Cowgirl III or Back in the Saddle
Again by Gunga Dick
Cowgirl III or Back in the Saddle Again
It was Sunday evening,
and Samantha and I were at the airport waiting for Leslie's flight to unload. I
had spent the entire day in a daze. I had a myriad of sensations going through
my mind, but none of them were guilt, which caused me no end of distraction. I
should have been feeling terrible about having sex or rather allowing Sam to
have sex with me. It had been highly erotic and in the back of my mind was the
desire to repeat the act.
I glanced at Sam, who sat next to me in one of
those molded plastic chairs that should come with a seat belt because if you
relax your legs your butt starts sliding out of it and you wind up feeling
guilty because you keep remembering how your mother told you it wasn't nice to
slouch.
Anyway, she sat there watching people and the big planes. Her
legs didn't reach the floor and she was swinging them back and forth. I felt a
warmth go through my body as I looked at her. I blushed as I realized it wasn't
just the feeling of parental love, but there was a slight sexual glaze to
it.
I looked around quickly at all the slouching people to see if there
were any mind readers among them, but no one was glaring at me so I figured I
was safe.
The door to the jetway opened and people started pouring out.
They all had that dazed expression people have coming off of a long flight. They
look like their aircraft had crashed and they were the survivors. Wrinkled
clothing and flat hair were 'de rigeur.' Sam and I watched the door closely for
the first signs of Leslie. Sam was standing on her chair and holding onto my arm
so that she didn't fall down.
I was distracted for a moment by a large
pair of breasts and the next thing I knew a six year old was screeching in my
ear.
"Mommy!"
I looked back towards the doorway in time to see
Leslie search the crowd for the source of the screech. I recognized the next
person out of the gateway. It was her coworker Chuck. He of the tailored suit
and two hundred dollar haircut. I had never seen even a single hair out of place
on his head. I bet even high winds wouldn't be able to budge one. He was the
epitome of "shmarm." And, he was always hovering around my wife. At every
soiree, I was forced to go to, and at every picnic her store put on, there he
was, hanging around my wife. Wearing his Izod polo shirts, his charcoal colored
hundred dollar slacks, and his plastic fucking hair. I didn't like the guy, in
case you were wondering
He was leaning over and saying something to
Leslie and she was scanning the crowd as she nodded and he walked away. Chuck
thought he was God's gift to woman kind, and to give him credit he always had a
good looking babe on his arm, but never the same one twice. I suppose an evening
of listening to Chuck tell you how great he was was sufficient for the average
woman to realize he was as plastic as his hair. I'm not being harsh because of
my dislike for the guy, I'm merely repeating what someone had told
me.
Sam jumped down off the chair and went running to her mother. I
walked up and found Leslie down on one knee giving her daughter a hug. She stood
and I put my arms around her for a hug, but she only returned it
half-heartedly.
"Long flight?" I asked, needlessly.
"Yeah!" she
replied and her eyes didn't make contact with mine. I shrugged it off as her
being tired, but I think in the back of my mind some little voice was saying
something was wrong.
We went down to the luggage carousel and waited for
her bags to show up. Sam was excited to have her mother back and was peppering
the air with questions. Leslie, smiled weakly, and tried to pay attention to her
daughter. I scanned the crowd and my eyes fell on Chuck. He was looking our way.
I smiled and nodded. He merely looked away.
"Asshole!" I
muttered.
"What?" Samantha asked.
"Nothing, sweetie! Just
wondering when the luggage will arrive."
The carousel started and people
gathered around like dowagers at a Macy's white sale. There was so much pushing
and shoving you'd have thought they were giving stuff away. I gathered the bags
and we wended our way to the parking lot. We drove home and Leslie sat in
brooding silence. Sam gave her version of the weekend. She was excitedly telling
her mother about the trip to the zoo when she realized her mother wasn't paying
attention.
"Mommm!" she cried out. "You're not listening!"
