Chapter 4

“Mum and I have decided you are old enough to let your boyfriend stay overnight with you, and if you need a safe place during the day, use your bedroom. There will be no questions or disapproving looks. We want you to be safe and happy.”

No way. I couldn’t believe it. I was gobsmacked and looked at Mum, then Dad open-mouthed before I said, “Oh, like, wow. Thank you, thank you, thank you so much for this and for being so liberal and trusting me. Does that mean my boyfriend and I can go skinny dipping?”

“Only if you two are alone,” Mum laughed.

“What, don’t you want him to see your hot, sexy body?”

“If he saw me, he might like me more than you.”

Dad scowled and said, “No, he fucking wouldn’t. Unless he had a death wish.”

“Oh, Tim. It’s light banter. Lighten up.” Then, we all laughed and cuddled.

What a gift. It’s almost unbelievable that Mum and Dad will allow my boyfriend to stay the night, knowing we’d be screwing the night away across the hallway from their room.

I got ready for dinner and wore a denim skirt and top, both buttoned at the front. No bra and a pair of silky cream panties that felt amazing, making my pussy tingle, and I ‘stole’ some of Mum’s perfume to add to the night of expectation.

Ben knocked on the door, and Dad answered. “G’day, Ben, come in. I see you’re a man after my heart, with a six-pack of crownies and wine for the girls. I think we’re gonna get on like a house on fire.”

“Thank you, Mr Hammond ... my pleasure in bringing the drinks. It’s the right thing to do, right?”

“Sure is, and call me Tim. Come through and meet Caitlyn’s mum, my wife, Pamela.”

Dad introduced Mum and took the beer and wine from him to put in the fridge. Then Ben came over to me and gave me a kiss, a small gift, and a card.

I opened the box to find an ankle bracelet that I put around my left ankle. “Thank you. I love the bracelet, it’s so neat.”

After giving me the gift, Dad took Ben outside to cook prawns and crayfish on the barbie while Mum and I prepared the salads and other side dishes.

Ben and Dad got on so well, and I guessed Mum had told Dad to be on his best behaviour. Then again, with Ben bringing beer he’d made a good impression on Dad from the start.

The beer went well with the guys, and Mum allowed me to have one glass of wine with dinner, along with two or three for herself. Everyone was relaxed and got on so well. I think Ben has the gift of the gab, and maybe because he’s a DJ, he talks a lot, letting his confidence shine through. After dinner, I said, “Ben, come with me. I have something I’d like to show you.”

As we walked upstairs to my room, we held hands, and when I opened the door, Ben fixed his gaze on my erotic photo and was at a loss for words before uttering, “Caitlyn, look at you ... wow, that photo is ... like incredible. You’re so hot and beautiful. The picture looks stunning. Do you like being tied up when you have sex? And can I get one like that?”

“During a shoot, one photo, this one, gave the illusion of my wrists being tied behind a bedpost, and it came second in a competition promoting erotic art, then Arthur, the photographer, donated the photo to me.” I wasn’t about to tell him I enjoyed ‘being restrained’ while having sex this early in our relationship. “Sure. I’ll get Arthur to print one off, and I’ll sign it for you.”

“You know guys will cover that pic in cum, don’t you?”

“Yep, but as long as they buy it and put money in my pocket, they can do as they like.”

“I’m going to dream about you in that photo tonight.”

“A wet dream, or jerking off?”

“Both.”

Again, I took hold of his hand, led him to my bed, and we sat next to each other, turned our heads, and boldly taking the lead moved in and kissed him. The passion quickly rose as our tongues touched for the first time tonight. Breaking the kiss I said, “Why don’t we get more comfortable and lie on the bed?”

We lay next to each other and resumed kissing. Ben pulled me on top of him, and his hands were quickly under my skirt, rubbing and squeezing my bum cheeks through my panties. He moaned into my mouth as he rubbed my arse and ground his hard-on into my crotch while I unfastened the buttons on his shirt and rubbed my hands over his chest, working my way down his belly to the top of his jeans, unfastening the button and lowering the zip, allowing me to grab his hard-on and jerk him.

While I was undoing his shirt, he pulled my top apart, exposing my boobs and quickly put his hands on them, squeezing them, then tweaking my nipples. He broke the kiss and moved to suck on my hardened buds while he moved one hand inside my panties, running his fingers up and down my wet gash.