"I understand."
"It's just too risky."
"Well, then, Daddy, are you saying we should be ashamed of what we did, you and me?"
"No. No, I'm not saying that. You don't understand me."
"I think I do, Jimbo." She got up and went to him. She hugged him from the back. She wrapped her arms around his chest. She kissed the hairs on the back of his neck. She rubbed her breasts all over his back. She pressed her crotch up tight against his buttocks. She wiggled. "I think I do, Jimbo. I just hope… you believe me. I promise to… to keep my mouth shut forever. But do you really think I've done wrong with Catherine? I don't. Daddy, I trust her. I really trust her, and I'll tell you why."
In the living room, Catherine and Alice Duerr were having a grand conversation. Neither of them could hear Leslie talking to her father. Both females were sitting on the couch. Alice had kicked off her heels. Catherine saw how pretty her feet and toes were. She could hardly take her eyes away from Alice's crotch. As the older woman sat there, one knee raised, listening to Catherine talk about herself, she noticed how often the pretty young girl's eyes caressed her naked thighs, how they seemed to penetrate right through the material of her hot pants.
Alice also noticed that Catherine was sighing more than was normal for a girl her age. She would squirm uncomfortably whenever Alice would casually touch her knee or place her hand on her shoulders for emphasis.
"What surprises me," Alice was saying softly, "is how close you seem to be to Leslie. It's hard to believe you've known each other for such a short time."
"It's like a miracle, I guess," Catherine answered. "Sometimes you just get along with a stranger right away. No waiting. No foolishness, and that's the way it's been with us, right from the beginning."
She wondered what Alice would think if she were to know how physically intimate she'd been with Leslie, how they'd made hot, sexy love to each other, how they could hardly keep their hands and lips away from each other. But she said nothing. She was anxious… really terribly anxious for Leslie to come back. She worried if anything was going wrong.
And, nothing was. On the contrary!
It hadn't taken Leslie more than five minutes to explain to James Groten precisely what had happened between herself and Catherine: how much both had enjoyed kissing and sucking each other, how they fingered each other into violent orgasms, how they felt so beautifully naked together and how they'd made this plan for she and Catherine to make love to him – because he didn't have a girlfriend.
"…and now you have one, boohoo!"
They laughed together. Jimbo fondled her buttocks and then opened her sweater and kissed all over her soft, warm breasts, finally sucking on her nipples while Leslie held his ears and kissed the top of his head.
"Well," said Jimbo at last, "you guessed right. Alice and I have played around, but that's all." He then told her about the scene in the apartment, and he was sorry that he'd kept it a secret from her. He also told her, Leslie sitting on his lap, facing him, her thighs spread, her fingers stroking his naked penis, all about the scene in the office.
James waited for her reaction. All she did was climb off his lap. She fell down on her knees and took his hot prick into her mouth. She looked up. "Jimbo, I'm still your old lady, no matter what! You understand?!"
He nodded. Then he stood up. He let her tuck his throbbing prick back inside his trousers. "Come on then, they'll both be wondering what's keeping us."
"Catherine will understand," she winked.
With James carrying the tray with the glasses and the mixer full of Scotch sours, they went down the corridor towards the living room.
Leslie stopped him. She turned her head. "Jimbo – look!"
The scene that met his eyes was fantastic!
Catherine Dorchester was stark naked! Alice Duerr's hot pants were down to her ankles. Both females were embracing and kissing passionately. Catherine was moaning deeply as Alice's long tapered fingers worked relentlessly deep up inside Catherine's naked, melting pussy…
CHAPTER SEVENTEEN
While Leslie and her father were taking ever so long in the kitchen, Alice Duerr had plenty of time to indulge a strange and fierce compulsion. She found herself fatally attracted to young Catherine. She didn't want to believe it – not at all! No sooner had she sat next to her on the couch than she felt an inexplicable rumbling in the pit of her stomach. Then she noticed her large breasts were swelling up even larger, her nipples becoming more tender. But the most excruciating pleasure signals were in her cunt. Never before had her clitoris actually itched. She felt her pussy growing wetter and wetter. All of this occurred in the space of a very few minutes.
Suddenly a spark was ignited. Alice burst into a sensual flame that swept up over her body from her naked toes to the roots of her hair. She was literally vibrating. When their knees accidentally brushed together, Alice found herself trembling with passion, electrifying currents of a new and different ecstasy thrilling her body.
Their first kiss was pure magic! Alice couldn't resist touching Catherine's soft pink lips with the tip of her index finger. And when Catherine playfully bit it, Alice threw her naked arms around Catherine's shoulders. She hugged her close to her massive breasts.
And Catherine didn't resist! She felt as if she were in some kind of mysterious fog, a bit dizzy. When Alice's hand caressed her breasts, naked under the buttoned-up shirt, she began to squirm and quiver. Her breath was coming faster and faster! When Alice's fingers reached inside her blouse and grasped her soft, warm breast, her fingers massaging it, rubbing her delicate nipple, Catherine suddenly began kissing Alice's lips harder, inserting her pink tongue, Alice sucking on it. The two females were panting and whimpering together.
"Oh, what are we doing? What are we doing?" This was Catherine's voice. She began to murmur and stutter as Alice's mouth covered her lips. Now Catherine's tongue was licking all over Alice's warm face, sliding up over her nose, then down to the corners of her mouth. "What are we doing? What's happening to me?"
Alice comforted the trembling girl, whispering into her ear as she continued to stroke and fondle her thrilling young breasts. "It's all right, baby it's all right, honey. Just relax. Just relax. You're so beautiful. You're so lovely…"
Ever so slowly, ever so teasingly, Alice's fingers were unbuttoning Catherine's shirt. Catherine helped Alice slip it off and now the young girl was stark naked to the waist.
"They're going to come in… oh, stop… they'll be in… and catch us… they'll…"
"It's all right. Don't worry, honey. It'll be all right," Alice reassured her, now bending her head and brushing her open lips across Catherine's jutting nipples. Alice's tongue was caressing and licking, then her lips closing tightly over the precious young nipples, finally her teeth nipping them as Catherine moaned and began to sob as the sensations from Alice's tongue circulated through her breasts, making her nipples sting and itch.
The next thing Catherine realized was that Alice was opening her blue jeans. She felt her fingers slipping down inside over her naked belly. When the fingertips touched the top of her pussy, and then slipped down lower between her delicate pussy ups to graze over her clitoris, Catherine let out a little scream.
"Ohooooooooo, my clitoris… yessssssss. Oh, Alice… Alice… your fingers… your fingers aghhhhhhhhh, ooooooohoooooo, ohooooooo."
In the back of Alice's thoughts there was just one idle fear: of being caught by James and his daughter. But somehow, and she couldn't explain her own intuition, she knew deep down that nothing drastic would happen.
She based all of this on her own intense, original feelings, the wild, beautiful sensations in which she was wallowing as she felt the young girl twisting and squirming in her arms. Catherine's naked breasts were responding to her tonguing and her hot kisses as she twisted her fingers and finally managed to push them up into Catherine's pussy.