Chapter 49
Dating Smart Guys...

Caitlin and Howard beat the dinner rush at Andrea's by just enough that they could get seated immediately without a reservation. When they were settled, Howard's mind returned to the question that had been eating him for hours -- and while it remained unvoiced, it was written all over his face.

Caitlin leaned forward, deliberately giving his eyes the drop-shot between her breasts (he was so cute about it, too, looking and then catching himself and pretending he hadn't), and asked the leading question, "What's wrong, Howard -- you're being awfully quiet..."

"I'm wondering..."

"Why?"

"Yes." Howard sat for a moment. "What has suddenly changed?"

Caitlin pursed her lips, and said, "Well, this is going to sound silly, but I suddenly realized what you were up to! I mean, I guess I knew all along, but you're terrible at trying to pick up girls, you know? It was easy to believe that you weren't REALLY trying to accomplish anything..."

Howard sighed and looked exasperated. "So what made you realize..."

Caitlin sipped her wine. "Um, well, it was my daughter, actually. Her new boyfriend is, well, somewhat different than her usual choices, and when I asked her why, I got some surprising answers. She said that she'd discovered that smart boys don't know how to pick up girls; something about seeing more ways to do it and getting confused, or something. Apparently, they're looking for a better way -- only THAT doesn't work because girls aren't expecting anything seriously new, and just think they're weird... I don't suppose I'm explaining this well..."

"Well, the bits and pieces I'm getting seem to fit the puzzle..." Howard replied, frowning and shaking his head in incredulity.

"She also says they tend to be really honest and not to expect anything much in return when they do things for you -- apparently, it has something to do with this better way..." Caitlin shrugged, obviously at a loss to understand that particular piece.

"Caitlin, have you ever run across the concept of chivalry?" Howard's exasperation overflowed.

"Huh? Oh, sure. That's when guys open doors for girls and such... Oh! OH!" Suddenly, the lights came on. "It's like THAT?"

Howard nodded. "Yes, it's like that..." His tone said that Caitlin was more than a little dense.

"You poor thing!" Caitlin started a move to touch his hand, but aborted it. "Then again, I'm not the only one, am I?"

"Well, no."

"Surely you've gotten lucky occasionally?"

"Not so you'd notice," Howard looked away glumly.

"Oh."

Dinner arrived, forcing a pause while each of them assessed the situation. After a bit, Howard observed, "Now you're thinking pretty hard, over there. Can I ask what about?"

"Um." Caitlin covered her mouth and dispensed with the piece of fish she'd been chewing. "Sorry. Well, I'm in kind of a pickle. I'm as bad at picking guys as you are at attracting women. I've long since given up on relationships -- I've learned that staying independent keeps me from ending up black and blue. On the other hand, I still like, um, to be with a guy occasionally. Usually, I can handle that by going to a bar..." She gazed at him pensively. "Now, here I am out with you -- and there are... problems. One big one is that we work together -- if things don't work out, I could end up needing a new job!"

Howard blinked. "Oh, I'd NEVER cause THAT! Chivalry, remember?"

"Oh -- so, it's like, no harm, no foul?" Caitlin confirmed.

Howard pursed his lips. "Yeah, like that."

"Okay." Caitlin sat a moment. "Um. I guess the other thing is not doing relationships. I don't. But if things go really well, I might change my mind... I'm just not sure how to approach the whole thing." She frowned. "If we go at it like I usually handle these things, then I might... ruin something better..."

Howard smiled. "If it'll help, I've always been attracted by your independence. The few women I've ever attracted were looking for marriage to a CPA -- matchmaking by someone's mother, usually." Howard rolled his eyes. "You can imagine, I bet. Anyway, that's never been a thing with you, and it's... refreshing."

Caitlin laughed. "Being a CPA doesn't get you hot babes?"

Howard shook his head, smiling. "Being a movie star gets you babes. Being a CPA gets you Grade C gold-diggers with grasping Jewish mothers..."

Caitlin giggled. "So what else attracts you to me? I'm no doubt Grade C, too..."

Howard's expression indicated that he was only semi-serious when he replied, "Well, I'd have said you were a good Grade B -- and Grade A isn't worth the trouble, even if it WAS attainable."

Caitlin laughed and rolled her eyes. "Grade B? Me? I don't even want to SEE your Grade C! Omigawd!"

Howard's face turned serious. "What do you think is so wrong with you?"

"Howard, I've been out on the shelf at the meat market many times -- I know I'm not anybody's number one choice! If I was a horse, you'd avoid me for my teeth, and my legs are, well, hopeless..." Howard blinked in confusion, and Caitlin detected it, but she was on a roll, "I'm skinny, and these things on my chest might look good with a bra to prop them up, but they aren't exactly bikini babe hooters..."

Howard pursed his lips. "Okay, that's YOUR opinion. Want to hear mine?"

"Sure." 'This'll be good...'

"You have a beautiful, carefree smile that lights up your face -- I can't really remember ever worrying too much about your teeth -- besides, it looks like they're all there... Your legs are adorable -- they make you look like a pixie. They're different, but I love to look at them. I find them to be an endearing feature, not anything hopeless. You've borne at least one child, yet you didn't puff up like a toad and stay that way, which says good things for how you take care of yourself. As for your breasts, well the parts I've seen look good to me..."

Somewhere in the middle of this dissertation, Caitlin's mouth slammed shut and her eyes got big. There was something about the mixed bag that Howard presented... "Goodness! Either you're a silver-tongued devil or..." Waitaminnit! She KNEW he wasn't THAT! What had Erin said? 'Smart guys don't lie' or words to that effect... That left... "So, uh, just how bad have you got it?" Howard shut up suddenly and looked away, embarrassed. "Oh. My. God!"

"It's not like that," Howard muttered defensively -- but he wouldn't meet her eye.

"It isn't? I feel awful -- not to mention stupid -- for not having noticed, but I think you're off your rocker. Why me? You could do better -- almost anywhere!"

"I'm not hopelessly in love or anything..."

"It's probably a crush. God, that's terrible! I'll NEVER live up to your daydreams!"

"Oh, come on! You're exaggerating here!" But he still avoided her eyes.

"And you're an AWFUL liar! Do you know that?"

"Look, you don't expect me to admit to any such silly thing, do you?"

Howard was quite proud of that little piece of misdirection until Caitlin shot it down. "Maybe not," she chuckled, "but the fact that you won't admit to it doesn't make it false..."

Nothing seemed to be working, so Howard shut up, shrugging. More argument would be just that; nothing would be resolved. Yes, he had a thing for Caitlin, but he was an adult, and you didn't let such thing get away from you, did you? Especially if they're going strictly nowhere... On the other hand, here they were, at dinner together, on what most people would call a date; this was the closest to success that Howard had been in some time...

