After that one wild night – plus a dividend, an extra bit of fun before her parents got home next day – I had the kid practically eating out of my hand. Literally, considering how we had gotten started, our first inkling of sexual intimacy, the way she had licked my hand, the hollow of my palm; who could forget the shock of that incredible moment?
Then again, who could forget what came afterward, shock upon shock upon exquisitely prolonged shock. Talk about eating! Oddly enough, about the only thing she didn't nibble on was my cunt; it just had no attraction for her. Or – more accurately – no erotic significance, none at all. I unearthed that by dint of a little discreetly casual probing, more out of curiosity than desire. To her a cunt, any cunt, mine or hers, wasn't useful except maybe in the bathroom. Nor did I attempt to suggest otherwise, glad to subscribe to her "peehole" theory as long as she was such a glutton for my toothsome tush. Especially since I had already caused some changes in her tastes and eating habits and such. No sense letting my influence become any more conspicuous than necessary! For safety's sake, if nothing else.
Not that such changes would be conspicuous to anybody but ourselves. I had sworn my little suck-kiss gourmet to secrecy in a solemn rite, making sure she understood the gravity of the situation. And we shared only our secret, none out of the past, both of us content to let well enough alone. Although I did spend time wondering, admittedly – lying in bed alone, with the memory of that tongue up my restless ass – wondering how and when and from whom such a babe-in-arms could have learned her uniquely aberrant lessons. Or was it all just a natural-born talent? I wondered…
Did sweet Bernadette ever wonder about little Loi?
It was three long weeks before the Quiggs called me to baby-sit again. And even then it came as an emergency, a Sunday night; could I come over and sit for just a few hours?
That was unusual; Chelsea Hill folks didn't do much gallivanting around on Sunday. And with school the next morning, I had to get my father's permission again – no problem, though, since my homework was finished and I had been getting good grades lately, a proper and trustworthy young lady. I hurried over there, anxious to see the kid but also a bit uneasy, worried that something might have gone wrong. Even the "safest" secret could be a burden…
A wasted worry, as it turned out. Mrs. Quigg was both apologetic and grateful, even taking a moment to explain the emergency to me. They had gotten a late call themselves, strictly social but with some bearing on her husband's job. He worked in the Springfield branch of a big corporation, a junior executive struggling toward the higher brackets, and tonight's invitation involved one of the company big shots just in from the New York main office. It was the kind of social evening that enhanced a young man's chances for advancement, apparently, and the Quiggs were lucky to be invited and even luckier to get a sitter on such short notice. Jackie was already in bed, asleep probably, but would I be a dear and peek in on her after they left? See if she was tucked in all right?
Asleep? And me in such a rush to get over here! I was a disappointed dear, listening in vain for some note of cheer from upstairs as their car rolled off into the night. But I tiptoed up anyway, waiting in her bedroom doorway until my eyes got accustomed to the dim nightlight. No sound, no sign of life. A disappointment, sure enough. Not that I had expected anything wild, of course, not with school tomorrow and her parents due back so soon – two hours, scarcely time for an untroubled embrace, much less a comfortable margin of safety. But still, to be right here and not even say hello and good-night, well…
That was when it reached my ear, just as I was swinging around to leave. Hardly a noise, more like a tickle in my eardrum. A soft breeze from the window maybe? Rustling leaves in the trees outside? Oh shit, it might even be a warning of danger, an attempted rip-off, not uncommon even in this quiet middle-class suburb, I froze, straining all my senses for a clue. Or was it coming from the bed?
Then, between giggles, "Loi? Are you going to stand there all night? Aren't you supposed to tuck me in?"
"You devil! Still awake, eh?"
"Sure. I knew you'd be here. What did you expect?"
"Never mind. Tell you what I didn't expect – and that's a mischievous child playing tricks on her poor baby-sitter. For a minute there I thought we had burglars in the house."
"Oh. I'm sorry. Please don't be mad. I guess that was pretty dumb, huh? Are you mad at me?"
"Silly…" Drawn by the coyly plaintive voice, I sat down on the edge of the bed and patted her dimpled cheek affectionately. "How could I be angry with my little honeybunch?"
She put her fingers to mine, holding them there, rubbing the side of her face into my palm. Then, demurely, eyes lowered, she tightened her grip and turned her head until my hand was at her lips. I wasn't shocked this time, just somewhat dubious about allowing anything intimate to develop; our one long night of love had begun with just such a kiss! And yet I let it go on awhile, finding the appeal irresistible, sensuously aroused by the softness of those fresh young lips. Yielding to the sudden impulse, I touched them with my fingertips to make a more thorough appraisal, still maintaining a certain objectivity. But the movement was misunderstood somehow and she giggled again, opening her mouth wide, a coquettish little giggle – and I gasped as the contact seemed to thicken and gain immediate depth and intensity. Her lips had parted and then tightened to suck my fingers in, all the way into her mouth, and now I could feel her tongue coiling around, all moist and warm and impossibly soft, another degree of softness to appraise; was there no limit to the burgeoning sensation of this ominously enterprising kiss?
