Chapter 49: Dating Smart Guys...

Caitlin and Howard beat the dinner rush at Andrea's by just enough that they could get seated immediately without a reservation. When they were settled, Howard's mind returned to the question that had been eating him for hours -- and while it remained unvoiced, it was written all over his face.

Caitlin leaned forward, deliberately giving his eyes the drop-shot between her breasts (he was so cute about it, too, looking and then catching himself and pretending he hadn't), and asked the leading question, "What's wrong, Howard -- you're being awfully quiet..."

"I'm wondering..."

"Why?"

"Yes." Howard sat for a moment. "What has suddenly changed?"

Caitlin pursed her lips, and said, "Well, this is going to sound silly, but I suddenly realized what you were up to! I mean, I guess I knew all along, but you're terrible at trying to pick up girls, you know? It was easy to believe that you weren't REALLY trying to accomplish anything..."

Howard sighed and looked exasperated. "So what made you realize..."

Caitlin sipped her wine. "Um, well, it was my daughter, actually. Her new boyfriend is, well, somewhat different than her usual choices, and when I asked her why, I got some surprising answers. She said that she'd discovered that smart boys don't know how to pick up girls; something about seeing more ways to do it and getting confused, or something. Apparently, they're looking for a better way -- only THAT doesn't work because girls aren't expecting anything seriously new, and just think they're weird... I don't suppose I'm explaining this well..."

"Well, the bits and pieces I'm getting seem to fit the puzzle..." Howard replied, frowning and shaking his head in incredulity.

"She also says they tend to be really honest and not to expect anything much in return when they do things for you -- apparently, it has something to do with this better way..." Caitlin shrugged, obviously at a loss to understand that particular piece.

"Caitlin, have you ever run across the concept of chivalry?" Howard's exasperation overflowed.

"Huh? Oh, sure. That's when guys open doors for girls and such... Oh! OH!" Suddenly, the lights came on. "It's like THAT?"

Howard nodded. "Yes, it's like that..." His tone said that Caitlin was more than a little dense.

"You poor thing!" Caitlin started a move to touch his hand, but aborted it. "Then again, I'm not the only one, am I?"

"Well, no."

"Surely you've gotten lucky occasionally?"

"Not so you'd notice," Howard looked away glumly.

"Oh."

Dinner arrived, forcing a pause while each of them assessed the situation. After a bit, Howard observed, "Now you're thinking pretty hard, over there. Can I ask what about?"

"Um." Caitlin covered her mouth and dispensed with the piece of fish she'd been chewing. "Sorry. Well, I'm in kind of a pickle. I'm as bad at picking guys as you are at attracting women. I've long since given up on relationships -- I've learned that staying independent keeps me from ending up black and blue. On the other hand, I still like, um, to be with a guy occasionally. Usually, I can handle that by going to a bar..." She gazed at him pensively. "Now, here I am out with you -- and there are... problems. One big one is that we work together -- if things don't work out, I could end up needing a new job!"

Howard blinked. "Oh, I'd NEVER cause THAT! Chivalry, remember?"

"Oh -- so, it's like, no harm, no foul?" Caitlin confirmed.

Howard pursed his lips. "Yeah, like that."

"Okay." Caitlin sat a moment. "Um. I guess the other thing is not doing relationships. I don't. But if things go really well, I might change my mind... I'm just not sure how to approach the whole thing." She frowned. "If we go at it like I usually handle these things, then I might... ruin something better..."

Howard smiled. "If it'll help, I've always been attracted by your independence. The few women I've ever attracted were looking for marriage to a CPA -- matchmaking by someone's mother, usually." Howard rolled his eyes. "You can imagine, I bet. Anyway, that's never been a thing with you, and it's... refreshing."

Caitlin laughed. "Being a CPA doesn't get you hot babes?"

Howard shook his head, smiling. "Being a movie star gets you babes. Being a CPA gets you Grade C gold-diggers with grasping Jewish mothers..."

Caitlin giggled. "So what else attracts you to me? I'm no doubt Grade C, too..."

Howard's expression indicated that he was only semi-serious when he replied, "Well, I'd have said you were a good Grade B -- and Grade A isn't worth the trouble, even if it WAS attainable."

Caitlin laughed and rolled her eyes. "Grade B? Me? I don't even want to SEE your Grade C! Omigawd!"

Howard's face turned serious. "What do you think is so wrong with you?"

