"Hmm?"
"Give me your drink."
She handed him her glass after a quick sip.
He extracted his phone and thumbed it. "Stand in front of him and slowly lift your shirt."
She giggled. "Tease him again?"
"Yes, but you do it this time."
Dave said, "If you're taking pictures, I want some."
That made her laugh. "Am I going to be a new internet star?"
Her husband frowned. "No, these are private. If they got on the net, nothing would be a tease anymore." He looked sternly to his friend. "I'll think about it."
Dave scowled. "Oh, come on. Fine, I'll take my own."
"Not if you want to keep seeing…"
His friend blew out a breath. "Great. Fine. Whatever."
She flipped up her hem and exposed her pussy. "You really like seeing me?"
Dave's eyes locked on hers in shock. "Uh, yes? Are you kidding? You can show me all day long—"
CT laughed. "All right, Sammie, stand in front of him."
She felt a thrill and chill surge through her, racing from the soles of her feet up her insides and tingling off her arms. But she felt alive and adult. She was going to do something grown people do. She was going to reach beyond her prep school, and the so-very-annoying dean of students who took offense at everything, and step into womanhood.
I'm here. I'm a woman. She cocked her hips to the side and lifted her t-shirt. The brush of cool air across her pussy felt encouraging. She smiled at Dave's transfixed gaze. She could almost feel the force of his eyeballs on her and it made her want to giggle.
He said, "Yep, definitely. Could stare at this all day."
She grinned at him. "You really like it?"
He coughed. "Yeah…" He shifted around on the loveseat. "Have to relieve pressure later."
"Relieve pressure?" Is he meaning what I think he means?
He made a stroking motion, then rubbed his hand back through his hair. "Yeah." He shifted again.
CT said, "Take it out. Don't strain yourself."
Sammie dropped her shirt and clapped a hand over her mouth. "Oh my gosh."
Her husband said, "Lift your shirt and watch him take it out. I want you to see the physical appreciation."
Inside, though wanting to burst into insane giggles, she wondered if her femininity was developed enough to garner such appreciation from an older man. Curiosity cascaded through her and brought courage. She lifted her hem, watching intently as Dave shrugged and began undoing his pants.
Nothing had ever prepared her for what she saw.
He pulled out his shaft, mostly hard already, and flexed it in the open air.
She almost dropped her hem. Reflexively, her thighs clamped, wanting to protect her feminine hole from such a monster. Her gasp brought chuckles from Dave and her husband.
Dave's cock was thick, like her husband's, but more so. The helmet of his manhood was larger by a lot, though. She had never seen something so thick and engorged. All the cocks she had seen from her peers were skinny compared to Dave's thing. Do cocks grow with age? They must…
Her husband's words were soothing. "See? He very much appreciates you."
She realized her mouth was open in wonder as she stared at the enormous helmet.
Dave was grinning up at her.
Her husband said, "Put your feet apart."
She did, making the move that brought with it a rush of heat within her and a shiver of chills.
Dave's grin broke into a toothy smile and his cock flexed.
Oh my gosh, he's getting totally perved looking at me. But why does it feel so good and so nasty at the same time? She looked back at her husband.
He wore a small smile and was taking pictures.
"Am I doing okay?" She needed to hear his approval.
He nodded once, sagely, and said, "Touch yourself. Just a couple rubs."
The twisting ache in her clit decided now was the time to remind her it was there. She gasped. "In front of him?"
He nodded once again. "Go on."
She looked back at a happy Dave. Then she looked down, unable to look him in the eyes as she slid her hand down over her clit. A wave of dizziness and delight swayed her where she stood, reaching deep and teasing that twisting coil of desire within her.
CT had gotten up, moving to the side to take pictures. He said, "Look at him as you do it." He moved around behind the loveseat.
She glanced at his friend, then quickly back down in embarrassment. Her breathing was fast and furious, and a trembling shook everything – her hands, arms, knees, legs…
Her husband said low, "You're doing fine. Look at him."
Her eyes locked on his cock and a jolt of juices flooded her. His hand was on it, lightly stroking. She had never seen a boy handle his own cock, though a couple of her friends had said they'd seen videos. They had laughed and made fun of them, but standing and watching made Sammie feel involved in something special. There was nothing funny about Dave's hand on his own shaft: it looked positively sexy.
Her panting came faster and she rubbed around her clit, trying to ease the tension building within her.
Her husband ended it all. "Excellent, but I think that's enough for now. We'll do more another time." His words sounded a little rushed.
Dave gave a pensive pout. "Aw…"
CT chuckled. "Don't worry, she requires a bit more practice."
Sammie felt warm – the heat within finally reaching the surface of her skin. She was still looking at Dave's thick cock.
Her husband took her arm. "Come on."
She looked at him and saw that smoky look in his eyes. A smile fluttered on her face and she knew she was about to be a woman in his arms again.
CHAPTER 9
CT shoved his shaft deep, over and over, into Sammie's young body. She moaned happily beneath him as he shivered and shook with excitement.
You're so hot, little girl… Seeing her rub her pussy in front of Dave and seeing his friend's fat cock flexing at the sight had caused his own cock to harden and swell in his pants. He knew he needed to fuck Sammie or go insane.
