DR. HOOTERS - Part XI
by Servax
Marsha's Quince (pr. keen-say)


Sherrie  Rodriguez  turned  to  her  friend  Marsha  Sanchez.  "I
**know** its your quince, Marsha, but if your gonna have it at my
house, you're gonna have to invite her."
 
Marsha was far from uninterested in  what  Sherrie  had  to  say.
Having  her quince at the Rodriguez' house would insure its being
the social event of the end of the school year.  Also, Sherry was
her oldest and dearest friend.  She looked at Sherry imploringly.
"But I don't know her.  Would she come?"
 
"My brother wants her to come.  He says he's seen her at  school,
and  he's  just  dying to know her."  Sherrie began polishing her
nails absent-mindedly with an emory board.  "And if Marty doesn't
come,  I  can't  guarantee that Manny will show up.  You know how
these boys stick together."
 
"If he met her at school, how come I don't know her?", asked Mar-
sha.
 
"I didn't say he met her at school, querida", replied Sherrie, "I
said  he  **saw**   her at school.  She goes to the school behind
the High School."
 
"The  **GRADE**  school  behind  McArthur?",   screamed   Marsha,
"Just  how  old   is  this little slut?  I'm not doing  any baby-
sitting at my quince.  Is she twelve?"
 
"Actually, she has an older sister who goes to the same  school",
replied Sherrie.  "I think the sister's twelve.  I think Amanda's
eleven.  Doesn't matter, though.  Marty pointed her  out  to  me.
She looks an easy fifteen.  I'd be surprised if she's not already
passing."
 
Marsha was glum.  "Eleven years old.  All the equipment, all  the
horsepower,  no brakes."  She thought for a while.  "OK, I'll in-
vite her, for you and for Marty."
 
"Invite the sister, too", ordered Sherrie.
 
Marsha's mouth opened wide, but Sherrie prevented  the  outburst.
"I've **seen** these two, you haven't.  What did you look like at
eleven?"
 
"Braces on my teeth, band-aid on my knee.   All  wrists,  elbows,
knees and ankles.  Not a pretty sight."
 
"Right", observed Sherrie, "and you turn fifteen  on  the  ninth.
You didn't turn out bad at all, querida, and if you don't believe
me, you can ask any one of my brothers.  But  these  girls,  they
both  look  better  than we do right now.  They're thoroughbreds,
and they're gonna be like skyrockets, sabe?  If we let them hitch
a  ride  with us now, maybe they'll let us hitch a ride with them
later on."
 
Marsha slipped her  hand  into  Sherrie's.   "You're  right,  you
know".
 
"I always am, querida".
 
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The invitations arrived at  Blair's  and  Amanda's  apartment  in
cream  colored  linen  envelopes the richeness of which astounded
everyone.  Mary was a little apprehensive about letting her girls
go  to  a  social  function at which there would be both boys and
girls, but Blair and Amanda pestered her continually,  until  fi-
nally she gave in.
 
"The Rodriguezes are a well-off family.  You're gonna  need  some
fancy  clothes"  Mary said as she marked the ninth of June in red
on the calendar.
 
Of course, Blair and Amanda could think of little except the par-
ty,  and  what  they were going to wear.  For swimming, the suits
they already had were servicible.  With swimwear,  what's  under-
neath is much more important, after all.
 
But they needed formal outfits for the presentation,and jeans and
tops  for  the  dance  afterwards.   Mary  gave it a good deal of
thought.  These were girls whose families  indulged  their  every
whim.   It  was necessary that her girls be well-dressed, but not
to compete with their hosts needlessly.  It  took  a  while,  but
they  finally  found  the  perfect outfits;  for Amanda, a formal
gown in cream with a peach colored floral design, a white  V-neck
snd  white gloves.  For Blair, she chose a light green dress with
yellow highlights, and yellow gloves.
 
For the dance afterwards, she decided  to  let  them  splurge  on
Guess  jeans  with  matching  tops.  The girls wanted to show off
some titty, which was not surprising, given their  ages  and  the
relative  abundance of that commodity with them, and its relative
scarcity elsewhere in their age group.  They chose  buff-coloured
t-shirts  that scooped down daringly in front, held together by a
leather thong tied shoe-lace style across their chests.
 
The Rodriguez' house was an imposing manse in the northern end of
the  county,  surrounded  by  trees  and shrubbery.  Mary dropped
Blair and Amanda off at the gate, waited as they rung  the  bell,
and were ushered inside.  Then she drove off.
 