"So, after dinner? What kind of plans do you have?" Caitlin asked.

Howard blinked. Caitlin had more or less run things thus far; he'd not even thought about it. "Whatever you'd like, I guess."

"That covers a lot of ground," Caitlin replied. "Do you dance?"

"Uh, not really." Howard blushed.

"Hmmmm. Want to learn?"

"Fast stuff?" He'd look like a donkey or something.

"Some. Some slow stuff, too -- it's more fun and easier to keep your feet under control." Caitlin replied.

"Okay. I'm not exactly up to speed on the modern stuff."

"I know a club for old fogies like us. Nothing too new and embarrassing."

"Okay, then."

Dinner at the Wilson manor was a small family gathering -- just Armand, Sharon, Nora and Nate. Jason ate in his quarters; Inez shuttled back and forth between there, the dining room, and the kitchen, servicing both her master and the family. Leticia served, too, still in her somewhat altered bikini. Except...

Armand glanced at Leticia and frowned. "Where is the tail?"

"Boris told me that I should remove it, Sir," Leticia said carefully.

"Really?" Armand's eyebrows went up. He punched the intercom.

"Yes?" Consuelo answered.

"Get me Boris."

"Boss?" Boris, eating in the kitchen, answered the page.

"Did you tell Leticia that she could remove the tail?"

"Da."

"Why?"

Boris chuckled. "I don't want her -- how you say? -- bung ruined before I get in there. It is for me to have fun in, nyet? I want it to close up again, first."

"Ah. Carry on, then. See that she cleans it well." Armand went back to his dinner, as did Boris.

Bianca ate in the kitchen with the servants, under Velma's watchful eye. Pete was there, too, but he avoided eye contact and escaped quickly. "Wat's wit' yo' girl?" Velma asked, seeing Bianca's glum expression.

"I don't want to talk about it right now," Bianca replied, glancing around.

"Pete, then?" Charles asked. The Wench, kneeling at his right and accepting forkfuls of food from him, grinned around her mouthful of baked sole filet.

Bianca glared at Charles, but Inez, bustling in from the dining room, had caught the reference. "You don't look any different," she rasped. "Sex with the handsome gringo child-molester wasn't the big thing you thought it would be?"

"It didn't happen, Mama," Bianca replied. "Somehow, you spoiled the mood!"

"Good!" Inez retorted. "He's twice your age! What future do you have with him?"

"So suddenly age is a big thing?" Bianca complained. "In the old country, girls my age are married off to nasty old toads all the time! At least Pete isn't a toad!"

Inez sniffed disdainfully. "This is not the old country, as you are SO fond of pointing out to me! And those old toads have money -- something Pete does NOT! Besides, you are not planning marriage -- you are merely planning to lay with him, like a puta!" She glared, "That is NOT what your father and I planned for you when we came here! You could be a puta in the old country!"

Charles opened his mouth, shut it. This was entertainment...

"And I could be a puta HERE, like YOU!" Bianca screeched. "At least I am not married! I do not disgrace myself and my husband, carrying another man's babies!" Bianca stopped short, her eyes popped, and she covered her mouth -- but the truth was out.

Inez wilted visibly. "I--I..." Her face collapsed, and she ran from the room.

"My," Charles murmured blandly, "THAT was interesting..."

Velma rounded on Bianca, "Gal, yoah innit deep! Yo' bettah git goin' an' apologize to yoah momma fo' DAT!" Her eyes widened. "Yo' know who else yo' in trouble wit?"

"It's true, then?" Phillippe burst out. "Oh, shit! Jason!" NOBODY wanted to be on Jason's shit list!

Bianca hit the door at a dead run, "Mama! Mama, come back! I'm sorry..."

Velma hustled out behind her, as fast as her legs could carry her. Charles thought about it a moment and followed.

Armand was first apprised of the pending altercation when Velma came hurtling through the dining room door. "Boss, Bianca an' Inez was goin' at it an'
Bianca let go sumpthin' 'bout Inez bein' pregnant. Ah figah Mistah J goin' ta go WILD!"

Armand wiped is mouth. "Probably. Get Charles."

"Here, Sir."

"Let's go." The dining room emptied.

Bianca figured that her mother would go to her old quarters to sulk, but Inez knew her duty; she went straight to her master. When she got to Jason's quarters, Inez was crying anew from Jason's angry, "See what you have visited upon us?" and Jason's expression was thunderous. "YOU!" he roared. "And to think I took your part in your recent fight! This is how you repay me? By embarrassing me before the staff?"

"I--I'm sorry!" Bianca wailed. "I was angry -- Mama was accusing me of things she shouldn't have been and acting superior. My mouth opened..."

"...And your idiot father leaped out!" Jason snarled, advancing on her, his expression menacing.

"Jason!" Armand stood in the door. "Bianca has done you a favor. How much more embarrassing would it be to have to acknowledge the child at the birth?"

"If it's female, I may have it drowned!" Jason ranted. "Faithless bitches..." But he'd stopped advancing on Bianca.

"Jason, you're exaggerating this. The staff won't be teasing you; they know better. That pleasure is basically left to myself, alone. Besides, most of them are grateful to Inez for acting as a buffer against your more extreme mood swings."

"That may be," Jason snarled, "but..."

"It might be wise if you didn't extend this visit, Bianca," Sharon advised, peering around Armand's shoulder. "Bianca, make your apologies and come see me. Obviously, you can't expect immediate absolution..."

"Yes, Ma'am." Bianca replied. Turning to Jason, she added, "I'm REALLY sorry! But..."

"But nothing! You had a weapon, and you used it -- and more than your target was injured! See that you remember that! I will discuss your mother's behaviors leading up to it with her, but for now, you are not welcome here!" Jason pointed at the door. Bianca hung her head and made for the door. Jason turned to Armand, "If you'll excuse me, Sir, I have domestic issues to attend to."

"Don't damage the merchandise," Armand warned. Jason nodded tightly, and Armand backed out, closing the door. "Charles, my study."

"Sir." Charles followed Armand.

"Velma, call for Felicia," Sharon directed. "Bianca..."

"Yes, Ma'am." Bianca followed Sharon meekly to her office.

Once they were seated, Sharon began, "That was unwise in the extreme. Jason is a powerful friend, and an even more powerful enemy. From what I've seen, he's been doing well by you -- whatever possessed you?"

"My temper got away from me," Bianca sighed. "Mama accused me of being a puta -- a whore -- because I want..."

"What?"

"Pete."

