Chapter 9

A few seconds later, it became apparent who it was.

“Hey mister, I have a question,” asked the teen. We then heard Rich reply.

“Sure kid, hey, what’s your name?” They were about 15-20 feet away.

“It’s Jamie, and I’m not a kid, I’m sixteen.”

“Sorry, didn’t mean anything bad by it.” I could mentally see Rich holding up his hands as if to say “Don’t shoot”.

“Okay. So, I have a question.”

“Sure, ki—um, Jamie, go ahead.”

“Well, I asked a couple of my friends, and they just laughed at me. Promise you won’t laugh at me?”

“I promise. What’s on your mind?” Rich’s voice and demeanor were the kind that could put anyone at ease.

There was a pause and I think both Katie and I were both wondering if she was whispering, but apparently, she was just trying to rustle up some courage.

“Okay, so, why do I get a funny feeling sometimes in ... my vagina? It gets moist and kinda’ slippery sometimes. Why?”

Katie’s eyes got big like an owl’s and I suspect mine were the same.

“Um, Jamie? You should probably be asking your mom about this kinda’--”

“She’s NOT my mom,” said Jamie, defensively, and then a little less vehement, “She’s my step-mom, and I don’t feel comfortable asking her those kinda’ things.”

“Well, how about your dad?” Sounded to me like Rich was somewhat uncomfortable.

Katie put her mouth near my ear and whispered “Let’s spy on them!” She pulled her head back and looked at me. I smiled and nodded, and put a hand on one of her breasts, squeezing it gently.

“Do you really think this is the kinda’ conversation that daughters should have with their Dads?” That sounded a bit condescending.

“Well, maybe not, but I don’t think your dad or step-mom would appreciate me talking to you about your ... vagina.”

“Is there something wrong with me? I mean, am I deformed or something?”

“No, I’m sure it isn’t that—wait, don’t do that, you can’t--”

“Mister, can you look at it and tell me if something is wrong?”

Katie whispered “Oh shit!” and reached for the flap of the tent, slowly and ultra quietly pushing it open a bit. With the nearly full moon, there was enough light to see the girl standing up in front of Rich, her sweatpants down at her knees, giving him a close-up view of her pussy!

“Pull your pants up, please!” said Rich, now more of a whisper but with some authority behind it.

“Not until you look at it and tell me that it’s not deformed, Mister. Please?” The girl sounded like she was going to cry.

We both saw Rich, almost reluctant-like, look at the girl once again.

“It looks okay,” said Rich, “well, I mean, it’s normal looking, and, well,” it sounded like he was struggling in trying to say the right thing and trying to make her satisfied at the same time, and not doing a good job of it. I so looked forward to teasing him tomorrow!

“So it’s ugly.” The girl dropped her head and was probably getting ready to sob.

“No. Look, Jamie, it’s very pretty. If I were a boy your age, I definitely would want to hit, um, to, I’d want to ... I’d think it was very pretty. Hot, yeah, that’s what I mean, if I were a guy your age, I’d think it was hot!”

Even from twenty feet, Katie and I could see a big smile on her face.

“Oh thank you, Mister!” and she moved toward him with her arms spread to hug Rich, and tripped. She landed against Rich harder than he expected and they both tumbled to the ground, her landing on top of him.

At that moment, Katie had been enjoying me toying with her nipples and reached down and grabbed my junk, which she found to be rock hard. She looked at me inquisitively.

“Oh Daddy,” she said quietly in a little girl’s voice, an impish grin on her face, “I have questions, lots of questions too!”

Ignoring Rich and Jamie’s entanglement, I pulled Katie to me and French kissed her, pulling her bottoms down. I knew we didn’t have a lot of time as we both needed rest, so I went straight for the prize.

“Oh, shit,” I heard her mumble as she felt me kissing down her body, finally coming face-to-vagina with her treasure. Her scent was strong, but not in a bad way, sorta’ like when you smell a great candle scent and your mouth almost begins to water.

That’s what her scent was like. I could see that she was wet, so I dove in, face first, and began licking her. Under other circumstances, I’d take my time, and draw things out, but not now.

As Katie felt my tongue begin to lick up and down her lips, she reached with her hands and took hold of my head, and guided me where she wanted me.

“Right there,” she whispered, “little man in the canoe.”