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watch TV or read. I brought a couple of books with me. I’ve been wanting to get to them.” She still couldn’t turn to face him.
“All right. For lunch I’ll—”
“I’ll just have some cheese and crackers in my room.”
He was quiet for maybe fifteen seconds. She waited.
“What about your dad? Are you going to call him back?”
How could she ever talk to her dad again? Wouldn’t she give away what she’d been doing when he called? Wouldn’t he guess from the guilt in her voice?
“Later.” She pulled the door open and grabbed her towel from where it lay on the doormat. Wrapping up quickly, she crossed the yard and went up the stairs.
She spent the day staring at the first few pages of one of the romance novels she’d brought along, unable to process more than the title and dedication. She half-watched an old spy movie on TV. Finally about three o’clock she managed to get some yogurt down. She wished she’d thought to ask Jerrod to borrow his laptop. An email to Leticia, baring her soul, was just about the only thing that would help unburden some of her guilt. She’d give anything to be able to talk things over with her best friend.
But in her heart, she knew exactly what Leticia would say.
Girl, if that fine-looking man wants to stick his tongue in your pussy, you’d be the worst kind of fool to say no.
Thinking about it, Macy found herself cracking a smile for the first time since this morning. Leticia came from a big family and had two older sisters. She’d lost her virginity at age sixteen, and was already taking birth control pills at the time. Leticia’s mom was a big believer in sex education. It wasn’t anything like the way things were at Macy’s house, between her and her dad. Even attending college classes hadn’t really changed things much at home for Macy. Everything she knew about sex—up until last night—she’d learned second hand from Leticia and her sisters.
She giggled to herself. Oh yeah, Leticia would totally freak out when Macy told her what she and Jerrod had done in his kitchen this morning. She remembered hearing Leticia talk about boys going down on her. It had never sounded like something she would want to try. But Jerrod had known exactly how to use his tongue to tease and arouse her. She had to admit it really had felt wonderful.
And he’d told her she was beautiful down there too. That was a whole new idea, that a man might want to put his mouth on her. Macy lay back on the bed remembering, allowing herself to recall every stroke of his tongue, every suckle of his lips. Her eyes drifted closed as her body grew warm with desire. Experimentally, she put her hands on her breasts and pinched her nipples through the t-shirt and bra she wore. It felt good, but not the same as when Jerrod did it to her.
Then she put her hand on the crotch of her shorts. She was still a little sore, but mostly she felt kind of swollen and damp there. The more she thought about Jerrod’s mouth on her, the more keyed up she felt. She moved her finger back and forth on the taut fabric, wiggling her hips a bit as she did so. She’d attempted to masturbate a few times in the past, but she’d never felt comfortable doing it with her father in the next bedroom. She didn’t really think it was wrong—Leticia swore just about everyone masturbated—but the opportunity to practice had simply never presented itself.
She began to swirl her finger around and around, passing it over that sensitive part Jerrod had sucked on that morning. A moan broke from her throat. Even through two layers of fabric, she could feel the pleasant twinges, the special sensations beginning to build. Did she dare to take her clothes off and touch herself—naked?
* * * *
Jerrod looked at his watch for perhaps the fortieth time. He closed the magazine he was staring at and set it aside, then stood up and paced to the window that looked out on the back yard. Still no Macy. The afternoon had cooled and dusk was
“All right. For lunch I’ll—”
“I’ll just have some cheese and crackers in my room.”
He was quiet for maybe fifteen seconds. She waited.
“What about your dad? Are you going to call him back?”
How could she ever talk to her dad again? Wouldn’t she give away what she’d been doing when he called? Wouldn’t he guess from the guilt in her voice?
“Later.” She pulled the door open and grabbed her towel from where it lay on the doormat. Wrapping up quickly, she crossed the yard and went up the stairs.
She spent the day staring at the first few pages of one of the romance novels she’d brought along, unable to process more than the title and dedication. She half-watched an old spy movie on TV. Finally about three o’clock she managed to get some yogurt down. She wished she’d thought to ask Jerrod to borrow his laptop. An email to Leticia, baring her soul, was just about the only thing that would help unburden some of her guilt. She’d give anything to be able to talk things over with her best friend.
But in her heart, she knew exactly what Leticia would say.
Girl, if that fine-looking man wants to stick his tongue in your pussy, you’d be the worst kind of fool to say no.
Thinking about it, Macy found herself cracking a smile for the first time since this morning. Leticia came from a big family and had two older sisters. She’d lost her virginity at age sixteen, and was already taking birth control pills at the time. Leticia’s mom was a big believer in sex education. It wasn’t anything like the way things were at Macy’s house, between her and her dad. Even attending college classes hadn’t really changed things much at home for Macy. Everything she knew about sex—up until last night—she’d learned second hand from Leticia and her sisters.
She giggled to herself. Oh yeah, Leticia would totally freak out when Macy told her what she and Jerrod had done in his kitchen this morning. She remembered hearing Leticia talk about boys going down on her. It had never sounded like something she would want to try. But Jerrod had known exactly how to use his tongue to tease and arouse her. She had to admit it really had felt wonderful.
And he’d told her she was beautiful down there too. That was a whole new idea, that a man might want to put his mouth on her. Macy lay back on the bed remembering, allowing herself to recall every stroke of his tongue, every suckle of his lips. Her eyes drifted closed as her body grew warm with desire. Experimentally, she put her hands on her breasts and pinched her nipples through the t-shirt and bra she wore. It felt good, but not the same as when Jerrod did it to her.
Then she put her hand on the crotch of her shorts. She was still a little sore, but mostly she felt kind of swollen and damp there. The more she thought about Jerrod’s mouth on her, the more keyed up she felt. She moved her finger back and forth on the taut fabric, wiggling her hips a bit as she did so. She’d attempted to masturbate a few times in the past, but she’d never felt comfortable doing it with her father in the next bedroom. She didn’t really think it was wrong—Leticia swore just about everyone masturbated—but the opportunity to practice had simply never presented itself.
She began to swirl her finger around and around, passing it over that sensitive part Jerrod had sucked on that morning. A moan broke from her throat. Even through two layers of fabric, she could feel the pleasant twinges, the special sensations beginning to build. Did she dare to take her clothes off and touch herself—naked?
* * * *
Jerrod looked at his watch for perhaps the fortieth time. He closed the magazine he was staring at and set it aside, then stood up and paced to the window that looked out on the back yard. Still no Macy. The afternoon had cooled and dusk was
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