"Howard, I've been out on the shelf at the meat market many times -- I know I'm not anybody's number one choice! If I was a horse, you'd avoid me for my teeth, and my legs are, well, hopeless..." Howard blinked in confusion, and Caitlin detected it, but she was on a roll, "I'm skinny, and these things on my chest might look good with a bra to prop them up, but they aren't exactly bikini babe hooters..."

Howard pursed his lips. "Okay, that's YOUR opinion. Want to hear mine?"

"Sure." 'This'll be good... '

"You have a beautiful, carefree smile that lights up your face -- I can't really remember ever worrying too much about your teeth -- besides, it looks like they're all there... Your legs are adorable -- they make you look like a pixie. They're different, but I love to look at them. I find them to be an endearing feature, not anything hopeless. You've borne at least one child, yet you didn't puff up like a toad and stay that way, which says good things for how you take care of yourself. As for your breasts, well the parts I've seen look good to me..."

Somewhere in the middle of this dissertation, Caitlin's mouth slammed shut and her eyes got big. There was something about the mixed bag that Howard presented... "Goodness! Either you're a silver-tongued devil or..." Waitaminnit! She KNEW he wasn't THAT! What had Erin said? 'Smart guys don't lie' or words to that effect... That left... "So, uh, just how bad have you got it?" Howard shut up suddenly and looked away, embarrassed. "Oh. My. God!"

"It's not like that," Howard muttered defensively -- but he wouldn't meet her eye.

"It isn't? I feel awful -- not to mention stupid -- for not having noticed, but I think you're off your rocker. Why me? You could do better -- almost anywhere!"

"I'm not hopelessly in love or anything..."

"It's probably a crush. God, that's terrible! I'll NEVER live up to your daydreams!"

"Oh, come on! You're exaggerating here!" But he still avoided her eyes.

"And you're an AWFUL liar! Do you know that?"

"Look, you don't expect me to admit to any such silly thing, do you?"

Howard was quite proud of that little piece of misdirection until Caitlin shot it down. "Maybe not," she chuckled, "but the fact that you won't admit to it doesn't make it false..."

Nothing seemed to be working, so Howard shut up, shrugging. More argument would be just that; nothing would be resolved. Yes, he had a thing for Caitlin, but he was an adult, and you didn't let such thing get away from you, did you? Especially if they're going strictly nowhere... On the other hand, here they were, at dinner together, on what most people would call a date; this was the closest to success that Howard had been in some time...

"So, after dinner? What kind of plans do you have?" Caitlin asked.

Howard blinked. Caitlin had more or less run things thus far; he'd not even thought about it. "Whatever you'd like, I guess."

"That covers a lot of ground," Caitlin replied. "Do you dance?"

"Uh, not really." Howard blushed.

"Hmmmm. Want to learn?"

"Fast stuff?" He'd look like a donkey or something.

"Some. Some slow stuff, too -- it's more fun and easier to keep your feet under control." Caitlin replied.

"Okay. I'm not exactly up to speed on the modern stuff."

"I know a club for old fogies like us. Nothing too new and embarrassing."

"Okay, then."

Dinner at the Wilson manor was a small family gathering -- just Armand, Sharon, Nora and Nate. Jason ate in his quarters; Inez shuttled back and forth between there, the dining room, and the kitchen, servicing both her master and the family. Leticia served, too, still in her somewhat altered bikini. Except...

Armand glanced at Leticia and frowned. "Where is the tail?"

"Boris told me that I should remove it, Sir," Leticia said carefully.

"Really?" Armand's eyebrows went up. He punched the intercom.

"Yes?" Consuelo answered.

"Get me Boris."

"Boss?" Boris, eating in the kitchen, answered the page.

"Did you tell Leticia that she could remove the tail?"

"Da."

"Why?"

Boris chuckled. "I don't want her -- how you say? -- bung ruined before I get in there. It is for me to have fun in, nyet? I want it to close up again, first."

"Ah. Carry on, then. See that she cleans it well." Armand went back to his dinner, as did Boris.

Bianca ate in the kitchen with the servants, under Velma's watchful eye. Pete was there, too, but he avoided eye contact and escaped quickly. "Wat's wit' yo' girl?" Velma asked, seeing Bianca's glum expression.

"I don't want to talk about it right now," Bianca replied, glancing around.

"Pete, then?" Charles asked. The Wench, kneeling at his right and accepting forkfuls of food from him, grinned around her mouthful of baked sole filet.

