Trey was not used to being refused; and certainly not by a girl who was only a few runs up the ladder from white trash. His friends had teased him abo...t taking the girl from the wrong side of town to the dance, but they were all jealous and secretly lusted after Dee-Dee themselves; she was the fuel for most of the boys masturbatory fantasies."Trey I understand that boys need a little relief to keep them contented but I will only let a boy who I know will be true touch me down there; Momma told. I am not wearing any panties and feel particularly free.I sigh and shake at the pleasure it brings me. I slide a finger in deep and twist it about, slipping it in and out, grazing my clitoris. I need it, long for it. I pull my finger out of my steaming hole and bring it to my lips; I suck my finger into my mouth, and savor the taste. It is salty sweet, and makes me think of a salted-nut roll. I smile a dirty little smile at the comparison. I imagine my finger is your cock. I suck it playfully. I feel like a little girl, confused, full of desire and desperate for Mr. Creech to tell me something, anything that will reassure me that he feels the same as I do. I'm so nervous that my teeth are chattering and I have to rub my arms.“Are you cold Ivy? Would you like to wear my jacket?” He asks.“No, Mr. Creech not at all.” I answer, keeping my head down and hiding my face behind my hair.“Oh please, call me Sean.” He said.“Ok, Sean.” I giggled. It was a nervous giggle. I felt stupid. I was. , when she woke up.After breakfast, she'd go to the pistol range. There she practiced with Rita until nine, when school started.When the class ended at three, it was time for more target practice, until six. After dinner, it was time for martial arts training with all the Ladies, lead by Kay. After nine, Monica had a hour of free time, before she went to sleep.About a week into this schedule, Monica complained to Kay about all the hours of monotonous target practice.Kay commiserated. "I know.