He had never seen his friend's cock before and the sight had shocked him. It looked like he had seven perfect inches and a helmet twice the size of his own. When his friend had stroked it and rubbed his fingers over the fat helmet, CT's cock had strained to full hardness: Dave had been looking at Sammie's fingers playing at her clit. The situation as it was had burned within him with a burst of lust.
She had not only put on a show for Dave, but also for him. He had not considered watching his friend handle his shaft while looking at his wife would be so hot. He groaned happily, feeling her wetness all around his shaft, sucking and stroking it with gentle squeezes. He pressed deep, sighing with sadistic satisfaction that he had such a fine young girl to fuck – and it happened to be B.B.'s daughter.
He briefly thought of the pictures. His plan was to send a few with every response to taunt B.B. His idea for malicious revenge and sending her father pictures hadn't included this sudden swell of sensuality in taking them.
Yes, this is turning out to be a ton of fun… I need to take more pictures. His cock swelled dramatically and tension tore up his legs, twisting his feet as his orgasm erupted – sending his sperm deep into B.B.'s daughter. Fuck you, Benjamin Baruch.
~ ~ ~
Sammie wore shorts the next day and her husband had said nothing. He left the house with a kiss and a stack of business cards.
She just didn't feel the courage to wear a skirt after seeing Dave's cock the previous night. Amazed at the thing and marveling at its girth, she had even dreamt of it last night. She felt embarrassed over that and felt it was something she could never admit to CT.
She was in the kitchen fixing a bowl of soup for lunch when Dave came in.
His smile was friendly with a hint of secret. "No skirt today?"
Her blush rushed her face before she could stop it and she felt heat rise from the hair follicles on
Dave's look turned concerned. "Oh, hey, don't be embarrassed. Maybe it's me that should be—"
Sammie coughed. "You? Like, are you serious?"
He chuckled. "Like, yeah. I don't run around whipping out my willy—"
She snorted in sudden laughter and the fit of giggles overtook her without any kind of control. She felt the heat in her face intensify. "Uh, I don't run around flashing my pussy to everyone."
His smile was white and bright. "You shouldn't. But I'm glad you're using me for practice."
She felt better that he said it. "Really?"
He cleared his throat. "Really. I was hoping you didn't think my thing looked grody or something."
"Grody?"
He rolled his eyes. "Old term. Gross, you know?"
"Oh…" She giggled gently. "Um, no, it…"
He frowned. "What's wrong?"
"Nothing." She turned away, and turned off the burner.
"What is it?"
Am I seriously standing here over soup talking about Dave's dick? For reals? What would my husband say - suggest I do? Talk? She took a breath. "I guess…"
Dave leaned sideways against the counter and folded his arms. "Hmm?"
The words rushed from her. "I've never seen one so big."
He looked confused. "It's not that big."
She coughed. "Are you kidding?"
He shrugged. "Well, other than the head…"
"The whole thing is huge."
He shook his head. "Darling, other than the head, I'm not anywhere near huge. Seven inches is nice, but that's nothing compared to the thirteen and fourteen-inch bitch-splitters men brag about."
Bitch-splitters? Oh my gosh. Boys and their terms for their own dicks… She giggled. "Uh…"
"You haven't seen many dicks, have you?"
She felt put on the spot and questioned over something shameful. "No!" Her word had all the force of teenage effrontery.
He held up his hands. "Hey, it's all right. Was just asking."
She poured the soup into her bowl. "Um, sorry if that sounded…"
"Nah, don't worry. I just hope I get to whip mine out for you again. That was fun."
A giggle burst from her. "Yes…it was."
His smile returned and a sparkle shifted across his eyes. "So you did like it?"
I don't know how much to say… Where are you CT? I need your advice. "Let's just say I'm learning new things."
Suddenly she felt stupid for having worn shorts – as if everyone would know she had been scared like a little girl and reacted so childishly. The blush returned and she burned with shame. Have I failed my husband? Her fear of wearing a skirt earlier that morning turned into a fear of disappointing CT.
~ ~ ~
CT returned home with a different kind of excitement. Cards passed out and a couple more music stores primed with his available experience, his thoughts had turned to Sammie's sexiness. Yes, he definitely wanted to get some more pictures and he knew she would be putty to his directions. This is going to be perfect; she'll do anything I say under the guise of learning.
She bounced to him wearing a skirt and gave him a kiss.
So she changed after I left. He had eyed her selection of shorts for the day, but wanted to get moving. Business first, pleasure later. He said to her, "I noticed the shorts; I'm glad you changed."
She looked hopefully satisfied at his words, searching his face for approval and happy to find it. "I told myself I was being stupid—"
He put a finger to her lips. "Not stupid. Just uncertain. Fear is a huge inhibitor to happiness. We're going to work on that more again tonight. But first we go out for pizza. Go tell Dave."
She smiled happily. "Okay."
"One more thing."
She looked quizzical and cheery.
"Take off your panties."
Her mouth dropped open. "I can't go—"
"Of course you can. This is a critical step in your learning."
