It wasn’t my fault, Daddy. See, Joey came over to look at my plant since he was the one who kinda saved it. And we admired it for a while because it’s doing really well. Well, it was. So then he mentions that he was at a party the other night at Rose Fletcher’s house, and I was a little jealous because I hadn’t been invited. So I asked him how it was, and he said it was okay, and that they’d played a game of strip dice. I asked him what that was, and he said you roll the dice and whoever loses has to take off one piece of clothing. He said Tommy Baker lost. I don’t know Tommy Baker. I asked him if it was fun, and he said it would have been more fun if I had been there. I guess I felt pleased about him saying that. So I asked him if he wanted to play, and he said sure. So we found some dice in an old Monopoly game. I was wearing sandals and panties and a top and skirt, that’s five things, and Joey had shoes and socks and jeans and underwear and a shirt, so that’s seven things. Eight if you counted his belt but he said he’d consider that part of the jeans ensemble. I thought it was funny that he said ensemble. So we started playing, and then I asked if I’d been wearing earrings could I have counted those? He said maybe but it didn’t matter since I wasn’t wearing earrings. “What about my tampon?” I asked, just teasing him. So given he had more clothing it should have been me who lost, but it was Joey, though I was down to my panties. “So what happens now?” I asked him, and he said we could keep rolling and the loser had to do whatever the winner wanted. I wasn’t sure about that, but we rolled, and I had a six and he had a two. “So what should I do?” he asked. “You could kiss me,” I said. So we kissed. Joey doesn’t kiss as good as you but he’s a pretty good kisser. So then we rolled again and I won again. “You could kiss me again,” I told him. “Yeah, but that would be a repeat,” he said. I told him he could kiss my panties if he felt he didn’t want to kiss me. I was surprised he said he’d do it. I guess he didn’t consider that a repeat.

Oh Gosh, Daddy, he was kissing my panties right on my pussy. And it felt kinda good. More than kinda, really, and I was getting turned on, and he kept kissing, and I was getting more and more turned on, and suddenly I felt this wet splattering high up on my back. And then another a little lower down. It took me a moment to figure out what happened. It was his cum, Daddy. He’d had an orgasm from kissing my pussy through my panties, and he’d ejaculated, and now the stuff was seeping down my back. He’d stopped kissing me, and I just sat there on his face feeling his cum coast slowly down my spine. It was kind of sexy, maybe because I was so close to you-knowing myself. So I kind of rocked a little, back and forth, and I could feel his chin pressing my bottom, my asshole, Daddy, and the rocking helped his cum run down my back faster, and I thought if I hadn’t been wearing panties maybe it would run all the way to my asshole, and I wondered how that would feel. Just thinking about it was getting me more and more excited—I kinda wanted to feel his cum kiss my asshole—but the cum ran out of steam before it got all the way down. So I got off of Joey and that’s when I saw what had happened. He’d knocked over the vase with my flowers, and they were strewn all over and the vase had this big crack in it. Probably his feet had jerked when he’d been coming. So you see it wasn’t my fault and also I didn’t get to come. Do you think you could, you know, fix it?