"WHAT?"

"Well..." Bianca stubbed the carpet with her toe. "Boys my age are idiots. I want my first time to be romantic, and done right. I know there is the age thing, and we probably won't make it, but Pete and I... click." She sighed. "Mama was spouting the old country morals -- staying a virgin until your wedding night, blah, blah, blah... It's a tissue of lies, and it covers evil things -- and she can't even hold herself to those standards, but she waves them at ME!" Steam had been building slowly throughout this second part.

Sharon sighed. "Your mother is a pragmatist. Her situation -- while certainly in part her own fault -- isn't totally of her own making. And while she fatalistically accepts her own lot, she hopes for better for you -- all mothers do!"

"But following those idiot rules is what got her into trouble in the first place!" Bianca burst out. "Papa was no catch -- it would have been better if she'd known that they weren't any good sexually BEFORE they were married for ever!"

Sharon sighed. "Certainly, Catholic morals enforce a certain pig-in-a-poke mindset, but there is more to marriage than sex. There was love there, once, I'm sure. Hindsight is 20-20; nobody knew where they were headed, going in. Besides, had they not married, you would not be standing here." She pondered a moment. "I gather that Jason took your part in an earlier altercation?"

"Yes."

"You have severely damaged yourself with him. I think that Jason has issues with women in general -- and you DON'T want to be a target in particular!" Sharon paused. "What about Pete? Does he know about this... crush?"

"Well, yes. It's sort of mutual."

"And what has he done about it?" Sharon asked dubiously.

Bianca stiffened. "Nothing. At least nothing that I have not clearly invited. I know that this is... dangerous for him. He is very concerned about that. I... got Mama's permission to proceed earlier today, but it was... under duress." She smiled, briefly. "Mama assumed that we had rushed right out to do something, but Pete -- well, I think the whole thing upset him..."

"I see," Sharon replied, "I think. No matter what you want in this matter, Pete is exposed to some danger from the law. Even with your mother's permission, he might still be prosecuted, if news of the relationship should get out. The age of consent in this state is sixteen, I think; how old are you?"

"I'm fourteen."

"Hmmmm. Well, you don't LOOK fourteen, but you sometimes ACT fourteen -- today being a prime example. You haven't moved in with Jason yet, have you? No? Good. Run along and hang out with Felicia for a bit, and stay out of Jason's way. I'll see if I can find a way to tactfully remind him that young girls and their mothers have fights over adult issues." Sharon shooed Bianca in the direction of the Wench, who was standing in the doorway. "Why don't you do her hair or something, Felicia?"

Sharon had indicated to Bianca that she intended to intercede with Jason, but her first action was to put in an appearance in Pete's bachelor quarters. "Pete? May I have a word with you?"

"Yes, Ma'am."

"Don't 'Yes, Ma'am' ME! I'm not THAT much older than you! Certainly the difference in OUR ages isn't as much as the difference between yours and that of a certain young girl..."

Pete hung his head, mumbling, "I haven't done anything."

"Hmmm, yes, well, certainly not as much as she apparently wants you to, anyway."

"Well, I can't see anything happening, now," Pete murmured.

"Why? Just because she had a run-in with her mother and broadcast to all and sundry that her mother was pregnant with Jason's child..."

"What? Who's pregnant?" Pete blinked.

"Inez. It was SUPPOSED to stay secret for a bit longer, I think. Jason is on the warpath because Bianca has publicly embarrassed him before the servants."

"Oh, boy!" Pete exclaimed. "Is she safe?"

"For now," Sharon replied. "Jason will cool down, eventually. Back to you; I though Bianca got permission to do whatever it is she's Hell bent to do..."

"Well, maybe she did, but -- I can't, anyway. Not a fourteen year old! It was bad enough when I thought she was sixteen or so! Now... I'm not a child molester!" He shook his head. "How could that body be only fourteen years old?"

"Well, she fills a mean bikini; I'll admit that," Sharon replied. "Hispanic girls tend to mature early, I think. How long have you been slavering after her?"

"Well, it isn't really like that -- but if it was, I'd still be only one of a group that did. She's... hot!"

"How is it, then?"

"Well, a guy would have to be dead not to notice her!" Pete replied defensively, "But I've been keeping it all under wraps, until today. Strictly proper. But today..." He sighed. "Today, we were doing camel fights in the pool, and the girls were topless. Then she wanted me to help her with her hair. Then she decided to sunbathe naked, and wanted me to oil her... Hey..." He shrugged.

"Um. How far has it gone?"

"No farther than some, well, inappropriate touching. And I was invited, honest!" Pete eyed his boss' supervisor earnestly. He REALLY didn't want to lose this job... "Now that I know how young she is..."

Sharon had gone there with the intent of upbraiding Pete -- but when you add Bianca's admission that she had been frankly chasing him to the transparent attempts at entrapment that Pete described... "Pete, what is Bianca to you?"

"Huh? Well, she's cute, even when she's not falling out of a bikini. With her daddy gone and her momma moving in with Jason, she sorta needs a protector. I was trying to limit it to that, actually."

"She wants more, obviously."

"Well, maybe, but how MUCH more?"

Sharon frowned. "She wants you to be her first. I don't think she's gotten much beyond that. I don't think it's love as much as lust -- and I guess I can't blame her; you're a slick package..." Pete was, too. He was built, had dark, curly hair and blue eyes, a certain brash boyishness...

"What am I supposed to do?" he asked, exasperated. "Guys don't really defend themselves well in the presence of a determined woman! I mean, it's what you want to do in the first place..."

"Well, maybe you go with it, if that's REALLY what she wants. But aside from your looks, I think she's attracted to the idea that you know what you're doing. You DO know what you're doing, right?" Sharon fixed Pete with a skeptical eye.

"I get plenty of offers for repeat engagements," Pete replied carefully.

The skepticism continued. "Bianca considers boys her age to be infantile -- and in my experience, she's right. She's apparently in full heat, but she wants her first encounter to go RIGHT, not just be some screw-up in a back seat. That's apparently where you come in; she trusts you not to just tip her up and dump in her, then walk away whistling, with another notch in your belt, while she lays there unfinished. How many hymens have you taken?"

"Only a couple." Pete replied defensively.

Sharon eyed him. "Given the tools you could bring to bear, I'd have figured you for getting your share and that of about two dozen other guys."

"Well, I don't GENERALLY rob the cradle!" Pete replied. "In this day and age, even girls MY age have had their first couple of experiences. Not that all of them apparently went well..." Pete dated a lot of girls only once; too many of them didn't really LIKE sex -- it was just a way to attract a guy. He'd like to think that he had fixed a few, but who knew? "In general, I'm probably past cherry-picking."

