Marnie gave him a tight smile. “We’re guests of Charlene Wakefield. She’s my aunt.”

“Okay,” said the cop, looking at her skeptically and nodding. He walked back to his car.

“Shit,” I whispered to Marnie. We glanced at each other nervously then watched the police officer make a call.  After a couple of minutes he returned.

“I’ll have to ask you both to step outside.” Dread instantly rose in my body as we slowly slid out of the truck in our bikinis.

“Miss," he began, addressing Marnie, "I checked with the homeowner’s association. They said Ms. Wakefield died last year.”

“Oh,” Marnie said glumly, her eyes falling towards the ground. "Yeah, I forgot about that.”

“Marnie, God-” I was super pissed. "There goes my trip to Hawaii; my mom certainly won't let me go now." The officer looked at me for half a second, just long enough to make sure I saw his smirk.

“I’m sorry to do this to you ladies, but I'll have to bring you both in for criminal trespassing.” The driver's door of Marnie's truck was wide open and he happened to peer inside. The pipe was sitting on the floor under the steering wheel.

“Nice pipe,” he said, gesturing towards the truck. He then adjusted his sunglasses and opened the door to the back of the cruiser, motioning us inside. “Criminal trespassing and possession of drug paraphernalia.”

****

“Missy, this is so unlike you,” my mother said, crossing her arms.

“I’m sorry.” What was I supposed to say? I just wished this conversation would end. My mother and step father were seated across the kitchen table from me. It felt like an interrogation.

“The last thing I imagined myself doing today was picking you up from the police station. You’re grounded. Peter and I are going to have to reconsider taking you with us to Hawaii.”

“Mom-” I practically whimpered.

“Quiet. I don't want to hear it. I hope you use this time to think over what you did. You have a bright future and I’m not going to let you waste it away smoking dope with that slutty friend of yours.”

“Marnie’s not bad,” I protested.

“I should have seen this coming. She’s a bad influence. It’s so shameful how she lost that scholarship."

I sighed heavily. I just wanted to go up to my room. I did one bad thing and it was the end of the world.  My mother then held out her hand, palm up across the table. I looked at her blankly, dumbfounded.

“What?”

“The keys to the Subaru and your cell phone. Hand them over.”

“Mom-”

“Melissa Joy Vaughn. Don’t mom me. Give me your keys and your phone, then go to your room.”

I did as I was told. There was no way out of this predicament, I concluded. But they couldn’t keep me from hanging out with Marnie; we had been best friends all senior year.

Just then Nate pulled into the driveway. I could see the headlights of his pickup truck shining in through the window behind my mother’s head. And we could all hear the dirty rap music thundering out of his car, with plenty of bitches and hos, and fuck dis and fuck dats.

I tried not to laugh as I watched Peter and my mother shift uncomfortably, pretending they couldn’t hear the obnoxious filth. Then the engine cut off and the music stopped.

A few seconds later Nate breezed in. He looked scruffier than usual, in a sort of rough and sexy way that made my heart melt.

“Smells like cheeba in here,” he said, crinkling his nose and grinning.

“Nathan,” my mother scolded.

“Good to see you, sis,” Nate said, hugging me tightly. My heart started slamming against my ribs. I thought I had finally gotten over him, more-or-less. But feeling my breasts pressed against his hard body caused all my long-lost aching desires to come flooding back.

“It’s good to see you, too,” I breathed, overcome by the feeling of his body enveloping mine.

“Leave her be,” my mother said. “She’s being punished.”

Nate’s raised his eyebrows in mock reproval. His lips pursed, as if he were saying ohhhhhh.

Fuck you, I mouthed silently, frowning. Nate smiled in his usual, devilish way and swaggered off to his room.

****

I walked up to my room and plopped down on my bed. No phone, no car, and it looked like no Hawaii either. I felt tired, but it wasn’t time for bed yet.

The house was quiet. Nate was next door in his room.  My mom and Peter were probably still arguing over my fate at the kitchen table, their words entirely out of earshot.

One of my hands wandered idly down to between my legs. I touched myself.  Should I?  I had nothing else to do and I was bored.  That was the one thing my whole 'good-girl' image was totally at odds with: my raging sex drive.  Ever since Nate had moved out I had been denied the naughty little thrill of getting off with him right across the wall.

Yeah. Let's do it.

I turned the lights down low, getting the ambiance just right. I adjusted the pillows and closed my eyes. I ran a finger lightly over my lips, enjoying the sensation I felt before moving to my breasts, my soft fingertips sending ripples of pleasure through my body and bringing my nipples to rock-hard attention.

My breasts were so small. Would a boy ever like feeling them? The way I was feeling them right now?  I hoped so, even if they weren’t all curvy and bouncy like Marnie’s.

An unexpected spasm of pleasure coursed through my body, forcing the air out of my lungs in a high-pitched gasp. Just feeling my nipples felt so good. I realized at that moment, as the pleasure seized my body and froze my hands over my breasts, that I could probably make myself come just by feeling them. I kept going, dreaming that it was Nate who was feeling me up.

“Nate...” I whined, as loud as I dared. I could feel my clit pulsing against my tight panties, and the hot slickness between my legs. I hadn’t felt this turned on, this alive, in so long. Having him so near to me still did wonders.

I was getting close.  Was this really happening? I arched my back as yet another little spasm shook me, sending an explosion of cold tingles through my body. My hands were tight against my breasts. When I moved them ever-so-slightly it felt so good, good enough to make me come right then and there.

I abandoned myself to the pleasure and rubbed my nipples deliciously until I came. I squealed quietly as the orgasm squeezed my stomach, making me shudder. I collapsed and caught my breath as the pleasure ebbed away. God, it hadn’t felt that good in so long. I felt so wet I considered changing my panties.

Just then I heard a gentle knock on my door, one that made my heart jump into my throat.

“Sis...?”

“Come in,” I chirped. I was lying bed in my pajamas, wholly decent, even though I had just been through the nastiest, most consuming feelings ever. I reached over to turn on my computer so it looked like I was doing something, not just lying in bed being weird.

“Hey,” Nate said, peering in. “What're you doing?”

I looked up at him. “Nothing,” I answered, feeling a flush creep over my face.

“Sorry to bother you, but do you have a charger that fits my phone?”

“I think so.”  Nate had changed into a pair of plaid pajama pants and an old football t-shirt. I didn’t know why, but he looked so sexy dressed for bed. I shuddered, trying to suppress the inevitable tingle in my sex. I was still soaking wet from cumming just a couple minutes earlier.

I quit ogling him and rolled out of bed. I started rummaging through the drawer where I kept cables, chargers and other electrical junk.

“Hmm,” I said. "I think it might be in my car."

“No luck, huh?” Nate was standing close by, looking over my shoulder and into the drawer.

“Sorry,” I said, softly pressing my fingers against his arm. His hot skin made me shiver. He smelled like he was fresh out of the shower.