Inside the apartment, both Leslie and Catherine were fully dressed. They had showered the sweat off their bodies. They had dressed, each hardly able to keep from touching the other.
"But, and I mean it," said Leslie, frowning, "we've just got to get this homework done, and that's all there's to that."
Catherine's lips pouted. "Oh, I know. I really know, honey. It's just that… it's just that…"
"How well I know!" Leslie had cried, and both girls got down to the business of studying. After all, they both knew they had all night together. They could do anything they wanted. They had the freedom to smoke cigarettes, even drink – as long as they did these things moderately. Promising that each long, lingering kiss was the last, that each touch on the other's vagina and each delicate squeeze of the other's shimmering breasts and sensitive nipples was indeed the very last one, they finally found themselves spread out on the living room floor, using the coffee table as a desk. It was no real surprise to either one that they worked well together as a team, and that Mr. Spire, the biology teacher, would be pleased with their efforts.
This was their position when they heard the front door of the apartment opening. They looked up.
Alice Duerr was visibly shocked when she saw how old both girls were. From her brief telephone conversation with Leslie, she had thought she must be about twelve. She was totally surprised to see so mature a young girl and one so pretty. She recognized her instantly. Leslie looked a great deal like her father.
James Groten presented his daughter after Leslie introduced him to Catherine. Everyone exchanged cheerful hellos and it was James himself who encouraged both young girls to put away their homework, that they'd probably been working hard and industriously all day.
Leslie looked, at Catherine. They winked at one another. If he only knew how hard and industriously they'd been working!
When James took Alice's coat off, both girls nearly collapsed. But Alice was quick to explain that every now and then she felt like wearing something outrageous.
The young girls were ecstatic. They circled round and round, their eager eyes examining every naked inch of her exciting body.
"Oh, wow!" Catherine kept exclaiming. She whispered to Leslie: "You can even see her pussy hairs, see?"
Leslie smiled. As well as Catherine, she guessed that Alice was wearing absolutely nothing under her tight hot pants.
"Come and help me in the kitchen," James asked his daughter. The minute they were alone, Leslie flew into his arms. She kissed him. "Is she your new girlfriend, Daddy?"
"I'm Jimbo tonight."
"And I'm jealous… if she's your girlfriend."
"That's hardly necessary, Leslie," he said quite seriously. "She works with me in the office. It's something of a surprise. We have some business to discuss, and that's why I brought her… that is, asked her to come home here with me. Besides," he paused, handing her the bottle of Scotch, "from all appearances, she's going to be a good friend. And Leslie, darling, we need to make new friends. You have your Catherine, right?"
"Oh, I guess you're right, Daddy… Jimbo. But she's so sexy!"
He laughed. "I must agree. It was something of a shock to me too."
"She was in your office dressed like that?" Her young voice registered total disbelief.
"Yep, and believe it or not, we worked together the whole day, that is, the best part of it."
"Why… I mean, how could you work with something like that around you? Jimbo, she's lovely. What marvelous breasts! What a figure!"
James was making whisky sours. "Now you'd get on with Catherine? She's a very pretty young girl."
"Oh, so-so, I guess. We just studied."
He looked at her closely, but she didn't flinch and he somehow suspected something but decided to reserve his remarks. If and when Leslie was ready, she would say whatever she had to say. He could tell she was quite anxious about Alice Duerr.
There was a long, uncomfortable pause.
"Daddy, you're going to be mad at me."
He was shaking the concoction. "How come?"
"Oh, because…"
"Don't talk that way. Tell me right out. Why?"
"I'm sorry, but you're way or another. You see," averting her eyes, "I told… I told Catherine all about us."
He stood absolutely still.
"I'm sorry, Jimbo. It just came out."
"That wasn't wise, you know."
"I can… I mean, we can trust her, Daddy. Remember, she doesn't have a father. I like her. I liked her right away. She's told me loads of her own sex secrets."
Without looking at her, he began to arrange the glasses on the tray to take into the other room. Leslie saw that there were four glasses. This made her brighten. Jimbo couldn't be that upset or else he would have given Catherine and herself soda.