"So what is it about Bianca...?"

Pete shrugged. "Well, it goes beyond age, I think. Any guy would tell you that some girls are just hot. I mean, if Bianca was a flat-chested redhead with braces, I'd never even see her -- but it's like she's wearing a billboard that says, 'I'm ripe -- pick me!' Usually, that happens in late high school or in college -- and it doesn't happen to every girl. But when it does, guys -- especially guys for whom she fits the idea of perfection -- are gonna look, at least. Age has nothing to do with it -- or maybe everything to do with it, since it only happens within a certain age range..."

"So, Bianca is 'ripe'?" Sharon scoffed.

"What do you think?" Pete challenged.

"Maybe you're right," Sharon returned, more seriously. "What are you going to do about it?"

"Nothing." Pete's face was glum. "Absolutely nothing."

Sharon thought about it a moment. "Maybe that's not the way to handle it after all..."

"What?"

"Maybe you should give her what she wants -- get it off both of your minds. Once it's dealt with, both of you can move on..."

"I could get arrested!" Pete howled.

"Who's going to complain?" Sharon shot back.

"Inez!"

"No..." Sharon pursed her lips in thought. "Not after Jason gets done with her. I'd think about it if I were you. No one here is going to stand in your way, given how certain Bianca is that she wants it." She chuckled. "Who knows? It might be the only way you can be rid of her... She's probably going to be in your hair until you do, you know. Knowing you really want it, she's not going to take no for an answer."

"We'll see," Pete argued. Sharon merely shrugged and continued her departure.

Having talked to Pete, Sharon saw no reason not to let the two get on with it. Bianca had a point -- it was much better to get your first sex from someone who knew what he was doing. Pete wasn't just out to take advantage of the girl, so why not allow it? Six weeks earlier, Sharon would have condemned the whole thing without thought, but recent events had broadened her horizons somewhat... Sharon knocked on Jason's door perfunctorily, and threw it open, "Jason?"

Jason was standing there, with a strap in his hand. Inez, eyes wild, was bent over the back of the couch, nude, but with her wrists bound behind her and a ball gag inserted in her mouth. "I'm busy," Jason grunted. Red splotches all over Inez's back and thighs told Sharon what he was busy with...

"Yes, well," Sharon began, bemused. "I don't want to interfere in your domestic affairs, but I thought that I'd point out that teenage girls REGULARLY fight with their mothers -- it's a rite of passage. Being a bachelor, you don't have much in the way of parenting experience..."

"Thank you," Jason said frigidly. "I have also discovered that this one started things by provoking Bianca. While I am displeased with her reactions, I can't expect Bianca to have learned respect and obedience in the household where she grew up. Between that idiot Raoul and THIS one..." He whacked Inez with the strap for emphasis. "She'd have learned nothing but foolishness. If you'll excuse me?" Jason again raised the strap.

"One more small item?" Sharon asked.

Jason looked long-suffering, "Yes?"

"I think Bianca's idea is a good one."

"So do I," Jason replied. "So does Inez, now, don't you?" He menaced Inez with the strap and Inez nodded, wide-eyed. "Bianca may return, whenever she cares to. Now..." He waved the strap at the door. Sharon got out.

Encouraged by her mother's parting comments, Erin had let out all of the stops. Her clothing, what there was of it, was wide open, her sweatpants nearly completely off and the top only in place by virtue of her arms being in the sleeves.

Toby's state of undress had made significant strides, too -- once Erin got her hand on his erection again, she wanted nothing in the way. Jeans being more restrictive than sweatpants, Toby had been shucked; his jeans decorated the floor, and his boxers were around his knees somewhere. His shirt was off, and the T-shirt was up around his neck.

Currently, Erin was worshiping his cock, much to Toby's mixed delight and trepidation. She hadn't quite taken it into her mouth, but she was rubbing it all over, and the sensations were incredible -- which caused the nagging worry that he'd shoot all over her face if she kept it up... Casting about for something to say, he came out with, "We're gonna get caught again..."

Erin was up like a shot. "No we're not! Get your stuff! We're going to my room!"

"What about..."

"Tobyyy..."

"Awright, awright!!!" Like he was gonna pass it up... Moments later, they were in Erin's room. Erin's top went flying and she stepped out of the puddle made by her sweatpants when she shoved them over her hips, leaving her gloriously naked to Toby's wondering eyes. Not stopping there, she shucked Toby out of his shorts and stepped in to whip his T-shirt over his head, then, while he was still unbalanced, pushed him back into the bed. Toby barely struggled back onto his elbows before Erin had knelt, grasped his throbbing erection, and engulfed it with her mouth!

"AAAUUUUGH!!!" Toby had no shot at holding back his cum; Erin's hot mouth produced an instant overload! He grabbed her head in both hands and shot and shot and shot...

"Oohh, MAN!" Completion brought sanity; Toby unclutched Erin's head.

Erin rocked back on her heels, grinning, her mouth gooey from his spunk, "Wanna kiss?"

"Uhh..."

"Just kidding." Erin licked her lips and swallowed. "Gee, that wasn't bad! Quick, too!"

"Um, yeah." Toby wondered if he'd just finished for the night.

Erin seemed to read his mind. "It'll come back," she commented, jacking it experimentally. "Heck, it isn't gone!" She leaned forward and licked up some leftovers the jacking squeezed out onto his still-purple cock head, causing Toby to shudder.

"Okay," Toby gasped. "Let's see what we can do for you!" He dragged himself into a standing position and nodded at the bed.

"You don't have to," Erin replied, but she sat down, spread her narrow legs, and parked her heels on the edge of the bed, leaving her tiny twat fully exposed.

"Oh, yes I do!" Toby argued. "Besides, what better way to get a good look down there?" He knelt and feasted his eyes on his first real live pussy... Below the (blonde!) fur, it was pretty compact, zipped closed, the extra fold of what was undoubtedly her clitoral hood fairly prominent. Toby stuck his tongue out, instinctively going for just below the juncture.

"Uuuuhhh!" Erin clutched her knees and went stiff, trying not to fall over backwards. Wow! Tongues were a LOT better than fingers! "Wow! I'm gonna lay back before I fall!"

"Okay." Toby went back to work; a little pink pearl had appeared at the opening of Erin's hood, and Toby's tongue was there to lash it.

Erin gasped and shuddered, "Aaugh! There! Oooh!" She rolled her hips, almost dislodging Toby. Her hands dropped from her knees to clutch Toby's head.

Toby grinned into her labia. The taste of the fluids here, the smell -- he wondered initially whether he was going to be able to do this, but it turned out to be not only easy, but exhilarating! His boner was like rock...

