Chapter 17

"Hey, Janey!" I called out as we approached my BMW.

"Huh?"

"Here. Catch!" I tossed her my car keys.

"Really?" she asked in total disbelief. "You'll let me drive your Beemer? Really? Oh, shit! I can't! I don't have my driver's permit with me."

"Here. Catch again!" I called out. I tossed her a thin leather billfold. She opened it up and found her brand new learner's permit inside. "Never leave home without it!" I quoted.

"Here, catch this one," came from Sally as she wound herself around me.

We were deep into a serious kiss when I felt some serious pressure on my nuts. Her hand was grabbing me. I think she wanted my attention. She got it.

"Hey, dear?" I strangled. "Uh, that's, uh, a little tight, isn't it?"

"Not nearly tight enough, Mister 'I'm in fucking charge today'," she forced through clenched teeth. "My daughter had beer to drink less than an hour ago and now she's going to drive? What in the Hell are you thinking?"

"I am aware of that," I explained as best I could. "But we, you and I, have had much more to drink than she had. But you're right. I'm sorry. I should have been better prepared."

"God damn fucking right, you should have," she hissed. "And you're also right, too, damn you. I can't drive, and you shouldn't. Janey will have to. But we're not finished discussing this, Mister. Not by a long ways."

Somehow, I had figured that out already. At least when we parted she didn't tear anything off my body.

Janey had been adjusting the mirrors and the driver's seat during our little passion play, so when we climbed in, she was all ready to go. Even the pre-selected radio stations had been changed and she was busily re-programming the buttons for the ride home. I checked her preparations, turned down the volume about 70% and nodded. "Let's go home."

She carefully started the car, pulled out of the lot and headed for the highway. She only asked for directions once. I was impressed. She had been paying attention after all and we had followed a meandering route to the stadium. She handled herself and the powerful car with a confidence that belied her inexperience. Being Sally's daughter, I should have expected as much.

Sally stuck her bare feet up between the seats and onto my lap. Her groans of pleasure and delight as I massaged her tired toes soon turned to soft snores. It had been a long day and one too many beers, I guess. Janey and I rode along in silence for a time.

I saw Janey check the mirror several times, looking to see if her Mom was asleep.

"Larry?" she asked softly.

"Yes?"

"You know she loves you, don't you?"

I let it hang there, not knowing where she was going.

She continued. "She knew the first time she met you that you were the one, that you were special. So did I. When she came home that night, she was different, kind of. Better. It was like she didn't have this big hole inside of her anymore.

"I asked her what had happened to her and she laughed. I hadn't heard her that happy, well, ever, I don't think. And she was sooo excited. She told me she had met some guy at that stupid party and that he had blown the easiest and best fuck of his life by asking her to marry him.

"Don't get mad, Larry. She meant it nicer than it sounds. She was really, really happy you wanted her for permanent and not just what you could have gotten that night. That's why she teases you so much by playing hard to get."

It was quiet, then "Thank you for making her happy."

"She makes me happy, too, Janey. Sometimes I think I would almost die without her in my life," I said.

"I know. That's why I don't want to mess it up," she replied.

I didn't say anything. I wanted to let her go at her own pace.

"Mom told me I could have sex with you if I wanted. That you would teach me things and make me feel good about it after, well, you know, what happened and all..." she started out.

She looked over at me quickly, then back to the road ahead of us. Shyly I heard, "Do you want to teach me?"

"If that's what you want." I was on dangerous ground here.

She was quiet for a long time. I didn't interrupt her.

"I, uh, oh Gosh this is embarrassing! Um, yeah, Larry," she said.

"Yeah what?" I knew, or thought I did, what she was referring to.

"Yeah, I want you to, uh, teach me and stuff," she stuttered.

" ... and 'stuff?' What 'stuff?'" I pursued.

"God! Mom said you could be difficult! Geeze! OK. I want to be your little sex toy. Happy?" she said, exasperated.

"No," I said.

"No? Huh?" Now she was confused.

"No, I am not happy. And 'No', you will not be my little sex toy," I explained.

"But, but..." Janey sputtered.

"Janey, your Mom asked me to help you feel better about sex. She told me to do whatever it took to do that. I agreed, but only if you were willing. Do you understand?"

"Yeah. No, not really," she answered.

"Janey, are you willing to let me help you?" I asked her

"Duh! That's what I've been saying!" she said.

"Do you also understand that I am scared shitless that if I mess up by either helping you too much or not enough that I could lose your Mom?" I explained to her.

"You'd have to really screw up badly, Larry. She really, really loves you," Janey said, as if that answered everything.

"More than she loves you, her daughter?" I asked her.

Janey was silent for a minute. "Oh. Yeah. I see."