"But not all night, young lady," he warned her.
"Oh Daddy," she answered. "What's wrong... afraid I won't be around for you to feel up if you manage to slip away from Mom for a few minutes? Is that it?"
Even though Curt knew that Karol couldn't possibly hear Kelly's words, he froze when he heard them. If she was talking from Jeannie's house... but no, Kelly was undoubtedly out of earshot from any of them. She knew better than to be so careless with her mouth.
He recovered his composure. "Just be good," he told her, "and come on home by midnight or so."
He started to hang up but her voice was still on the line. The little minx. She was teasing him on purpose, knowing he could hear her but her mother couldn't.
"Oh, I'll be good, Dad," she cooed sweetly, "I'll be good and when I come home you can give me a little kiss for getting home in time, huh? A little kiss, and maybe a little feel, Dad, too. Right? You can stick your hand under my blouse and give my tits a nice working over when Mom isn't looking. Or if we're really lucky, we might even have enough time for you to sneak your fingers into my panties and give me a little attention there... in my pussy, Dad... how would that be?"
Then she hung up the phone. He grinned to himself. The little tease. She knew damned well it got him hot as hell to have her talk like that. Especially when he was in a situation where he couldn't do a damned thing about it.
He glanced around uneasily to see if Karol was anywhere near him. She wasn't and he let out a sigh of relief. His cock had swollen as Kelly talked on, and he didn't relish the idea of having to hide it from Karol as they ate. He made a quick trip to the bath room and washed the head of it in cold water to make it deflate.
But while the rest of the Carson family ate dinner, Kelly was occupied with matters a long way removed from eating. She had called from Jeannie's house, all right. That much had been true. But she wasn't going to be there until midnight. She was actually going to be spending those few hours with Jeannie's boyfriend, David. To her surprise -- and carefully concealed delight -- he had dropped by to tell Jeannie he couldn't take her out that night as planned. He had to help his uncle move, he told her. When Kelly heard that, she suddenly became interested in getting back home fast. Could he drop her off, maybe, Kelly asked Jeannie?
Unaware of her devious plans, Jeannie asked David to drop Kelly off in his car and he complied. Hmmmm... maybe a little too fast, in fact, Jeannie thought to herself as the two of them walked down the driveway. Oh well, he might try to get fresh with Kelly -- but Kelly wouldn't let him get far. Rex was her boyfriend. And besides, Kelly was one of her best friends. Even if she wasn't going with anyone in particular, Kelly wouldn't make a play for the boyfriend of one of her closest girl friends. Jeannie didn't realize, however, that she knew Kelly far less than she thought she did.
They were hardly a half block away in David's car when he turned to Kelly and asked her if she had to be home right away for real, or if it was a gag.
Kelly was indignant. "What do you mean, a gag?" she asked.
"Don't get shook," he grinned, his strong white teeth flashing. "I just now told Jeannie a little fib myself -- I don't really have to help anybody move tonight. I thought you just might have been feeding her the bull yourself."
Kelly claimed she had done no such thing. She really did have to be home soon. But when she asked David why he had lied, he turned to her with a confident smile and baldly replied, "Oh, just thought I might get a chance to be alone with you for a while. I've been wanting to know you a lot better than I do, Kelly, that's all. But you're always with that dumb klutz, Rex."
She was flattered by his open admission he was interested in her, but she didn't want to admit she felt the same way about him. She denied his innuendos and talked back to him.
"So Rex is a klutz, huh?" she said. "And I guess you're a big Romeo, right? Is that the scene?"
He loved the way she looked when she was coming on haughty like that, with her long hair down her shoulders and her nose imperiously stuck in the air. He bet she was really a looker underneath her clothes where it really counted, too.
"I'll never tell," he smugly retorted. "There might be a few girls around who'd say that, though. If you didn't have to run home to Mommy so soon, I might show you and let you make up your own mind."
In one way his superior air irritated the hell out of Kelly. But in another way -- in the deep core of her femininity -- there was an almost magnetic attraction. Rex never talked that way, was never that sure of himself. David was definitely a different kind of guy. But the question was, did she want to find out just how different? And the crack about her having to get home to Mommy made her blood boil. She'd play his own little game, she decided.
"Ha!" she chortled. "What makes you think I want to know you any better than I already do? For your information, Mr. Smart Ass, I don't have to 'run home to Mommy'. If I wanted to, I could just call up and tell my folks I'd be a little late."
She wouldn't have him know she'd already made the call from Jeannie's house.
"Oh, I don't know," he answered. "I just can't believe you're that much different from other girls. I mean, I don't usually get exactly what you'd call the cold shoulder from most chicks."
His arrogance was pissing Kelly off but she had to admit that what he was saying was true. It was mainly the way he was saying it that turned her off.
"I'll admit I'm no different from most other guys," he went on, keeping on the same subject. "So why should you be different from most other chicks? I mean, hell Kelly, when I take a good look at your bra and see how well you're put together, or when I get a break and get to see up your skirt a little ways higher than usual -- I get really turned on. Just like any other guy does when he sees the same thing. You aren't going to tell me you don't know what a sharp-looking chick you are, now are you?"
His line was insidious. She might have even begun to fall for it if it hadn't been for that reference to her bra. She didn't like guys getting that personal with her so quickly.
"Oh yeah!" she exclaimed. "When you 'take a good look at my bra', huh? Well, it just so happens I'm not even wearing a bra today. So I guess that means you just don't know what you're talking about. And as far as copping a look up my skirt, I..."
"No shit?" he blurted, cutting her short. "You really aren't wearing a bra underneath your shirt? Come on, you gotta be. No chick's got a pair that nice without having a little support and shaping. You telling me you're naked all the way under there?"
His compliment was so unexpected and sincere that she was taken back. She was quite proud of her adorably shaped, high-pointed tits -- but she'd never had a boy be so effusive and so... so sexy about the way she talked about them. Yet there was an implied challenge in his words. She couldn't let him think she was wearing some kind of damn falsies under there.
Quick as a wink, she pulled her shirt up and exposed the succulent mounds of her juicy young tits to his eyes, then jerked it back down just as quickly. He had his eyes on the road and barely got a peek at them before she had them covered again.
"Well," she asked, her voice bright with pride, "see any sign of a bra over 'em?"
He slowed the car and pulled up a side street as he spoke. "Come on, Kelly," he cried. "That's not fair. Jesus, you can't just up and show those things off to a guy while he's driving -- with no warning -- and expect him to get a look at them. If you aren't afraid, let's see 'em again. Now I can look at 'em without crashing into a telephone pole or another car."