Youth Turn
Copyright © 1996; 2018 by Peter Weiss
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This is a work of fiction. The names, characters, places and incidents are products of the writer’s imagination or have been used fictitiously and are not to be construed as real. Any resemblance to persons, living or dead, actual events, locales or organizations is entirely coincidental.
She was quite small when she discovered her ability to control others and she was eleven when she realized she could excite boys. It happened accidentally one spring morning, not unlike this one, when she was wearing a white mock-turtleneck and no bra because she didn’t need one then. The breeze on the overpass stiffened her nipples into tiny marbles. As some boys approached, she heard them whispering, laughing as they passed, and when she looked back, all of them were looking at her. One called “Hey baby,” and blew her a kiss. She feigned annoyance but realized the power of her ability to attract boys. An opened blouse, a short skirt, colored or slicked lips, any one of these would do it, and more than one could drive boys crazy. Boys were stupid.
The first boy happened at thirteen, after karate class. He was eighteen, cute and he hurt her terribly. The second, also at thirteen, gave her money not to say anything. Pussy and silence: two great commodities. Sixteen now, she was no virgin.
Her sister, Virginia, had given her the first orgasm. Late one Sunday morning, her parents gone to church, they were watching videos on her sister’s bed. She was laying at her sister’s side, her head resting on her. Virginia simply reached into her pajama top and rolled a nipple between thumb and forefinger. Unhesitating, Melina looked at her invitingly and Virginia moved down for a kiss. Melina’s tongue met her sister’s and when she closed her eyes she pretended it was her favorite male pop star. A symphony of new sensations played through her. Fourth of July.
“Let’s smoke a blunt,” Virginia said. Melina watched her empty a cigar and refill it with weed. They smoked, and next she knew, she was droopy, her mouth dry. She coughed and choked and getting up for water, she realized how high she was.
Virginia stood over her. Melina lay sprawled on the bed. Virginia tugged off Melina’s pajama bottoms so Melina lay naked from the waist down, then she stroked a smooth-skinned thigh. She kneeled next to Melina, sliding a finger to the triangle between her legs. When she dipped her finger, she reached between her own legs with the other hand. She kissed Melina and slid her tongue into Melina’s throat. Melina purred.
It only took a moment. Virginia pushed one finger inside Melina and used another for her magic button. She undid the pajama top and fondled Melina’s breasts. Melina pressed against the fingers, sucking Virginia’s tongue while Virginia watched her explode.
“Wow,”
“Now me,” Virginia said. She gave the fingers she had used to Melina’s mouth. “Suck them, then suck my pussy.”
Melina obeyed. When Virginia swooned, her legs locked around Melina’s neck, Melina noted the power of pleasure.