"That's
a fact!" I said, adding my two cents worth. I glanced over at Leslie and she saw
the concern on my face.
"I'm just tired!" she insisted, but she didn't
look it. She looked preoccupied. I figured something had gone wrong on her trip.
Some deal hadn't materialized or someone had screwed up royally.
We got
home and I offered to fix her something to eat. She declined and said she would
be going to bed early. I looked at the clock and it was barely eight. I reminded
her that she had a daughter who hadn't seen her in a while and was anxious to do
just that. Leslie sighed and said she'd try to stay up for a while. The phone
rang and I answered. It was Mr. Shmarm himself. I asked what the fuck he wanted
since he'd just left my wife an hour ago, although I didn't quite phrase it that
way. I yelled to Leslie who was in the bedroom and she picked up the extension.
She came out a few minutes later looking like a wrung out dish rag. I was really
concerned now and said so. She said they were having problems with a
supplier.
"What," I said, "and Mr. Plastic Hair couldn't wait until
tomorrow to talk to you about it."
She looked sharply at me, which was a
first, since she was the one that had first used the name Mr. Plastic Hair to
describe Chuck.
"He just wanted to remind me that we have an early
meeting tomorrow!" she glared.
I shrugged and turned back to getting Sam
a glass of milk.
"Your daughter's waiting for you to read her a bedtime
story," I told her and handed her the glass of milk.
I went in and said
good night to Sam and then went into the den to do some work. I had gotten a
piece of work rewriting a script. An old friend from college days was now a big
wig at Sony Pictures and having seen my by-line in the L.A. Times one day had
gotten in contact with me. We had gotten together for drinks and to rehash old
times. He had also started passing some work my way and they paid damn good. I
was working on their latest teen horror flick. Working on the cut always. I had
done a good job on the last script and they liked my work. There was even talk
of making me head writer on one of the next projects. Now that was big
money.
I glanced at my watch and realized it was nearing eleven. I turned
off the computer and went in search of my wife. I walked into the darkened
bedroom and saw her lying there. She was rolled onto her side facing away from
me. I stripped and brushed my teeth and clambered into bed. Usually, when she's
gone to bed before me she fusses about how much noise I make coming to bed, but
this night she didn't say a word. She didn't even move. I realized that she was
wearing a night shirt. Something she never did. Leslie slept in the nude, always
had.
"Do you want to talk about it?" I asked. I was starting to worry.
Things weren't right. Something must have really gone wrong on that
trip.
I got no reply. I rolled into her and put an arm around
her.
"Don't!" she said and threw my arm off.
"What the fuck is
wrong?" I asked, giving caution to the wind. Leslie loved to cuddle and had
never refused.
She turned towards me and said, "I'm sorry! I'm just
really tired and irritable. I just need to sleep."
"Yeah!" came my
cutting retort. I rolled over onto my side and fumed. I hated cuddling and had
made the ultimate male sacrifice only to be rebuffed.
I was shaken awake
in the morning and I opened my eyes to find Leslie completely dressed and on her
way to work. I hadn't even heard the alarms go off. Like I've said earlier,
Leslie isn't a morning person and I usually have to drag her out of bed and
physically throw her into the shower with her cursing my ancestors the entire
way. I lie there in shock. She asked if I could take Sam to school and reminded
me that it was our week to give little Debbie a ride. I moaned into my pillow. I
glanced at the clock and it was only six a.m.
"Jesus!" I stated. "Did you
get any sleep?"
"Yeah, I'm fine!" she insisted. "Look, I've got to go.
Are you up?"
I told her that I was and she left. I sat on the edge of the
bed and scratched my chest. I looked at what I was doing and laughed. I had
written this scene into the last script I worked on and was told that no one
actually awakes and scratches their chest. I took a bracing shower and when I
came out Sam was standing there clutching Mr. Nosie and watching my dick. I told
her to scoot and she ran into the kitchen.
I fixed her breakfast and we
worked through her disappointment of not seeing her mother before she had to
leave for work. I silently decided that Leslie and I would have to have a talk.
