Trailer Trash Teen Ch. 9

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Chapter Nine: Tina on Her Knees
(M/f, M+/f, drugs, oral, petting)
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Tina Carlson was sitting in the corner of the room, her knees pulled up to her chest. Through blurry eyes she stared into the mass of bodies, the large gathering of people at this party. They were oblivious to her presence; completely oblivious to her misery. Either they didn’t see her, or they just didn’t care.

It was nearing eleven, and the house was packed. Tina had been at the party since 9pm or so, having received a ride from Lengths and Melissa. When the three teens had arrived there they’d all felt awkward and self-conscious, surrounded by these college kids who were so much older and therefore cooler, before Michelle’s older sister had found them and made them feel welcome.

Chassidy had wasted no time showing them around the small house and introducing them to the people who were already there. She’d also brought the group of high-schoolers downstairs to show them where the keg was, and Tina had been drinking from it since.

She’d been drunk when Michelle had arrived with Spider at 10:30pm. In her drunkenness, she had rushed to meet her best friend– had rushed away from a pair of 20-something guys whom she’d been flirting with. They had made her feel good because they had obviously been attracted to her– it had felt nice being the object of attention in an innocent way.

She had been so happy to see Michelle, the drunken teenager now thought pitifully. During the ride into the city, she painfully remembered, she’d fantasized about how the two would interact: happy, hugging, best friends having a good time together at a killer party. Maybe, she had even dared to hope, they might sneak away to some room to be alone and re-enact the day’s earlier event in the girls’ bathroom at school. Of course, she had admitted to herself, that encounter may have been a one time thing. But either way she had been looking forward to hanging out with her best friend, even if nothing romantic happened between them.

What she hadn’t expected at all was being brushed off. Michelle hadn’t said a word to her when she arrived, but had given her a cold stare before stepping past. Stunned, Tina had watched Michelle disappear into the throng of people, heading toward her older sister across the room.

This might have been okay. Tina might have been able to rationalize that, get a bit drunker, and still have fun despite her friend’s abrasive demeanor. But then Spider had come over to her sheepishly and whispered into her ear before handing her something.

The girl still held it in her hand. It was a Polaroid photo, one of her from a year before, naked and on her knees posing for the cameraman with a smile on her then 15-year-old face.

“Michelle gave it to me,” Spider had whispered to her. “On the way over. Sorry, I don’t know what it means…”

But Tina did. It could only mean one thing. And so she hadn’t been surprised when, a moment later, she saw Leon walk through the front door. He didn’t seem to notice her as he passed by and moved directly toward Michelle, who was standing with her sister across the mass of people.

Spider had said something to try and comfort her. Tina had ignored him and moved away, the picture clenched tightly in her small left hand. She had tried making her way toward Michelle and Leon, who had put his arm around her best friend’s waist. But Tina had been unable to make much progress through the tightly packed room. Everyone was bigger, blocking her every step. So when she saw Leon and Michelle move together toward the stairs leading up to the second floor, Tina’s eyes had welled up with tears and she had made her way into a corner of the room, slumped down, and started crying.

She had been betrayed by her best friend. Michelle was obviously with Leon, probably had been for some time, but hadn’t told her. Yet she’d fingered her in that bathroom stall. She’d let her taste her delicious, tanned young pussy. They’d both climaxed from one another, and all the while Michelle had hidden the fact that she’d been fucking Tina’s ex-boyfriend, the same guy who’d spread nasty rumors about her. The same guy who had taken those photos, had lied about destroying them; the same guy she had fucked in the darkroom at school to get one of the pictures back. Leon, that asshole. And now he’d taken her best friend, on top of everything else.

Tina felt utterly alone. Michelle had given her the picture for a reason: to make a point. She was siding with Leon, now. And that picture is what she thought of Tina. She thought of her as just a stupid slut.

And now Tina, sitting in the corner of the room with her knees pulled up to her chest, just wanted to go home.

Suddenly the heart-broken girl realized that someone was standing over her. When she looked up she saw that it was one of the two guys she’d been flirting with before Michelle had arrived. He’d called himself Tom, and was a pretty laid back guy with a friendly demeanor. He was tall, sort of lanky, and probably about 23-years-old. He was dressed smartly, ever the college intellectual, with a pair of designer slacks and a tight fitting, black ribbed shirt.

Tina, feeling totally self-conscious under his gaze, sniffed back a tear and forced a smile. “Hey,” she said, trying to sound normal.

“Hey,” Tom replied. Crouching down so he’d be heard over the loud music, he said, “Why’re you so bummed?”

“Huh?” Tina asked, straining to listen.

“Why are you bummed!” he repeated loudly.

“Oh, nothing,” Tina lied. “I’m… drunk, that’s all.”

“Cool,” Tom nodded. “Come on, we’re gonna get high. You in?”

