American Girl
Huck Pilgrim
Copyright 2012 by Huck Pilgrim
Smashwords Edition
First Edition
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Contents
Introduction
American Girl is a single story from the Summer Shorts series.
In “American Girl,” Rafia Saad longs to be part of the in-crowd at her new high school. She meets Veronica Smith, one of Carnal High’s most popular seniors, who is only too eager to help shy Rafia find an appropriate place in the school’s social hierarchy. Veronica invites Rafia to a summer house party. But the position Veronica has in mind for Rafia involves one of the upstairs guest rooms and most of the boys in the senior class. Like a merry-go-round in a naughty amusement park, Rafia may end up giving each of her classmates a little spin.
American Girl is an adult work that features a single short story in its entirety, totaling about 4775 words or 19 printed pages.
Summer Shorts are brief, erotic stories, just long enough to get you sizzling. Each story takes place in the small town of Carnal, where it’s always burning, no matter what the season.
American Girl
Rafia Saad rang the doorbell and waited for someone to answer. Looking down the quiet residential street, she felt nervous, awkward. If the pink and violet skies offered a portent of the night to come, Rafia ignored it, hoping instead only for a little relief from the sticky summer heat. She smoothed the light cotton fabric of her new party dress: a festive lime print, the hem of which fell just above her knees. Despite its modest cut, Rafia’s father—a wiry man, with a shiny brown head—clucked his tongue disapprovingly as she left the house. Rafia didn’t care. This party, she knew, was her big debut with the other teens from Carnal High. She wanted to look her best. Perfect.
Rafia rang the bell again.
She could hear faint music coming from inside the house. Looking at her reflection in the glass of the door, she flicked a tangle of long dark hair from her shoulder, licked her dry lips. Under her dress Rafia wore a sexy-cut black panty, the single piece of racy clothing she owned, her one prized possession, an indulgence she hid from her father. She imagined later tonight lifting the hem of her dress ever so slightly so that her date might get a glimpse of what she wore underneath.
The door suddenly burst open and loud house music spilled onto the front porch along with Veronica Smith.
One of the most popular girls at Carnal High, Veronica had invited Rafia to the party, even promising to set her up with one of the local boys from the varsity football team. For a new girl in town, Rafia considered herself very fortunate.
“Rafia!” Veronica said, her arms outstretched, a large plastic cup in one hand.
She kissed Rafia delicately on the neck. “You look fabulous.” Leaning back and giving Rafia an appraising look, Veronica pursed her lips and smiled. She had an intensity about her that both intimidated and intrigued Rafia.
“The color of that dress looks amazing with your skin,” Veronica said.
She held the storm door open with her foot, motioned with her head for Rafia to follow. “Come in, come in,” Veronica said. Rafia grinned and made her way into the house.
Part of what intimidated Rafia about Veronica was her incredible beauty: green eyes, creamy skin, and high cheekbones. Her dark hair was straight and shiny, unlike Rafia’s own hair which was wild and tangled and always needed some sort of attention. And part of it was Veronica’s abundance of confidence. Her father was wealthy and this probably accounted for much of her self-assurance. She was also this year’s prom queen and—as Veronica herself liked to point out—had been on the varsity cheerleading squad since she was a freshman. Not only did she always get what she wanted, she always seemed to get the best of everything. Veronica was, Rafia thought, a classic American girl—sexy, popular and assertive.
“Rafia’s here!” Veronica announced to the party.
As she marched Rafia into the kitchen, girls smiled and nodded toward Rafia. The boys were off clustered in small groups of their own. Rafia knew most of their faces, if not all of their names.
“Do you want a drink?” Veronica asked.
Not waiting for an answer, Veronica took an oversize red plastic cup and started to fill it with punch. “Always make your own drinks,” Veronica said in a low, conspiratorial voice. Rafia nodded, reaching for the drink.
She sipped the drink, a fruity concoction spiked with hard liquor. Realizing at once the punch was much too powerful for her, Rafia hid her displeasure. Better to nurse the drink, then risk offending her host.
“I’m going to find Logan,” Veronica said. “You’ll like him. He’s nice—and so excited to meet you!”
Logan Reese was the football player Veronica had promised to introduce to Rafia. An attractive boy, he had a barrel chest and a large head, which rested on his thick shoulders like an upturned pail. Rafia had already decided that—if she had the opportunity—she would sleep with him later tonight. That is, if he’d have her. If he’d want to have sex with her. She imagined he would, and her body tingled with willful anticipation. To Rafia, it seemed as if all the American boys were eager to sleep with most any girl. Likewise, all the girls seemed pretty obliging themselves.
Veronica appeared in the crowded kitchen, this time towing Logan behind her along with her own boyfriend, Chet Morris.
“Rafia,” Chet said. Taking Rafia’s hand in both his own, Chet offered a winning smile.
He was the first-string quarterback for Carnal’s championship football team, the Yellow Devils, and he seemed the perfect match for Veronica: strong-jawed, well-muscled, with an outgoing, exuberant personality. He made small talk about the school’s chances on the gridiron this season, refreshed his drink, then stood sipping. Logan, on the other hand, didn’t seem to have much to say. Rafia chatted with the three of them and gingerly sipped her own drink until finally, Logan, at Veronica’s urging, took Rafia into the living room to dance.
Gesturing for Rafia to lead the way, Logan followed her close behind. He rested his hands lightly on her shoulders, guiding her to the middle of a room where other couples were dancing. A curious boy, Logan always seemed to duck his head shyly before meeting Rafia’s eyes with his own.