Jane Goode ran through Redford back home, taking side streets and avoiding the town square. She peeked over fences until she found a house with laundry hanging outside. Jane hopped the fence and dug around until she found some socks, underwear, and a dress. The dress was a little too small for her, but she was too desperate to care. Jane felt presentable enough to walk home, smooth down her hair, and open the front door.
Jane's father sat in the living room, looking over the newspaper and puffing on a pipe. His pipe dipped as he looked up at Jane.
"Honey?" her father asked. "Where have you been?"
Before Jane could answer, her mother came running in front the kitchen. Her high heels clicked on the carpet as she ran to embrace the young girl. "Oh, Jane, we've been worried sick about you. Your teacher called. He said you were in an accident."
Jane hugged her mother. "I'm okay. It was nothing. I just had to wait for the doctor to give me an examination. He said I was fine."
Her mother pushed away and held Jane out at arms' length. Her eyes narrowed. "Where did you get that dress? It's awfully short, isn't it? And you look a bit flushed. Are you sure you weren't with that boyfriend of yours?"
Jane looked down at the skirt and felt pale when she realized it barely reached down to her knees. The front was too tight, squeezing her breasts up to form a valley of cleavage below her chin. "I wasn't with Bobby, mother. I'm telling you, I just had to get an examination."
Jane's father smiled as he pulled the pipe out of his mouth and pointed it at her. "Don't be silly, dear. It's Jane we're talking about. She wouldn't do anything unseemly. She's Daddy's good little girl, aren't you, dear?"
Jane forced a smile. "Yes, Daddy." She clamped her legs shut to keep her juices from trickling down her thighs.
Jane did a sort of bunny hop towards the stairs. "I just need to wash up. I'm really tired. I'm just going straight to bed. Night, Mommy. Night, Daddy."
Jane didn't wait for an answer. She turned and ran up the stairs. Jane burst into her bedroom, ripped off her dress, and dashed into her bathroom.
She turned the shower on, cranking the cold-water tap to full, and climbed into it. The cold water made her squeak, but she forced herself to stand under it. Goosebumps prickled her flesh. Jane ducked her head under the water and let it flow over her body. The water was freezing. So why did she feel so hot, especially between her legs? The liason with the doctor kept running through her head. His hard cock throbbing in her hand and mouth, the musky smell of his body, the sensation that had torn through her body like a locomotive. It had been the greatest feeling of her entire life. She had once heard Marilyn giggling with some other girls about something called an "orgasm." Had that been what happened to her? It had to be. She craved that feeling again like she craved a glass of fresh milk.
Jane felt something between her legs. She looked down to find her hand buried between her trembling legs. It felt so good to stroke herself there. She had never done that before, but it felt right this time. The same feelings she had gotten kneeling on the doctor's floor returned, along with more. Her fingers glided over her swelling lips, and Jane let out a moan. The water felt warmer, but she knew it was her body that grew warmer. Her dancing fingers skipped over something hard and small, and it made her gasp. Jane focused her rubbing on that little nub, and it made her legs quiver even harder.
Jane squeezed her eyes shut as her fingers pumped her vigorously. Her moans turned into cries of joy that echoed through the bathroom. She thought she could hear a knock on her bedroom door, but didn't care. All she could think about was the feeling building up from her dripping pussy all the way through her body. Then it hit her again. She threw her head back and grunted as the orgasm tore through her body. Her knees gave out, sending her slumping to the floor, and just lay there bathed in cold water, quaking in pleasure.
When the spasms faded, Jane waited for the feelings to die, but they didn't. They just grew stronger. She needed something more. It was like a hunger, but not for food. She knew what she needed. She needed more of what the doctor gave her. She needed cock.
She stumbled out of the shower and ran through her bedroom, leaving a trail of wet footprints, to her telephone. She swept her dripping hair out of her face and picked up the phone to dial a number she knew by heart. Jane toyed with her hard nipples as she listened to it ring.
She recognized Bobby's voice when it answered. "Hello?"
"Hi Bobby."
"Jane? Oh, Hi. Gosh, I didn't think you'd wanna talk to me after..."
Jane began stroking the moist hairs between her legs. "Could you meet me somewhere?"
"What, tonight? Oh, gee whiz, it's after my curfew."
"I know, but it's really important. Please?"
"Well, okay. Where do you wanna meet?"
"Persperation Point. In fifteen minutes."
She could hear his voice tighten as he stammered, "P-P-Persperation Point? But you said you didn't--"
"Forget what I said. Persperation Point, fifteen minutes." Jane hung up the phone.
She didn't have a car or a driver's license, so Jane knew she would have to run to Persperation Point. That wasn't much of a problem - right now, she felt like she would run to China if it meant getting a cock inside her - but it did mean she didn't have much time. She threw open her closet and grabbed a small black dress that Marilyn had given her once, but she never wore. The dress had actually been a joke, since it was far too revealing for any decent girl to wear. The skirt barely reached the top of her thighs, and the top cinched tight around her boobs with a collar that hung open almost to the level of her nipples. But right now, Jane didn't feel that decent, so she slipped into the dress without hesitation.
When she looked at herself in the mirror, Jane felt a shock. Her hair hung flat on her head, and her makeup had worn off, but she looked so sexy. Her lips were full and red from the blowjob she had given the doctor earlier, and her eyes twinkled with hunger. Her body filled out the curves of her dress, revealing her slender legs and breasts oozing out of her top. It was a far cry from her modest dressed and sweaters of only a few hours before. She didn't recognize the Jane in the mirror. But Jane liked it. In fact, she left the top unbuttoned and hiked up the skirt a few more inches. She experienced a final thrill at the decision to go without panties or a bra.
Jane slipped into her highest heels, then climbed out her window to shimmy down the tree to the ground. She snuck past her living room window, where her father continued to puff on his pipe as he examined the newspaper. When Jane was out of view of her house, she began to run to Persperation Point.
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