We chose a nice outfit for Sam to wear and we primped and brushed and washed and
brushed and brushed and brushed until she resembled a little girl and not
something raised by wolves. She has thick, dirty blonde hair and becomes tow
headed in the summer. She has naturally wavy hair, to quote every beautician I'd
run across, which is another way of saying your going to spend half your life
untangling knots and bringing tears to her eyes.
We went out and found
that Leslie had taken the SUV from the prior evening and left me with her
'beamer'. Great I said to myself, she took the freaking booster chair. I
strapped Sam into the back and told her she was like a big girl now and
pre-empted any complaint she may have wanted to voice. I drove down the street
and stopped outside of Debbie's duplex. Her mother came out almost immediately,
dragging a crying bundle of joy. She strapped her sniveling daughter in next to
Sam and gave me the 'it's been one of those mornings look'. We bid each other
good day and I took off.
Sam regaled Debbie with tales of the zoo and
Debbie quickly rebounded from whatever grievance she had had that morning and
was soon asking if the lions had really been out.
I looked into the
rearview mirror and caught a glimpse of the two little blonde heads talking.
Suddenly the salacious thought of what it would be like to play with those two
went through my mind and I quickly looked away. I felt the blood rushing into my
face and I silently cursed myself.
"Where the hell did that come from?" I
said aloud. And both girls giggled. It was as though they knew what I was
thinking.
"You said the H word, daddy!" Samantha chimed.
"I'm
sorry, sweetie," I replied, looking at her in the rearview. God she was
cute.
I drove into the school parking lot and freed the two little back
seat prisoners. I walked them to the door and they said good by and scampered
down the hallway, joining the other little people in the land of Lilliput. I saw
a knot of ride share parents and went over to join the crowd. I joined the
conversation and found out about sales on kids' clothes; a great recipe for
leftover chicken; how the Dodgers could get out of their slump; which parents
were rumored to be breaking up; and how to make an atom bomb. A very diverse
group.
I was asked to join some at the local Denny's and I went. We were
sitting having our not so grand breakfasts when someone mentioned that today was
a half day at school. I cursed myself for forgetting to look at the school
calendar and excused myself to call Debbie's house. Her mother was just leaving
and she told me that she had worked it out with Leslie. I was going to keep
Debbie until she or her husband came to get her. I used all the tact I knew how
and told her that perhaps she should make those arrangement with me since I was
the stay at home parent. I guess I didn't use enough tact because she said if it
was too much trouble she would take the afternoon off. I told her no, that I had
just said that because Leslie had a way of forgetting to tell me these things.
We broke off on a reconciliatory note and I went back to my congealed eggs, cold
sausage, and tiny triangles of wheat toast.
The morning went by slowly. I
sat down in front of the computer to do some work, but wound up staring off into
space. Several times, I would shake myself from my reverie and realize I hadn't
done a bit of work. I thought it was funny that I also couldn't remember what I
had been thinking upon with such focus. I gave up trying to work and gave Leslie
a call. I hardly ever called her and when I did she would usually rush to the
phone asking if Sam was all right. This time I was informed that Ms. Deakan
wasn't in the office and wasn't expected back that day. I left a message for her
to call me if she came back to the office.
As I bade the secretary
farewell I said, "Guess I should have called earlier?"
And I was informed
that it wouldn't have helped because Ms. Deakan had taken a personal day after a
long buying weekend in New York. I thanked the secretary once again and was
about to hang up when a thought crossed my mind and I asked to be connected with
Mr. Charles Norris. I was informed that good old Chuck was also absent that day.
I cradled the phone and then calmly ripped it off the wall and threw it across
the room and into the living room where it bounced harmlessly on the sofa. I was
even angrier now that I had been deprived of the satisfying sound of a phone
crashing against something made of glass, or wood, or ceramic. I looked around
for something else to rip apart or throw and then realized I was acting like a
fool. I braced my hands against the counter and took deep breaths.