She sighed, looking pensive. "If you say so…"
He nodded. "It is. Don't worry, Dave and I will be with you."
She set her shoulders in that way that told him she was determined to try.
Good girl.
~ ~ ~
Giovanni's Pizza was not overly crowded on a Tuesday night, or so Dave told him. CT thought it was. But he was more concerned with watching Sammie navigate the evening in a short skirt and no panties. She was giving it an effort, though she looked far too stiff.
Pizza ordered, she glanced over at the arcade machines.
He chuckled. "Want some quarters?"
Her characteristic enthusiasm erupted on her face. "Can I?"
He stood. "You don't need my permission…" He went to the cashier and changed for some quarters. He returned and set down a roll. "Go have some fun."
She almost shivered with excitement.
He settled back into the booth.
Dave said, "All that eagerness of youth…"
"So innocent."
His friend said with a wry tone, "Where did we lose it all?"
"Lose? I think it just changed."
Dave gave him a suffering look. "Lose, change, what the fuck ever."
CT laughed. "I guess I do quibble over words sometimes. I guess that's the influence of teaching piano – things have to be exact."
His friend grunted in dismissal. "Didn't hurt my feelings any."
That was how they were – how they had always been. CT and Dave had never had an argument – they fit each other's personality in ways that created no friction.
They watched Sammie put quarters in a pinball machine.
CT raised an eyebrow. "Thought she'd go for the fancier game machines."
"Nothing wrong with pinball."
He shook his head. "Nah, I just thought she'd go for something more modern."
Dave reached across and nudged his arm. "Hey, check them out."
He looked where his friend was looking.
A couple of young boys were eyeballing Sammie. One had Bieber-hair and the other's hair was combed over one eye and dyed black. The latter held his head cocked carefully so his hair hung perfectly over his eye.
The two boys were nudging each other. Finally, both of them got up and approached Sammie.
Dave chuckled. "You might want to go save your young wife."
CT waved some fingers. "Let's see how she reacts; I'm curious."
Bieber-hair put a frown on his face and began talking to Sammie. He began bobbing his head.
CT said to Dave, "Why do young kids bob their heads so much? Doesn't it hurt their necks?"
His friend twisted his mouth. "Shit if I know, but I see pot-smokers do it all the time. They do it while holding their breath, squinting their eyes, and saying, 'duuuuuuuude…' "
He laughed. "You never tried the funny weed?"
"Oh, a couple times. Hated the smell and it all seemed so pointless, except to give me the munchies. Tallied it up as a waste of money. What about you?"
"Never."
"Oh come on."
"Really."
"Everybody's done it at least once." Dave shook his head knowingly.
CT gave his Spock eyebrow. "Why does everyone have to do something? I didn't. Not even once."
His friend held up his hands. "All right, fair enough. I guess you're the type of character who can resist—"
"It took no effort. I've never done pot, LSD, Meth—"
Dave laughed. "Yeah, yeah, okay."
"Never wanted to."
The two boys were trying to get Sammie's number. They were holding their cell phones out expectantly.
She shook her head and turned away from the pinball game and the boys.
They looked pissed. Their features grew shocked and disgusted when she returned to the booth to sit with CT and Dave.
CT lifted an eyebrow at the two boys and let that sadistic smile grace his lips.
Bieber-hair jerked his head back sharply a few times, his mouth working several f-words that none of them heard.
Dave lifted his middle finger and scratched the area beside his nose, flipping off the two kids.
CT felt a rush of comradery with his friend and he chuckled. "We're always on the same page."
"Fuck them."
Sammie said, "Oh, you heard them—"
CT shook his head. "Saw. Can't hear across the place with all this noise."
She twisted her mouth in distaste. "They tried to pick up on me to go party with them."
"What did you say?"
"Told them I was married. They didn't believe me even when I showed them my ring. Kept trying to get me to come watch some Hentai movie with them." She rolled her eyes.
Dave frowned. "Hentai?"
CT said in a hushed voice, "Anime porn. I'm surprised you didn't know—"
"Anime? The Japanese cartoon stuff?"
He and Sammie both nodded.
His friend nodded once upwards. "Yeah, I know about it, just didn't know it had a special term."
Sammie said, "It's all the rage in school."
CT and Dave snorted at the same time.
Her expression changed slightly. "When I went over there… Um…"
CT gave her a level look. "Spit it out."
She quickly wiped at her lips. "Do I have something in my mouth?"
Dave laughed.
CT said, "It's a term – means say it. Get it out."
She shook her head. "Oh. You older people make me feel like such a noob."
"What were you going to ask?"
"Oh, uh… When I went over there, could you see anything? Like, I'm covered?"
"You shouldn't be worried about it."
"Okay, but was I covered?"
Dave frowned deeply. "Unfortunately."
She coughed, but then laughed and rolled her eyes. "I'm being serious."
He said, "Yeah, so am I."
CT leaned to her and whispered, "See? The power you hold is that strong…"
She lowered her head as if in a secret convo with him and looked at him from under her eyelashes. "It's scary."
"It doesn't need to be." He shifted a little and unzipped his slacks. He pulled out his cock and took her hand. "Grab onto me while we wait."
Her eyes went huge.
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