The Electrician
by jallen944 ©

Part 1

Pam watched Debbie with wide eyes. Debbie took a pack of cigarettes out of her purse, put one in her mouth and lit it. She inhaled deeply, tilted her head back, and blew the smoke into the air. Debbie noticed Pam staring.

"What are you looking at? You never saw anyone smoke before?"

Pam tore her eyes away, looking down at her hands. "No, I just-"

"You want one?"

Debbie held the pack out in her direction. Pam stared at it. Would Debbie stop being her friend if she refused? She was curious, but ...

"No, thanks," Pam said, holding her breath.

Debbie shrugged and put the pack back in her purse. Pam let her breath out.

They sat outside the back doors of the college gym, in the warm sunshine. Pam turned the second half of her ham sandwich in her hand and dumped it back in the brown paper bag.

"I can't wait 'til I get my own car," Pam said. She sat on the bike rack and adjusted her position, with her feet hooked through the bars.

"Me too," Debbie said, with long puffs on her cigarette.

The doors opened and two girls came out. They were laughing, and stopped when they saw Debbie and Pam. They walked away like snobs, with their noses turned up.

"What a bitch," Debbie said. "She thinks she's so hot 'cause her Daddy makes a lot of money."

She stuck her middle finger up at the girls' backs, but neither noticed. Pam looked around quickly, hoping no one saw anything.

"Check that shit out," Debbie said, pointing across the field behind the science building where a group of people was playing softball. "I can't stand all that running and shit. It's for faggots."

Pam frowned. The people looked like they were having fun. She hoped she would get to play softball, too.

The doors opened again and a guy came out, wearing shorts and a t-shirt. He glanced at Debbie and walked out to the field.

"He's pretty hot. What do you think?" Debbie said.

Pam watched the way his ass moved in his shorts. "He's cute. What's his name?"

"How the hell should I know? I thought you knew everybody."

Pam frowned again. "I forgot most of their names."

"Yeah, I know what that's like," Debbie said with a chuckle.

"Hey Debbie?" Pam said.

"Yeah?"

Pam fiddled with her fingers. "Um, what was it you said about guys with big dicks?"

Debbie stared at her for a second, like she didn't understand what she just said.

"They're better fuckers. Every girl who's had a horse stud knows that."

"Oh," Pam said, looking at her hands. "What's a horse stud?"

Debbie laughed. "It's a guy who's got a cock like a horse. You ever see a horse's cock?"

"No."

"They're like really, really long and thick. You find a guy who's hung like that? Mmm, it just fills you up and makes you cum and cum ..."

She stared up at the sky with a dreamy look in her eyes.

"Have you ever ... Have you ever fucked a horse stud?" Pam said.

Debbie sighed. "No. I only seen them in pictures, you know, in those dirty magazines? They all got guys with really big dicks and the girls who fuck them all look like they like it so much. I'm still looking for a guy like that. One day I'll find one. Then I'll fuck his brains out."

"How big?" Pam said.

"What?"

"You know. How big? A horse stud, like you said."

"How big what?"

Pam shifted uncomfortably on the bike rack, then finally just said the words. "How big would a guy's ... cock ... have to be to be a horse stud?"

"Oh, I don't know. Pretty big. Not like most little pricks, you know. Some guys think they're so hot and they got nothing in their pants, you know?"

Pam nodded, but she didn't know. She held her hands apart, trying to remember the length of Ethan's dick.

"How about this big?" she said.

Debbie's eyes got real big and she laughed.

"Yeah, that would definitely be a horse cock. I'd never let a guy near me who was that big. That's too fucking big. He'd fucking split me open." She took a deep puff of her cigarette and looked at Pam again. "Why? Who do you know who's that big?"

Pam dropped her hands. "No one, I was just, you know ..."

The door opened again. Pam's words caught in her throat. It was him. He looked right at her and smiled. She thought she was going to faint.

"He's really hot," Debbie said. "Great ass."

"Yeah," Pam said in a weak, breathy voice. "His name's Joe Molino."

"You know him?"

"Yeah," Pam said.

Debbie laughed. "You're hot for him."

"No I'm not."

"Yeah you are. I can see it by the way you look at him. Look at you."

"Shut up. I am not."

"Jesus, Pam, you wanna have his baby, don't you?" Debbie said.

Pam started to speak, but closed her mouth. She looked at Joe again.

"I knew it," Debbie said. "You want him bad."

"Maybe I do. So what?" Pam said.

"So nothing. So go get him. I bet he's got a horse dick."

Pam hesitated. She hadn't thought of that.

"I couldn't do that," she said. "I can't just walk up to him and ask him to have sex with me."

"Sure you can. It works. How else are you gonna find out what he's got in his pants?"

Pam shook her head. Joe was walking away down the sidewalk. God how she would love to go to bed with him, just one time.

"I couldn't," she said.

"Then I will," Debbie said, and pushed herself away from the wall. She waved to Pam. "See ya."

Pam stared at her with her mouth open. How could she dare go after he boy she wanted? That was so ... so ... She couldn't think of the words. She smashed her lunch bag into a tiny ball, slammed it into the trash container, and went inside, kicking the door open.

* * * *

Joe heard footsteps behind him and glanced back. It was one of those girls, the one with the dark hair. He remembered hearing something about her.

"Hey Joe, wait up," she said.

He stopped. She trotted up next to him, smiling. She flicked a lock of hair from her face.

"I'm Debbie Holtz, remember me?" she said.

"Yeah, I do. What's up?"

"Not much. Mind if I walk with you?"

"No. I'm just going home for lunch."

He started walking and she walked beside him.

"Oh yeah? Where do you live?"

"Just around the block."

"That's cool," Debbie said.

She glanced back a few times until they rounded the corner.

"I'm not hungry. I had lunch already."

"Ok," Joe said. "Won't you be late for class?"

"Naw. I got plenty of time."

Joe just nodded. If she wanted to skip class, that was her business.

"You got plenty of time, too," she said.

"Yeah? For what?"

"You know." She slipped her hand into his. "If no one's home at your house, we can fool around."

"Fool around?"

"Yeah, you know, we can make out or stuff."

Joe stopped and faced her.

"What stuff?" he said.

Debbie shrugged and smiled. Her fingers played with the fingers on his hand.

"You know, stuff. You wanna fuck me?"

"Fuck you?" Joe said.

"Yeah, what, are you hard of hearing?" She looked around, stepped closer and lowered her voice. "I'll let you do anything you want to me." She leaned close and her tongue licked his cheek.

He pushed her away and she had a hurt look in her eyes.

"Listen, you're real pretty and all, but you're like, not my type. No offense."

"You don't wanna fuck me?" she said, glaring at him with an astounded, angry face.

"No. Sorry," he said.

She reached up to smack him, but he ducked out of the way.

"You can just go to fucking hell," she said, and stormed off down the sidewalk back toward the school.

Joe watched her go, shaking his head. She was pretty, all right, and she had a nice body. It was too bad it wasn't her friend, the girl with the lighter hair. Pam McCullen, that was her name. She was pretty, too, more pretty than Debbie. He would kill for a chance to be with her, just once.

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