I
heard a chime and looked at the clock and realized I had to go pick up Sam and
Debbie. I don't know how I made it to the school in one piece. I didn't remember
any of the trip over.
There were about two hundred kids pouring out of
the school as I pulled into the lot. I searched for the two that belonged to me.
I'd always told Sam to stay by the front door and that I would find her, but she
always got caught up in the melee and ran about like the rest of the misguided.
To make matters worse, all of the little six year olds had face paint on and it
was like trying to tell goldfish apart. Every other little blonde-headed girl
had on a lilac jacket and my eyes were starting to hurt. It was like looking for
Waldo. Suddenly a little hand grabbed the crease in my pants and
tugged.
"Daddy," a frowning Sam said, "who are you looking for?"
I
looked down at Sam and Debbie's wondering faces and couldn't resist.
"I
was looking to see if I could find a couple of better behaved little girls. I
thought I might trade up!"
"Daddeeeee!" Sam intoned. Debbie giggled as
she realized I was pulling their little legs.
We stopped at Carl Jr's on
the way home and had a nutritional lunch. I watched the two little urchins play
with their food and gossip about other kids at school. I suddenly realized I was
looking at them as kids and not sex objects. Thank God that had passed, or maybe
it was only because I kept picturing Leslie with Mr. Plastic Hair. The urge to
throw something passed quickly.
The girls stopped showing an interest in
their meal so I went about cleaning them up and putting their jackets back on.
I've never understood how if little kids only eat half of their burgers they can
get that much stuff on their faces. I even found a dollop of catsup on the back
of Debbie's ear.
We got back home and the girls ran to Sam's room to
play. I told them I'd be in the den and to not leave the room without coming to
tell me. I finally settled down to do some real work and got wrapped up in what
I was doing. I finally looked at my watch and realized I'd been working for an
hour and a half without being interrupted. I found that strange and got up to
check on the girls.
I walked down the hallway and could hear a low murmur
coming from Sam's room. I figured I'd let sleeping dogs lie and just stood out
of sight and listened for a moment.
"...then he puts his thing in here!"
I heard Debbie whisper.
"Ooohhh!" Sam whispered in amazement.
"It
really hurt the first time and I cried!" Debbie informed Sam.
"The first
time?" Sam asked.
"Yeah, he did it again a couple of times and the last
time it felt good!"
"It did?" Sam asked incredulously.
"Yeah! And
you know what else?" Debbie said, urging Sam to ask her.
"What?" Sam
obliged.
"I've been putting Mr. Banana up there at night and it feels
really nice now."
"Mr. Banana!" Sam giggled.
Mr. Banana was a
little plastic banana about eight inches tall and an inch thick. It had a
painted face and little arms that came out about half way down its banana shaped
body and could stand on little feet. Sam had one just like it.
'My God!
She's telling Sam about getting fucked by her father!" I told myself and
pictured little Debbie lying in bed with a big cock stroking in and out of her.
My own cock stirred and rose mightily in my pants. I pushed down on it, but that
only felt good so I left it alone. I was all ears now and listened intently. I
wondered if I should go in there and thus end their conversation, but I had to
know what else they would say.
"You should try it!" Little Debbie urged
Sam. "I'll show you!"
I leaned back against the wall and clapped a hand
over my mouth. I had almost let out a loud, "What!" when I heard Debbie make the
offer. I heard the rustling of clothes and waited. About ten seconds later I
heard Sam exclaim:
"Oohhhh!"
I couldn't resist, I slowly poked my
head around the door frame. Little Debbie was lying on the floor, wearing only a
tee shirt, her hand was pushing Mr. Banana into her hairless little cunt. I
stood transfixed as I watched the little plastic man slide slowly into her. Sam
knelt next to Debbie and watched on with amazement. Debbie pushed the little man
in up to his little arms and then slowly pulled him back out. She repeated the
process with quiet deliberation. Mr. Banana had an easier time getting into
Debbie now and he started going in and out a little faster. Soon, the lucky
little bastard was rushing in and out without any hindrance
whatsoever.
