Chapter 6

After a lustful Sunday a month ago, the timing didn’t work out for Riley and me over the next four weeks. Either he was at work, or I was on my period. And even though I said I loved having his cock in my mouth, I didn’t even want to do that when it was menstrual time.

Mum was so understanding about Ruby having sex that she took her to the doctor to get her on the pill, telling the doc Ruby was irregular and was having a difficult time with her period and got the pill organised for her. Sis was ever so chuffed about taking the contraceptive pill, and she couldn’t wait to be safe and go bareback.

Riley called me on Monday after school.

“Hi, sexy hunk? You got some free time this weekend?”

“For you, gorgeous. I’ve got Friday, Saturday, and Sunday off. How would you like to go to a pool party with me on Friday night?”

“Oh, like wicked. I would love to, but I’ll have to ask my parents if I can go.”

“Okay, and what about Saturday? What would you like to do?”

“Something romantic, maybe a picnic in the bush with shade where we can get naked, spend time together. Oh, and it must have a damn where we can swim naked.”

“I love the naked bit. Not sure I can get a damn where we can swim naked. We could go to Swanbourne Nuddy Beach if you like?”

“If we’re naked, I want to be alone with you so we can ... you know, screw each other.”

“Picnic, it is then. And Sunday?”

“Lunch in Freo (short for Fremantle) at a street-side cafe, then fuck at your place.”

“I love the sound of that, wicked.”

“Me, too ... lover. I’ll ask Mum and let you know about Friday night, okay?”

“I look forward to it, you sexy chick.”

Rushing out of my room, I almost knocked my sister over. “Hey, what’s the rush?”

“Riley’s called. He’s got three days off, and he’s asked me to a pool party on Friday night, a naked picnic in the bush on Saturday, then lunch in Freo followed by fucking at his place. How awesome is that?”

“Wow, neat, so cool. I wish Tristan had a car so he could take me places. Can we come along on Sunday?”

“I’ll ask him if you and Tristan can join us, okay?”

“Neat.”

I found Mum in the kitchen preparing dinner. “Mum, can I help with anything?”

“What do you want, Jessica?”

“I want to help and, err ... um, ask ... er. Can I go to a pool party with Riley on Friday night?”

“Peel the potatoes, carrots, parsnips, and beetroot. Cut them up, spray them with cooking oil and put them in the oven at 180 degrees.”

“Sure, and what about the pool party?”

“I will check with your dad when he gets home late tonight and let you know tomorrow.”

“Cool, thanks.”

Dad’s a fireman and works various shifts. Sometimes, we don’t see him all that often. I had my fingers crossed he would allow me to go.

After school the following day, Mum advised, “You can go to the pool party on two conditions. No drinking alcohol, and you have to be home by ten-thirty.”

“Thank you,” but I thought I would push my luck and asked pleadingly, “Can you make it eleven? Please.”

“No, your father wasn’t keen on you going at all. I had to remind him it’s your seventeenth birthday next Wednesday, and you need to be given more freedom.”

“Thanks for trying.”

I texted Riley, letting him know I could go, but I had to be home at ten-thirty.

“Cool, I’ll pick you up at six forty-five.”

“Neat.”

With my birthday coming up, I was curious about what my parents may give me as a gift, and I found Mum enjoying a wine sitting in the lounge so I could give her an idea.

“Mum. Have you and Dad decided on a gift for my birthday? If not, I would love a gift voucher for bra’s N things.”

Mum peered at me over her glasses, thinking about my request. “Mmmm, let me see. Recent new boyfriend, check. Having sex, check. Must have sexy knickers and bras, not check.”

“Well, is that a yes?”

“What’s wrong with the panties and bras you have?”

“They’re not sexy.”

“Do you think Riley would notice if you wore sexy lingerie for him?”

“Do you have sexy underwear for Dad?”

“Don’t be so cheeky. This conversation is about, not me and my undies, thank you. You raised the subject. So will Riley notice?”

“I don’t know. But it would make me feel more sexy with that silky lacy feel when I wore them, and maybe Riley would appreciate me more, seeing that I’d dressed to please him.”

“Next, you’ll ask me to let Riley stay the night with you ... There’s no need to answer. I already know what it would be. The question was rhetorical.”

“Well. Will you give me a gift voucher?”

“You’ll have to wait and see. Today is Tuesday, and your birthday is not for another eight days.”

Mmph. That was not the answer I was hoping for. At least I have planted a seed in Mum’s mind.

After school on Friday, as Squirt and I walked home, she asked, “Like, you and Riley are going to have sex? Right.”

“Yeah, I’d love to blow him, you know. Feel his cock swell in my mouth as he shoots his spunk down my throat. Just thinking about it turns me on.”