"What shall we do today?" asked Jane. "I know what I want to do."
"I do too," said Roger. "I want to go to town."
"Town?" she said. "Why?"
"I want to go someplace where there are lots of young girls," he said.
She stared at him.
"I'm trying to figure this out," he said. "I need to go someplace that usually gets my fantasy going."
"I'll try to be your fantasy," she said, her voice trembling.
"No," he said, patiently. "Jane, honey, listen to me. I think I love you, but I need to know."
"And you think
that if you really love me, you won't get turned on my young girls any
more?" She shook her head. "I can't compete with
that. I'm not going to be young forever."
"I don't know
what anything means," he said, frustration in his voice. "But I
have to know about this. I can't ... I can't ask you to make any
plans until I get this figured out. I know what I feel for
you. What I don't know is what I'll feel ... out there. It
isn't fair to either of us to leave that question unanswered."
"What if I still lust after my father?" asked Jane.
"You already decided a long time ago that nothing will come of that," said Roger.
"Can't you just decide that nothing will ever happen with any young girl?" asked Jane.
"I don't care
if, while we're making love, you think of your father," he said.
"At least not if it's only once in a while. But I don't WANT to
think of some young girl when I'm making love with you. I haven't
so far, but I haven't been tempted either. Jane, sometimes,
when I get home from school, I masturbate three or four times before I
go to sleep!"
"Oh!" she
said. She was surprised, but not really shocked. He'd
admitted he had a thing for young girls. She hadn't realized it was
THAT much of a thing. Still, with a little shiver of
satisfaction, she remembered that he'd gone four times in one day with
her too.
"OK," she said. "Let's go to town and see if I can compete."
"Don't put it that way," he said. "This scares me."
"I'll be with
you," she said, taking his hand. "You don't have to be
afraid. I'll take good care of you and protect you from all those
nasty little girls."
"Don't call them nasty little girls," he moaned. "That's part of my fantasy."
"We need to go to my room first, though," she said. "I need to change."
"You look great, just like you are?" he said.
"Thank you," she
said smiling. "Humor me. In fact, I won't be but just
a minute. Go ahead and find us a cab and I'll be right back.
Roger was
standing in the open back door of a cab when Jane ran to meet
him. Even as small as she was, he could see her breasts
bobbing up and down. She'd put on a peach colored blouse.
He could see the darkness of her areolas and nipples through it.
She'd taken off her bra when she changed blouses.
"My, my," he said, leering at her.
It wasn't until
she was seated next to him in the back seat, hip to hip, and the cab
had started moving, that she leaned over, licked his ear, and whispered.
"I'm not wearing panties either. Is that nasty enough for you?"