Samantha watched the toy closely. She had stuck a hand into
her pants and I could see it moving about. Little Debbie lay with her eyes
fluttering as she pummeled her cunt. My breathing was coming in gasps now and I
suddenly realized that I was standing there with my cock in my hands. I was
stroking in tempo with Debbie and was imagining it was my cock sliding in and
out of her. I must have groaned loudly because Sam's eyes shot up to the doorway
and she saw me standing there. Her mouth fell open in sudden fear at having been
caught, but then she saw my cock and sat there staring at it instead of her
friend. Debbie kept on doing the horizontal bop with Mr. Banana, unaware of my
presence. Unaware until Sam placed a hand on her chest and shook her. Debbie
opened her eyes and saw Sam looking away. She followed Sam's gaze and saw me
standing there. She gave out a loud gasp and pulled poor abused Mr. Banana out
of her sopping little cunt. She quickly sat up, eyes wide opened, in
anticipation of my wrath. It was then she noticed my swollen cock and she too
stopped to stare at it.
I gave way to my emotions and damned common
sense. I walked into the room and stood in front of both girls with my cock
bobbing up and down. A small strand of precum hung form the head. It slowly
stretched and headed for the floor. Sam scrambled forward and stuck out her
tongue. She captured the strand and followed it up to my cock. I groaned at the
erotic sight of my little cum eater licking up my juices. She put a hand around
my cock and slid her mouth onto it. I groaned loudly as the moist warmth of her
small mouth wrapped itself around my throbbing sexual organ.
Little
Debbie moved closer and watched her friend perform.
I let Sam suck on me
for a while then I pulled out of her mouth and offered my cock to Little Debbie.
Debbie looked up at me quickly as though to reassure herself that it was okay
and then she took the head of my cock into her mouth. I felt her tongue play
about the head of my cock and savored the feeling. She pulled her mouth off and
holding my cock in her hand she moved it slowly from one side to the other
peering at it closely.
"Your thing is different than my daddy's," she
informed me. She slid her hand up and down the shaft and watched as my foreskin
slid part way up the swollen head of my cock. She smiled and did it again, then
again, then again.
It felt good, but I wanted better.
"Put it back
in your mouth, sweetie!" I urged her.
She looked back up at me and
smiled. She bent forward and returned my cock to its proper place. She slowly
bobbed up and down on my cock. Her tongue played about the head and she sucked
voraciously. Her father had taught her well. I let her have her way with me for
a while and knew if I let her go on that I would soon be spraying the walls,
ceiling, and floor with gobs of white.
I pulled out of her mouth and
knelt down in front of them. I looked at Sam, who had been rubbing furiously at
her crotch, and helped her take her clothes off.
"Lie back, honey," I
told her and then bent down to feast on her cunt. I placed my hands under her
little buns to raise her up and give me better access. I ran my tongue up and
down her slit and she moaned as I brushed against her sensitive little clit. I
drove my tongue into her cunt and worked at opening it up. I managed to push my
tongue into her and she groaned some more. I returned to her clit and and sucked
on it. Her hips were moving around in little jerks and I had to hold ass cheeks
tightly in order to continue. I focused on her clit and licked and prodded. Her
little legs suddenly slammed shut and she let out a loud keening
wail.
"Daddeeeeeeee!"
She let out large gasping breaths and her
body spasmed in response to her orgasm.
Little Debbie knelt next to us
and watched wide eyed, breathing harshly through her mouth. I let Sam down
gently and she curled into a little ball with her hands clasped between her
legs. I told Debbie to lie down and she quickly scrambled into position and
thrust her pelvis up at my face.
"My daddy never did that!" She announced
in wonderment.
I smiled and lowered my mouth to her little treasure box.