Tina decided she’d like to get stoned. Anything to get her mind off of Michelle and… the Asshole. Standing up awkwardly she said, “Yeah, sounds good.”

She followed Tom across the room, toward the door which led down to the basement. The two went down the stairs to the now familiar area where the keg was set up. A group of people were standing around it, filling plastic cups. Tina realized she had left hers upstairs so she stopped to wait her turn.

She chatted with Tom briefly while they waited. He explained that his buddy was one of the several people who lived in the house, and that he’d dated Chassidy a while back and was still her friend. Tina nodded and tried to pay attention but it was growing increasingly hard for the girl to concentrate. All she could think about was the picture she’d placed in her purse, and what it said about her “friendship” with Michelle.

After getting their beers Tina followed Tom through a door into a finished room. It was a large room with a TV, couch, and other furnishings, including a dartboard and pool table. It was actually pretty nice, nicer than the room where the actual party was happening upstairs, Tina thought.

Presently there were three other men in the room. One of them Tina recognized as Dennis, the guy who she had been talking to with Tom upstairs just before Michelle had arrived. The other two were quickly introduced: one was pretty fat, and quite older than the rest. His name was Luke. The other was nearly asleep, stoned already, and his name was John.

Tina took a seat on the sofa, at the opposite end from the fat guy. The way he was staring at her sent a chill up the young girl’s spine, and she sipped nervously at her beer to avoid his gaze.

Tom pulled a folding chair close to the coffee table and then sat down. Tina alternated her eyes on him and her beer. She was completely out of place, she realized. Everyone else was talking to one another, but none of them were talking to her.

A couple of awkward moments passed before Tina was handed a lit joint from Tom. She gratefully accepted it, eager to get her mind off of what had become an awful night. After taking a long hit, she passed it down the couch to Luke.

The creepy man stared at her as he took the joint from her small hand, but before Tina looked away he said, “You look familiar. What’s yer name again?”

Tina, her lungs still full of smoke, closed her eyes a moment as she exhaled. When she opened them again she saw that Luke was still watching her, his plump, scruffy face turning red as he took a long drag from the joint.

“Uhm, Tina,” the girl coughed in reply.

Luke nodded. After passing the joint over to John, who had miraculously woken up in time for more, he said, “Yeah, you look familiar. You go to school ‘round here?”

“She’s in high school, man,” Tom said. “She’s like, a friend of Chassidy, or something.”

“Out in the suburbs, I bet,” Luke grinned. “Right?”

Tina nervously smiled back, then averted her gaze. She didn’t like Luke one bit, she decided. It wasn’t anything she could put her finger on, but it was as if he reminded her of someone.

“I like your shirt,” John, who hadn’t spoken yet, said in a stoned voice.

It took Tina a moment to realize he was talking to her. When she did she blushed and said, “Uhm, thanks, it’s nothing…”

The shirt really was nothing, too, Tina thought as she stared down at it. It was a tight-fitted black t-shirt with a crew neckline and capped sleeves that left her long slender arms revealed from her shoulders down. Her small girlish breasts, held up by a black nylon bra inside the cotton shirt, strained against the word, “Devilish” written across her chest in large red script.

Tina watched as the joint made its way back to her and when it did, took an even deeper hit than before. She couldn’t help the way Luke’s unyielding stare was making her feel: fearful, embarrassed. Yet it also made her feel excited, in a scary sort of way. She was definitely uncomfortable, but it was strange sort of discomfort.

Time flew by as the first joint was finished and another made the rounds. Tina found herself feeling more and more relaxed, and she was drinking down her beer rather fast as the numbing effects of the weed struck her. She realized that she was no longer thinking of Michelle with Leon, upstairs with him right now, and that gave her all the more reason to continue drinking and smoking.

“Anyone wanna do a line?” Luke offered, out of the blue.

Tina watched as the hefty man slid forward to the edge of the couch and produced a small baggie from his front shirt pocket. With stoned eyes Tina watched as he tapped out a good amount of white powder onto the table top. Next he used a playing card, which had been on the table, to form the powder into lines.

For the first time since she’d gotten there he wasn’t staring at her anymore. It was a relief, yet Tina now couldn’t help but stare at him. Specifically, she found herself watching as he expertly made one, then two, then three long lines of coke.

“I’m cool,” Tom said, getting up from his chair. “Gotta find Chass. She was supposed to hook me up with some friend of hers tonight. You comin’, Teen?”

Tina cringed when he said that. The nickname “Teen” held for her some awful memories. She looked up at him, feeling completely stoned now, and said, “Uhm, no, I wanna just sit. For a while, I mean. You know?”

Tom shrugged. “That’s cool. Later.”

“I’m coming with,” Dennis said, standing up carefully from his seat. “I gotta find Jessica now if I’m gonna get any tonight.”

Tina watched as the two disappeared around the corner, out into the basement again.