Chapter 2

The next day passed slowly. Yesterday, I was anxious that school end to get outside in the sunny May weather. Now I was anxious to be inside Mrs. O'Brian's house; but seemed as if every teacher was insistent on adding one more assignment just as the bell that announced the end of their period rang. Mr. Simmons, the Math Club coach wanted to take, "just five more minutes" to go over the list for the semester's final Math Olympics.

I begged off, rather rudely, truth be told, and ran down the block to the city bus stop. Mrs. O'Brian's lived across town from me and her daughters attended different schools, so I had never met either of them. I caught the 23 green line and in fifteen minutes was walking up the door to Mrs. O'Brian's house. The house looked neat and trim, though the lawn was rather shaggy.

I pressed the doorbell button and the door flew open almost before the bell had stopped ringing. Standing in the doorway were two redhead girls, a cute one about my age and one a skinny kid of nine.

"You're David!" The older one said. "I'm Tina!"

"I'm Kathy!" chimed in the younger one. They each reached out and took an arm and pulled me in. I could smell something delicious cooking.

"Mom! David's here!" Shouted the older daughter.

"Girls!" Mrs. O'Brian said, as she stepped into the entryway hall wearing an apron, "Indoor voices, please!" She stepped forward with a smile and took the hand I was holding out. "I'm so glad you're here! Girls, will you take David into the living room while I finish up in the kitchen?"

The girls nodded, laughing. They each took an arm and hugged it to their chests while trying to maneuver me through an archway that opened into the house's living room. The little squirt on my right side was just a stick sketch of a girl, but her older sister, holding my left arm was blooming into a young lady. I could feel her small breasts, pressing against my upper arm.

They led me to the couch and planted themselves on either side of me. I waited a moment, but neither of them said anything, they just looked at me like I was a rich uncle.

I looked the older girl up and down. If I chose to take Mrs. O'Brian, she would be my second concubine. "So, Tina is it?" She nodded. "Please introduce me to your younger sister."

Tina blushed and said, "She's my sister, her name is Katy."

"Kathleen!" Insisted the nine year old. I turned to look at her. She preened at my attention and said, "I'm gonna be ten in three months!"

I nodded. "I hope that I'll be able to wish you a happy birthday at your party."

At this, both girls squealed.

Mrs. O'Brian came into the room, elegant in a leaf-green frock and pearls. A retro-1950s style was popular and Mrs. O'Brian looked perfect in the era's clothes. (If you are old enough to remember, TV Land had launched a 'gritty' reboot of 'Happy Days' in which Fonzie was a real 50's juvenile delinquent.) Her hair was done in a flip, and her lipstick was a fire engine red. "Dinner will be ready in an hour. David, I hope that you are hungry."

I really wasn't, but it wouldn't be polite to say so. "Yes, ma'am. Whatever you are cooking smells wonderful."

Mrs. O'Brian smiled. "It's a Guinness lamb stew, an old family recipe. Before I sit down, can I get you anything? Something to drink?"

"No, ma'am. I'm fine." Mrs. O'Brian nodded and sat on a love seat that faced the couch across a coffee table.

"David, I know that you were anticipating that we would have some time alone, and we will, but I wanted you to get to know my girls. I don't want this to sound ... conniving, but the reason that I asked you here is because I am determined to get my daughters off-planet, and to do so in the company of someone that I can trust, and even love."

Love. My heart was pounding. She thought that she could love me.

"If you decide to take me, you would also be taking Tina as a second choice and Kathy as a dependent. Tina, please show David how happy you would be to be his companion."

Tina reached out and took my hands and pressed them to her breasts. I was shocked. I looked over at Mrs. O'Brian, expecting sharp words, but she nodded approvingly. I looked back at Tina. Tina had cornflower blue eyes. My hands started to cup and caress her breast. I could feel her nipples harden under the thin fabric of her blouse. My pounding heart was joined by a deeper breathing. I started to feel lightheaded. Tina smiled and leaned forward, pressing herself more firmly into my hands. "I like that, David," she said quietly. As her face came close to mine, she planted a very sweet kiss on my lips. With a sigh, she leaned back and removed my hands from her breasts. Her smile said, 'More. Later.'