"Leslie, what we do here in the house… I mean, you and me, is strictly our business. The world's a crazy place. People always condemning other people, and especially where love… and sex is concerned. You must understand this. The world's not as free out that front door as it might be."
"You're right, Daddy…"
"If your friend, Catherine, should my even the slightest word to anyone at school, even slip somehow and say something to her mother, we'd both, you and me, be totally castigated. You understand what castigated means?"
"I understand."
"It's just too risky."
"Well, then, Daddy, are you saying we should be ashamed of what we did, you and me?"
"No. No, I'm not saying that. You don't understand me."
"I think I do, Jimbo." She got up and went to him. She hugged him from the back. She wrapped her arms around his chest. She kissed the hairs on the back of his neck. She rubbed her breasts all over his back. She pressed her crotch up tight against his buttocks. She wiggled. "I think I do, Jimbo. I just hope… you believe me. I promise to… to keep my mouth shut forever. But do you really think I've done wrong with Catherine? I don't. Daddy, I trust her. I really trust her, and I'll tell you why."
In the living room, Catherine and Alice Duerr were having a grand conversation. Neither of them could hear Leslie talking to her father. Both females were sitting on the couch. Alice had kicked off her heels. Catherine saw how pretty her feet and toes were. She could hardly take her eyes away from Alice's crotch. As the older woman sat there, one knee raised, listening to Catherine talk about herself, she noticed how often the pretty young girl's eyes caressed her naked thighs, how they seemed to penetrate right through the material of her hot pants.
Alice also noticed that Catherine was sighing more than was normal for a girl her age. She would squirm uncomfortably whenever Alice would casually touch her knee or place her hand on her shoulders for emphasis.
"What surprises me," Alice was saying softly, "is how close you seem to be to Leslie. It's hard to believe you've known each other for such a short time."
"It's like a miracle, I guess," Catherine answered. "Sometimes you just get along with a stranger right away. No waiting. No foolishness, and that's the way it's been with us, right from the beginning."
She wondered what Alice would think if she were to know how physically intimate she'd been with Leslie, how they'd made hot, sexy love to each other, how they could hardly keep their hands and lips away from each other. But she said nothing. She was anxious… really terribly anxious for Leslie to come back. She worried if anything was going wrong.
And, nothing was. On the contrary!
It hadn't taken Leslie more than five minutes to explain to James Groten precisely what had happened between herself and Catherine: how much both had enjoyed kissing and sucking each other, how they fingered each other into violent orgasms, how they felt so beautifully naked together and how they'd made this plan for she and Catherine to make love to him – because he didn't have a girlfriend.
"…and now you have one, boohoo!"
They laughed together. Jimbo fondled her buttocks and then opened her sweater and kissed all over her soft, warm breasts, finally sucking on her nipples while Leslie held his ears and kissed the top of his head.
"Well," said Jimbo at last, "you guessed right. Alice and I have played around, but that's all." He then told her about the scene in the apartment, and he was sorry that he'd kept it a secret from her. He also told her, Leslie sitting on his lap, facing him, her thighs spread, her fingers stroking his naked penis, all about the scene in the office.
James waited for her reaction. All she did was climb off his lap. She fell down on her knees and took his hot prick into her mouth. She looked up. "Jimbo, I'm still your old lady, no matter what! You understand?!"
He nodded. Then he stood up. He let her tuck his throbbing prick back inside his trousers. "Come on then, they'll both be wondering what's keeping us."
"Catherine will understand," she winked.
With James carrying the tray with the glasses and the mixer full of Scotch sours, they went down the corridor towards the living room.
Leslie stopped him. She turned her head. "Jimbo – look!"
The scene that met his eyes was fantastic!
Catherine Dorchester was stark naked! Alice Duerr's hot pants were down to her ankles. Both females were embracing and kissing passionately. Catherine was moaning deeply as Alice's long tapered fingers worked relentlessly deep up inside Catherine's naked, melting pussy…