"Hi, Mom," Sandy called.
Biff was amazed how calm she managed to sound, although there was a slight tremor in her voice.
Marge walked into the room. Biff had tucked his shirt into his pants. He thought he looked normal. But he was shaking from his toes to his fingertips.
"Well, could this be Biff?" Marge said when she saw the boy. "You look all grown up."
Biff said hello and smiled as well as he could. The sight of Marge was a shock. He hadn't remembered how beautiful she was. No wonder Sandy had turned out so beautiful. And Biff saw where Sandy had inherited her big tits.
Marge came over to Biff and hugged him. Then she kissed him on the cheek.
After being stopped at the paint of sticking his cock into Sandy's cunt, Biff's senses were short-circuited. But he didn't fail to notice how Marge's tits felt on his chest.
"We were looking at some old pictures," Sandy said when Marge saw the old photos spilled all over the floor where they had fallen when Biff grabbed Sandy.
Marge and Biff looked at the girl.
Biff knew the jig was up as soon as he laid eyes on her. Not only was her hair a mess, but she had buttoned up her blouse wrong. One side hung too low, and the other was sticking up beside Sandy's face. She had no shoes on, and neither had Biff.
Marge looked from one kid to the other. Biff and Sandy exchanged glances too.
"Looking at old pictures, huh?" Marge said. "It must have been pretty exciting, by the looks of things."
"Well, I'd better get going," Biff said suddenly, stepping into his shoes. "Actually, I'm late already."
He began walking quickly to the front door.
"It was really great seeing you both," he said just as he disappeared through the door.
He grabbed his bike, jumped on and began pedaling as fast as he could. Biff didn't know what to think. His excitement, disappointment and embarrassment rolled around in his head.
By the time Biff was in his own room again, he had calmed down enough for his horniness to return.
With his prick in his hand, he thought about Sandy and her naked body. He knew how close he had come to getting fucked. But even though he hadn't quite made it, he had had a pretty good time.
As he brought himself to a powerful climax, he concentrated on how the inside of Sandy's cunt had felt. And he tried to imagine how it would have felt if he had gotten his prick into that tight cave.
After jerking off, Biff could relax a bit. Now, when he remembered how Sandy had looked with her blouse buttoned up wrong and her hair flying in every direction, he also remembered the expression on her face. It hac been an expression of forced innocence, and it had been very funny.
Only now, though, could he appreciate it. Now thai his lust had been satisfied temporarily and his embarrassment at being caught had diminished, Biff began chuckling to himself. He wished he could have a picture of Sandy as she had looked at that moment.
More than anything else, Biff was waiting for another chance to be alone with Sandy. And he would make sure no one would interrupt.
CHAPTER FOUR
As eager as Biff was to see Sandy again, he didn't call her right away. He tried. But he was afraid Marge might answer. He couldn't quite bring himself to talk to Marge again after what had happened.
But a few days after his near miss with Sandy, he did talk to Marge. And it wasn't over the phone. She came to his house.
"Why didn't you tell me you went over to Marge Berg's house?" his mother asked him two days later.
"Oh, I, uh – I guess I forgot," Biff said.
"Marge called today," his mother said. "She said you and Sandy had good time together."
"Oh, yeah, we did," Biff said.
He wondered just what Marge had said. But by his mother's attitude, Biff could guess that Marge hadn't said much.
"Well, Marge and I are going out this evening," June told her son. "She's going to pick me up at about eight. Gee, it'll be fun getting together with her again. She was a really wild chick when we lived on Maple Street."
The news was interesting to Biff. And he wondered what his mother meant when she said that Marge was wild.
It was already seven-thirty. Marge would be there in a half hour. At fust Biff thought he would go out and miss Marge. But something made him stay home.
At eight, a car drove up the drive, Biff sat in the living room, listening. Then the doorbell rang.
"Get that, will you honey?" his mother called from her bedroom.
Biff walked to the door. He tried to act normal, even though seeing Marge again made him quake.
"Hello, sweetheart," Marge sang when Biff opened the door. "How are you?"
Shine took Biff's face between her hands and kissed him on the mouth. Her mouth wasn't quite closed as she kissed him, and Biff wondered what that meant.
"Sorry if I interrupted something when I came home the other day," Marge said with a smile.
"No, no – you didn't interrupt anything," Biff said with difficulty.
"Oh no?" Marge asked slyly.
Biff hated to be teased. But he knew that Marge wasn't angry. She was a pretty good old girl, Biff had to admit.
"My mother should be ready, soon," he said, changing the subject.
Marge began telling Biff how good looking he was and how glad she was that they were renewing their friendship.
But Biff was only half listening. With Marge standing right in front of him, he could smell her sexy perfume, all he could think about was how he had seen her jerking off when he was a young kid.
And as he glanced at Marge's body, he knew what a treat it would be to see her jerking off again, now that he could appreciate it. She was beautiful. And her outfit showed off her body very well.
Biff wondered if Marge remembered that incident.
"I recognized your voice the first second I heard it on the phone last week," Marge said. "Even though your voice has lowered a few octaves, I recognized it. You did sound somewhat breathless, though."
Biff remembered how Marge's phone call had turned him on and how he had jerked off while talking to her. And it seemed that she knew what he had been doing.
"Well, talking to you after all these years made me slightly breathless, I guess," Biff said boldly. "But I did remember you, didn't I? I remember everything from those days."
Two can play that game, Biff thought. So what if Marge knew he was jerking off while talking to her. He had caught her jerking off, too.
"Yes, those were pretty breathless days for me," Marge said with a wink.
So they understood each other, Biff realized. And Marge didn't seem the least bit embarrassed about having been caught jerking off by this boy when be was a little kid.
Biff stood up a bit straighter now. The whole thing was pretty exciting.
"Marge!" June cried as she walked into the room.
"June!" Marge cried.
Both women threw their arms into the air. Then they ran at each other and embraced.
Biff saw their tits come together as they hugged. They were obviously glad to see each other after all the years.
The two women stepped back and looked each other up and down.
"You haven't changed a bit," Marge said. "And you look as beautiful as ever," June said. Biff had to agree that both women were knockouts.
They began jabbering about when they were neighbors. Finally, they said goodbye to Biff and went out.
Now that Biff was alone, he realized how much Marge had excited him. This would be a good time to call Sandy, he thought. Not only was he excited by seeing Marge, but he knew that Marge would be out and he wouldn't have to worry about her interrupting again.
Biff was trembling as he dialed Sandy's number. If she would let him come over, he was almost assured of getting laid.
But there was no answer. Biff could imagine Sandy out with her college friends, driving around in their sports cars. Maybe their recent fun had been a fluke, after all.