karlie said, although she had the feeling it was exactly like that. Unlike her, her mom hadn’t been born here. Her mom had been a self-described hippie chick. Flower power and free love. That’s what her mom had been in to. Well, the love didn’t get any freer than it got here in Skankytown and so mom had stayed.
But it meant that there were some things mom didn’t know. Some things about growing up in Skankytown that she didn’t get, but mom knew about the change even if she didn’t know it herself. “Are you sure?” she asked.
“I’m fine.”
“Okay, if you’re sure. I’m um ... I’m doing something in the back so if you could keep it down for a bit, I’d appreciate it if you could keep it down.”
Why was her mom acting all flustered and stuff, and that’s when she got it. “Mom?” she hissed.
“What?”
“You’ve got a guy here?”
“Well, not a guy exactly.”
“Who is it, mom?”
“It’s just Mr. Porter.”
“Mr. Porter? You mean Daddy’s boss? You mean that Mr. Porter?”
“Yes,” her mother admitted. “I mean that Mr. Porter.”
“What are you doing with him? No wait. Don’t answer that. Why are you doing him?”
“I’m helping your father out.”
“Daddy doesn’t need this kind of help. He’s doing fine all on his own.”
“I know.”
“So why are you doing this?”
“When you get older, you’ll understand.”
“No, I won’t.”
“Look, I just need you to keep it down. Okay?”
She was about to tell her mom okay when the thought entered her mind. Maybe she could help Daddy out, too. All she’d have to do would be to follow her mom into her parent’s bedroom. She could straddle Mr. Porter’s body and she could lead him to her waiting pussy and ...
“Can you keep it down?” her mom asked again.
Oh fuck, the girl groaned. What had she been thinking. She’d been just about ready to offer herself to daddy’s boss. That was so wrong.
“Listen, I have to get back okay. Just keep it down. Okay?”
“Sure, mom.”
Keeping it down was hardly a hard thing to do. After all, she’d just go to her room and she’d work on her homework.
Okay, she would have worked on her homework ... if she’d remembered to bring it home with her, but when she looked in her book bag, there was nothing there. She remembered being at her locker. She remembered taking her stuff out when Craig Winton had walked by and she was sure Craig was totally checking her out and of course, she had to put on a really good show for him so he could really check her out.
Karlie growled to herself. Damn change. She should have been more upset, she knew. She should have been more upset that she didn’t have her homework but she kept thinking about what her mom was doing with Mr. Porter, and that, along with the general application of her fingers between her legs was more than enough to keep her happy and unconcerned with how she didn’t have any homework to do.
The next day at school saw her dressed in a pair of jeans. That was hardly surprising except that these jeans were the tightest jeans she had. She’d already told herself that perhaps maybe they were a little too revealing for school, but that day when she put them on, she could see absolutely nothing wrong with them.
“Miss Devlin,” said her calculus teacher, Mr. Carriker. “I see you didn’t turn in your homework.”
Karlie shook her head. She couldn’t help but notice that she wasn’t the only one who hadn’t turned in her homework. There were other girls, girls who were older than her, who hadn’t turned in their homework, so why was Mr. Carriker picking on her.
“I see,” her math teacher said. “I’d like you to stay after class if you would.”
Karlie nodded. She wasn’t sure why her math teacher was picking on her, but maybe that wasn’t a bad thing. Actually, the more she thought about it, the more she thought about how it might be a really good thing.
After that, no matter how hard she tried, she just couldn’t seem to get herself into the class. She tried to take notes but more than once, instead of containing mathematical formulas, her notes contained pictures of big, hard dicks just ready to squirt.
“Do you know why I asked you to stay over?” her teacher asked after the other students had left.
Karlie shook her head.
“You’re going through the change, aren’t you?”
Karlie shook her head. She wasn’t really lying but Karlie was still trying to tell herself that her recent lapses had less to do with a need for cock and more to do with the fact that she’d just made an honest mistake. After all, it wasn’t like she’d fucked anybody or anything like that.
