by Amy Polino
“Are you alright?” He pushed his chair back, setting down his fork.
“Oh, yeah.” I smiled weakly, putting another piece of chicken into my mouth. “This is just so good.” I looked at Susan, who was nibbling on some salad and pretending not to notice what was going on. “My god, Susan, you’ve outdone yourself this time.”
Her foot slid away and she smiled at me. “Thank you. I wasn’t sure if you’d like it.”
“Oh, I do. I love it.” I was still trying to catch my breath.
“Jesus Christ,” my father said, picking his fork back up. “It’s good, but not that good. It looked like you were experiencing a moment of euphoria.”
I realized that my father had just witnessed me having an orgasm. My face flushed and I lowered my head. “Sorry.”
“No need to apologize.” He took another bite, looking back and forth between us. “Hey, we’re going to have some more of that cake for dessert, right?”
“Sure,” Susan said. “That sounds good.”
While continuing to eat, I slowly used my left hand to zip up my fly and button my pants.
* * *
A little while later we were all sitting in the living room. As usual, my father was in his chair with a stack of papers in his lap and Susan and I were sharing the couch. The TV was on, but no one was really watching it. Susan was playing a game on her phone and I was getting into the first of the new books she’d given me the night before. We’d been sitting there for about half an hour when my phone chirped, startling me.
I closed my book around one finger and slipped the phone from my pocket. I glanced at Susan as I activated the screen, but she was pretending not to notice. Looking back down at the display, I saw I had a new text message from her. I opened it up and read:
U r so beautiful when u come.
Will u let me taste u later?
My heart began racing as I absorbed the message. I glanced at her again, but she was still pretending to be deeply involved in some type of puzzle game. She was good at this espionage stuff. It was truly thrilling, unlike anything I’d ever experienced before. I peered over at my father, but he was lost in his own world.
I hit the reply icon and typed Susan back:
Hi there sexy.
I’ll let u taste me if u let me taste u.
I hit send, feeling my pulse quicken as her phone chirped almost immediately. I turned mine off and tucked it away, then sat back and waited to see her reaction. I could hear the sound of her game continue on very faintly, and then after a minute it stopped. I assumed she was reading the text. Seconds later she turned off her phone and sat up.
“Anybody want to play Monopoly?” she asked.
My father looked up. “In my day, we played that at the kitchen table, not on a phone.”
She glared at him. “Your day is pretty much the same as my day. That’s what I’m talking about, the board game. I keep seeing it in the linen closet and wanting to play.”
He pursed his lips, scratching at his chin. “That game can go on way too long. I don’t really have time tonight.”
“Do you ever?”
“I’d love to play,” I said, before my father could respond.
Susan looked at me, smiling. “Really?”
“Sure.”
“Why don’t you two play?” he suggested. “You’ll probably have more fun without me anyway.”
Well, that was certainly true. “Maybe we can play in my room, so we don’t disturb you.”
He shrugged, looking back down at his papers. “Why don’t you play at the kitchen table, where you have room?”
I looked at Susan. “Where would you like to play?”
“Your room sounds good. It’s nice and peaceful in there.”
“You were in there last night,” he complained. “Why don’t you play in the kitchen?”
“Does it matter?” Susan asked.
“I just don’t like the idea of everyone hiding behind closed doors. What’s wrong with the kitchen?”
Susan looked at me. “Nothing, I guess. Did you really want to play?”
I really didn’t. I just wanted to slip away with her. But the kitchen wasn’t exactly the ideal spot for it. “It’s up to you.”
“Why don’t we give it a try. We don’t have to finish if it takes too long.”
I nodded and stood up, setting my book on the coffee table. “Alright.”
She went down the hall to get the game and I entered the kitchen, pouring us each a glass of iced tea. When she returned with the game she set it down and gave me a quick little kiss on the mouth. “Sorry,” she whispered. “I should have thought of something better.”
“It’s okay,” I assured her. “Let’s just set it up.”
We set the game up and each took a bunch of fake money. Then we chose our game pieces and put them any old place on the board. It was obvious we weren’t really going to play. Susan found the dice and gave them a roll, cheering aloud for double sixes.
“Get ready,” I told her. “I’m in the mood to win.”
“Is that so.” She was sitting directly beside me, and she took a moment to lean over and put an arm around my shoulders. “Guess what I’m in the mood for?” she whispered.
I leaned toward her and answered her question with a kiss. We scooted very close together and held hands as we made out at the table. Every minute or two one of us would reach over and roll the dice in case my father was listening, but otherwise we became lost in each other, our mouths working feverishly as we shared our affection.
After a while, Susan finally broke the kiss. “I want you, baby,” she whispered in my ear.
“I want you, too. But I’m not sure how to pull it off.”
She kissed me again. “You promised me a taste.”
“I know. I want to taste you, too.”
“I don’t want to wait any more. It’s all I can think about.”