I repeated my efforts with the same results. Debbie wasn't a wailer though and
she let out a series of quiet little "Ohs." Her little body jerked in time with
my licks as her orgasm washed over her and a smile played about her lips. She
lay on her back and sighed contentedly. I looked down at her red and swollen
cunt and couldn't resist. I leaned forward and brought the head of my dick to
the mouth of her cunt.
She looked down at my cock and spread her legs
wide. I slowly pushed and my cock slowly entered her hot, moist cavity. Her cunt
had been well used and she took me in easily. She was very tight and I could
feel the walls of her cunt clutch at my shaft as it slid by. I watched as four
inches of my cock disappeared into her obscenely stretched cunt. I was amazed
that it went in without more trouble. Even though I was in her it still looked
like I was too big. I slowly pulled out and my glistening cock shaft slowly
appeared. Her inner lips rolled out as I pulled out and it looked like a little
mouth was sucking on my cock. I pushed slowly back in and then out again. I
started pumping faster and soon had a nice rhythm going. I caught a motion and
looked to find Sam had risen to her knees and was watching my cock go in and out
of her little friend's cunt. Sam sought out Mr. Banana and slowly lowered
herself onto it
The plastic toy quickly reached her hymen and she
grimaced at the discomfort. She looked up at me pleadingly and I stopped porking
Little Debbie. She moaned at the loss of my cock as I took it out of her and
looked up to see what I was doing.
I moved over to Sam and she quickly
lie back and spread her legs. She looked over at Debbie with a gleam in her eye
and smiled. I slowly lowered myself and placed my cock at the entrance to her
virgin cunt.
"This may hurt, sweetie!" I informed her.
She
swallowed and nodded her head. I pushed slowly and the head of my cock popped in
and came up against a barrier. I slowly pushed the head back and forth to loosen
her. I leaned on one hand and brought my other to her cunt. I rubbed my
moistened thumb against her clit and soon she was moaning loudly. I kept pulling
in and out of her and would push a little harder every time. I waited and timed
it so that she was cuming when I gave the crucial push. Her hymen resisted for a
moment and then gave way easily. I stopped pushing quickly so as not to cause
her too much pain, but she didn't even seem to notice as she was rocked by her
orgasm. Her only reaction had been a sharp gasp.
I resumed my slow
rocking and was soon fucking most of my cock in and out of her. The tight
feeling was amazing and my cum boiled up and out of me. She was so tight that I
felt the cum splash against the walls of her cunt. I moaned loudly as I shot
strand after strand into her. My arms felt weak and my body shook. I couldn't
hold myself up and slowly collapsed on top of her.
Debbie giggled at the
sight and soon Sam complained about the weight.
"Daddeee! Your
heavy!"
It must be a genetic thing. I rolled over and my cock pulled out
of her sopping cunt. It lie plastered against my thigh. I sighed and closed my
eyes. I must have dozed off for a moment because the next thing I knew I was
being awakened by a warm wetness wrapping itself around my flaccid cock. I
looked down quickly and found Sam and Debbie wiping off my cock with a wet face
cloth. They giggled as my cock responded to their ministrations. They finished
and my cock stood up proud and clean. The girls giggled some more and then
Debbie grabbed hold of it and lowered her mouth to it again.
I didn't
know if I could do this again and whispered, "My God!"
Debbie giggled and
pulled her mouth off me long enough to tell Sam that that was the same thing her
father said.
She returned to sucking my cock and soon I was awash in
pleasure. Debbie handed off to Sam and quietly watched Sam practice her
technique. I enjoyed both and would have given them high marks in the sexual
olympics.
