Chapter 8

Bob’s thought processes were already in a shambles. Humans often ask simple questions, to which a simple, truthful answer is unwise. An example is when a woman asks, “Does this dress make my butt look fat?” The simple, truthful answer might be, “Yup, it does.” But answering truthfully can poke a stick in the bicycle spokes. Another example is when your daughter asks you if you’d like to fuck her. There’s a “right” answer, just like the “right” answer in the previous example would be, “Why no, Darling, not at all.”

Typically, though, the person asking a question like that can tell if you’re lying. Bob was smart enough to try to stay away from a simple answer.

“You’re asking a very complicated question, that doesn’t allow for a simple answer,” said Bob.

“Why not? You either do, or you don’t. It seems easy to me.”

“First off, that’s a vulgar word. I never fucked your mother. We made love with each other.”

“Bobby says the same thing. Ever since he got to ... do that ... with Barbie, he’s all goofy and talks different.”

“Like how?”

“Like this morning he said all he wants to do is make her happy.”

“That’s what good sex is all about, Honey. It isn’t selfish. It’s about making your partner feel good. And that makes you feel good.”

“I get that,” said Julie. “Last night, I could tell I was making you feel really good, and it made me feel good, too.”

“You did make me feel good,” he sighed.

“You made the strangest sounds,” she said. “Just before you spurted I thought you were having a fit.”

“I shouldn’t have done that in your mouth,” he sighed.

“Why not? I liked it.”

“Really?”

“Absolutely, though I don’t want to do it to any of the boys I know.”

“Good,” said Bob. “I don’t want you doing that to boys you know.”

“Now you sound like Bobby again. He talks like Barbie and I belong to him and nobody else can touch us.”

“I know how he feels,” said Bob. “I kind of feel the same way.”

“Do you want to fuck ... I mean make love to Barbie, too?”

“I shouldn’t, but I think both of you make me weak and unable to control myself.”

“Is that what happened last night?”

“Well, before you got home I sure didn’t plan to molest you.”

“You didn’t molest me. At least I don’t feel like you did. I loved it. Why do you think I came and slept with you?”

“I thought you said Bobby and Barbie were going at it and you couldn’t sleep.”

“I don’t think I said they were going at it,” she said. “That doesn’t sound like something I’d say.”

“Why did you come sleep with me?” he asked, doggedly.

“Because Bobby and Barbie were going at it and I didn’t want to sleep on the couch,” she said, smugly.

“Why did you sleep with me naked?” he asked.

“Well, after what we’d done before, it didn’t seem like clothes were important. And I loved feeling your warm body against mine.”

“And you really didn’t think I’d want to have sex with you?”

“I guess not. I just thought I’d get to maybe do more of the oral stuff. And I loved your finger up in me.”

“I was drunk, but I remember loving it, too,” he sighed. “It’s been a long time since I could do things like that with a woman I loved.”

Julie felt a shiver go through her at his oblique reference to the fact that he loved her. She already knew he loved her. That went without saying. So why did it make her belly get butterflies when he said it now?

“So ... do you think ... um ... we’ll ever be able to ... um ... do it again?” she asked. “I mean just what happened last night?”

“I already want to do more, Jules,” he said.

“I know. But couldn’t we just try to keep it to that? You got soft after you spurted in my mouth. Doesn’t that mean you’re satisfied for a while?”

“Yes, normally it does,” he said. “But you want to sleep with me all night, and that means I’d have time to recharge and wake up all horny again and want to climb on top of you.”

“At which point I could suck you again,” she suggested.

“If I gave you time to wake up. I used to have it in your mother before she woke up enough to realize what was going on.”

“Oh.” Julie shivered again. What if that did happen? It would solve one problem. She wouldn’t have to fret over her virginity anymore. “Well, could we make out a little right now? I might not be so jealous of Babs if I could get a little attention, myself.”

“Now? Here?”

She nodded.

Without a word, he reached and gripped the bottom of her tank top with the fingers of both hands and began dragging it up, exposing her belly. She put her arms out to the sides and let him. When her breasts appeared he hissed and she shivered again. Her nipples practically exploded to turgid fullness. He leaned forward to suckle one gently.

“Ohhhh, Daddy,” she moaned.

They kissed, and pretty soon she straddled him, taking her shirt off in the process. She rubbed her pussy against his erection and both of them were aware that only two thin layers of cloth separated their bare skin.

Perhaps ten minutes later, she stood and pulled him to his bedroom, where she removed her shorts and lay on his bed.

“Suck me,” she whined.

He got into 69 position and tried not to fuck her throat. In the end, when he heard her choke the second time, he rolled them over so she was on top. She settled her pussy on his face and went to work on his prick. With his hands on her butt cheeks, he was able to exert enough pressure on her clit that she stopped sucking long enough to have a loud orgasm. Then she went back to work on him.

This time he didn’t feel guilty when he shot his load into her sucking mouth.

His head was on the pillow, so he pulled her up to cuddle against him. This time she didn’t mind the taste on his lips, and he didn’t think about what was probably still in her mouth as he swabbed her teeth with his tongue. It took half an hour, but he got hard again.

“See what I mean?” he said, pulling her hand to his stiff prick. “If you’d gone to sleep you’d have been helpless to keep me from taking your virginity.”

“You wouldn’t have done that,” she scoffed. “You love me too much, remember?”

“I do, but that doesn’t mean I don’t have strong urges.”

“You want me to suck it again?”

“No. I want to do something else.”

“What?”

“I want to role play.”

“You mean like in the movies?”

“Something like that.”

“Okay. What should I do?”

“Nothing. I want you to lie there and listen to me. I might ask you to do something, but mostly I just want to tell you how I feel.”

“Okay.”

He got up and stood on his knees between her thighs, spreading her knees far apart.

“This is embarrassing,” she whispered. “You can see my cooch.”

“Cooch?” He grinned. “Baby, that’s not cooch. That’s grade A prime pussy right there. What have you put in your pussy, Baby?”

“Now I’m even more embarrassed,” she said, covering her eyes.

“I just sucked your girl juice out of there. What’s there to be shy about?”

“My fingers,” she gasped. “And we have a hair brush we share.”

“You and Babs?”

“Yes, but don’t tell her I use it too. I yelled at her about it today.”

“Honesty, Baby,” he said. “Remember? We all need to be honest with each other or things can get really bad.”

“Okay.”

“So, your fingers and a hair brush handle. Is that all?”

“It’s not like I can get a dildo,” she said.