Test Dummy

Chapter 1

It was during the lunch break that I had the conversation that changed my life. I didn’t realize it at the time, as it only changed my opinion of Claire; my best friend, but what she told me set off what some people would call the domino effect. We were sitting underneath one of many oak tress that formed a kind of perimeter around the school grounds, it was a pretty hot day and we were enjoying the shade. Claire and I had been best friends for over five years, ever since our first day at this school. It was the usual discussion on boys and what we got up to the night before, Claire had made it perfectly clear to me that her and Matt were having regular sex and doing everything they could to find new and exciting ways to do it. My part of the conversation was always the same, that I was playing the waiting game with Rob. I’d had sex before, it was at a house party and I don’t remember much about it, just flashes of memory that would explain the pain I was in the following day. Rob however, remembered everything. His version of events were that I dragged him up stairs and inside of me, lived a horny beast that was begging to be let out. But that’s just what he says whenever I tell him I’m not ready for sex. Claire though knew the truth. She was the only one that did. It wasn’t that I wasn’t ready, I was just, a little inexperienced and worried about not liking the things he would probably like.

“You need a test dummy.” she told me. “A what?” I asked. She laughed, “A test dummy. To try things out on, you know, blow jobs for example. Some girls hate doing them, but some love doing them. You don’t wanna start your first blow job and realize you hate it, because I’m willing to bet that Rob loves them and will just force you down on it making you gag and choke. That adds up to a horrible first time experience and will put you back off sex.”

She made some kind of sense, I guess. But what she said got me thinking; “So did you have a test dummy?” I asked her. Her eyes went wide, as though she didn’t think I’d ask her. She plucked the lolly pop from her lips and thought for a moment whether to tell me.

“Yeah,” she started. “But I wouldn’t really recommend using the same one.” she said. “Why? Who was it?” she could be as elusive in her answers as she wanted, I was still going to find out. “Okay,” she said, “But you can’t tell anyone. And I seriously mean it. Matt knows I’ve been with other men and he’s cool with that, but if he ever finds out who my test dummy was I swear to god I will be ruined, I’d probably have to leave school. In fact I know I’d have to leave school.” she said with complete seriousness, her eyes were locked onto mine as she said it. “Okay no problem, you know you can trust me.” I assured her.

“Well you know how neither one of us have a full set of parents, as in, you an I both have a dad and no mother? Well, my dad was like, drunk. And I mean drunk. And so when he was dozing, I kinda just, unzipped his trousers and sucked him off.”

my mouth dropped open about half way through her tale, she wasn’t looking at me while she spoke, I don’t think she could have even if she tried. “You sucked off your dad?” I asked her. “Fucking hell Claire.” I blurted, she shrugged and started getting defensive, “It was to practise blow jobs. I dunno what made me think, ‘oh there’s my dad drunk and asleep, lets whip out the cock he fired you from and give it a good old suck.’”

I burst into a short laughter, it made her smile and brought her eyes back to me. “Janey, I’ve seriously never wanted to tell you that. But it’s how I learned to suck a cock.” she said. I couldn’t help but ask her; “Did he.. you know..” “Yes,” she replied. “It’s also how I realised I don’t mind swallowing.

I looked at her and knew she was the personification of confidence, whether it was her lacy red bra shining through the thin white school shirt like the bat-signal, or her manner, she was always confident. Except in this moment. So I kissed her on the cheek and told her; “I still love you.”

Later at home I sent a text to Rob telling him that his patience with me will be rewarded some day soon, and that I promised. I looked myself up and down in the full length mirror and knew that it was confidence that I needed, but maybe not the confidence that Claire has. It seemed that today she showed me that her confidence was a mask, hiding the fact that she used her dad as a test dummy for blow jobs. But with her telling me that I couldn’t help but hope that she felt better for it.

I unfastened my school tie and tossed it onto the bed, then began unbuttoning my shirt, my cleavage came into view being propped up by my black push up bra. I dropped the shirt onto the floor and and unzipped my skirt at the hip, after it dropped next to the shirt I stepped out and continued to stare at myself in the mirror. My little black panties and long grey socks were all that I stood in. using my two thumbs I lowered the front of my underwear, revealing to myself the small patch of pubic hair I had shaved around about an inch above my vagina. As I turned slightly to glimpse a portion of my ass there was a quick knock at my bedroom door and then it swung open, “Jane I-” my dad stopped mid sentence and seemed frozen to the spot, we both did. “Sorry.” he quickly said and shut the door. I could feel the burn on my face, my dark brown hair never did offer any sort of camouflage.