Debbie then informed Sam that it was her turn and she straddled
my body. I watched as she grasped my cock and aimed it at her small opening. She
pressed down on me and I slowly disappeared into her. I could still see light
between her and I when she stopped and pulled up. She slid back down and struck
bottom. She slowly stoked up and down until she got used to my size and then
started banging away. She couldn't get all of me inside of her so when she
stroked down my cock would bend at different angles. It was a mixture of
pleasure and discomfort, but I let her continue. Soon, her mouth was wide open
and she was breathing loudly. Her eyes had a glazed look about them and her
tongue kept poking out and moistening her lips. She went on for a goodly while
and then she started 'oohing' quietly again as she slowed and finally held
herself impaled on my hard cock. She pulled off and knelt next to me with a
dreamy smile on her face.
I was close to coming so I reached down and
started stroking. I closed my eyes in anticipation and suddenly felt a little
hand grab hold above mine. I opened my eyes and saw Sam staring intently at my
cock as she helped me. I let go and she looked at me and smiled. She continued
stroking for awhile and then the precocious little thing bent over and took me
into her mouth. I moaned loudly and pushed my pelvis up driving my cock deeper
than she had anticipated. She gagged and coughed and
said:
"Daddeeee!"
"I'm sorry, sweetie," I consoled her, "I won't
do it again."
She gave me a side long glance and bent back down to her
task. She was learning quickly and each time was getting better. Her warm mouth
slid up and down my cock in its hungry search of cum. I didn't want to
disappoint her. I warned her that I was coming and she slowed as the first gobs
spewed into her mouth. Once again, this being my second load, she had no problem
taking all of it into her mouth. She swallowed, but some oozed out and ran down
my shaft and onto her hand. I had both hands on top of her head as I held it in
place, stopping her from pulling away too soon. As the last vestiges of pleasure
washed away I let her go and she sat up and smiled at me with her glazed
chin.
I sat up and pulled both girls into my arms and hugged them
tightly. I figured I'd be going to prison now and this would be the last chance
I got to hold either of them. They put up with my affection for a moment and
then Sam said she was hungry. I glanced at my watch and realized that it was
five o'clock and one of Debbie's parents would be arriving soon. I told the
girls to hurry and we all put ourselves together. I looked down and found a
large wet spot at my crotch and reminded myself to take off my pants the next
time I fucked someone. I went to my room and changed into sweats.
I found
the girls in the bathroom washing their faces. I told them to brush their teeth
and went to put together a meal.
The phone rang and I had to walk all the
way to the bedroom to find a working phone. I picked it up and found Debbie's
mom on the other end. She had a strange tone to her voice and I wondered if
mother's intuition worked at a distance. But, I soon realized that the quality
of her voice was more a hesitation as she told me that both she and her husband
were running late and would it be okay. I realized she was still stinging from
our conversation of the morning and I told her that it was fine. I told her I
was about to fix dinner and that I would feed Debbie also and then, if she
didn't mind, I would walk her home
We had a pleasant meal of tomato soup
and peanut butter sandwiches. The girls both sported red mustaches and brown
smiles as we sat and talked about the zoo and school and fucking. The talk about
fucking pretty much revolved around keeping secrets from mommies, daddies, and
pretty much everyone else in the world. Both girls agreed that that would be
best, but I figured I should keep a packed suitcase in the back of my car and
should also look into opening an account in the Grand Cayman Islands
We
ate slowly amidst much giggling and story telling. I kept steering the
conversation away form sex, hoping that they didn't get so used to talking about
it that they wouldn't accidentally say something when they were with someone
else.
At seven I had the girls put on their jackets and I grabbed
Debbie's little back pack. We slowly ambled down the street and walked up to
Debbie's house. I knocked and her father opened the door. He thanked me
profusely for taking such good care of his daughter. I was glad his porch light
was burnt out because I knew I was blushing. The girls screamed their goodbyes
and Sam and I wended our way back home.
When we arrived, Lelsie's car was
in the driveway. We walked into the house and found Leslie standing in the
kitchen. The broken phone lie on the kitchen table and she had a drink in her
hand. I stared at her and she looked back pleadingly. I took my keys off the
hook and walked back out the door. The last thing I heard was Sam asking where I
was going. I got into my car and drove away
Finit
Please send
any and all comments to Yataala@aol.com