"I'd like to talk to you when you come home from school," Janet said to Amy the next morning as they shared a breakfast of eggs and toast.
"Okay," Amy said. "What about?"
"It's about Carl."
"What?" Amy asked. "I'll tell you tonight." Amy was sure they were going to be married.
"Well, okay then," she said.
She walked to school and went to classes. After her English class, Mr. Lane stopped her.
"Stay a moment with me," he said.
"Me?"
"Yes, you, Miss Cosgrove."
Amy stood in front of his desk. She looked charming in her school uniform, her sweet little skirt that fit tightly around her young, juicy hips, then pleated out five inches above her knees. Her pink sweater was slick and her yummy tits gave the sweater a delicious lift.
Her blonde hair was banged and pulled into a ponytail.
Mr. Lane smiled. "How are you coming with your assignments, Miss Cosgrove?"
"Okay, sir."
"That's good."
Amy saw how his eyes looked her over. She dared to think that her teacher liked her a lot. She smiled back, her pretty white teeth glistening, her thick little lips pink and wet.
Mr. Lane stood up. His tight jeans bulged at the crotch. And Amy thought she could detect a blossoming erection starting to happen.
"Well," he said, "if you need help with anything, please let me know, will you?"
Was that an invitation? Amy wondered. Or does he really want to help me?
"Okay, sure," Amy said.
His eyes burned at her tits. Then he looked into Amy's blue eyes.
"Yes, just come up to my office if you need anything," he offered.
"Gee, I will. Maybe when I finish reading Julius Caesar I'll come and see you."
"That will be fine. We can discuss Brutus' motive."
He sat back down, but not before Amy was sure that she saw his crotch move with the thump of his cock.
She smiled again and left class. She tingled as she walked down the hall.
I think Mr. Lane wants to do more than talk, she thought. God, and he's so handsome and manly and stuff.
After school, Amy went home. She waited for her mother to return from work so they could talk.
When Janet arrived, she took Amy into the kitchen, made herself a drink and gave Amy a soda.
"This is kind of difficult for me to explain, Amy," Janet said.
"You're gonna get married to Carl."
"No."
"No?" Amy was surprised, especially after seeing them the other night down in the living room.
"He'll never marry me. He's made that quite clear. But he likes me, you know?" Janet said.
He likes the sex, Amy thought. "And he likes you." Janet smiled nervously.
"Me?" Amy gulped. "Ah, like a daughter and stuff?"
"No, not exactly."
"Huh?"
"What?"
"He's interested in you too."
"How?" Amy asked.
"Carl has unique desires and things," Janet said. "He suggested that the three of us get together and take some pictures and things."
"Pictures?" Amy said, again surprised.
"Amy, look, you know we need money. I mean, we get by, but we don't have any savings, we don't have money for your college education, there's improvements I need to make on the house, we need a new car, oh… could go on and on."
"I know," Amy said.
"Well, Carl will give us five thousand dollars if we… if we… well, if you'll dress up, let him take pictures, you know kind of tease him. Carl likes to be teased. He likes to be dominated."
"Gee!" Amy exclaimed, not knowing exactly what to think.
Then she did think of her Uncle Frank, about that first sexual experience with him.
Janet sat in silence.
"Five thousand dollars?" Amy mumbled. "Yes, and you'll get half of it. What do you think? I'd never let you do it unless you wanted to."
"But, gee. I wouldn't know what to do, Mom."
"I'll buy you some sexy clothes, some sexy lingerie, and I'm sure Carl will tell us what he wants."
"Jeez, and I get half of the five thousand?"
"Okay, sure. I'll do it," Amy said. "Okay, this Friday night Carl will come over. I'll buy the clothes," Janet said.