Toby's tongue was kicking ass, as far as Erin was concerned! He'd been at it maybe twenty seconds, and she was running like a faucet and chasing a BIG one! Tongues were sharp, focused, and jazzy, just like fingers -- but SO much more intense! Shit, she was ALREADY THERE!!! "AAAAAHHHH!!!! OMIGAAAAAWD!" She started bouncing and jittering and going nuts, leaving Toby wondering, 'This is a dead lay?'

Erin pushed Toby back, "Easy! Too intense! God!" But the fire was lit, and Erin wanted more! "Rubber!"

"Huh?"

"Get a rubber! I want it! Now!"

"Oh!" Toby dove for his jeans. A three-pack flipped open in his hand.

"Gimmee!" Erin squawked. Toby tore one foil-wrapped rubber off the strip, and Erin snatched it, feverishly tearing at the cover. "C'mon!" She started backing onto the bed. "Bring it here. I'll suck you a little more and put it on while you keep me going..."

Moments later, they were head to crotch. Erin had one leg up and Toby was busily working his fingers in her slot. Erin wrapped her lips around his glans and tore at the rubber. Obviously, Toby was still hard -- man, that was one hard cock! Scotty hadn't been that hard... The others had been in her before she could really make serious physical measurements... Randall had been hard like this, and even bigger, but he hadn't shot off once, first...

Recent experience made installing the rubber easier, the distraction of Toby's fingers notwithstanding. When it was done, she gasped, "Ready?"

"Uh huh!"

"Let's go!"

Toby whipped around and Erin guided him into a surprisingly tight cavern. "Ummm," she moaned, releasing him and fingering her clit, "I'm gonna diddle a little while you get settled, okay?"

"Uh huh." Toby was busy cramming himself into Erin's tight opening. It was so... hot! Incredible! To be fair, he probably wasn't as gentle as he could have been, but Erin wasn't complaining, anyway...

Toby was GOOD! He wasn't as big or as long as Randall, but that was a blessing, actually. Erin was re-lubed in seconds and enjoying Toby's movements in her hot box. The joy that Randall had given her was back, without some of the stretching and depth-bashing she'd gotten from Randall's larger probe. If anything, though, Toby was harder, and his somewhat smaller stature (whole body) made him a better fit between her narrow hips, bringing him into better contact as he started to seriously pound her pussy.

Toby was in gear, pounding his very first piece of pussy -- and it was everything he ever thought it would be! Erin was just SOOO hot; the incredible feel of her echoed by the jiggle of the puffy caps of her teacup titties. Very seldom did you see the kind of puffy areolas that she had; Toby had seen pictures of nipples like that only a couple of times in pictures and never in video -- but he'd always gotten stiff, looking. Now, heck, they were in reach! Well, he needed both hands to brace himself up, but there was always...

"Ungh!" Toby's lips on her right nipple sent flashes through Erin's whole body! "Ummm!" She reached up and clutched his head to her breast, encouraging him to continue suckling.

'Oho! She likes that!' Toby thought, then he got around to wondering again, 'How could anybody think Erin's a dead lay?' Heck, her hips were moving and she was gasping and holding his head against her chest... She was pretty excited! In fact, Toby was pretty excited just from feeling her obviously begin heating up -- and that led to another problem; he was gonna pop over the top and cum again, already! He strove for control, but he didn't have it, so he went for the next best thing, jack-hammering Erin in an attempt to get her there, too!

He needn't have worried. Erin's advancing arousal wasn't feigned, and she was hovering on the edge BEFORE Toby raised the ante! "OoooooooooOOOOOOOOHHHH!!!!!! WHUUUUNNNNGGGGGGHHHH!!!!" she howled, going rigid, the onset of her orgasm actually bringing her into a more perfect position for Toby's attack to bring them both over the peak!

"AAAAAAAAWWWWW!!!!" Toby crushed himself against Erin's pulsing crotch, erupting in rubber-filling gouts while the earth shook and the stars wheeled in the heavens for both of them! In a few moments, Toby abruptly returned to reality, collapsing against a still-rigid Erin, his first sight that of her eyes rolled up in a bright red face while she crushed him to her crotch with a hand on each butt-cheek. That lasted about two seconds before Erin, too, collapsed, her expression returning to something near normal. "Wow! You okay?" Toby asked.

"Ooohhh, yeah!" Erin gasped. "That was Heaven! God!"

"Really?" Toby's head started to swell.

"Really! It was great! Incredible!" Erin paused a moment. "I was okay, wasn't I?"

"Huh? Awesome! You were great!" Toby effused.

"C'mon, really?"

"Absolutely!"

"So, maybe we'll do it again sometime?"

"God, I hope so!"

"You're so sweet!" Erin pulled Toby to her lips.

The movie theater was comfortably dark; Dwayne thought about staying in the lower seats, but decided that Louise would be more comfortable under less observation, so they went high. A couple of minutes later, another couple moved in a couple of seats over, a source of mild trepidation until Dwayne recognized Rob Graham. Louise caught Dwayne's chuckle as he relaxed, "What?"

"It's Rob and Mary." Dwayne caught Rob's eye for a grin and a nod.

Louise leaned forward for a look just as Mary did the same from Rob's far side, prompting a mutual giggle and a wave. "You go, Girl!" Mary hissed. Rob snorted, and Dwayne grinned while Louise blushed.

The letter jacket had gone on the seat beside Louise; she wasn't interested in denying Dwayne access, at this point -- at least, not above the waist. Dwayne didn't really know this, however, so it took him forty minutes to reach the point of surreptitiously fingering the outer curve of her right breast. Louise settled as close to him as the seats would allow, granting him more work space; only the occasional fearful glance around broke things up as Dwayne grew more and more confident in his fondling. The grapefruit-sized orb in his hand had him rock hard and uncomfortable, but retreat was unthinkable; when Louise moaned softly and offered her lips during a slow scene, Dwayne thought he was going to shoot off in his pants! "Are you okay?" he asked, after the kiss.