"Jackie, that's enough! You should be asleep already, isn't that what your mother said?" I tugged my hand loose, taking advantage of her stunned reaction to my sharp tone. "And if you want me to tuck you in…"
"No. Not yet. Can't we…"
"Hush. Don't even ask. What if we start something and don't hear the car drive up? They could come home early, you know."
"You're right. We won't start anything. But how about just one kiss, huh? We've got time for that, I'll bet. One nice goodnight kiss? Loi? Just one?"
"I-I suppose so. Hmph! Little monster. Must you keep tempting me like that? All right then, tempt me some more, I haven't made up my mind yet. One kiss, and no nonsense. What kind of kiss?"
"Well… uh…"
"I'm waiting. What's the matter, stuck for ideas? No more wheedling, no temptations to throw in my path? Come on now, what kind of kiss? Better come up with something quick or we won't even have time for that. One kiss. Tempt me, tempt me."
"Okay. One kiss. Okay, okay. Listen, the only sure temptation I can think of is to leave it up to you. I'll go along with whatever you say. That's fair, isn't it, Loi? Anyway, you can't refuse. Make the choice yourself."
"Hmm. Fair. Oh, you are a little monster! Throwing it all right back into my lap…"
"You don't like it? I just figured… well, if you really think it ought to be up to me…"
"Nope. I'm the one who's stuck now. Like it or not, you made me an offer I can't refuse. I won't shirk my duty. Hmm, that was quite clever of you, darling – kind of put me on the spot, you know? Now I've got to tempt myself. Oh well…"
Silence fell. I made a speedy overall observation first, and acceptance of the problem as my own. It was a matter of pride now, I couldn't duck the issue without losing face. Nor could I choose some easy out – a kiss on the forehead, for instance – without looking like a spoilsport. And since we were both pretty excited at this point, any real sexy kiss would be too great a risk; it could end up with the folks walking in on us an hour from now. Oh shit, it was quite a problem…
Or was it?
"Loi? What are you grinning about?"
"One kiss."
"Tell me, tell me."
"You'll soon find out."
"But…"
"Hush."
"Aw…"
I had my shoes off. The climb looked simple but turned out to be pretty precarious, first to my knees and then up to my feet. That was the difficult part, standing upright and trying to keep my balance on that soft mattress. I got the hang of it, though, and finally managed to maneuver up to where the headboard and the wall gave me some support. Not until then, lazily erect alongside her head, did I glance down to see how the kid was taking all my arduous acrobatic activity.
She stared up at me, her expression like an unfinished portrait, hopeful but with a touch of bewilderment, waiting for the blanks to be filled in. Then, as I held on with one hand and worked my panties down with the other, her big blue eyes shined with a luminous glow and it was as if the artist had completed the painting with a few deft strokes. She looked beautiful like that, ready for me, and I lifted one foot over to straddle her and then let my knees bend and my weight sink slowly.
We were both too close to the headboard, but my wide-eyed little lover-girl soon fixed that, wriggling toward the lower end a few inches, still on her back, peering upward and coming to a halt directly underneath me. Under my ass. With another tiny movement every now and then to keep herself centered. I didn't have to take aim, she was doing it for me. But I did, just the same, trying to match my descending buttocks to the dimples in her cheeks as the distance gradually lessened. Her lips were drawn back and I saw her white teeth flash, and the sight of that hungry little mouth sent a shiver of anticipation through me. The big eyes were transfixed, remaining open till the last possible instant, a kind of adoration gleaming in their depths. And then we lost visual contact and gained the long-awaited tactile as I settled upon her face, cleaving the crack of my ass.
Her tongue stabbed into me, her lips leeching around it. One kiss. A suck-kiss, a tongue-kiss, all one kiss. And after being apart so long, all that waiting – three weeks! – I knew her tongue would fuck my asshole to its turbulent climax only too soon, giving us plenty of time to put on our "normal" masks and join the big phony world again before the Quiggs returned. Oh, I felt marvelous! And so did my Jackie-baby, I could tell. Wasn't it amazing how much love could be communicated in just one kiss?
They came home exhilarated; the evening had been a tonic for their hopes – Mr. Q's promotion was in the bag, all his overtime work had paid off, and now they'd be going out more often. So would I be a dear and figure on sitting regularly for them? At least once a week?
I was a dear, the dearest, offering congratulations and giving them first call on my services, barely able to disguise a sudden exhilaration of my own. Oh, I felt wicked! Getting paid, especially, that was when it hit me – I took the money and got a kind of "whory" feeling, shameful but hot and sweet. And it was all the sinfully sweeter to be a "cheating" whore, letting the kid knock herself out to please me; what a wicked bitch! I just wished my asshole would stop squirming.