Bianca glared at Charles, but Inez, bustling in from the dining room, had caught the reference. "You don't look any different," she rasped. "Sex with the handsome gringo child-molester wasn't the big thing you thought it would be?"

"It didn't happen, Mama," Bianca replied. "Somehow, you spoiled the mood!"

"Good!" Inez retorted. "He's twice your age! What future do you have with him?"

"So suddenly age is a big thing?" Bianca complained. "In the old country, girls my age are married off to nasty old toads all the time! At least Pete isn't a toad!"

Inez sniffed disdainfully. "This is not the old country, as you are SO fond of pointing out to me! And those old toads have money -- something Pete does NOT! Besides, you are not planning marriage -- you are merely planning to lay with him, like a puta!" She glared, "That is NOT what your father and I planned for you when we came here! You could be a puta in the old country!"

Charles opened his mouth, shut it. This was entertainment...

"And I could be a puta HERE, like YOU!" Bianca screeched. "At least I am not married! I do not disgrace myself and my husband, carrying another man's babies!" Bianca stopped short, her eyes popped, and she covered her mouth -- but the truth was out.

Inez wilted visibly. "I--I..." Her face collapsed, and she ran from the room.

"My," Charles murmured blandly, "THAT was interesting..."

Velma rounded on Bianca, "Gal, yoah innit deep! Yo' bettah git goin' an' apologize to yoah momma fo' DAT!" Her eyes widened. "Yo' know who else yo' in trouble wit?"

"It's true, then?" Phillippe burst out. "Oh, shit! Jason!" NOBODY wanted to be on Jason's shit list!

Bianca hit the door at a dead run, "Mama! Mama, come back! I'm sorry..."

Velma hustled out behind her, as fast as her legs could carry her. Charles thought about it a moment and followed.

Armand was first apprised of the pending altercation when Velma came hurtling through the dining room door. "Boss, Bianca an' Inez was goin' at it an' Bianca let go sumpthin' 'bout Inez bein' pregnant. Ah figah Mistah J goin' ta go WILD!"

Armand wiped is mouth. "Probably. Get Charles."

"Here, Sir."

"Let's go." The dining room emptied.

Bianca figured that her mother would go to her old quarters to sulk, but Inez knew her duty; she went straight to her master. When she got to Jason's quarters, Inez was crying anew from Jason's angry, "See what you have visited upon us?" and Jason's expression was thunderous. "YOU!" he roared. "And to think I took your part in your recent fight! This is how you repay me? By embarrassing me before the staff?"

"I--I'm sorry!" Bianca wailed. "I was angry -- Mama was accusing me of things she shouldn't have been and acting superior. My mouth opened..."

"... And your idiot father leaped out!" Jason snarled, advancing on her, his expression menacing.

"Jason!" Armand stood in the door. "Bianca has done you a favor. How much more embarrassing would it be to have to acknowledge the child at the birth?"

"If it's female, I may have it drowned!" Jason ranted. "Faithless bitches..." But he'd stopped advancing on Bianca.

"Jason, you're exaggerating this. The staff won't be teasing you; they know better. That pleasure is basically left to myself, alone. Besides, most of them are grateful to Inez for acting as a buffer against your more extreme mood swings."

"That may be," Jason snarled, "but..."

"It might be wise if you didn't extend this visit, Bianca," Sharon advised, peering around Armand's shoulder. "Bianca, make your apologies and come see me. Obviously, you can't expect immediate absolution..."

"Yes, Ma'am." Bianca replied. Turning to Jason, she added, "I'm REALLY sorry! But..."

"But nothing! You had a weapon, and you used it -- and more than your target was injured! See that you remember that! I will discuss your mother's behaviors leading up to it with her, but for now, you are not welcome here!" Jason pointed at the door. Bianca hung her head and made for the door. Jason turned to Armand, "If you'll excuse me, Sir, I have domestic issues to attend to."

"Don't damage the merchandise," Armand warned. Jason nodded tightly, and Armand backed out, closing the door. "Charles, my study."

"Sir." Charles followed Armand.

"Velma, call for Felicia," Sharon directed. "Bianca..."

"Yes, Ma'am." Bianca followed Sharon meekly to her office.

Once they were seated, Sharon began, "That was unwise in the extreme. Jason is a powerful friend, and an even more powerful enemy. From what I've seen, he's been doing well by you -- whatever possessed you?"

"My temper got away from me," Bianca sighed. "Mama accused me of being a puta -- a whore -- because I want..."

"What?"

"Pete."

"WHAT?"