Clearly, the question had to do with how comfortable she was with the situation. "Mm hmm," she replied, then leaned up for another quick glance around. This was a minor source of irritation to Dwayne as it broke his contact with her breast, but she fixed that; when she settled back in the seat, she undid two more buttons on her blouse, and murmured, "Here...", encouraging him with her eyes. The message was clear; Dwayne slid a shaky and somewhat clammy left hand into her blouse, getting his first unfettered contact. Louise released a sigh as a thumb and an index finger automatically settled around an erect nipple and reflected that removing her panties had been reasonably smart, given the rush of wetness the tweaking triggered. For a couple of minutes, all pretense that they might be actually watching the movie vanished while they kissed hungrily and he fondled her breast, but then someone lost control of their popcorn container and cursed, and the pair froze and returned to a somewhat normal position -- the location of Dwayne's hand being the exception. Dwayne instinctively refused to secede the territory, and Louise didn't fight it; the hand continued to cup Louise's breast. Louise leaned forward to check for the source of the disturbance and to see if they were being observed, and discovered Mary leaning past Rob, grinning at her. The first thing that Louise detected in the dimness was that Mary's blouse was open, too; the second, as Mary leaned down and her tongue snaked out, was that Mary had Rob's erection out in her hand! Omigawd! She was licking it! In public!

Louise gasped, and Dwayne turned and got HIS eyeful, which produced an involuntary snort. Rob rolled his eyes and got a grip of the back of Mary's neck, pulling her back. "Put it away, Sweetheart," he hissed. "This isn't the place." Meanwhile, Dwayne, encouraged to show that he, too, was doing well, contrived to bare Louise's breast (and his hand gripping it, of course), grinning at Rob. "Hey!" Louise whispered, but Dwayne let her sit back and reorganize things (somewhat -- the hand remained), whispering, "You've seen worse from Mary -- let her have a little blackmail material, too, Babe."

That made a weird kind of sense, so Louise let it go. A couple of minutes later, Mary leaned across Rob, "Pssst! Let's go to the bathroom!" Louise nodded and Dwayne reluctantly extracted his hand so she could button up. Mary crossed in front of them, and Louise fell in behind.

Rob waited until the girls were out of sight, then popped up and shifted across the intervening seats to sit one seat over from Dwayne, "So, how's it going?"

"Pretty well, I think. What's up with Mary?"

"Oh, she's got a wild hair or something. She's been getting away with murder for the past couple of days, so now she's cocky. I'm going to have to remind her that we still have appearances to keep up..."

Mary WAS riding high, having survived run-ins with both Rob's parents and her own, and it was showing! Louise checked the stalls coming in and then shrieked, "Mary! What on Earth do you think you're doing?"

Mary passed it off, "Okay, maybe it was a bit much, but I wanted to encourage you some. How's it going with Dwayne?"

Louise snickered, "Well, he loves my breasts..."

Mary giggled. "They're a handful, I guess..."

"Yeah..." Louise turned toward the mirrors. "Is this blouse too thin?"

Mary frowned. "No, not really. I can't see anything much. Why?"

"Dwayne says that in the sun it gets transparent..." She displayed herself for the mirrors, orienting herself in different directions.

"Must have been a one-time thing," Mary passed it off. "What are you doing after?"

"Burgers or something, I guess. What I want to do and what I want HIM to KNOW I want to do are still two different things..."

"That's probably smart," Mary agreed. "Thank God I'm beyond that! Sometimes I think I want it more than HE does!"

"I think I'd be worried..."

"I'm not! I met his mother AND his dad -- and his dad actually sprung us from my mother!" Mary became conspiratorial. "I spent the night at Rob's last night!"

"Omigawd! Aren't you worried about, you know, getting caught? Or having people think you're just a member of Bang Nation?" Louise worried.

"Well, maybe you're right. Of course, Claudette has half the senior class believing that, anyway..."

"More reason to not give them anything to whisper about!" Louise cautioned.

"I guess," Mary sighed. "I just wanted to run wild for a little bit..."

"Yeah," Louise agreed, "that'd be fun. I'd like to do that, too, but I'd end up on the street. Momma would FREAK!" She shook her head. "At least it sounds like you can run wild at Rob's house..."

Mary nodded. "Maybe mine, too, now. No, you're right -- I can't get seen doing wild sex acts with Rob in public. People will diss me. It'll screw up Rob, too." She sighed. "Thanks, Louise. So, hey, how are YOU going to handle it?"

Louise shrugged, rolling her eyes. "I wish I knew! If I DID know..."

"What?"

"Dwayne's been good -- REAL good! And it's not like I don't WANT to do it..."

Mary giggled. "Maybe we can double, sometime! We could give you the back seat of the Jeep..."

"Ugh! Back seats!" Louise groaned, running a brush through her hair. "There has GOT to be a better way!"

"There is," Mary rejoined, laughing, "but your mother is likely to frown on happy squeals coming from your bedroom! Maybe Dwayne's folks are more easygoing?"

"Yeah, right!" Louise laughed. "Ready?"

Meanwhile, the guys were still talking: "So, how is Louise? Are those hooters for real?" Rob queried.

"Oh, yeah," Dwayne nodded. "They are unbefuckinglievable! And she's fine with me playing with 'em, too!"

Rob grunted. "Not to sound like Ted, Man, but Louise has a little bit of sheep in her. You could probably just tilt her up any old time, and the worst you'd get would be kind of a look of shock in those big brown eyes..."

"Yeah, I know," Dwayne agreed. "I don't want to do that, though. I want her to say 'Please'!"

"No shit?" Rob chuckled. "Well, THAT'S cool. Is it gonna happen?"

Dwayne shrugged. "I think so. I don't want her to remember that I took advantage of her. I want her to remember that she offered it up, and I accepted it. I think, long term, it's a better thing. I mean, you KNOW she likes to be led around. That's cool, but I don't want to have to haul on her leash all the time -- I want her to follow along, docile, chasing the carrots in my back pocket..."

Rob cracked up. Dwayne sat there grinning, rather proud of his spin-doctoring. After a bit, though, he sighed, "Of course, it's not REALLY that cold-natured. Louise is sort of a dream come true -- a hot babe who is into me and... pliant."

"Pliant. Good word, Man."

"Yeah." Dwayne shrugged. "I'm not Superlover, or anything, and that shithead Ted spooked me. I'm going to want to not have to fight the next girl I have sex with. I don't want to see that look on her face. I don't want to see myself as another Ted. Louise, well, I think that's going to work with her. It'll be easier. On the other hand, it'll be harder, because it'll be so easy to trample her." He scratched his head. "Does this make any fucking sense?"

Rob nodded. "Yeah, actually, it does. I liked the front end, it was some seriously good bullshit. But the second half sounds like my friend Dwayne." He paused. "You know, at some point, you're gonna have to be up-front with her."

"Oh?"

"Yeah. If you aren't clear -- and you aren't clear WHY -- she's just gonna wait around, getting more and more confused -- probably go into this 'he doesn't really want me' tailspin, you know? You have to tell her how you want it handled. Once she understands that it has to be her move, well, she'll probably ask permission, but she'll make it." Rob advised.

