Betty the All-American Cock Tease by RetroFan

I noticed that Eric also headed back inside at the same time as I did, and from my bedroom I noticed that Eric’s bedroom curtains again were twitching? A spot of bird watching perhaps? Or spying on the girl next door?

Knowing it was the latter, I went into the bathroom and opened the window, before unclasping and pulling down my panties and sitting down barefoot on the toilet, the seat again left up thanks to my ever thoughtful brothers. This time I wasn’t on the toilet as long as this morning for the simple reason I only needed to pee, but no doubt Eric enjoyed the show and focusing his binoculars upon my pussy and my pubic hair, me keeping my knees wide apart as I sat urinating into the toilet so he would have a good view between my legs.

My pee over, I got toilet paper and wiped my wet urethra and vulva, then stood up and flushed the lavatory, pulling up my panties and overalls, then washing my hands and leaving the bathroom. Eric would see more interesting things in my bedroom as I undressed completely and put on my sports briefs and bra, then my baseball uniform, a light blue uniform with knee-length pants and matching light blue socks. I braided my blonde hair into two long plaits, and put on my light blue baseball cap, grabbed my catchers’ mitt and was ready to go.

While all this was happening, my brothers had been getting ready, Johnny, Andy and Richie packing overnight bags. The two younger boys were already outside as Johnny and I emerged, me holding the keys to our parents’ car to drive into town. Andy and Richie were staring at a passing aircraft that flew away at some distance, a Catalina sea plane.

Johnny laughed. “You two boys looking for UFOs again?”

Andy and Richie turned around and became defensive. “No,” Andy asserted.

“No we were looking at the plane, not for flying saucers,” said Richie.

It was my turn to laugh. “Who are you two kidding, you’re obsessed with flying saucers.”

“No, you are obsessed with flying saucers Betty,” Richie said, my younger brother glowering at me.

“Yes, I am,” I joked sarcastically, knowing that my two brothers were well and truly caught up in the UFO craze that had been sweeping America since the last summer. “So, have you remembered your toothbrushes?”

Andy snorted in derision as we went into the garage. “Yes Mom!”

The boys put their things in the trunk, and while Andy and Richie climbed into the back of Dad’s car, while I got into the drivers’ side and started it. Johnny stayed outside to close the garage door after I reversed out, then jumped into the front passenger seat. Before I could back out further, Andy yelled out, “Hey Betty, there’s your boyfriend!”

Puzzled that Bobby was here as he was supposed to meet us at the sports ground, I turned to look and there was Eric, pacing up and down near the bus stop looking worried.

“Yeah, really funny Andy,” I said.

“Eric really loves you, Betty,” said Richie, he and Andy laughing.

“Yeah, he does love you,” said Andy. “Betty, Betty, where for art thou, Betty?”

“He is such a square,” said Richie. “But he loves you Betty.”

From the back seat of the car, both of my younger brothers began to sing. “Eric and Betty, sitting in a tree, K I S S I N G!”

“Okay, you need to stop making fun of poor Eric,” said Johnny.

“But he’s a loser, and it’s fun to tease losers,” asserted Andy.

“Yeah!” agreed Richie.

“No it’s not, how would you feel if some boys thought you were losers and teased you?” I pointed out. I noticed that Eric was pacing up and down still, looking most worried. “I wonder what’s wrong with him? We’d better see.”

“Oh, you’re not going to stop are you?” the horrified Andy asked.

“Yeah, if any of the other kids from school see they’ll think we’re squares too,” complained Richie bitterly.

“Shush,” Johnny warned our younger brothers, who looked out the car in dismay least should anyone from their Junior High be in the vicinity and see me stop and wind down the window.

“Hey Eric, everything okay there?”

Eric looked at the sky and then the sidewalk. “Mother said I could go into town.”

“Well, that sounds nice,” I said.

“It would be but I missed the bus and now I have to wait another hour,” said Eric. “I would ride my tricycle but one of the tyres was flat. I pumped it up but I’m worried it might go flat again and I’d get stuck in town.”

The very mention of the word ‘tricycle’ had my younger brothers cringing in horror. They were embarrassed enough to live next door to a boy who at age 18 rode a tricycle, hearing the subject mentioned in conversation made them want to run away and join the army.

“Well, that’s no good, but how about we give you a lift?” I suggested. “We’re going into town anyway?”

“Are you sure Betty?” Eric asked nervously.

“Of course I am, plus it will save you money,” I said. “Now you’ll only have to buy a bus fare home.”

“Okay, thanks Betty,” said Eric. “As long as it is okay?”

“Yeah, it’s swell,” said Johnny. He turned to Andy and Richie. “Boys, shift over so Eric can get in the back.”

The boys rolled their eyes and did what Johnny told them only with the greatest reluctance, and they looked most horrified as Eric got into the back of the car and sat with them.

“Thanks Betty,” Eric said.

“My pleasure,” I said as I drove down the street, Andy and Richie looking at the floor as much as they could, in case any classmates saw their faces.

“So um, ah, Betty, are you going to play softball today?” Eric asked.

Andy snorted with derision. “No of course not, she’s just dressed like that for fun.”

“Andy, mind your manners,” Johnny warned as I brought the car to a stop sign, and Andy and Richie slid down further in their seats as they saw a group of boys and girls from their school riding towards us and worried that they might be seen with America’s biggest square.

Finally we arrived at our first destination, and to the relief of Johnny and myself our younger brothers they were dropped off to our aunt and uncle’s house to sleep over with their cousins and the other boys. The speed they both ran towards the house suggested that they might make the USA running team for the upcoming London Olympics this summer.

“Sorry about our brothers, they have no manners sometimes,” I said to Eric.

“I haven’t got any brothers,” said Eric, somewhat sadly. “Nor any sisters. Or cousins.”

“So where were you headed?” I asked.

“I um, thought maybe, if you don’t mind, if nobody else minds, that I might watch you play softball?” Eric asked nervously.

“Of course, you don’t need to ask,” I said laughing. “Anyone who wants to go can go.”

“Please don’t tell Mother, she doesn’t like sports,” Eric pleaded.

“I won’t say anything, cross my heart, hope to die,” I said.

“Neither will I, your secret is safe with me,” Johnny assured our nervous neighbor.

We reached the sports ground where our softball team played and we got out of the car when I parked it, Eric managing to trip as he did so and go sprawling, his glasses falling off his nose.

“Eric, you okay?” I asked, as Johnny and I helped him back to his feet and got his glasses, which fortunately were not broken.

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