Chapter 3

Again somewhat subdued, the girls joined Robbie for a light dinner. He had them get ready for bed, and the three of them then retired to the family room where Robbie put in a DVD for them to watch, one that he knew Trey's Mom, Lindsey, would be okay with, 101 Dalmatians.

When they had gotten ready for bed, Trey had invited Kat to check out the nightgowns that Robbie had gotten for her, and invited her to take her pick of any one she wanted. Once again, Kat was kind of intimidated by the daring nature of these gowns, but feeling how nicely the satiny fabrics caressed her skin, she selected a pale gold color that came down to just above her knees. Of course, all of these gowns also came with bottoms, so Trey told her to not bother with the heavy cotton panties she was used to wearing.

Trey was still pretty well spent from the day's exertions. At her request, Robbie allowed her to sit on his lap, and Kat stretched out beside them on the couch. Within the first twenty minutes, Trey was sound asleep; the day's activities having taken their toll. "Want me to put you to bed, Little One?" "Mm-hmm. Carry me?" "Of course, Munchkin." And Trey was out for the night.

When Robbie returned and resumed his seat on the couch, now it was Kat who asked if it would be all right to sit on his lap. "Sure, Beautiful Girl. Come on up here." He had her straddle his legs, facing forward so that she could lean back into his chest while watching the movie. He gently caressed her arms with his hands, feeling the goose bumps quickly raised on her skin.

"Are you chilly?" "Oh no, not at all. That just feels so nice!" Kat explained, "I never ever get to sit on my daddy's lap." "Does he think you've gotten too big for that, Sweetheart?" "Oh no, I was never allowed to. My mommy and daddy don't think there should be any touching." "No Touching? No hugging? Nothing," Robbie asked? "No," Kat replied, "our church and school don't think there should be any touching between people that aren't married."

"Oh, that's too bad. I didn't know. I'll stop." "No, don't stop. I like it! It feels nice. I've never felt nice and warm like this before, and I really like it!" "Okay, then if you like it, I won't stop," and Robbie continued to rub and caress up and down her arms, until his hands slid off of her hands and glided over the satin smooth gown that covered her legs.

All the way back up to her shoulders and then sliding down her arms, along the tops of her thighs all the way down to her knees. And back up. Slowly. Softly. Gentle caresses. Kat seemed to snuggle deeper back into his chest, letting out an occasional sigh. All the way down. His hands on her knees. Imperceptibly spreading them apart. Fingers gliding back up across the tops of her thighs. Up along her arms. Squeezing her shoulders.

Fingertips spread as his hands slide back down her arms. Pads of his fingertips barely brushing the sides of her breasts as his hands slip down. Across the tops of her thighs. Fingertips whispering onto the inner edges of her thighs, softly pulling at the skin, satin fabric so smoothly sliding. Down to the knees. Slowly back up. Gently pressing against the inner thighs. To her arms, and up. Fingers splayed, now caressing a bit of her tummy. He catches a slight response; he had inadvertently tickled.

Continuing up, fingertips brush the diamond hard points of her nipples. A shiver. Continuing up to grasp and squeeze her shoulders. So slowly. So gently. Such pleasure from the light caressing. His hands slide back down. All the way down her arms, onto the tops of her thighs. Pulling apart. Sliding down to the knees. Gently pressing, as the fingertips glide along the inner thigh, gently pressing.

There. He felt it. He felt her clench those muscles at the top of her thighs. And again.

He continued back up. Slowly, softly, gently. Up and down. All the way over the full breasts. And down.

He was feeling her clench now on nearly every pass and could feel her breath becoming slightly shallower. Next time, he whispered into her ear, "Exercising?" "Hmm?" "Are you exercising? I can feel you stretching your muscles." "Oh. That. Yeah, I do that sometimes," Kat answered.