"You'll have more fun without me," Cissy said.

"I probably will," Pam said. "You'll want to leave after five minutes."

"I'll wait for you here," Cissy said. "Take all the time you want. I've never seen so many hot guys in my life."

She squeezed her bare legs together, clamping them rhythmically against each other a few times.

Pam stood up, disgusted by Cissy's shameless behavior. "See you later," she said. "You better be here when I get back. Don't get too sunburned."

As Pam climbed the steps of the historical museum, she looked back across the mall and saw Cissy splashing her bare feet in the fountain like one of the three little kids who were now kicking water at each other. From this distance, Cissy looked much younger than the teenage girl she was. With her upturned nose, her shoulder length, sandy-blonde hair, her round face and slightly chunky body, she looked like a chubby little pixie. Cissy really wasn't fat; she was just well developed in the hips and bust, slightly over-developed for her height. As she kicked her feet, slapping them down on the water's surface, her pointed toes made her look like a schoolgirl gymnast performing warm-up exercises.

Pam shook her head, and despite her disgust at Cissy's unsophistication, she couldn't help but smile at her friend's cute, childish looks. She watched Cissy cross one leg over the other and swing the crossed-over leg rhythmically, keeping her bare toes pointed like a gymnast. It was as if Cissy was trying to gain attention, as if she were performing for the endless flow of people passing the fountain. Also, Pam could tell that Cissy had crossed her legs for more than to gain attention. As Cissy rhythmically kicked her upper leg, she was working her pussylips together under her tight, light-blue shorts. Pam knew that Cissy masturbated a lot. Cissy had admitted many times to Pam that she jerked off quite often.