Sherrie Rodriguez, the third daughter of  the  wealthy  Rodriguez
family, met them at the gate, and offered them her cheek to kiss,
in the Latin style.  "Mandy!  Blair!   I'm  so  glad  you   could
make  it!",   she   bubbled,   "Come  on up to the house.  Let me
show you off!  You two look good enough to  eat.   Who  did  your
hair?   You **must** tell me."
 
Blair and Amanda were astonished by the attention they  were  re-
ceiving  from  such  a rich and important person, and Amanda art-
lessly blurted out, "Our Mom did our hair, actually."
 
Sherrie laughed.  "Oh, how delightful!  She did a  wonderful  job
with you two."
 
Actually, Mary had spent a good deal of time on the  girls'  hair
and  makeup,  an  investment which had paid rich dividends.  Both
Blair and Amanda looked years older than their  age,  and  glowed
with  youth,  good health, and excitement.  If any other had been
there to observe, he would have thought Sherrie, who was fifteen,
the  youngest of the trio.  Her legs had less shape, and her bust
was smaller.
 
Sherrie ushered them into the house, where they found  the  party
already  in  full  swing.  Blair and Amanda felt themselves swept
into a world of teenage privilege and glamour beyond their imagi-
nations,  and  listened  breathlessly  as  the other girls talked
about yacht parties on Biscayne Bay, summers in Spain,  modelling
assignments  on  South  Beach, boyfriends with horses and college
guys with Mercedes convertibles. The astounding  thing  was  that
all  these fine girls were treating them almost as equals.  Blair
and Amanda added little to these  conversations,  which  actually
raised  their stock in the sight of their new friends, who appre-
ciated little more than the adoring silence of girls more beauti-
ful than they.
 
The climax came with the presentation of Marsha Sanchez,  on  the
arm of Sherrie's father, and the  young  men in in their tuxedos,
then Marsha danced with her cousin  Domingo.  After that, all the
young  men  began  to choose partners for the presentation waltz.
Blair and Amanda  were  so  excited,  they  didn't  notice  their
breasts tingling.  They were tingling all over.
 
Sherrie came up with two extremely handsome  young  men,  one  on
each  arm.  "Blair, Amanda, I want you to meet my brother, Marty,
and his friend Eric Preston."  SHe opened her arm to indicate her
two  charges.  "This is Blair Reilly and her sister, Amanda Quin-
tero.  I'll leave you all to get acquainted." then she wafted off
to another corner of the room.
 
Blair surveyed Eric.  He was a blonde haired, green eyed  boy  of
medium  height,  with broad shoulders and a narrow waist.  He had
wavy hair and a kind smile, and Blair decided she liked him.   He
invited her to dance, and she accepted.
 
Marty, on the other hand, was a very  tall  Cuban  boy  with  jet
black  hair and eyes dancing with fire, grabbed Amanda's hand and
pulled her out to the floor.  "Amanda", he whispered, "I've  been
waiting weeks to meet you.  I'm so glad..."
 
Amanda was puzzled.  "But where have you seen me?", she asked.
 
"At school", he replied, "and you were at the fence."
 
Amanda blushed red.  "Then you know... , I..., you...", she sput-
tered.  It came back to her now, the tall, handsome Cuban boy, on
the track team, who always seemed to  be  smiling  at  her.   Her
breasts  felt  like they were on fire.  She snuggled in closer to
Marty, and when her chest met his, it was like an electric  shock
went through her.  She sighed.
 
"I know you're only twelve years old, Amanda", Marty whispered in
her  ear,  "but I'll never tell anyone.  I want you to be my date
tonight.  After the presentation, they'll let  us   change,   and
the  rock  band will be playing out by the pool,and we can really
have some fun."
 
Amanda looked up into his shining eyes,  like  the  eyes  of  the
pirate  on  the cover of her book.  He doesn't know, she thought,
leaning her head against Marty's chest.  She scratched  the  side
of her left breast.  Her breasts were burning badly now, and even
the chafing of her bra, and her gown were almost insupportable.
 
The waltz stopped, then Marsha's father, with  Sherrie's  by  his
side,  announced  that  the  young  people could change, and that
their party would continue out by the pool.
 
Eric and Marty made Blair and Amanda promise them to meet them by
the pool, then they disappeared with the other boys to change out
of their formal wear. Blair and Amanda exited the  ballroom  with
the  other  girls, passing up the stairs into a hall full of bed-
rooms where they changed into their less formal clothes.

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