Chapter 62

Clare continued having Pussy Hour for the ladies. It might be a Tuesday morning, a Thursday evening, late on a Sunday night. There wasn’t a groundswell of new business, but more and more women were making trailer-visits.

The whores, most of them, loved it.

Still no word from Tiago ‘Teeny” Delgado.

That Sunday night at the Clooney house, Flynn announced, “I want you to make me over again. And I want my own glass of wine.”

“Your wish, Milord, is my ... um, willingness to take it under advisement. I am officially open for negotiations.”

He flipped her the bird, “Negotiate this.”

“Well, since you put it so charmingly.” She got out his wig and all of the makeup paraphernalia. “Does this have anything to do with the fact that your father will be home tomorrow night?”

“Maybe.”

“Right. Okay go shower off the day’s cares and woes, then report back to Riley Central.”

As usual, seeing himself transformed, gave Flynn an impressive erection. It seemed a little fuller to Riley, but that could have been wishful thinking on her part.

Looking at each other in the mirror, he smiled shyly, “Will you show me your Pussy dance moves?”

Riley laughed, “God, you’re pervy. Yeah, I will, but not tonight. The next time James is at work, okay?”

“Deal.”

Later, makeup off, snuggled together in her bed, he said, “Riley?”

“Yeah?”

“I never kissed anybody.”

She sat up in bed and turned on the lamp, “Honey, did you meet a boy? What’s his name?”

“His name is Logan. He goes to Pershing. I’ve sorta known him for a while, but we been talking lately.”

“That’s wonderful! Bring him home for dinner and tell him your mom’s a bi stripper.”

“Yeah, that’s what I’m gonna do.”

“So you’re 16 and never been kissed?”

He nodded, a little glumly.

“You came to the right girl, I’m a terrific kisser. And you know why?”

“Why?”

“Because I love it! Always have ever since Monica and I used to practice at sleepovers.”

“Monica?”

“Before your time, kiddo. We were in third grade.”

“Oh.”

Riley placed her hand on his cheek and turned off the lamp. “Ready for your first lesson?”

“I think so.”

“I know so.”

Riley rolled over onto Flynn, reached down and adjusted his penis so it wouldn’t be trapped between their tummies. She lowered her lips to his and gave him the slightest tongue flicker. She went slowly, gently, intensifying the kiss as gradually as she good. They both used the same minty toothpaste and it was difficult to tell where his taste began and hers ended.

She began to feel like a teenager again. Her nipples were erect despite the fact that it was Flynn she was necking with. After a couple of minutes she rolled over. and tugged him on top of her, “Your turn to be the aggressor.”

He whispered, “Which is better?”

“Only you and Logan can decide that. And you guys will figure it out.”

She ran her hands down from his shoulders, down the smooth skin of his back, to his tight little butt. She met each of his tongue-thrusts with a butt-squeeze — ‘Hello.’ ‘Hello there.’

Whisper, “How am I doing, Riley?”

“You turned me on and I’m not even into incest.”

‘Really?” A smile in the dark, a smile in his voice.

She licked his ear, “Let’s just say it’s a good thing you’re gay. Now kiss me one more time.”

In the morning, at the breakfast table, he looked at her frankly. She thought, “Good, no second thoughts.”

He said, “Thank you.”

“Anytime, Casanova, anytime.”

“I would like some more.”

“Me too.”

“You really were turned on?”

A serious question. “Yeah, but don’t go getting a big head. Think of all the pussy I’m getting at Carefree. And I told you how much I love stripping at Pussy. So my motor is kind of purring a lot of the time.”

“Oh.” So solemn.

“But yeah. Last night. Yeah, I was on the edge. If you hadn’t been there...”

Big grin, “What?”

She looked into his eyes, “I’d have gotten myself off.”

“I’ve never seen you cum, Riley.”

“Duh.”

“i’d like to. I think. Maybe.” Backtracking.

“Well, that’s another subject for another day.”

“But kissing?”

“You know where I live. Just ring my chimes, big guy.”