"Oh. Yeah, I see that." Dwayne grimaced. "When, do you think?"

"Dunno. Has it come up?"

"Um, well, she DID ask me if I was packing..."

"Soon, then. She wouldn't ask a question like that except for two reasons -- she's an innocent, and has no idea that she's just TOLD you she wants to fuck, and, well, she wants to fuck!"

Dwayne grinned. "Guess you're right..."

"Still, if push comes to shove, she might NOT want to tonight..."

"No pushing and shoving. Besides, the pickup ain't cutting it."

"Yeah." Rob ruminated a moment. "That sucks."

"Louise's mother is, like, straight out of a psycho ward, too. If -- WHEN she gets wind of it, all Hell will break loose!"

"What about YOUR folks?"

"Mine are the 'do the right thing' type. We could end up married -- even if we don't like each other!"

Rob shook his head. "Man, oh man! The things some people have to do to get it wet..."

Rob didn't move back; when the girls arrived, Mary took it in stride, taking a seat on Rob's far side, and Louise settled in her original seat. Having the other couple in such proximity made Louise nervous, initially; Dwayne cursed that fact that the girls had left and screwed up his playtime. But in a couple of minutes, Louise leaned furtively forward, only to catch Mary's eye. Mary deliberately reached up and began unbuttoning her blouse, and Louise settled back and did the same. And Rob and Dwayne stopped watching the movie...

"Leticia?"

"Mistress?" Recent memory of a strap-on session made Leticia respectful.

"Report to Boris," Sharon instructed. "You're his until he releases you."

"Yes, Mistress." A short curtsy, and Leticia shot off down the hallway.

Why she was clattering down the hall as fast as her heels could carry her wasn't clear to Leticia. Certainly, Boris wasn't anyone likely to make her top ten list; having experienced him close up, she wasn't even sure he was a MAN for God's sake! Big, thick, shambling, hairy, full of primitive power -- he seemed more beast than man -- maybe a bear... Certainly, he was hung like some kind of animal -- the cock he'd presented her with the night before had been like a soda can or a beer can -- thick, solid, huge in her mouth. But when it spewed down her throat, the product more closely resembled condensed cream of mushroom soup for consistency than it did beer...

Then, almost without any time for recovery, he'd shoehorned that fireplug in her poor pussy! She thought that he was going to split her in half, but her pussy stretched and stretched and suddenly the pain was gone, and it was good! And they were going at it like animals, and he lifted her against him like she was a rag doll and pounded and pounded and she'd screamed... Leticia came back to herself, almost panting from the memory of the most intense sexual encounter she'd ever experienced, her bikini bottoms soaked at the crotch. Okay, THAT was why she was in a rush to see the big sonofabitch! Even if she DID know that he planned to put that fat cock of his up her ass, sometime tonight...

Gathering herself, she tapped on his door. In a moment, it opened, and Boris stepped back, rumbling, "Little One! You return to Boris, eh?"

"Yes..." Like she had a choice?

"Good. You are in bathing suit -- Boris will put on bathing suit and we will go to the baths, yes?"

"Okay." Baths? What baths? Oh, well...

In a moment, Boris returned in a worn set of bathing trunks, a towel draped over his shoulder. "We go now. First a rinse in the bathrooms, then the sauna, then the sunroom and the baths."

"Oh." Taken in context, Boris must mean the hot tubs. Well, whatever. Leticia followed along meekly as they headed down to the pool area.

Boris snapped on the sunroom lights with the ease of long familiarity, then turned toward the men's shower room. "Come with me, Little One." Leticia opened her mouth, then shut it. Boris knew what he was doing. If he wanted her in there, no one would care -- it wasn't really a public facility, anyway. Boris turned on both showers, stepping under one for a moment before moving off. "Wait here."

Leticia did as she was told, sticking herself under a shower head. In a moment, Boris came back with an unmistakable red bag and tubing. "Charles gave me this to clean you out with," he announced.

Leticia sighed. An enema bag. Great. Well, Mr. Wilson HAD directed it. Boris shoved the bag under a shower head and began filling it with warm water, rumbling, "Charles gave me mineral oil, also. You have had these before, nyet? Does the oil help?"

"Ah..." Leticia thought about it. "Maybe."

"Okay." Boris surfaced a small bottle that he had apparently been holding in his big paw the whole time. "We add it, then." He spun off the cap with two fingers and emptied the bottle into the bag, then resumed filling it. "Clothes off. Hands and knees, I think. Over there at the bench." He pointed out a bench placed for dressing and undressing.

Leticia moved to obey, bemused by the easy command in his manner. It was a side of him she'd never seen before the previous night; now, she was frankly amazed that she had missed it. She stepped out of her slit bikini bottoms first, then undid the top, laying them on the end of the bench. Boris followed, shaking the enema bag to mix the contents. "Okay, over the bench, if you like."

"It's better if my... ass... is high," Leticia responded.

Boris shrugged. "Okay. Make it so."

Leticia knelt on the hard tiles resting her head on her crossed arms and swaying her back. Boris, who had never administered an enema, nonetheless understood the principles involved. Squatting, he inserted the tip, holding the bag high and releasing the clamp.

The insertion wasn't that pleasant, but Leticia didn't fight it, knowing that things could only get worse. Boris wasn't gentle, but he wasn't rough, either; once things were running, he stood, holding the bag. "It works, yes?"

"Yes..." Leticia's primary attention was on the invasion of the warm oily water as it surged into her bowel. There were people who swore by this as a method of staying clean and regular -- but Leticia figured that they were all masochists. For her, an enema meant instant cramps, and even a small one felt like five gallons, flooding her belly...

Boris watched the red bag slowly deflate. "Is it working? It is slow -- should I press on it?"

"No! Please!" Leticia wailed. "It's a narrow hose, so it runs a bit slow. It's working, I swear! Just give it a minute!"

"Hmph. Okay." Boris resisted the temptation to press the bag, anyway; he'd have to roll it up... Besides, the tip might go shooting out of her ass... Finally, the thing looked pretty much drained. "Is done, I think." He fished out the tip and tossed the bag aside.

"Okay." Leticia's reply was a strained grunt. Her lower intestine was one big knot, it seemed; it was hard to breathe.

"Now, we wait," Boris announced, plopping on the bench. "Charles said ten, fifteen minutes." At some point, he'd dropped the worn swim trunks, and his stubby erection was up and running. "Entertainment. Come suck."

'Thanks, Charles,' Leticia sighed inwardly as she crawled forward to accept Boris's thick sausage. Well, at least she had this to help take her mind off the cramps...