It was clear from his reaction that her math teacher didn’t believe her. “I need you to stay with your studies,” the man said. “Even if you don’t do anything with it later, it’s important. Do you understand?”
Karlie nodded.
The man looked at her as if trying to assess whether she really got it. “I mean it,” her math teacher said. “It’s important.”
“I know.”
“Do you know what the homework assignment is for tomorrow?”
Karlie looked at her notebook and she shook her head.
The man sighed. “Chapter 15, the odd-numbered questions, except number 7. Are you going to write that down?”
Karlie grabbed a pen and she copied the homework assignment into her notebook.
“I mean it,” her teacher said. “Just pay attention in class and you’ll get through this okay. You got that?”
Again, Karlie nodded.
“Any questions?”
Karlie shook her head.
“Okay. You can go.”
Karlie nodded and then she shuffled out of her teacher’s classroom. That wasn’t so bad, she told herself.
Of course, it wasn’t bad, she answered back. He wants to fuck you.
Karlie shook her head. He doesn’t want to fuck me, she told herself. He’s a teacher.
Yeah, and so what. That gives him magical powers or something. That means he can avoid wanting to fuck a little teenage girl who’s just coming into her own. I mean look at yourself.
What?
Tight, little capris. Tight, little top. You’re advertising. You’re saying come fuck me. What guy wouldn’t respond to that?
I am not advertising.
Don’t lie to me, she shot back. I know you. You want to be fucked.
It was hard arguing with herself, especially when her self knew everything she knew. Maybe she was advertising. Maybe just a little. Okay, maybe more than a little. Maybe she did want to get fucked.
Maybe there was no maybe about it. Just the thought of it was enough to make her pussy jump. She really did want to get fucked.
No, she couldn’t. It was just the power of suggestion, she told herself. Everyone knew about the change. Well, sort of. Some of it was just rumors. Sometimes, the mothers told their daughters what to expect. Sometimes, the mothers were too embarrassed to talk about it, and sometimes, there were mothers like hers who didn’t really know about it so it was obvious that a girl might not have complete information. That’s what it was. That was what it had to be. It wasn’t really the change. It was just stress and a lack of information. She needed to get a good night’s rest and everything would be better in the morning.
Everything was better in the morning. In fact, Karlie had to laugh at the way she’d been thinking the day before. Stress, she told herself. That’s all it was.
Of course, that didn’t answer everything. Mr. Carriker had taken all that time to make sure she’d that she got the homework assignment, but did that mean she’d done her homework assignment? Well, no, but she’d been busy.
Debbie was waiting for her when Karlie finally got to campus. “What the hell’s the matter with you?” her friend demanded.
“What?”
“What do you mean what?”
“Don’t tell me you don’t even see it.”
“See what?”
“Just look at yourself.”
Karlie looked down at herself. She was wearing a skirt and a top. Nothing wrong with that, she told herself. She looked back at her friend. “What?” she demanded.
“You don’t even see it.”
“See what?”
“Don’t you see how short your skirt is?”
Karlie looked down at herself and it was as if she was seeing herself for the very first time. Her skirt wasn’t just short. It was very short, and the top that had looked fine moments before suddenly looked obscenely tight. What the hell had she been thinking?
“Do you see it now?”
“Yes.”
“It’s the change, isn’t it? You’re going through the change.”
“No.”
“You mean you dressed like that on purpose?”
Karlie didn’t say anything. She hadn’t really meant to dress that way but apparently, she’d done it anyway.
“You mean to tell me you like dressing up like a slut.”
No, she wanted to say. No, she didn’t want to dress that way and almost as quickly, she thought better of it. What was wrong with dressing like she was dressed? So what if she showed a little something off? It wasn’t like she was actually doing anything she wasn’t supposed to do.
In fact, the more she thought about it, the more Karlie realized there wasn’t a darned thing wrong with the way she was dressed. No, it didn’t have to be the change, but if she wanted to dress this way, she could dress this way. It wasn’t like she was doing anything wrong.
