She heard the receiver slick into its cradle and then rolled over on her back laughing like a loon. Actually she was fully dressed, just as she had walked in from the camper. She had only told him all that to get him all hot and bothered.
"I know damn well he was giving himself a hand job," she said softly to herself. She smiled to herself as she thought of what some of her goody-goody girl friends would think of hearing her use such dirty words, not to mention what their reaction would be to what she had just done on the telephone with her sexy voice.
Such girls tried to pretend things like hand jobs didn't exist even for boys, much less for girls. On the other hand, Kelly had a few friends from her high school days -- just a few months past, after all -- who knew the score and weren't afraid to admit it. They were only too aware of such activities as putting their hands on a boy's nice fat cock and giving a hot little session of fingering, because they had done it. Kelly knew they had because she had talked about it a few times. Both Jeannie and Pam had admitted doing it more than once. They said they had done it to give their boyfriends the relief they knew they needed without having to flop down in the back seat and spread their legs for them. And once when she and Pam had been talking about especially intimate things, Pam had even confessed to giving herself a hand job. Kelly remembered how glad Pam was when she admitted that she also did it once in a while. Pam had thought maybe girls weren't as bad as boys about masturbating themselves, and that she was especially naughty for doing it.
Kelly slipped out of her clothes and headed toward the shower, her fine twin firmnesses jouncing solidly as she walked. She was still thinking about sex. There were things she could share with girls like Pam and Jeannie, but even with them she knew she could never come clean about one of her biggest secrets -- how she let her own father fuck her, and how she'd been laying for him for three years. She stepped into the shower and felt the wonderfully welcome water wash the grime of the long car trip from her body. As for the rest of her secrets... well, there were a few things her father didn't know, too, even though he thought he was her closest confidante. She turned her wet nakedness front wards so the hot fountain coursed over her plump tits and on down to the jungle-thick curls of her pouting crotch. And what her father didn't know, she was certainly never going to tell him, she continued to mull over in her mind. Not a chance! It was too groovy having things the way they were and Kelly definitely wanted to keep them that way.
As she dried herself off she thought of her girl friends with all their dumb dates... boys only a few years older at most -- rank amateurs compared to where she got her loving from. It was funny that she had never given in and let Rex have a little pussy, though. She grinned mischievously to herself as she powdered her smooth nakedness before her mirror. Maybe she'd just do that little thing sometime before too long. As big a reason as any for holding out so long from Rex, of course, was her father's jealousy and the way he controlled her dating so strictly. But there were ways, if she wanted to bad enough.
She glanced at herself as she slipped into her silk panties and jeans. She knew darned well that Rex sure would love to see her that way, all smooth and naked and getting into her clothes -- even if he was a little shy for a guy his age. She got into a shirt, leaving her tits comfortably bare beneath it, and kept thinking of Rex. Maybe she'd give him a little tease-job before long and see how he took it.
As she left her bedroom to join the others, she almost stumbled over Lilly on the floor outside her door.
"And just what are you doing here?" she demanded.
Lilly shrugged thin shoulders. "Don't get steamed up," she replied impertinently. "I wasn't listening to your dumb old telephone conversation if that's what you're worried about. I'm just sitting here while I whittle me a whistle out of this stick. See?"
She held up her handiwork.
"Well, you better not have been," Kelly retorted, going on into the living room.
As she went out on the front porch she thought to herself, Hey, wait a minute, how did the little brat know I was even on the phone at all if she wasn't eavesdropping? I had my door closed. Oh well, even if she was she probably couldn't make out anything I was saying -- if she could, she sure got an earful, that's for sure!
She mused that just maybe, her little tomboy sister was starting to finally get old enough to be interested in something besides softball and climbing trees. When Kelly had been her age, she remembered, she was already plenty interested in boys and doing all she could to find out what the score was. But then maybe she was more mature at that age. Her breasts had developed early, she remembered, and had certainly been bigger than the barely visible little titties on Lilly's chest. Perhaps her mind had been equally precocious, and that accounted for the difference in them.
Her parents were obviously gone, she noted. They were probably off in the bedroom. Kelly felt a touch of jealousy at the thought of them alone in there. They were probably locked in each other's arms and really going at it.
Curt always claimed that he liked burying his big cock in her "juicy little snatch", as he often called it, much better than doing it with her mother. That made Kelly feel awfully good when he said it, but she had a sneaking suspicion he enjoyed fucking Karol a lot more than he let on. Oh well, it didn't make any difference, really, Kelly tried to tell herself. After all, her mother was an awfully good looking woman for her age -- still pretty young at that. Why shouldn't her father get a big thrill from it? Even if he lied about it so Kelly would still continue to open up her sweet young cunt for him whenever the opportunity presented itself.
Kelly sat in the porch swing, idly buffing her nails, as she thought about what was probably going on in their bedroom. Maybe she would just figure out a way to have a scene with Rex sooner than she had even planned. Or, for that matter, why limit it to him? Even though he was handsome, and had more or less been her boyfriend for several months, he was awfully slow when it came to sex. Maybe one of the other guys who liked her would be better. Like David, Jeannie's groovy boyfriend. She knew he liked her from the way she had seen him looking at her. Was Jeannie too good a friend to have that happen, though?
Kelly stretched her long legs languorously across the porch swing and thought of his hard, football-hardened muscles and his confident, aggressive manner. Maybe it wouldn't hurt her conscience a bit to make a little play for David in spite of Jeannie. Heck, Jeannie would probably do the same thing to her if she had the chance. And it wasn't like she wanted to permanently take him away from Jeannie or anything like that. Kelly grinned to herself. All she wanted from David was just to get him alone and then let nature take its course. If he grooved on her as much as his eyes seemed to imply, then things might get pretty hot. And if it happened that he didn't, no sweat. Kelly lay down the fingernail buffer and let her hand pass gently over the curve of her bulging shirt. She had a good idea David would definitely be pleased by what was under there... especially if she let him do more than just look.
Inside in the house, Lilly finished making her whistle and gave it a couple of experimental toots. Its sound went all through the house and emphasized how quiet things were.
"Jeez," she said under her breath, "where's everybody at, I wonder? Sure is quiet in here."
She went to the window and saw Kelly lounging in the porch swing, then headed for her parents' master bedroom. The door was locked. Little Lilly cocked her head before it in surprise. Sometimes at night they locked that door, but she couldn't remember them doing it in the daytime. She glanced behind her to make sure that Kelly was still safely occupied, then pressed her ear to the keyhole.