Chapter 17

I could hear the girls giggling as they got out of bed. What should I do? I was just wearing pajama bottoms, and I was half hard from listening to them. They tiptoed to my door. “I’m going to turn on the bathroom light so we can see a little better,” Jamie whispered.

“What if he wakes up?” Kiersten whispered.

“Duh. We’ll tell him we had to go to the bathroom,”Jamie said.

I closed my eyes, anticipating the light. When it came on, I knew I could be seen pretty clearly from about chest level on down.

“Look, he’s lying on his back.” Jamie whispered. It sounded like she was at my doorway.

“Is that a bulge under the sheet?” Kiersten asked.

“It looks like it. Go in and check it out.”

“I can’t! What if he wakes up?”

“I don’t know. Tell him you heard a noise or something. Now, go on!” my daughter said.

“Come with me, okay?” Kiersten begged. “If he wakes up, we can say we both heard a noise.”

“All right.”

I tried to keep my face as relaxed as possible. In a moment, I could tell they were standing next to my bed.

“I wish he didn’t have the sheet up,” Kiersten whispered.

“Help me pull it down,” Jamie said.

“You’re joking.”

“No, I’m not. If we’re careful, he’ll never feel it.”

I felt the sheet being lifted off me and laid across my knees.

“Oh my God, I can see a little of it! See, right there, through the fly opening?” Kiersten giggled.

“Watch this,” Jamie said.

I could feel hands moving the fabric covering me, and the knowledge that my cock was now visible to these girls made it twitch.

“It moved!” Kiersten said. “I wish I could touch it.”

“He’s asleep. Go ahead,” my daughter said.

I worked hard to keep my breathing slow and natural. As well as I could, I continued to fake sleep. My cock, however, was waking up. Quickly.

It felt like a single fingertip on the side of my shaft. “It’s getting hard,” Kiersten breathed.

“Just wait. It’ll get a lot bigger,” Jamie said. “Touch it some more.”

Kiersten did. She ran her finger up to the head of my cock. It rose, pushing against her finger. “It moved again.”

“Just keep doing that,” my daughter whispered.

Her friend got more bold, carefully wrapping her whole hand around it. Slowly, very lightly, she moved her hand up and down, barely touching me, grazing my sensitive skin with her soft hand. By now, I was approaching full hardness.

“It’s so hard, but it feels so soft,” Kiersten whispered.

“I know. It’s really cool, isn’t it?” Jamie remarked.

“Will he have an orgasm if I keep doing this?”

“Probably. Do you want to see that?”

“Yeah, but I’m afraid to. What if he wakes up?”

“He’ll be happy and messy, I guess,” Jamie giggled.

This had gone far enough. I had to do something to get these two out of my room before I got into real trouble. I decided to roll on my side.

Kiersten let out a little squeak when I did that, and Jamie giggled. The girls quickly left the room.

When they were back in Jamie’s bed, they were quiet. Finally, Kiersten said, “I am SO horny right now.”

“Me too,” Jamie giggled.

“You don’t masturbate, do you?” Kiersten asked.

“I didn’t, but I do now,” Jamie said.

“So do I. I love doing it. Do you get off?”

“Yeah, I learned how,” my daughter replied.

“Do you think about anything when you do it?” Kiersten asked.

“Yeah, I guess.”

“If I was going to do it right now, I’d think about your dad.”

“You mean about how nice his cock felt in your hand?” Jamie asked.

“Yeah. And how awesome it would be if he was licking me.”

“Your pussy, you mean?” Jamie asked.

“Yeah, I bet I’d cum so hard,” Kiersten sighed.

“Have you ever had your pussy licked?” my daughter asked

“No. Have you?”

Jamie was quiet.

“Have you? Oh my God, you have! Who was it?”

“I can’t tell you.”

“Jamie! You’re my best friend. Best friends are supposed to tell each other when stuff like that happens! Now who was he?”

“I really can’t tell you. We’d get in so much trouble,” my daughter said.

“Jamie, this is me you’re talking to. You know, your best friend? The one who just gave your father half a handjob, remember? You have to tell me. Was it a kid at school?”

“No.”

“A teacher?”