Selena Kitt - Hussy

You can't wear that!

Lindsey glared at him, inwardly seething, fists clenched at her sides. I'll wear any damned thing I please! She gritted her teeth against the words, something in her daring them to come out.

You want me to change, Daddy? Her voice dripped saccharine, eyes veiled.

If you ever want to leave this house, I suggest you put on something decent! His gaze swept over the orange tube top and white satin shorts and she saw his eyes darken with something other than disapproval.

Fine.

Asshole! Who do you think you are? My father?

Lindsey stormed back upstairs, grabbing her biggest purse, the floppy crocheted one with the flap on top. She wiggled her shorts off and shoved them in the bag and, after pulling the top over her head, she shoved that in too. She found a pair of Capri pants and a t-shirt, yanking them quickly on and bounding back down the stairs again.

Better, Daddy? She made sure her voice remained high and light, but her eyes bored holes into his skull.

His gaze hesitated at her breasts, no bra to contain them, her nipples pointing skyward. Finally, he sighed. Fine. What time should I tell your mother you'll be back?

Whenever I want to be back.

Midnight.

She slipped her sandals on and headed out the door, slinging her purse over her shoulder. In the garden behind the house, she stripped down to nothing in the beginning dusk, shoving her clothes into her purse. The white satin shorts and orange tube top were liberated from her oversized bag and Lindsey wiggled them past her slim, naked hips, the shorts barely covering her bottom, the tube top simply accentuating the hardness of her nipples.

Mission accomplished, she saw their neighbor, old Mr. Finn, standing with a garden hose in his hand, eyes wide, mouth open. Lindsey gave him a wave as she passed the fence.

Hey, Mr. Finn, how's it hangin'?

He mumbled something and the hose jerked in his hand, sending water spewing skyward before he caught it again. She didn't stop to hear what he had to say. It was a half a mile walk and she was already running late.

* * * *

Someone's dad built the fort in one of the tall trees at the edge of the subdivision. It was secluded, down a well-worn path, fifteen feet off the ground with just a railing around the edge, the boards nailed to the side of the tree the only way up or down. Lindsey heard them before she saw them, someone's radio blasting not quite loud enough for the surrounding neighbors to call the cops.

Coming up! She put her foot on the first board nailed into the trunk of the tree, and began to scale the side. There were three of them sitting up on a blanket spread over the platform, passing a bottle around. Brian, the one she'd met walking through the aisle at the grocery store earlier that day, gave her a wave and patted the platform next to him.

Getting late. He draped his arm around her slight shoulders as she settled back against the railing. Thought you might not show.

My stepdad. Her tone was enough of an explanation. I have to be home by midnight.

Midnight? What can you do by midnight?! One of the other guys snorted-he was cute, too, although not as cute as Brian. His hair was curly and almost as dark as his eyes. Lindsey took the bottle from him, meeting his eyes as she drank a swig, the alcohol making her eyes water before she passed it on to the third guy. He was smaller than the other two, his blonde hair almost as long as hers.

Guess we just have to start earlier, Lindsey gasped, her throat still burning. The dark-haired guy gave her an appreciative look at her comeback, and they all laughed. That made her feel warmer than the alcohol.

They introduced themselves and passed the bottle again. The dark-haired guy was Ralph, a senior from Xavier. The quiet blonde said his name was Wayne. He looked older than the other two. Brian had already made his introductions earlier that day, when he'd invited her to this little party. She knew him by sight anyway, from the halls at school. He was a senior, like she was, at Chippewa.

Hot enough for ya? Ralph peeled off his t-shirt and hung it over the railing. Christ, this summer is gonna be a bitch and I have to spend it roofing with my uncle.

Sun's going down, Wayne remarked and Lindsey glanced at him as he tipped the bottle toward her. Should get a little cooler.

Hey, dude, you were supposed to get me in on that gig. Brian's hand moved over her bare shoulder and Lindsey settled in closer, feeling a warm glow in the pit of her stomach. It's gotta be better than stocking cans at the Sav-Way.

Yeah. Ralph shrugged. He was across from Lindsey, leaning back and stretching both arms out to rest on the railing. Still workin' on it.

A long silence stretched into the coming night. Lindsey felt the coolness of the evening settling on her damp skin. They were all peeking glances at her-she felt Brian's eyes on her top, Wayne's moving over her legs, and Ralph's were focused between them. Her shorts were pressed between her pussy lips and she felt the seam riding there every time she moved.

Oh I love this song! She reached over Wayne to turn up the radio and felt him startle at the weight of her on him, her hand pressing into the meat of his thigh. Giving him a smile of apology, she eased her way off, and he smiled back.

Gimme a hand. She turned to Brian. He did, and she used the leverage to pull herself to standing. The tree fort seemed even higher when she could see the ground, so she closed her eyes, standing in the middle of the platform and swaying to the music.

She kicked off her sandals, dancing barefoot, letting the pulse of the music move her body, feeling them watching, even though she couldn't see them. She let herself go, undulating and swaying, head back, arms up, her long, blonde hair falling to her waist as she arched and rocked to the rhythm. All the while, she felt their eyes on her.

Nice show Ralphs eyes followed her as she collapsed, breathless, in the middle of the platform at the end of the song.

I have to pee, Lindsey announced. Where should I go?

Brian waved his hand. We just pee off the side.

Oh. She looked around the circle and met each of their eyes, and then grinned. I can give it a shot.

Standing up, Lindsey walked over to the railing, peering over the side at the fifteen foot drop below. The sun was really beginning to set now, spreading a pink hue over everything.

I don't think I have the right equipment for this, she said with a little laugh, looking back at them over her shoulder. Maybe I should just climb down

We can help you, Ralph offered. He was standing next to her before she could say yes or no, his head jerking in Brian's direction, calling him over. Here, let us hold you.

Lindsey looked up at him with wide eyes as he grasped her upper arm and Brian did the same on the other side. Are you serious?

Sure. Ralph gave her a small smile. Just pull your shorts down and go. We'll hold you.

They flanked her on either side as she slipped her shorts down over her hips, her eyes meeting Wayne's. He was still sitting in his spot, tipping up the bottle and watching.

Don't drop me, she warned, grabbing onto them, her fingers hooking onto the waistband of their jeans. You promise?

We got you, Brian assured her as she sank into a modified sitting position, her bare ass hanging over the railing, her thighs resting there, her feet not touching the platform. Just go.

I don't know if I can She laughed and then closed her eyes and bit her lip, concentrating hard. Ahhh, there! She let go in a gush, the sound of her release raining down on the underbrush below. The rush faded to a trickle and then stopped.