"Well..." Bianca stubbed the carpet with her toe. "Boys my age are idiots. I want my first time to be romantic, and done right. I know there is the age thing, and we probably won't make it, but Pete and I... click." She sighed. "Mama was spouting the old country morals -- staying a virgin until your wedding night, blah, blah, blah... It's a tissue of lies, and it covers evil things -- and she can't even hold herself to those standards, but she waves them at ME!" Steam had been building slowly throughout this second part.

Sharon sighed. "Your mother is a pragmatist. Her situation -- while certainly in part her own fault -- isn't totally of her own making. And while she fatalistically accepts her own lot, she hopes for better for you -- all mothers do!"

"But following those idiot rules is what got her into trouble in the first place!" Bianca burst out. "Papa was no catch -- it would have been better if she'd known that they weren't any good sexually BEFORE they were married for ever!"

Sharon sighed. "Certainly, Catholic morals enforce a certain pig- in-a-poke mindset, but there is more to marriage than sex. There was love there, once, I'm sure. Hindsight is 20-20; nobody knew where they were headed, going in. Besides, had they not married, you would not be standing here." She pondered a moment. "I gather that Jason took your part in an earlier altercation?"

"Yes."

"You have severely damaged yourself with him. I think that Jason has issues with women in general -- and you DON'T want to be a target in particular!" Sharon paused. "What about Pete? Does he know about this... crush?"

"Well, yes. It's sort of mutual."

"And what has he done about it?" Sharon asked dubiously.

Bianca stiffened. "Nothing. At least nothing that I have not clearly invited. I know that this is... dangerous for him. He is very concerned about that. I... got Mama's permission to proceed earlier today, but it was... under duress." She smiled, briefly. "Mama assumed that we had rushed right out to do something, but Pete -- well, I think the whole thing upset him..."

"I see," Sharon replied, "I think. No matter what you want in this matter, Pete is exposed to some danger from the law. Even with your mother's permission, he might still be prosecuted, if news of the relationship should get out. The age of consent in this state is sixteen, I think; how old are you?"

"I'm fourteen."

"Hmmmm. Well, you don't LOOK fourteen, but you sometimes ACT fourteen -- today being a prime example. You haven't moved in with Jason yet, have you? No? Good. Run along and hang out with Felicia for a bit, and stay out of Jason's way. I'll see if I can find a way to tactfully remind him that young girls and their mothers have fights over adult issues." Sharon shooed Bianca in the direction of the Wench, who was standing in the doorway. "Why don't you do her hair or something, Felicia?"

Sharon had indicated to Bianca that she intended to intercede with Jason, but her first action was to put in an appearance in Pete's bachelor quarters. "Pete? May I have a word with you?"

"Yes, Ma'am."

"Don't 'Yes, Ma'am' ME! I'm not THAT much older than you! Certainly the difference in OUR ages isn't as much as the difference between yours and that of a certain young girl..."

Pete hung his head, mumbling, "I haven't done anything."

"Hmmm, yes, well, certainly not as much as she apparently wants you to, anyway."

"Well, I can't see anything happening, now," Pete murmured.

"Why? Just because she had a run-in with her mother and broadcast to all and sundry that her mother was pregnant with Jason's child..."

"What? Who's pregnant?" Pete blinked.

"Inez. It was SUPPOSED to stay secret for a bit longer, I think. Jason is on the warpath because Bianca has publicly embarrassed him before the servants."

"Oh, boy!" Pete exclaimed. "Is she safe?"

"For now," Sharon replied. "Jason will cool down, eventually. Back to you; I though Bianca got permission to do whatever it is she's Hell bent to do..."

"Well, maybe she did, but -- I can't, anyway. Not a fourteen year old! It was bad enough when I thought she was sixteen or so! Now... I'm not a child molester!" He shook his head. "How could that body be only fourteen years old?"

"Well, she fills a mean bikini; I'll admit that," Sharon replied. "Hispanic girls tend to mature early, I think. How long have you been slavering after her?"

"Well, it isn't really like that -- but if it was, I'd still be only one of a group that did. She's... hot!"

"How is it, then?"

"Well, a guy would have to be dead not to notice her!" Pete replied defensively, "But I've been keeping it all under wraps, until today. Strictly proper. But today..." He sighed. "Today, we were doing camel fights in the pool, and the girls were topless. Then she wanted me to help her with her hair. Then she decided to sunbathe naked, and wanted me to oil her... Hey..." He shrugged.

"Um. How far has it gone?"

