FREE FLYING HEARTS -- A collection of short stories from Tonig73

The Second Class Heart -- Prologue

"Did you get them ?"  Lizzie asked excitedly.  Doing something this rebellious, even illegal, made her feel slightly giddy.  Her friend just smirked at her.

"Of course, I said I would, didn't I ?  What do you think ?"  She handed over the small laminated fake ID's, put together from photo's they'd all given her, photo shopped to within an inch of their life.  

"Oh, my God, they're so good !" another friend enthused, turning hers over in her hands, feeling the rebellion bubbling up in her stomach just at reading the print that told her she was now 18.  Lizzie wasn't so sure. 

"They're OK.  They're gonna be able to tell, surely ?"  The friend grumped at her. 

"No, not if they're busy, and tired.  We get there late, smile a lot, show enough leg and cleavage, they'll let us in, even if they don't believe us.  Don't worry .... "

Elisabeth Hope Montgomery was 16 years old, her strong Celtic genes belying her age, her curves even more so.  She was an early bloomer in the physical attributes department, and though she was aware of this, she never quite fully understood why she was so attractive to the red blooded male population.  Tall and voluptuous already, with pale skin, and golden red hair to her waist, she was a dick magnet.  Unfortunately, she had always thought.  Her full breasts heaved slightly when she walked, and her hip sway was mesmerizing.  A friend had told her it was a wonder her hips didn't hit the walls when she walked down the hallway.  She walked boldly and confidently, again belying her age, her head always up as she looked around her.  Just the way she carried herself, and her total oblivion about what the sight of her was capable of doing to even the strongest willed men.

Lizzie got dressed up to the nines that evening, all her friends gathering at her house, chatting and giggling, she was still a little worried about the ID's.  If the bouncers at the club wouldn't let them in, they would keep going until they found somewhere that did.

"It's not too short ?" she worried, craning her neck back, trying to see her full round ass squeezed into submission into her black dress.  

"Yes, but that's the point, isn't it ?" someone asked her.  She guessed it was, having no idea the fuel she would be adding to so many barely controllable fires that night.

The group fled the house by the front door like a gaggle of excited geese, leaving two of their more conservatively dressed friends to say goodnight to Lizzie's parents.

"Have a good time girls ! Say "hi" to Miranda for me !"  Miranda was Lizzie's cousin, and in on the ruse.

"Will do !"  The door slammed behind them, their laughter heard echoing down the driveway.

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"See, that was easy."  Miranda said, "Now .... "  she clapped her hands with glee, looking around her, "The bar !"  As proof of age was required at the door, it wasn't required at the bar, for some reason.

"You don't look old enough" the nice young man behind the bar queried Miranda, "where as you," he took Lizzie's hand, kissing her knuckles gently, "are stunning.  What can I getcha"  Miranda pouted, it had already started.  She loved her cousin to death, but this was always what happened.

"Surprise me."  Lizzie told him.  He smiled, unashamedly flirtatiously, as Lizzie giggled and blushed.  The dance floor was literally heaving, one large mass of humanity, of gyrating, swaying, grinding youth and beauty.  Lizzie felt the breath on her neck a split second before the strong grasp on her wide hips. 

"You know you're gorgeous ?" the voice said.  Nothing about it particularly struck her, it wasn't low and sexy, calm or intriguing.  Pleasant, but vanilla.  Nothing to get excited about.