"I watched his eyes as they stared at my crotch. Like I said, you could see everything. The panties were now so tight up that every hair was visible and so were my pussy lips. My panties were so wet you could have wrung my pussy juices out of them."
"It was about here that I reached down for his hand and guided it right on top of my mound. He didn't resist one second. The next thing I knew, he was cupping my cunt, squeezing and massaging it. My legs were spread wide open, my one knee raised up. Oh, God, James, your fingerfucking me that way while I talk is driving me mad!"
"I want to fuck you so bad, Alice," James whispered as he speared three fingers in and out of her horny slit. "I can't wait till we get home and get rid of the kids."
"Maybe they'll want to stay, James."
This amused him. "Wouldn't that be something!"
"It sure would." She sat up in his arms. Now he was pinching her erect nipples. "James, is your daughter anywhere as sexy as you are, darling?"
Her question came as a sudden shock. Could he tell her about him and Leslie? Hell no!
"Is she, James? Did she ever try to seduce you? Like I did my father? You live all alone with her. You told me she's very pretty and almost completely mature, didn't you?"
He nodded but still couldn't bring himself to answer. He shifted slightly away from her as she continued to masturbate his throbbing penis.
"Come on, James. You can tell me, honestly you can. Tell me. Does she attract you at all? I knew all the time how interested my father was in me before he finally got up his courage to be honest with me and make love to me. Are you like that, James?"
"Suppose I admitted it?"
"I'd love you for it, for being honest. So few people are honest, it's perfectly disgusting, James. It is!"
He sighed. "Okay. I admit it then."
"That makes me feel two things."
"What?"
She smiled and gripped his balls with one hand as she kept stroking his prick with the other.
"Well, number one, it makes me hotter than all hell. And number two, James, it makes me feel so much closer to you. Almost as if we've known each other for years, darling."
Ten minutes later, Alice Duerr had informed the restaurant owner of her wishes and booked the reservations for the Italians coming from Rome.
Then they were on their way up Irving Place to Gramercy Park and James Groten's new apartment.
CHAPTER SIXTEEN
Inside the apartment, both Leslie and Catherine were fully dressed. They had showered the sweat off their bodies. They had dressed, each hardly able to keep from touching the other.
"But, and I mean it," said Leslie, frowning, "we've just got to get this homework done, and that's all there's to that."
Catherine's lips pouted. "Oh, I know. I really know, honey. It's just that… it's just that…"
"How well I know!" Leslie had cried, and both girls got down to the business of studying. After all, they both knew they had all night together. They could do anything they wanted. They had the freedom to smoke cigarettes, even drink – as long as they did these things moderately. Promising that each long, lingering kiss was the last, that each touch on the other's vagina and each delicate squeeze of the other's shimmering breasts and sensitive nipples was indeed the very last one, they finally found themselves spread out on the living room floor, using the coffee table as a desk. It was no real surprise to either one that they worked well together as a team, and that Mr. Spire, the biology teacher, would be pleased with their efforts.
This was their position when they heard the front door of the apartment opening. They looked up.
Alice Duerr was visibly shocked when she saw how old both girls were. From her brief telephone conversation with Leslie, she had thought she must be about twelve. She was totally surprised to see so mature a young girl and one so pretty. She recognized her instantly. Leslie looked a great deal like her father.
James Groten presented his daughter after Leslie introduced him to Catherine. Everyone exchanged cheerful hellos and it was James himself who encouraged both young girls to put away their homework, that they'd probably been working hard and industriously all day.
Leslie looked, at Catherine. They winked at one another. If he only knew how hard and industriously they'd been working!
When James took Alice's coat off, both girls nearly collapsed. But Alice was quick to explain that every now and then she felt like wearing something outrageous.
The young girls were ecstatic. They circled round and round, their eager eyes examining every naked inch of her exciting body.
"Oh, wow!" Catherine kept exclaiming. She whispered to Leslie: "You can even see her pussy hairs, see?"
Leslie smiled. As well as Catherine, she guessed that Alice was wearing absolutely nothing under her tight hot pants.
"Come and help me in the kitchen," James asked his daughter. The minute they were alone, Leslie flew into his arms. She kissed him. "Is she your new girlfriend, Daddy?"
"I'm Jimbo tonight."
"And I'm jealous… if she's your girlfriend."
"That's hardly necessary, Leslie," he said quite seriously. "She works with me in the office. It's something of a surprise. We have some business to discuss, and that's why I brought her… that is, asked her to come home here with me. Besides," he paused, handing her the bottle of Scotch, "from all appearances, she's going to be a good friend. And Leslie, darling, we need to make new friends. You have your Catherine, right?"
"Oh, I guess you're right, Daddy… Jimbo. But she's so sexy!"
He laughed. "I must agree. It was something of a shock to me too."
"She was in your office dressed like that?" Her young voice registered total disbelief.
"Yep, and believe it or not, we worked together the whole day, that is, the best part of it."
"Why… I mean, how could you work with something like that around you? Jimbo, she's lovely. What marvelous breasts! What a figure!"
James was making whisky sours. "Now you'd get on with Catherine? She's a very pretty young girl."
"Oh, so-so, I guess. We just studied."
He looked at her closely, but she didn't flinch and he somehow suspected something but decided to reserve his remarks. If and when Leslie was ready, she would say whatever she had to say. He could tell she was quite anxious about Alice Duerr.
There was a long, uncomfortable pause.
"Daddy, you're going to be mad at me."
He was shaking the concoction. "How come?"
"Oh, because…"
"Don't talk that way. Tell me right out. Why?"
"I'm sorry, but you're way or another. You see," averting her eyes, "I told… I told Catherine all about us."
He stood absolutely still.
"I'm sorry, Jimbo. It just came out."
"That wasn't wise, you know."
"I can… I mean, we can trust her, Daddy. Remember, she doesn't have a father. I like her. I liked her right away. She's told me loads of her own sex secrets."
Without looking at her, he began to arrange the glasses on the tray to take into the other room. Leslie saw that there were four glasses. This made her brighten. Jimbo couldn't be that upset or else he would have given Catherine and herself soda.
"Leslie, what we do here in the house… I mean, you and me, is strictly our business. The world's a crazy place. People always condemning other people, and especially where love… and sex is concerned. You must understand this. The world's not as free out that front door as it might be."
"You're right, Daddy…"
"If your friend, Catherine, should my even the slightest word to anyone at school, even slip somehow and say something to her mother, we'd both, you and me, be totally castigated. You understand what castigated means?"