She thought of the book and the pictures and of her father. The men in the pictures had such large things. She wondered if her father's stood up like theirs and if it was as big. She remembered a picture of a woman with a man's thing in her mouth and wondered if her mother did that to her father. She wondered how it felt and how it tasted.
Suddenly, she realized that her finger was rubbing back and forth over her crotch and she was feeling a hotter, more pleasurable sensation. She paused to savor the feeling. Her legs were open slightly and she pushed her finger deeper into the cleft, a tingle running through her young body.
Her mind returned to the memory of the pictures and comparing her father to the men in them. She felt a special tremor each time she thought of him. She wondered what his thing looked like and how big it was. She searched her mind, trying to remember what the book had called them. Cocks! It came to her suddenly. That's what she had heard her mother say through the wall.
Her panties were in the way, she decided. Her hand slipped under the waistband and touched the damp lips of her pussy. A soft sigh escaped her throat as her finger probed between the lips and found the little button. It felt so good when she touched that little button.
Kathy didn't know what was happening but she knew that she liked it. Her whole body seemed to glow and the shivers of pleasure that ran through her felt delicious. She felt something building up deep inside her. Like a tension or something. The tighter it got, the faster she rubbed hi her little hairless slit. Her finger was making soft wet noises.
Her mouth was open and she panted like she had just run up a hill. Her mind was a hazy blur of pictures. She imagined her father, naked, his cock standing out and her fingers touching it, caressing it.
Her small body jerked and she felt the tension snap. She gritted her teeth and clamped her eyes shut. Intense waves of pleasure shook her small body. She almost cried out, it felt so good.
For several seconds, she hung in the hot clutch of pleasure that shook her body. Slowly, she settled down. Her finger slid from her crotch, wet with a warm slippery dew. She lay quietly, regaining her breath.
For a moment, she felt shame. She had done something naughty. Something that her mother had warned her against, as being the work of the Devil. She was almost afraid. Then she thought for a moment and decided that something that felt that good, couldn't be all that bad. She knew that she would do it again.
As she drifted off to sleep, her mind questioned again her father's cock and whether he and her mother did the thing that the people in the book had done.
Louise wrapped her robe around her and crossed the hall to the bedroom from the bathroom. As she turned the knob on the door, she paused. She had glanced into Kathy's bedroom. The girl lay on the bed, her gown pulled up above her waist, exposing her young body. She stepped into the room and looked down at the girl. Her hands lay at her sides. Louise sniffed. She smelled the faint odor of pussy. At first she thought she might not have cleaned herself thoroughly. Stepping closer to the bed, the odor was stronger.
In the dim light, she could see the crotch of Kathy's panties clinging to the lips of her young pussy. Louise cocked her head to one side, puzzled. The soft material between the girls thighs looked damp. She paused and then reached out. Her fingers touched the crotch of the girl's panties and found that they were damp. Louise pulled her hand away quickly and stood for a moment, wrestling with the obvious.
The woman pulled the girl's gown back down over her body and turned to the door. She stopped just inside it and looked back at the girl's sleeping body. Biting her lips with consternation, she turned and entered the door of her own bedroom.
Martin lay on his back still naked. His limp cock still looked damp from their love making. She looked away quickly and crossed to her closet.
Slipping out of her robe, she hurriedly pulled her gown over her head and pulled on a clean pair of panties. Turning, she crawled into bed.
"Martin," she said softly.
"Mmm," he replied.
"Don't you think you should get your pajamas on."
"Why?" He turned to look at her.
"Well, what if one of the girls wandered in," she replied.
"Okay." His voice was tired and quiet.
He rolled off the bed and pulled on his pajamas. Louise watched from the corner of her eye. What she had seen in Kathy's room was gnawing at her.
"Martin," she said.
"Huh."
"Kathy's growing up." She didn't know how to broach the subject.
"Yes, I know." His voice told her that he didn't know either.
"She's becoming a woman. It won't be long before she will be thinking about boys and then after that, in a couple of years, she will be dating."
He had turned to look at her, his eyes searching her face for a hint at what was bothering her. She felt his eyes searching her expression and turned to face him.
"We've tried to teach her right from wrong and you have explained the facts of life to her and all. So what's bothering you?"
"I don't know. I just wish I knew how things were going to turn out. What kind of a girl she was going to be and all," she replied. Her voice was almost as far away as her thoughts.
"She'll be fine. Don't worry about her," he assured her.
"I hope so." Louise's thoughts were drifting back to her own adolescence and her dates.
She had lost her cherry when she was fifteen. In a weak moment she had drank a couple of beers with her cousin and she had succumbed to his demands. It had hurt and she went for months thinking that sex was just pain, until Ted had come along. He was a college freshman and she had fallen head over heels in love with him. On the second date with him, he had worked her to a fever pitch and then before she knew it, she was naked. His mouth touched every inch of her body, leaving a wet trail.
His tongue and lips had dwelled on her pussy, driving her to a frenzy. She had begged him to put it in her. Slowly, gently, he had complied with her wishes. She had never felt such sensations as his cock stirred in her and when his come had flooded her cunt, she had climaxed for the first time in her life and from that minute on; she was his to command.
It went on for two months and then he didn't come one weekend. No word, no call, nothing. When she finally swallowed her pride and called his dorm, she was told that he was out. She called three times, leaving the same message and getting the same run around. She gave up finally.
It took a long time for her to recover. She had long since pulled herself back together and was a freshman herself when she met Martin. He was a ministry student and dedicated to his aspiration. He hadn't even tried to seduce her. She had made up her mind that no male would get in her pants again until she had a marriage license and had used it.
She succeeded. Martin hadn't made any effort until their wedding night.
Martin's weight settling on the bed brought her thoughts back to the present. He kissed her lightly and turned over. Louise lay for nearly an hour mulling over in her mind the situation of her daughter. As she considered Kathy, she thought of Beth, her eleven-year-old, also. She was trying to forecast their futures when she drifted off to sleep.
CHAPTER TWO
Martin finished his breakfast and kissed Louise goodbye. She watched him through the kitchen window as he pulled the car out of the driveway and down the street. She sighed softly and finished the dishes.
Martin drove by the church and checked with the church secretary for calls. Nothing was pressing so he told her that he was going to do some visiting before lunch. He swung his car back out into the street and drove several blocks over to Palmdale Avenue. The street was quiet this morning and the old oaks along the sides shaded the street from the morning sun. He pulled the car to a stop in the driveway of one of the old, well-kept houses.