“It’s the change,” Debbie said again. “I know it is.”
Karlie just smiled. It was funny that her friend didn’t get it, but she’d understand soon enough. For now though, it was fun to just let the boys look at her.
And the boys certainly were looking and it made her so hot to have the boys looking at her. She just couldn’t help herself. Every chance she got, it seemed as if she wanted to show off her body, and the boys were definitely looking and the more they looked, the more Karlie started to think that wouldn’t it be better if they were doing more than just looking. She could just imagine a boy sticking his cock between her legs, or maybe she could straddle a boy’s body and ride his cock or maybe ...
Maybe what, she’d ask herself. She wasn’t like that.
The only problem was almost as soon as she told herself that, she was having those very same thoughts all over again. She needed to get herself fucked and she needed it bad.
It was four days after the change and Karlie still hadn’t gotten herself fucked. It was becoming a real problem now. It was like she couldn’t think of anything else.
She didn’t feel like going to school anymore. Oh sure, there’d be guys there, but they wouldn’t necessarily be guys she could fuck. It was kind of like a standing rule that the teachers were supposed to leave the girls alone. That didn’t mean it didn’t happen, but if anyone ever found out about it, that was the quickest way to get yourself fired, so most of the guy teachers seemed to keep themselves unavailable.
Of course, there were the girl teachers but Karlie knew what she needed was a cock. She supposed if she got really desperate, she could go for a girl, but for right now, what she really needed was a cock.
Of course, there were the boys, too, but like most girls, Karlie had had it up to here with the boys in high school. Boys didn’t go through the change but that didn’t mean they were unaffected by it. Boys were naturally what they were, a raging pile of hormones with a ripe and ready dick. More than a few women around town had found themselves in need of cock and if they couldn’t get it anywhere else, they knew all they had to do was drive by the high school and find a boy. With attention like that, was it any wonder that boys started to get all full of themselves. Most boys started to get the feeling that they didn’t want to go out with a girl if the girl didn’t want to put out.
So where the hell did that leave her?
Where it left her was with a pussy that needed to get fucked right now.
Karlie growled. She needed her first cock, but where was she going to get it?
She didn’t want it to be just anybody. This was her first time. This had to be good. This had to be ... special, but what, and where?
She needed a fresh cock. She needed something that no one else had had before, but where was she going to find that?
She needed someone who could show her the ropes. She needed someone who wouldn’t treat her like a kid ... or maybe she needed someone who would treat her like a kid. Maybe she needed someone who would tell her what to do.
But where was she going to find that?
The answer was so obvious that Karlie couldn’t help but wonder why she hadn’t thought of it before.
She was wearing the same short skirt that she’d worn the day before but the way she had it hiked up, it seemed to be even shorter than it had been before, and in place of the top that she’d worn before, she now wore a half tee and no bra whatsoever and she was waiting for just the right guy.
“Hey, Mister,” she called out as a man walked out of the building. “You want to fuck?”
The man looked at her and he shook his head as he hurried on by.
What the hell was his problem, Karlie wondered. She wasn’t a guy, but she couldn’t help but think that she looked good enough to fuck so what the hell was his problem?
Another man came from the opposite direction and once more, Karlie poised herself to ask her question, but just like the first time, the man rushed on past.
Maybe this wasn’t such a good idea, the teenager told herself. It had seemed like a good idea, but if the men weren’t even going to stop ...
Another man came out of the building. At least this one didn’t seem to be in that much of a hurry, but when Karlie asked her question again, the man just shook his head.
Maybe this wasn’t a good idea, the girl admitted. Maybe she should go back to school. At least if she went there, she knew there’d be boys there who wanted to fuck.
Yet another man came out of the building. This time, Karlie was a little more tentative. She didn’t want to get shot down again, but if she was going to get shot down, she didn’t want it to look like it was that big a deal. “Hey, Mister,” she said half-heartedly, “you want to fuck?”
The man looked at her. “What’d you say?”
