Debby jumped off the swing. She had the itch to do something forbidden. She'd already pretended to be deathly ill, which had gotten her out of church this morning. Her mother had felt her flushed forehead and had decided that Debby actually did have a fever. If she'd actually had any fever it had come from thinking about some of the things Roxanne had told her about before Roxanne had been torn from her life. Debby could hardly imagine that any of those things Roxanne had told her were true, but they sure were intriguing, and they got her all hot and bothered.

Debby clutched her pussy through her shorts. She felt like going into the house and jerking off – something Roxanne had taught her how to do. Then she realized that this morning she could actually call Roxanne. For once she could talk on the phone without one of her parents being within ear-shot. For once all the nosy, eavesdropping old biddies who shared the party line were safely it church. Her heart slamming with excitement, she bounded barefoot up the front steps of the house and across the front porch and through the screen door, letting it slam shut behind her as she'd never dared do when her parents were home.

She dialed Roxanne's number and a sleepy voice answered.

"Roxanne?"

"Debby?" The voice perked up. "I don't believe it! You're still alive. I haven't heard your voice in over a month."

"I got out of going to church this morning," Debby said. "I'm home all alone, so I had to call you."

"I miss you," Roxanne said. "I can't wait for school to start so we can see each other again."

"Me neither," said Debby. "What've you been doing?"

"What haven't I been doing!" said Roxanne.

"You're still going out with men?"