Chapter 40: Teaching Aaron a Lesson

Gina did not have the slightest idea what was in store for us that evening and neither did I. Telling her that we were there to further the fulfillment of a thirty-something female's sexual desires would sound ludicrous; I didn't believe it myself.

Priscilla Baker welcomed us to her home, reminding us, especially me to call her Priscilla. The dress was everything she said it was, thin material that let the outline of her white underwear show through, yet loose fitting, moving with her ass and thighs as she walked. She must have read my mind; her hair was neater and shorter than I remembered from our Saturday meeting. If she would only relax, I thought, she would be cute.

"I've heard all about you," Miss Baker said to Gina, making me wonder if she was just nervous or had misunderstood me when I told her I was bringing Gina tonight. The only thing she knew about Gina was that they were going to clean up the kitchen while I talked to Aaron. I decided Miss Baker was just trying to make Gina welcome.

Thinking that I had to work fast before Aaron arrived, I interrupted Miss Baker's welcome speech. "Gina will keep you company in the kitchen after dinner while I talk to Aaron. I don't know what I'm going to say so give me some time to bring up the subject of sex. I'll send you a signal when it's a good time to join us."

"What's the signal?" They asked in unison.

"What's the signal?" Miss Baker asked again when we heard the doorbell. Nothing was decided when she opened the door and Aaron entered.

I didn't like him. To me, Aaron was arrogant and aloof. It irritated me that he didn't look at me when we shook hands and I probably gripped his small hand harder than necessary just to get his attention. I didn't like that Miss Baker adored him and he took her for granted. I didn't like watching him pay more attention to Gina than to anybody else. I didn't like him.

I didn't like the way Aaron took over as host, making a project of opening the wine, deciding that Gina and I were too young to have any and pouring himself a full glass before inquiring if Miss Baker wanted some too. I hadn't thought to bring wine but Aaron hadn't either. Gina and I settled for Cokes.

Miss Baker's apartment was small; we ate at a round table in the kitchen. The meal was simple, green salad followed by stroganoff, which Miss Baker said was homemade, followed by cheesecake, which she admitted was not homemade and coffee. We learned that Aaron and Miss Baker were coworkers but Aaron refused to discuss his work. Once he found out that I was a sophomore and Gina was a senior he focused all of his attention on her, foiling the attempts of Miss Baker and Gina to turn the conversation to my achievements.

To me, it became comical. I didn't like him and I didn't care who knew it. I guess the feeling was mutual. The mention of football was met with rebuke from Aaron. He said it was a barbaric sport and all jocks were brainless freaks of nature. Miss Baker smiled and endured him. I wondered what she saw in the pompous jerk. Did she really want to have sex with him?

Miss Baker shooed us out of the kitchen as soon as we took our last sip of coffee, saying that she and Gina would load the dishwasher and be right in to join us. "Perhaps we can play a game," she said, winking at me.

Aaron took the one easy chair and had a better view of the kitchen than me. I sat on the other piece of furniture in the room, a couch.

"What do you do in your spare time?" I asked, interrupting Aaron who gave me a blank stare before turning his attention back to the kitchen. I had to extend my neck to get a brief view of what was so interesting to Aaron. Gina was not helping Miss Baker at all. She was sitting on the cabinet next to the dishwasher, running her hands up and down her inner thighs and talking to Miss Baker who was paying more attention to what Gina was doing and saying than to loading the dishwasher.

"Move out of the way so I can see," Aaron whispered to himself but I knew he was wishing that Miss Baker would move so he could see more of Gina's legs as she hiked her dress up to her crotch.

Miss Baker, I could not bring myself to think of her as Priscilla, moved enough for us to get a glimpse of Gina's panties. I heard a little sound emerge from Aaron's mouth and glanced at him. His body was thrust forward in his chair in order to get a better view of Gina, only to growl in frustration when Miss Baker spread her legs and ran her hand up her inner thigh to imitate Gina's action.

"She wore that dress for you," I said, unwisely.

"She did?" He asked, giving me a brief look before turning his head back to the kitchen. I strained to see the reflection of Miss Baker's legs through the thin material of the dress. "Just look at her," he said and the realization hit me that he misunderstood me. I was speaking of Miss Baker and he thought I was talking about Gina.

Bluntly, I set him straight. "I was talking about Miss Baker. Don't you know she's hot for you?"

He shot a look at me. It was a mixture of annoyance that I would be so bold as to intrude into his personal life and the interruption of his watching Gina run her hand up and down her inner thigh. "We work together. I don't shit where I eat," he said dismissively before turning back to the show Gina was putting on for Miss Baker in the kitchen.

I watched him, having abandoned my plan to share Miss Baker's desires with him. Knowing that I had failed in my attempt to spur some action on Aaron's part I felt bad for Miss Baker. Watching him become aroused at Gina's actions amused me. Whatever she was doing was consuming his total attention. Was I going to have to assert myself to prevent him from taking inappropriate actions toward her? He knew she was only seventeen. I wondered if that knowledge would deter him in his present excited state.

He must have felt my eyes upon him. "You're too young and foolish to understand what that little slut is doing to me."