Finally, Karlie thought to herself. Even if he hadn’t said yes, at least he hadn’t said no. “You want to fuck?” the girl asked again.
The man looked her up and down. “How old are you?”
“Eighteen.”
“Eighteen, huh? You sure about that?”
“Of course, I’m sure.”
“Can you prove it?”
“Of course I can prove it. You want me to go home and get my driver’s license?”
The man grinned. “No. I don’t think that will be necessary.”
“So you want to fuck?”
“Maybe. What’s your name?”
“Karlie. What’s yours?”
“My name’s Jake.”
“So, Jake. You want to fuck?”
“Maybe. Why don’t you come here.”
Karlie stepped closer to the man. “Do you like what you see?” she asked.
“I think maybe I do.” The girl couldn’t help but whimper as the man’s hand slid around her waist. “Do you do this often?” Jake asked.
“Do I do what often?”
“Do you come to the hotel here to solicit guys?”
“Nope. You’re my first.”
“Really?”
Karlie could feel the man’s hand sliding down and then sliding up under her skirt. Mmm, that felt good. She just hoped he wasn’t just playing with her. “Really,” she said. “You’re my first.”
“Yeah?”
Karlie could feel the man’s fingers as they pried her thong to one side and now she could feel his fingers right there on her pussy. “Yeah,” she said.
“You want to go inside?” the man asked. “We could go up to my room?”
Karlie nodded enthusiastically. She couldn’t believe this was actually going to work.
The man took her into the hotel and then he took her up to his room. Moments later, he was ushering her inside. “Tell me again what you want me to do,” he said.
“I want you to fuck me.”
The man just grinned. “I love to hear you say that,” he told her. “Now, how about we take a look at those breasts of yours.”
“They’re not that big,” the girl apologized.
“Now ... Karlie is it?”
The girl nodded.
“Now, Karlie. That’s not the point and I’m sure you know that. You’re a beautiful, young woman and don’t let anyone ever tell you differently. You got that?”
The girl nodded.
“You got that?” the man asked again.
“I got that,” Karlie said.
“You’re a beautiful, young woman,” Jake said again.
“Okay.”
“No. Say it. You’re a beautiful, young woman.”
“I’m a beautiful, young woman.”
“That’s nice,” the man said. “Now how about this time, you say it like you mean it.”
“I’m a beautiful, young woman,” Karlie said with a little more force behind it.
“That’s it. Say it again.”
“I’m a beautiful, young woman.”
“That’s right, you are. And now that we’ve established that, how about we take a look at those pretty, little titties of yours.”
Karlie nodded. She wanted this. She wanted to show this man her tits.
The man pulled her close and then he was flipping up her top. “Oh my,” the man gushed. “Would you look at you. Would you look at how pretty you are.”
There was one good thing with the man pulling her close like that, Karlie realized. While she really did appreciate the attention she was getting, there was something else she appreciated even more and with him pulling her close like that, she wasted little time sliding her hand down over the front of his pants.
The man grinned. “It looks like someone’s in a hurry.”
“I already told you. I want to fuck.”
“Yes you did tell me that,” the man said, “but first things first. Let’s get that top off of you first.”
Karlie didn’t offer any resistance as Jake took her top off and she loved it even more when his hands fondled her firm, young tits.
“See, if we’d rushed it, we would have missed this” the man said as his hands continued to play with her tits.
Karlie nodded.
“You can take it out now.”
There was little doubt in Karlie’s mind was ‘it’ was. Once more, her hands went to the front of the man’s jeans and this time, they met with no resistance. Her hands undid his belt and then she was unzipping his zipper.
“That’s it,” the man encouraged her. “That’s it. You know what you want.”
The girl slid the man’s jeans down past his hips and then her hand was back again, rubbing itself over the front of his underwear.
“You can do more,” the man told her.
For a moment, Karlie froze. More? Did she really want to do more? This was so unlike her, and yet ...
And yet she couldn’t wait to get his cock out.
She pushed his underwear down and then she wrapped her hand around the man’s cock.