"No farther than some, well, inappropriate touching. And I was invited, honest!" Pete eyed his boss' supervisor earnestly. He REALLY didn't want to lose this job... "Now that I know how young she is..."

Sharon had gone there with the intent of upbraiding Pete -- but when you add Bianca's admission that she had been frankly chasing him to the transparent attempts at entrapment that Pete described... "Pete, what is Bianca to you?"

"Huh? Well, she's cute, even when she's not falling out of a bikini. With her daddy gone and her momma moving in with Jason, she sorta needs a protector. I was trying to limit it to that, actually."

"She wants more, obviously."

"Well, maybe, but how MUCH more?"

Sharon frowned. "She wants you to be her first. I don't think she's gotten much beyond that. I don't think it's love as much as lust -- and I guess I can't blame her; you're a slick package..." Pete was, too. He was built, had dark, curly hair and blue eyes, a certain brash boyishness...

"What am I supposed to do?" he asked, exasperated. "Guys don't really defend themselves well in the presence of a determined woman! I mean, it's what you want to do in the first place..."

"Well, maybe you go with it, if that's REALLY what she wants. But aside from your looks, I think she's attracted to the idea that you know what you're doing. You DO know what you're doing, right?" Sharon fixed Pete with a skeptical eye.

"I get plenty of offers for repeat engagements," Pete replied carefully.

The skepticism continued. "Bianca considers boys her age to be infantile -- and in my experience, she's right. She's apparently in full heat, but she wants her first encounter to go RIGHT, not just be some screw- up in a back seat. That's apparently where you come in; she trusts you not to just tip her up and dump in her, then walk away whistling, with another notch in your belt, while she lays there unfinished. How many hymens have you taken?"

"Only a couple." Pete replied defensively.

Sharon eyed him. "Given the tools you could bring to bear, I'd have figured you for getting your share and that of about two dozen other guys."

"Well, I don't GENERALLY rob the cradle!" Pete replied. "In this day and age, even girls MY age have had their first couple of experiences. Not that all of them apparently went well..." Pete dated a lot of girls only once; too many of them didn't really LIKE sex -- it was just a way to attract a guy. He'd like to think that he had fixed a few, but who knew? "In general, I'm probably past cherry-picking."

"So what is it about Bianca... ?"

Pete shrugged. "Well, it goes beyond age, I think. Any guy would tell you that some girls are just hot. I mean, if Bianca was a flat-chested redhead with braces, I'd never even see her -- but it's like she's wearing a billboard that says, 'I'm ripe -- pick me!' Usually, that happens in late high school or in college -- and it doesn't happen to every girl. But when it does, guys -- especially guys for whom she fits the idea of perfection -- are gonna look, at least. Age has nothing to do with it -- or maybe everything to do with it, since it only happens within a certain age range..."

"So, Bianca is 'ripe'?" Sharon scoffed.

"What do you think?" Pete challenged.

"Maybe you're right," Sharon returned, more seriously. "What are you going to do about it?"

"Nothing." Pete's face was glum. "Absolutely nothing."

Sharon thought about it a moment. "Maybe that's not the way to handle it after all..."

"What?"

"Maybe you should give her what she wants -- get it off both of your minds. Once it's dealt with, both of you can move on..."

"I could get arrested!" Pete howled.

"Who's going to complain?" Sharon shot back.

"Inez!"

"No..." Sharon pursed her lips in thought. "Not after Jason gets done with her. I'd think about it if I were you. No one here is going to stand in your way, given how certain Bianca is that she wants it." She chuckled. "Who knows? It might be the only way you can be rid of her... She's probably going to be in your hair until you do, you know. Knowing you really want it, she's not going to take no for an answer."

"We'll see," Pete argued. Sharon merely shrugged and continued her departure.

Having talked to Pete, Sharon saw no reason not to let the two get on with it. Bianca had a point -- it was much better to get your first sex from someone who knew what he was doing. Pete wasn't just out to take advantage of the girl, so why not allow it? Six weeks earlier, Sharon would have condemned the whole thing without thought, but recent events had broadened her horizons somewhat... Sharon knocked on Jason's door perfunctorily, and threw it open, "Jason?"

Jason was standing there, with a strap in his hand. Inez, eyes wild, was bent over the back of the couch, nude, but with her wrists bound behind her and a ball gag inserted in her mouth. "I'm busy," Jason grunted. Red splotches all over Inez's back and thighs told Sharon what he was busy with...

