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Maria Fuentes 2/2
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MARIA FUENTES
Chapter 2
"Jessica"
Thirteen-year-old Jessica Fuentes was in her bedroom
looking at the book report she had completed in haste last night
when her brother Raul's slamming of the front door startled her
as he left for school. "Oh, I wish he wouldn't do that!" she
sighed to herself. She was already a little cranky from not
enough sleep staying up late to finish her report, so she didn't
need any slamming doors today.
With her schoolbooks and papers all in order, Jessica just
had time to take a quick shower and dress before leaving on the
long bike ride to school. She liked to ride her bike to school
because she was an independent young girl who preferred to do
things her way. She didn't like the idea of mom or dad dropping
her off in front of all the other kids at the junior high (even
on rainy days), and she would not be caught dead on the
schoolbus ("It's just not cool"). But, above all, Jessica felt
free on her bike; she didn't have to adhere to a rigid schedule
nor to anyone else's demands. She could do what she wanted, go
where she wanted.
Grabbing a towel from her linen closet, her large nylon
comb from atop her dresser, and a fresh change of underwear, she
headed to the girls' bathroom at the end of the hall. There were
three bathrooms in the large house: one the three girls shared,
one Raul used, and a master that was part of the large bedroom
of Francisco and Lupe's. And each child had their own bedroom.
Jessica got the shower running at the right temperature and
began to take off her clothes. She had on a white cotton
nightshirt with the San Francisco Forty Niners' football team
logo and a big scarlet number "16" on it. Across the upper
back, also in scarlet, in big block letters was the name
"MONTANA." The nightshirt went down to about her knees and had
half sleeves. She reached down to grab the hem of her shirt,
then began pulling it up, over her head, and off. She pushed
her blue cotton bikini panties down, stepped out of them
quickly, then got in the shower.
As Raul would find out later firsthand, his
thirteenyear-old sister Jessica had an exceptional body. She
had begun puberty a year earlier than her older sister Maria, at
10, and 3 years of development had rounded and curved little
Jessica's body very nicely. She was lithe and smooth, toned and
fit. All her years of bikeriding had paid off well, firming her
thighs and calves . . . and giving her a very wonderful little
butt. It was round and firm and smooth, and stood up high and
out. It seemed meant to be fondled and spanked. As her
physical education teacher, Miss Paulson, would later find out,
Jessica's young ass was simply sculpted perfection.
Steam was quickly building up in the bathroom as the warm
water continued to rain down on little Jessica. She held her
face up to the warm falling spray, closed her eyes and brushed
her wet hair back with both hands. As she did so, her tiny
breasts rose and stood out. They were small and round -- about
the size of her fists -- and the little brown nipples pointed
slightly up. She was proud of her breasts; she knew they were
nicely shaped and a little bigger than most girls of 13. But
she was even more proud of her butt. She knew that guys looked
at her -- even men, sometimes -and she knew why. Sometimes she
didn't like it. But most times she did. Even though she was
still just a young girl, she already found out that a woman with
looks and a great body was a very powerful woman, indeed. She
didn't really know why that was so; she just knew it to be true.
Small rivulets of water ran happily down Jessica's firm,
young body as she shampooed her dark brown hair. Her hair was
short and wavy, which fitted her because she was just coming out
of the tomboy stage. But with the changing of her hormones
these last few months, her mind was changing too. "Maybe I
should let it grow longer," she'd ask herself. "It look nice if
it were long like mom's and Maria's." She thought about it
again this time as she showered, while white bubbles of shampoo
foam slid down the small of her back and finally onto her sweet
white buttocks . . . stopping there . . . lingering. Between
her slightly pointed breasts, other bubbles of white foam
travelled down . . . across her smooth taut tummy . . .
encircling her tiny bellybutton . . . and finally catching in
the small dark curls of her pubic hair. She brought her small
hands down to her tummy to wipe the soap away. Then to her
thighs. Then around behind to her round little ass. She bent
and wiggled and turned, until she was sure that she was
completely sqeaky clean.
Jessica wanted to stay in the warm shower for a little
while longer, but she knew she was already late for school. So
she turned the water off and stepped out of the shower. As she
rubbed her soft body dry with the fresh towel she'd brought, she
thought about the book report she so hastily put together late
last night. "Oh, I hope Mr. Garza likes it," she prayed to
herself. "I need to pass his history class or I can't go on to
8th grade next year. I just couldn't face mom and dad if that
happened..."
And she was right. Lupe and Francisco would be livid if
Jessica had to be kept back a year. As a Fuentes, she was
expected to do well in school. After all, her parents were both
accomplished intellectuals themselves, as was her oldest sister,
Maria. But Jessica was just an average student with a history
of C's and (sometimes) B's. "Oh, you'll do better next year,"
her parents always told her. But she knew she was already doing
the best she could -- and she resented her parents for not
realizing that. Sometimes she even felt they loved Maria more
because she was so bright.
Jessica's stomach felt strange now, like it was tied up in
knots. She stepped into her bikini panties, slipped on her 34-B
bra, wrapped the bath towel around her, and headed down the hall
to her room. Before even getting dressed, she reread again the
book report she'd written last night. It sounded different now,
not what she really wanted to say in it. It was all she had,
though, and there was no time to rewrite it. All she could do
was hope that Mr. Garza would like it after all.
TO BE CONTINUED...
Part 3 will be entitled "Christine." Please write me with you
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