Chapter 7

Mrs. Davis’s expression turned serious. She said, “You can never tell anyone about this. Nobody! Even if it happens again and someone else is there, this still never happened! Got it?”

“OK, it never happened, I promise.”

She smiled and said, “Joe, it’s very important that you keep that promise if you want this to happen again. I know I do. You have a nice cock. It’s not average size either, so be careful when you get ready to shove it in someone.”

I wondered if Mrs. Davis knew something? Could she know I was planning on spreading her daughter’s legs and taking her virginity?

The day after I did my neighborly duties and protected Mrs. Davis from the sun, someone knocked on my front door. It was a long shot, but my hopes rose while I hurried to see who it was. When I opened the door, it wasn’t Mrs. Davis; it was her daughter, Susan. She said, “I’m back,” and pranced like she had to pee. “Joe, you’re not going to believe what happened while we were at my aunt’s house.”

You’re not going to believe what happened here, either, I thought. Too bad I can’t tell you. I motioned for silence, indicating that my mother was in the next room. Susan’s expression showed her disappointment. I knew how she felt, except hers would be relieved once we got outside. I wasn’t ever gonna get to tell her my story. Chris had made it very clear, no matter what, our moment in the sun, had to be between me and her, only.

At her regular volume, Susan said, “I need to go unpack and talk to my mom.” Then she whispered, “When they leave, meet me in my backyard.”

My dick had gotten hard. I wondered if it was in anticipation of hearing about what happened or seeing Susan? I suspected the latter because I had wanted to kiss her the second I saw her. Even though I had fucked her sister in every hole, and had incredible sex with her mother, the time I spent in the attic with Susan, was special to me. Maybe it was the intimacy of it or the long conversation we had, or perhaps it was the thought of that beautiful hole my finger had penetrated, but not my cock. No dick had ever been in there. Well, not before her trip. What if that was her big news?

Susan smiled shyly, squeezed my arm, and turned to go. I watched her bounce down the three steps and walk toward her house. She still had those thin legs, but at the top of her thighs was that bulging butt. It seemed older, or maybe it got bigger? It flared out like an ass that belonged to an older girl. It was probably my imagination because her ass couldn’t have matured much in a week, but Mrs. Davis’s youngest daughter had a sexy ass.

I waited in the living room, looking out the front window, hoping my mother wouldn’t get suspicious. My imagination went wild. There were so many things that might have happened with Susan, Jasmine, and Mr. Davis while they were away. Did Susan finally have proof that her father used that massive tool in Jasmine’s pussy? Susan and Jasmine could have given him a blowjob like I had seen Susan and her mom do.

“Since when do you and Susan have a thing together?”

It took a second before I realized my mother said something and longer to comprehend it. Shoot, did she notice the hard-on I had when I closed the door. “Mom, what makes you say that? We don’t have a thing, whatever that means.”

“Well, I have never seen you talk to her before, and now she’s calling on you at the front door. Seemed curious, that’s all.”

I wanted to say, I swear, I didn’t finger her in the attic, but instead, I spent ten minutes minimizing and explaining how Susan and I were just friends. I also told her I was interested in Susan’s sister, Jasmine. Mother gave me a stern warning that I shouldn’t use Susan, or mislead her, to get to her sister. I received the advice wholeheartedly, nodding my head while the Davis’ car backed out of their driveway. Excitement flooded my balls. I told my mother I’d be outside, which was the truth, but I didn’t mention that I’d be next door where I had fucked two of my neighbors.

Susan was by the pool when I entered the backyard. She was wearing the same shorts and T-shirt I’d seen at my house. I was a bit disappointed that she wasn’t naked, but also glad. If anything happened, I wanted to undress her or at least watch the clothing fall from her body like that day in the attic. She motioned for me to lock the gate. When I did, my penis seemed to smile. The gate had been locked when I shot my sperm into Mrs. Davis’s glorious hole.

As I walked by the chair we had done it on, I asked Susan, “How old is your mother?”

Susan gave me a curious look and said, “She’s thirty-one Why?”

“No reason. I was just curious.”

Susan sat on a towel next to the pool with her legs crossed like an Indian, just like that first day in my room. Trying not to be obvious, I looked at her crotch, hoping for a peek into the leg opening. It probably became obvious once I was staring at the soft, pale skin. It was so close to her pussy lip that the slightest shift of the material would let me see her slit. I soaked in the view then focused my attention on Susan’s face. We made eye contact, and I felt a strange connection to her. Susan seemed to be staring deep into my soul.