“I see someone’s eager.”
Eager wasn’t even the half of it. It was like finally getting to see a cock had finally turned something on in her and had turned it on hard. She needed to fuck and she needed it bad.
“Turn around,” the man told her.
“Why?”
“Because I want to see something.”
“What?”
“Don’t argue with me. Just turn around.”
Karlie didn’t want to turn around but she didn’t want to give up this opportunity either. She was about to get fucked, or at least she hoped she was, so if the man wanted her to turn around, she supposed she could turn around.
“Kneel against the bed.”
Now this was more like it, Karlie told herself as she rushed to comply.
“Lean forward,” the man told her and again, Karlie did just what she’d been told to do.
She knew the man was standing behind her because she could feel his hand on the inside of her thigh. Perched like she was on her hands and knees, her skirt had to be riding up so high that it must not have been hiding anything at all and besides, even if it were, that hand was sliding up her leg.
She could feel the skirt being peeled back off of her ass and suddenly, she felt so exposed.
Once more, Karlie felt that hand between her legs only this time, it was rubbing her panties against her pussy. “Should we see what you have in here?” the man asked.
“Yeah,” the girl gushed.
The man pulled down her panties. “Why it looks like we have a pretty, little pussy in here.”
Karlie couldn’t help but moan. Of course, there was a pussy in there but then she gasped as she felt a man’s cock being pushed forward. “Oh yeah,” she moaned.
Karlie moaned again. Oh geez. His cock was so good. Oh geez. Why hadn’t she done this earlier?
But then the man stopped. “Are you a virgin?” he asked.
“Y-yes. Is that a problem?”
“Not a problem, but are you sure you want me to do this?”
For a moment, that seemed to stop the teen. She was a virgin. It wasn’t like she couldn’t go all the way ... with the right guy ... but she didn’t even know this guy. What the heck was she thinking?
But then really, she told herself. What was she waiting for. She knew lots of girls that liked to fuck, especially those that had just turned eighteen, just like her. Why should she leave her pussy all cooped up with no place to go?
“I want to do it,” she said. “I want you to fuck me.”
“Okay, if you’re sure.”
“I am so fucking sure.”
“Okay then. Here we go. On a count of three. One ... two ...”
Karlie gritted her teeth. This was it.
“Three.”
“Oh geez,” Karlie groaned, but already the man was pushing inside her. It hurt but then he pulled back.
It hurt again. Oh God, it hurt.
No wait. He was pushing inside her now and it didn’t hurt so bad. In fact, it felt kind of good. In fact, it felt great.
“Oh geez,” the girl moaned. “Oh geez. Fuck me.”
The man didn’t say anything but then he didn’t have to.
“Oh God,” the girl groaned. “Oh God. You’re going to make me cum. I want you to do it. I want you to make me cum.”
Still, the man said nothing.
“I’m going to cum,” the girl moaned and then she did it again. “Oh geez. I’m going to cum.”
Even as she did it, she could feel the man cumming inside her and it just felt so good. Her pussy bore down on the cock inside her and she moaned all over again. It just felt that good.
Finally, the man slid out of her. “Is that what you wanted?” he asked.
“Oh yeah,” the girl gushed. “That was so good.”
“If you want, we could do it again.”
Karlie looked at the clock on the night stand next to the bed. “Oh crap,” she said.
“What?”
“I gotta go.”
“Why?”
“I just do. I gotta go.”
The man just nodded as Karlie scrambled to pick up her clothes and then she was putting them on.
“I gotta go,” she said again.
Karlie didn’t tell the man the reason she had to go. That morning, she’d told herself it was a great idea to blow off school and just come on over to the hotel and find a guy to fuck. It had seemed so reasonable and so logical, but now with her pussy finally full of cum, she knew where she had to be. She’d be late, of course, but it was time to get back to school.
And with that, she was gone but not before she realized two things. The first was that like it or not, the change was definitely upon her, and the second was that like it or not, she was still horny as all hell.