"Yes, well," Sharon began, bemused. "I don't want to interfere in your domestic affairs, but I thought that I'd point out that teenage girls REGULARLY fight with their mothers -- it's a rite of passage. Being a bachelor, you don't have much in the way of parenting experience..."

"Thank you," Jason said frigidly. "I have also discovered that this one started things by provoking Bianca. While I am displeased with her reactions, I can't expect Bianca to have learned respect and obedience in the household where she grew up. Between that idiot Raoul and THIS one..." He whacked Inez with the strap for emphasis. "She'd have learned nothing but foolishness. If you'll excuse me?" Jason again raised the strap.

"One more small item?" Sharon asked.

Jason looked long-suffering, "Yes?"

"I think Bianca's idea is a good one."

"So do I," Jason replied. "So does Inez, now, don't you?" He menaced Inez with the strap and Inez nodded, wide-eyed. "Bianca may return, whenever she cares to. Now..." He waved the strap at the door. Sharon got out.

Encouraged by her mother's parting comments, Erin had let out all of the stops. Her clothing, what there was of it, was wide open, her sweatpants nearly completely off and the top only in place by virtue of her arms being in the sleeves.

Toby's state of undress had made significant strides, too -- once Erin got her hand on his erection again, she wanted nothing in the way. Jeans being more restrictive than sweatpants, Toby had been shucked; his jeans decorated the floor, and his boxers were around his knees somewhere. His shirt was off, and the T-shirt was up around his neck.

Currently, Erin was worshiping his cock, much to Toby's mixed delight and trepidation. She hadn't quite taken it into her mouth, but she was rubbing it all over, and the sensations were incredible -- which caused the nagging worry that he'd shoot all over her face if she kept it up... Casting about for something to say, he came out with, "We're gonna get caught again..."

Erin was up like a shot. "No we're not! Get your stuff! We're going to my room!"

"What about..."

"Tobyyy..."

"Awright, awright!!!" Like he was gonna pass it up... Moments later, they were in Erin's room. Erin's top went flying and she stepped out of the puddle made by her sweatpants when she shoved them over her hips, leaving her gloriously naked to Toby's wondering eyes. Not stopping there, she shucked Toby out of his shorts and stepped in to whip his T-shirt over his head, then, while he was still unbalanced, pushed him back into the bed. Toby barely struggled back onto his elbows before Erin had knelt, grasped his throbbing erection, and engulfed it with her mouth!

"AAAUUUUGH!!!" Toby had no shot at holding back his cum; Erin's hot mouth produced an instant overload! He grabbed her head in both hands and shot and shot and shot...

"Oohh, MAN!" Completion brought sanity; Toby unclutched Erin's head.

Erin rocked back on her heels, grinning, her mouth gooey from his spunk, "Wanna kiss?"

"Uhh..."

"Just kidding." Erin licked her lips and swallowed. "Gee, that wasn't bad! Quick, too!"

"Um, yeah." Toby wondered if he'd just finished for the night.

Erin seemed to read his mind. "It'll come back," she commented, jacking it experimentally. "Heck, it isn't gone!" She leaned forward and licked up some leftovers the jacking squeezed out onto his still-purple cock head, causing Toby to shudder.

"Okay," Toby gasped. "Let's see what we can do for you!" He dragged himself into a standing position and nodded at the bed.

"You don't have to," Erin replied, but she sat down, spread her narrow legs, and parked her heels on the edge of the bed, leaving her tiny twat fully exposed.

"Oh, yes I do!" Toby argued. "Besides, what better way to get a good look down there?" He knelt and feasted his eyes on his first real live pussy... Below the (blonde!) fur, it was pretty compact, zipped closed, the extra fold of what was undoubtedly her clitoral hood fairly prominent. Toby stuck his tongue out, instinctively going for just below the juncture.

"Uuuuhhh!" Erin clutched her knees and went stiff, trying not to fall over backwards. Wow! Tongues were a LOT better than fingers! "Wow! I'm gonna lay back before I fall!"

"Okay." Toby went back to work; a little pink pearl had appeared at the opening of Erin's hood, and Toby's tongue was there to lash it.

Erin gasped and shuddered, "Aaugh! There! Oooh!" She rolled her hips, almost dislodging Toby. Her hands dropped from her knees to clutch Toby's head.

Toby grinned into her labia. The taste of the fluids here, the smell -- he wondered initially whether he was going to be able to do this, but it turned out to be not only easy, but exhilarating! His boner was like rock...