Mrs. O'Brian said, "There. You see David? We all want you to be our sponsor. And now, girls, if you'll go to your rooms?" The two girls leapt up, and with a flurry of giggles, ran from the room. I could hear their feet pounding up the staircase.

"There, David, now we are alone." She stood and crossed over to sit beside me. I felt her weight cause the couch cushion to compress, making me shift, and my hip to touch her hip. "Have you thought about what I said? Have you thought about becoming my sponsor?"

"Yes ma'am." Damn, my voice chose that moment to crack. I could see that Mrs. O'Brian held back her smile, but her eyes were laughing. But I could never be angry at those green eyes. "I think that you would be a very good choice. You already have experience in raising children, and the girls my age have none. You already know a lot more about ... uh ... making children than I do." The laughter in Mrs. O'Brian's eyes escaped to dance at the corners of her mouth.

"Oh, David," she purred in a low, throaty voice, "There is so much I want to teach you! What would you like to do right now?"

I looked over my shoulder at the archway leading to the entry hall. No faces peeked back. "I would like you to ... uh, take off your clothes."

Mrs. O'Brian smiled and stood. She walked over to the stereo and pressed a button. Dean Martin's version of "Sway" started playing.

When marimba rhythms start to play Dance with me, make me sway Like a lazy ocean hugs the shore Hold me close, sway me more

Moving with the music, she reached behind her neck and unfastened something there. She reached to her waistline and pulled down a zipper.

Like a flower bending in the breeze Bend with me, sway with ease When we dance you have a way with me Stay with me, sway with me

In a moment, she had slipped the frock off and was swaying in front of me in her brassiere, stockings, garter belt and panties, her hips swaying in time to the music. I felt as though my eyes were popping out of my head. Her brassiere this time was lacier, less 'robust' that the one she had worn the other day. Her breasts moved more freely in counterpoint to her generous hips. Her panties were sheer enough to see the line of her pubic hair and tight enough that I could see the outline of her vulva. I could feel my heartbeat in my throat.

For the length of the song she closed her eyes and danced, oblivious to my presence. Unwatched, I drank in the sight of her without shame. If the Sa'arm strike had hit that house that moment, I would have died a happy man.

As the song ended and the next one, a bossa nova, started, Mrs. O'Brian sighed, letting her shoulders relax and turned to face me. Still moving with the music, she reached behind her back and unfastened the bra. She slipped the straps off her shoulders while holding the cups in place with her arm. When they were free, she smiled sunnily, and let the bra drop, exposing her breasts. My breath caught in my throat. They were creamy white, generously proportioned, with a hint of bluish veins under the almost translucent skin. Her nipples were a rosy pink color. She let her arms drop and her breasts swayed with a hypnotic motion.

She reached down and, one by one, unclipped her garter straps from her stockings. Rocking her hips back and forth in time with the current song, she slipped her panties and garter belt down her legs to her ankles. She kicked them free and stood before me, wearing only the stockings.

Her skin showed little evidence of sun. She was so pale as to be almost luminous. Her body wasn't skinny by any means. It was full and shapely, generous. She didn't look like there were any sharp edges to her. She looked as if holding her would be like floating on a heavenly cloud. Embracing most girls my age would be like the start of a wrestling match.

Mrs. O'Brian reached down below the couch and retrieved a small towel, placing it on the couch next to me and sat down. I was hypnotized. My heart was pounding in my throat. My mouth was dry. She reached out and embraced me. It was like heaven. I placed my arms around her and caressed the soft skin of her shoulders. I smelled her scent, citrusy and fresh. I yearned for her. I wanted her even more than yesterday.

Her hand slipped from my shoulder and stroked down my chest to my pants. I was startled to realize the cool sensation that announced a wet spot on my crotch. My cock was leaking. Maybe I was in a wet dream. I could never have imagined something like this happening to me in real life.