"Don't call her a slut," I said, gritting my teeth and clinching my fists in order to prevent myself from attacking him.

"She's a slut all right. You're just too young and inexperienced to see it. She's been around and she knows exactly what she's doing, I can tell."

"You're beginning to piss me off Aaron. I know exactly what she's doing and it's not for you. Gina is describing what she and I did last night," I said before catching myself. In my excitement I let my voice rise and it caught the attention of Miss Baker who closed the dishwasher and came to the doorway, Gina close behind.

"What's going on Sammy?" Miss Baker asked, her mouth open ever so slightly, her question hanging suspended while I decided how to answer her.

"Your boyfriend is not inclined to make sexual advances toward you, Miss Baker. I'm sorry to have to tell you that I failed."

"You failed what?" Aaron attacked me with fire in his eyes.

"We were hoping you would see how sexy Miss Baker is and want to have sex with her. I'm sorry, Miss Baker."

"Please call me Priscilla, Sammy. There's nothing to be sorry for. I'm sure you did your best," Miss Baker said. The light was silhouetting the outline of her legs from the back. She was nearly in tears.

"What did you think this boy was going to do Priscilla?" Aaron asked. "Make me fuck you?"

"Shut up!" I said, enraged. "He said he didn't shit where he eats and he thinks Gina is a slut. I don't see why you wanted to be intimate with him, but I'll make him wish he had if you want me to."

"No, Sammy, don't beat him up. Please don't get rough with him," Miss Baker pleaded.

"Come over here, Priscilla," I said, a plan forming that would not involve getting rough with Aaron unless he chose to make it so.

She came to me, cautiously uncertain.

"Gina, you come over here too," I said and she came without hesitation. I patted the couch and she took a seat very close to me.

"Tell Priscilla what we did at the party last night."

"I already told her," Gina said.

"Explain what you did. We're going to have her be you," I said, pulling her close for a short kiss. Gina grinned, beginning to enjoy our little game. I noticed Aaron was watching us closely. Well, he was really watching how Gina's dress was pulled up around her bare legs as she leaned against me.

"Priscilla, sit on his lap," Gina ordered the older woman. Miss Baker made a tentative move toward me, near enough for me to pull her onto my lap. She pulled her dress down, looked at me and then at Aaron.

"Take his hand and put it on your leg," Gina said and Miss Baker moved my hand to her thigh.

"Under the dress," Gina said, causing Miss Baker to smack her lips. I felt the bare skin of her thigh.

"Now move it back and forth," Gina said and I could tell she was enjoying herself because she was moving her hand up and down her own thigh. Miss Baker moved my hand a short distance each way, keeping it several inches from her pussy. Each time she moved it upward I extended the length of the movement until I felt the damp crotch of her panties and held my hand there. Miss Baker's breath was becoming ragged but she didn't attempt to move my hand away.

"That's how we did it last night," Gina broke the spell that had invaded the room. "When we left the party we went parking and that's when we really had fun. Do you want me to tell you what we did, Priscilla?"

Miss Baker nodded and wiggled her ass on my lap, putting her pussy in full contact to my open hand.

"Sammy told me to get into the back seat and take my panties off," Gina began, making Miss Baker turn her head toward Gina, look across the room at Aaron and then wiggle her ass, boring her cunt into my hand.

"Do it while Sammy turns out the light," Gina ordered. "Turn out the light Sammy."

Miss Baker reluctantly slid off my lap. I walked toward the kitchen, found and flipped the light switch and heard Gina urge Miss Baker to remove her panties. The room was nearly dark when I returned to the couch but I could make out that she was holding her panties up to show me. "What should I do with these?" She asked and I knew Gina had prompted her as to what to say.

"Put them in the front seat so we can find them later," I said. Gina took the panties and placed them on the couch next to her. She must have decided to skip the part where we tested the length of the car seat.

"Unzip his pants and take his cock out," Gina said, making Miss Baker groan. But there was no reluctance on her part to follow Gina's instructions. I felt her hand reach for my zipper and heard it being lowered. I unhitched my belt and squirmed around to help her reach inside my shorts. Her small hand felt around and I thought I heard Miss Baker giggle as she successfully brought my cock into the cool room air. I was very much aware that it was Miss Baker who was holding my cock in her small hand but I think she was lost in the moment, awaiting Gina's next instruction.

"Lick it," Gina said when she could see that Miss Baker was on her knees, bent over and holding my cock. I felt her tongue give the head a tentative lick.

"Come sit on my lap, Gina," we heard Aaron say, like he was offering her a chance to get comfortable.

"No! We need her here to watch and describe what to do," I said, forgetting momentarily that Miss Baker's lips were attached to my cock, about halfway down the shaft.

"She can tell you what to do from over here," Aaron argued.

"I said, NO. We need her here," I repeated, running my hand up the inside of Gina's thigh until I felt her moist panties. She lowered her head and kissed me. "Are you going to make me make an exception later?" She asked.

"You know I am," I assured her.

"Hear that Aaron?" Gina asked. "He promised to fuck me after a while."