Chapter 11

Although Amy didn’t call that night, she greeted me with a full-body massage in the morning at school. And, between teasing nips of my chin, had apologized for missing the night before—little sister problems.

Earlier, there’d also been no sign of Mrs. Goodman as I’d left the truck, which was fine. Since the evening shift had ended late, every muscle still ached. Tired, my mind dragged.

But, woof, when I spotted her at lunch. Oh, yeah, she’d taken my guidance to heart. No more church dresses. While not too revealing—we were in school, after all—the fuchsia dress had both a deep V-neck and a hem that swirled just above her knees. A definite improvement.

And when she glanced my way on her usual dash, I winked. Even as she turned away, her cheeks reddened. Tired or not, my cock surged.

However, I’d reviewed the plan. Although that weird glimmer in her eyes was perplexing, nothing had really changed. So, stick to the program, which meant keeping her on edge.

Thus, despite catching her sidelong glances in class, I didn’t react. Instead, I stayed quiet and departed with the other students. Another long practice and longer work shift had me back at home late in the evening. Once more, momma was in her bedroom. But the lights were out as I slipped into my room. After retrieving Mrs.—Kitten’s panties, I hung them on the monitor and gazed at them.

Sure, I could’ve called Amy, but I didn’t. While she displayed no fear, I preferred her coming to me. Plus, to be honest, at the glimmer in her eyes every time she lurched into my arms at school, she enjoyed being with me. So, there was that. At the chirp of the phone, a grin slid onto my face.

“Good evening, sexy baby,” I answered with my deepest voice, letting the smile bleed into my tone.

“Holy fuck, Damon. Mmm, Jesus. That voice. Hey, wait a minute.” After a brief silence, there was a muffled thud, and padded footsteps brought her back. “Had to check my mom is still downstairs talking with dad.”

“Oh really. Why’d you have to check?”

“She’s been giving me grief.”

“About me?”

“Yeah.”

“And? What about you?”

“Me. I’m ... Oh, God, Damon. I feel so ... I mean, are we moving too fast?”

My brows knitted. So far, she’d only played with herself, and we’d kissed. Okay, I’d also fondled a very nice tit through her blouse at the cinema. So, sooner or later, I’d have to do more with her. Have to? Wanted to? Either way, it wasn’t anything like what else was going on in my life. The sudden speed of Mrs. Goodman’s ... Downfall? Hmm, that didn’t seem the correct term.

“No,” I replied.

And at her gulp, I sighed. The silence dragged as if she were expecting more words. But what more was there to say? At her heavy breath and a quiet swish from the speaker, my eyebrow lifted.

“You naked again, Amy?”

“Yes.”

Her turn for a single-word reply. Okay, we were back on track. Also, another chance to test her. How far would she go for me? Only an experiment.

“Show me.”

After a curt gasp, there was silence. Suddenly, there was rapid breathing and sounds of the phone shifting in her hand. When my phone chirped, and I stared at the image...

For the first time with Amy, my cock lurched. Yeah, my imagination had been pretty close, but the reality had my heartbeat thundering.

With a grin on her crimson-tinged face, she held the phone towards a mirror in her bedroom. In nothing but stark tan lines, a tight, petite frame gleamed in the glow of a nearby lamp. Impressive. With the other hand holding her hair back, she’d thrust those perky cones towards the camera. Light pink areolas were tipped with darker, very sharp little nipples. Toned abdomen, and with her legs spread, light glimmered in the fine hairs of a stripe leading to her pinkness.

“Wow, I’m sorry,” I murmured.

“W-What’s the matter, bear?” she whispered with a hint of fear that had my blood sizzling.

“Hmm, ‘sexy’ was an understatement.”

“Really? You like me?” She gulped. “I mean—”

“You’re so fucking hot, Amy,” shot from me before I remembered the plan.

And as my fist tightened on the phone, I held in a curse. Keep her at bay. She wasn’t on my radar. But a niggling little voice added, “not yet.”

“Aww, I’m ... Thank you, um, Damon.”

“You’re thanking me? I’m about to have the nicest dreams.”

Good response. Of course, all the dreams so far had been of Kitten, but at Amy’s soft giggle, I smiled. Back on the plan. Keep her hungry. I’d be a gentleman. Sorta.

“Um, Damon. Can we ... Again. Go out sometime?”

“Sure. How about this Friday?”

“Oh, sorry. Um, I’ve got a Girl Scout thing this weekend. We’re leaving right after school, Friday.”

“Well, I work most evenings, so how about a rain check? The following Friday? Maybe, um, dinner somewhere.”

“Yes!” She smacked her lips. “Um, I mean, yes, I’d like that. Dinner would be wonderful. Thanks, Damon.”

“It’s a pity you think we’re going too fast,” I said in that deep voice.

“Oh. Oh, uh, why ... Why is that, Damon?” She gulped.

“Well, I’m betting you’re a pretty tasty little dessert.”

“Oh.” Her voice disappeared into a moan, before rapid breathing erupted from the phone.

“Fingers, nice and deep?”

“Yes,” she hissed.

“Good night, horny baby.”

Right as she gasped, I ended the call. With a laugh muted by my forearm, I rolled onto my back. Alright, she was becoming even more fun. Had to give her that. Different from Kitten, but just as enjoyable.