Chapter 3

Three months after Rosa and I had the “sex and growing up” talk with Babs, my former girlfriend Lucy called me. She was doing a one-month job in town, and wanted to know if she could stay with me. I told her, “We had some great times! Of course!”

Lucy knew what she wanted. “Same sex deal as last time? I’m a lot hotter, so I get to cum twice for each time you do?”

Was she conceited and rude? Yes! Obviously!

Did I agree to the deal? She had long and curly blonde hair, and really was a lot hotter than me, so, yes.

I thought of Lucy as my girlfriend. Later I found out Lucy thought of me whenever her four or five other fuck buddies were busy.

One night, Lucy was on top of me in a ‘69’. I was licking her pussy and she started to climax. She was partly sitting up, with my cock in her hand but not her mouth, with her back to the door. After Lucy came, I heard the bedroom door click shut. Quiet feet ran down the hall, and then another door closed. Lucy teased, “So, your other girlfriend was watching us?” She gave a naughty laugh. “Hahaha!”

I was concerned and said, “When Rosa and I are both single, we’re friends with benefits. When you’re here, she’s just my housekeeper, that’s all. I think the spy was her kid.”

The next night, the same thing. I was doing Lucy from behind, doggystyle. She came hard, and could easily be heard on the other side of the house. “Ah! Ah! Uh! Ah! YEAH! OOOOH!”

I heard the bedroom door shut, and quiet feet ran away.

“Oooh, little brown spy saw us fucking again! I like it when somebody watches. Bring a chair in, and let him watch next time.”

“Lucy, this is serious! The kid is a teen girl named Babs. You met her like five times! Her mom will be so pissed!”

Lucy elbowed me in the ribs as she lit a cigarette. “Oooh, somebody’s in big trouble! Massa gonna get a whippin’ from the kitchen slave! Hahaha! If she’s mad and quits, just hire the next beaner that hops the fence.” She blew smoke in my face.

Did I also mention Lucy is rude, racist, and inappropriate?

I was offended and angry! “You’re so full of yourself you don’t have time for anybody else’s feelings! You’re nasty, racist, and rude. I can’t deal with you anymore! Go find a hotel!”

As soon as she finished sucking me off the next night, I told her that.

After all, a deal’s a deal!

Once Lucy left, I went and told Rosa what Babs had seen. Yet again, she yelled; “Bad Babette! Trabajo!”

Babs slowly walked into her mother’s room, with her head down, and blushing intensely. Her mother asked, “Were you spying on Jack and his girlfriend?”

She slowly nodded.

“What did you see?”

“I saw him lick her kitty, and once they were fucking with her on the bed, belly down, and him on top of her. How does that work? Does she have to move her butt up so he can reach?”

It was my turn to blush. I reluctantly explained the basic mechanics of doggystyle sex.

Rosa said, “I understand you want to know everything, but spying is wrong. People should be able to do things like that in private, with nobody peeping at them! If you have any more questions, ask me or Jack. No more spying!”

Around a month later, I had taken a sleeping pill, and woke up in a zombie-like state. I had to pee, and went to the bathroom. As I started to piss, I saw Babs watching me from the hall, staring at my penis. I freaked out a little. I pissed on the floor a second, then fixed my aim. “Babs, whaaa?”

“I’m not spying! The door was open!” She continued to watch me.

I quickly finished and tucked myself back into my boxers. I took her by the hand and led her to Rosa’s room. Yet again, “Bad Babette! Trabajo!”

“Hey! He left the door open. It’s not spying if the door is open! And I have a question. His thing is really big. How does it fit into a girl’s little pussy?”

I’m actually average, six inches, but she was only fourteen.

Rosa explained, “Vaginas are flexible, and can stretch to open wide. Babies come out there, so they can stretch a lot more than you think!

“But don’t you pop out any babies until you’re at least twenty! Or I’ll stuff it back in, until you are!”

Babs giggled as she nodded, then we returned to our original rooms and went to sleep.

A few days later, Babs asked me; “Lucy stunk like cigarettes all the time, and she was really mean. Why did you like her?”