Sharon had reported to Armand as soon as she sent Leticia off on her evening errand; now, she was kneeling next to Armand in his office while they watched the action in the sunroom area. "This might get to be a regular TV series," Armand chuckled.

Sharon nodded, smiling. Better Leticia than herself! "Do you think the other pair are going to go at it again tonight?"

Armand tented his fingers. "Ed and Velma? Perhaps. But aside from their total lack of any clue as to how to conduct a relationship, their entertainment value is lacking." He chuckled. "If we discover the comedy show running, we can always watch it until they get to the more mechanical activity..."

Sharon nodded reluctantly. Armand was right; once they were in bed, the mechanics of watching an older man fornicate with an extremely fat black woman took a back seat to the aesthetics, which were somewhat lacking. Basically, if you weren't a direct participant and drawing pleasure from the act, it wasn't that exciting.

"I imagine that you're uncomfortable," Armand observed.

Kneeling on the carpet wasn't incredibly comfortable, but Sharon had done worse -- and complaining was unlikely to get her a positive reaction. In fact, experience told her that Armand could be laying a trap... "I'm okay."

"I was thinking that perhaps we could retire to my quarters..."

Sharon made the effort to tread carefully, "If you would like to do that, I'd be happy to join you."

Armand sighed. The new Sharon was a different animal, and she was learning rapidly. "Let's go, then. We can be organized by the expulsion, if we hurry."

"Clothing?" Sharon asked. She was nude; Armand had made her undress on entry.

"No." Armand swept out. Sharon assumed a poker face and followed. Some things just weren't worth the hassle, and clothing was rapidly becoming one of them. The question had been deliberate; she'd asked, knowing he'd spike her. That way, he got his dominance fix, and maybe she would avoid something worse, later. Of course, if he ever guessed that she was manipulating him...

Actually, the thought DID flicker through Armand's mind -- and it amused him. If Sharon was developing subtlety after all these years of mindlessly challenging him, the results might prove highly entertaining. Since he could continue to humiliate her at will, if she managed a few small victories, he would let her have them, as long as she wasn't too blatantly obvious and public about it. It changed the game from something resembling WWF wrestling to chess -- which was fine with him... Perhaps he would encourage the Switch thing, too... "Where is the Wench?"

"I have her entertaining Bianca," Sharon replied. "Actually, that's no longer urgent..."

Armand nodded. "Why don't you release her and have her join us?"

"Yes, Armand." Sharon struggled to rid her voice of any excess emotion. More group sex? Or was she going to be made to watch Felicia service Armand? And why did that bring on a twinge? She picked up the house phone in Armand's bedroom while Armand tuned the video system. "Felicia? Sharon. You can tell Bianca that the immediate danger is over and that Jason has said that she can return. In fact, why don't you pass her the phone?" Then a thought occurred to her; turning to Armand, she said, "You know, something else might just pop up..."

"Oh?" Armand turned, interested.

"One moment, Dear," Sharon said into the phone. "You know why Bianca and Inez had their little fight this afternoon, don't you?"

"Not clearly." Armand replied.

"Bianca and Pete have developed a, ah, mutual admiration. Bianca wants Pete to take her virginity."

"Oh. THAT's interesting..." Armand motioned for more input.

"Pete was willing until he realized that Bianca is only fourteen. Then he started getting child-molester's guilt. Bianca went to Inez to get her permission, and she got it, but somewhat under duress -- Jason was working her over. Inez lit into her in the kitchen, later, over the whole thing, assuming that they'd rushed right out and done it -- and Bianca counterattacked."

"I see."

"Inez has since AGAIN granted her permission -- again under duress, but Jason was beating the Hell out of her with a strap for baiting Bianca and pretending to be superior to her when I got it -- but, as I said, Pete is going to be reluctant..."

"And you're thinking of triggering a confrontation?"

Sharon ducked her head and drew lines in the carpet pile with her bare toe, but she was smiling. "Yes..."

"Put the phone on speaker," Armand directed. "I want to hear this."

"Bianca?" Sharon spoke into the mouthpiece, "I've spoken to Jason, and he's backed off. You can return, he says. When I left, he was busy chastising your mother for provoking you and pretending to be superior."

"Chastising?" Bianca asked.

"With a wide leather strap," Sharon confirmed. There was a giggle in the background; obviously, the other end was on speaker, too, and Felicia was getting this. "I have another assertion that you have permission to carry out your little pet project -- and while your mother was again under duress, I think she's learning better than to recant such things..."

"I see." Bianca's voice was carefully neutral, but there was another snort in the background.

Now came the fun part. "Unfortunately, you may be out of luck; Pete is having second thoughts -- it appears that he thought you were a little older. Now he's afraid of being labeled a child molester..."

"B-but..."

"We discussed this earlier, Dear. Physically, you're not a child, but mentally and emotionally there are open questions. Legally, there ARE no open questions; legally, you're a child."

Bianca stood at the phone, fuming. This was ridiculous! Boys would stand in line to take her virginity, but a MAN couldn't!

Sharon sank the barb. "Personally, I've come around. I think you're being very adult and showing good sense. Personally, I don't have any information regarding Pete's capabilities..."

"I do, Mistress," Felicia piped up, announcing herself. "He's good! Well-equipped, too!"

"Okay." Sharon pretended to absorb this. "All the better. I believe that you're taking a sensible course. But if Pete is unwilling..."

"I can fix that," Bianca said tightly.

"All right," Sharon replied. "I should tell you that if you should change your mind at the last minute, or something, no one is going to rush to your aid. You've made yourself very clear on this subject, and we all plan to look the other way, for BOTH your protection. Do you understand, Dear?"

"Yes, Ma'am. Perfectly." Bianca's face was a study in resolution.

"Oh, and Dear? Please try not to make the whole thing a spectacle. There are other men in the house who might get the wrong impression. Phillippe comes to mind..."

"Yes, Ma'am."

"Good night, Dear. Please pass the phone to Felicia."

"Good night." Bianca handed off the phone.

"Mistress?" Felicia answered.

"Please join us in Armand's quarters," Sharon intoned.

"Am I in trouble?"

"Not that I'm aware of."

"Coming!" Felicia hung up. "My Master calls. Mistress, too, evidently. Are you all set, Honey?"

"Uh huh."

"What are you going to do now?"

"Go see Pete."

"Not going to take no for an answer, either, are you, Hon?"

"Nope."

"Well, if it doesn't work out as planned, I imagine that Master will kick me out sometime overnight. If you get all worked up and decide you want a tongue ride, let me know..."

"Felicia!" Bianca grimaced.

"Don't knock it until you've tried it!" Felicia grinned and sprinted off.