I smiled naughtily and reached over the to board, grabbing her game piece. Then I tossed it to the floor, beneath the table. “While you’re down there, feel free to help yourself to whatever you want.”
She grinned and covered her mouth to stifle a giggle. She was out of her chair in no time, climbing under the table in search of her little dog. While she was retrieving it, I unbuttoned my pants again and slid down the zipper. I worked them a little lower, exposing as much of my panties as I could without actually pulling them down. Then I felt her hand in my lap, helping. Her sweet little fingers tugged my panties aside and I could feel her breath on my sensitive skin. Then I felt her lips kissing my inner thigh and I felt a rush of arousal.
“Oh, Susan,” I whispered. I reached down and tangled my fingers in her soft hair. I wanted to look down and watch what she was doing, but I was afraid my father might walk in. If I caught his eye just as he came through the door, it would at least give Susan a chance to pull her head out of my lap before he realized precisely what she was doing.
Between my legs, I could feel Susan’s mouth move closer to my sex. Her long, silky hair was brushing against my soft skin and tickling me. I could hear the faint sounds of her heavy breathing as she pressed her lips to mine and gave me a gentle kiss. It sent shivers of heat through me, and I could feel my clitoris stiffen as her lips brushed against it.
I moaned, unable to help myself. I wished so badly that we were in my room, together in my bed and away from my father. I wanted to taste her at the very same time she was tasting me. I reminded myself that we were on the verge of becoming lovers now, and would have plenty of time to do whatever we wanted later on; right now I had to concentrate on enjoying the moment.
I leaned my head back as I felt Susan’s tongue slide between my folds. She seemed to be teasing me just a little, and I liked it. I also realized that it was her first time with a woman, and that she was probably nervous and excited, and having to hide beneath the table like that seemed terribly unfair. It almost made me wish we’d waited for thi
s. Then she found my clitoris with her tongue and I was immediately glad we hadn’t.
I gasped, reaching one hand up to my breast. I slipped it inside my shirt and bra and began rolling one nipple between my fingers as Susan continued to glide her tongue around and around my swollen nub. I had already been aroused, and with her under the table on her knees licking me like that, it caused me to become almost desperate for release. My second orgasm of the evening while seated at the kitchen table roared down on me, and I squirmed around in my seat, squeezing my thighs together against Susan’s head. I felt her press further into me and then I was coming in her mouth and whimpering, doing my best to stay as quiet as possible. The legs of my chair slid back partially, making a loud scraping sound against the floor, and Susan quickly scampered out from beneath the table with her little dog pawn.
“Everything okay in there?” my father called from the other room.
“Everything’s fine,” I answered shakily. I was still trembling with the aftereffects of my climax.
I smiled at Susan as she emerged from under the table. I tugged my pants up and fastened them as she stood, and then she was right there, smothering my mouth with hers in a heated kiss. I tasted myself on her lips and it got me excited all over again.
“God, you’re delicious!” she whispered.
“I’m glad you think so.”
“I do.”
“Good. But I want to taste you now.”
She nodded and sat down. After glancing toward the doorway and sensing that it was safe, she grabbed the dice and gave them a roll. “Ha ha,” she said loud enough for my father to hear. “That’s my property. You owe me $340.”
“I’d pay more than triple that for a taste of you,” I whispered.
Susan giggled and began hiking up her dress. She was wearing another light-weight summer affair, this time in gold. She rolled the dice again as I slid off my chair and grabbed my pawn. Then I was under the table, preparing myself for one of the most exciting moments of my life so far; my first real taste of Susan.
I got on my knees before her and slid my head up and under her dress. It was so exhilarating I could feel myself starting to grow wet again. I ran my tongue along her soft, smooth thighs and peppered them with little kisses as I grew closer to her center. I could smell her desire and it filled me with such longing that I was unable to restrain myself and tease her as I had planned; I lifted my head and found her pubic mound, pressing my mouth to her glistening sex and moaning softly.
Susan whimpered and slid down in her chair. I could feel one of her hands grab hold of my hair and pull it roughly as I slipped my tongue between her sweet lips. The taste of her filled my mouth and I almost came again. Then she was pressing my face against her and breathing so heavily I could feel her rising and falling against me.
I worked my tongue in deeper, sliding it as far into her as I could. Then I reached up with one hand and began rubbing her swollen bud with my finger, causing her to gasp aloud and pull my hair even harder.
“You two okay?” my father called suddenly.
“Fine,” Susan blurted. I could hear the dice roll above my head as I slid my tongue from her and began licking her up and down, gathering her juices and swallowing them down. A moment later I moved my hand away and sucked her clitoris between my lips. Susan slid down further in her chair, moaning, and I quickly began dancing my tongue over her.
Within seconds, I could tell she was about to come. Her whole body tensed up and she pressed heavily into my face, gripping the back of my head with one hand as her feet came up off the floor. Her orgasm came in a series of pulses that I could feel in my mouth as I held myself against her, helping her along. She groaned, a little too loudly, and then almost squealed as her climax peaked.
“What the hell is going on?” my father called out.
I quickly ducked out from under her dress and tried to scramble to my feet. Susan righted herself in her chair just as I was poking my head out from under the table, and I thought we were going to make it when I saw my father’s shoes appear in the doorway. He stood and watched me as I crawled out from beneath the table, our eyes meeting in a moment of awkward apprehension. He was about to open his mouth and say something when Susan beat him to it.
“Did you find it?”
I got to my feet, nodding. I held up my little iron for all to see. “It was under the other chair. It must have bounced across the floor.” I made a move to put it on the board. “Now I can’t remember where I was.”
“You were two spots ahead of me. Sorry I bumped you off the board like that.”
“It’s okay,” I said, sitting down.
We both looked over at my father, who was watching us suspiciously. “You want to play?” Susan asked him.
“No. What was that groaning?”
“Groaning?”
“Oh,” I said. “I think he means when I was kneeling on your foot. Sorry about that.”
She smiled. “It’s okay. It just took me by surprise.”
I quickly grabbed the dice and rolled them, pretending to get back into the game. My father watched as I moved my piece forward eight spaces and luckily landed on a spot that didn’t require me to pick a card, as we hadn’t bothered setting them out.
“Who’s winning?” he asked.
“Susan,” I told him. “I hardly even remember how to play. We’re kind of improvising.”
He nodded as Susan picked up the dice and rolled them. “You sure you don’t want to play?”
“I’m sure.” He watched us a little longer, until we turned and stared at him. “It sounded like you were doing something else in here,” he complained.
“What did it sound like we were doing?” Susan asked.
“I’m not sure. It sounded funny.”
“Well, I don’t know what to tell you. We’re playing Monopoly. If you want to join us, feel free.”
“No. I really don’t want to.”
“I’m not really sure I like it either,” I admitted.
Susan sighed. “Why, because you’re losing?”
“No. I just forget how to play. I need to spend a little time reading the rules.”
“Maybe we should just put it away for tonight. We can try it again some other time.”
I nodded. “Alright.”
“It was a stupid idea, I guess.”
“No it wasn’t. I just don’t remember how to play.”
We began gathering up the money and returning it to the box. My father watched for just a moment longer and then stepped back into the living room, giving up. If he was going to catch us it would have to be another time.
As soon as he was gone I leaned over and kissed Susan. “God, you’re hot! Did I do okay?”
She smiled. “You did wonderful. I want to go to bed with you.”
I moaned quietly. “We’ll have to think of something. There must be a way.”
We finished cleaning up, our minds busy scheming.
Chapter 12
Susan and I tried very hard to think up some excuse as to why the two of us needed to stay at a motel for a night that weekend, but nothing we thought of held much water. My father had been suspicious of us since catching me under the table with her moaning, and he was keeping a much closer eye on us. We still managed to get together for lots of kissing, and we even made love on the couch the next night after I got home from work, finishing just before his car pulled up, but we had to spend most of our time together with him in the room and that really hindered our opportunities to be intimate. I suggested to her that she ought to get a divorce, and that the two of us could move off together and be done with him, but there were a lot of messy legal issues involved with that. She’d need time to look into it.
In the meantime, we continued to do whatever we could to stay happy.
We somehow struggled through Saturday, getting more and more frustrated by my father’s constant presence and his deep, penetrating inquiries whenever
we suggested we were going out someplace. All three of us could feel a certain tension building, and no one knew what to do about it.
By the time Sunday night rolled around, and we finished eating a delicious but uncomfortable dinner together, Susan decided to try something new. We were all in the living room again, in our usual spots, and she began flirting with my father as he was studying his many stacks of papers.
“Maybe we could take a little trip together next weekend. Someplace romantic.”
Any heterosexual male in his right mind would have taken her up on it, but he only grunted and made more scribbles on his documents. I would have loved to go somewhere romantic with her and do anything I could to make her as happy as possible; it made me wonder again what was wrong with him.
“Maybe camping,” she suggested. “A little tent and a cozy sleeping bag.”
He looked up from his papers, scowling. “Why would you want to sleep in the woods when you’ve got a nice bed right here in the house?”
“I just want to try and spark a little romance. You don’t seem interested in me anymore.”
He glanced at me, probably in embarrassment. “Of course I’m interested,” he told her.
“That’s news to me. You don’t show it. It makes me wonder.”
“Wonder what?”
“Why you’re tired of me already.”
“I’m not tired of you, Susan. I’m just very busy. I’ve got more clients being dumped on me than ever before, what with the merger and Reynolds retiring. I can barely keep up.”
“You’re always working. You don’t even make very much money. It almost seems silly.”
“I make money,” he practically growled. “It doesn’t grow on trees, you know. I’ve got to work for it.” He raised his stack of papers into the air. “This is my work.”
“I understand that. I just wish you had a little time for me, too.”
