After a pleasant, very talky lunch, Leslie took a long hot shower. She washed her hair and then, inside her room with the door half closed, she lay naked on her new bed. She rigged up the hair dryer and lay there thinking.
She briefly remembered a time back in Chicago, long before Jimbo found out about Suzanne. She had been awakened by a nightmare and, stumbling into the bathroom for some water, she'd passed her parents' room. They were fucking; all the lights were on. Leslie saw her father's powerful penis surging deep in and out of her mother's silky-haired pussy.
Like any kid, she'd been fascinated. She loved the noises Jimbo's thick hot prick was making as it glided so swiftly and so fluidly in and out of her mother's hole. Suzanne had her knees raised up high, her toes wiggling. Her hands gripped her father's buttocks and she was urging him to fuck her deeper and more vigorously.
Leslie could remember her words, and now, lying on her own bed, hundreds of miles away from her mother, she felt what her mother must have been feeling inside her own warm, moist vagina.
The remembered image of her father's enormous prick as it pounded and made her mother's body shake and quiver, swam before her eyes as the lay there. Before she knew it, she was playing with her pussy, her fingers squirming all around until her thumb and index finger found her clitoris.
She moaned at the first touch and straightened out her long, naked legs, then drew her knees up to her breasts and began to fingerfuck her hole with steady in-and-out motions of her fingers until she felt the blood rushing up to her head, making her feverish as her orgasm began to stir inside her weaving body.
Her mother had been moaning and humping back, thrusting her body and arching her back as Jimbo thrust in and out of her. When Jimbo threw her mother's legs up over his naked, broad shoulders, Leslie caught a long glimpse of her mother's pussy, the hair all wet, the meaty flesh of her pussy lips covered with a white sticky-looking cream. She even saw her mother's little asshole.
Then the whole scene became too much for young Leslie. She felt as if she were peeing, standing right there in the carpeted hallway. She had crept swiftly back into her room and tumbled into bed, forgetting all about the glass of water and the dreadful nightmare. She fell to sleep quickly.
Sitting up in bed now, she rearranged the hair dryer. She thought about having a cigarette, but then remembered that Jimbo let her smoke anywhere, but not in bed, so she chased this wish from her thoughts as quickly as she did the images of her father and her mother that one and only night she'd seen them having sex. It wasn't something she really liked to think about too much these days.
Her pussy would get so hot and she'd just have to hide somewhere and play with it until she had her bursting orgasm. She'd feel weak all over, her throat would go suddenly dry, and her pussy would leak.
She lay down again. She wondered what her father was doing now for sex. Oh, to be sure, she knew that men needed women's naked bodies just as much as women, and even girls, she imagined, needed boys' hard cocks to play with and to poke up inside their hairy holes. Well, she thought to herself, enjoying the warm air blowing from the dryer, she guessed Daddy could take care of himself where this was concerned.
But it was still strange about him getting an erection out there in the living room. Something must have excited him. Her fingers rubbed over her breasts and then her nipples. These erected immediately. She pinched them gently and then thumbed them. She loved the quick, alive sensations she'd feel. Now she squeezed her breasts and massaged them. Using her fingernails, she scratched all over the sloping curves of her succulent breasts before finally cupping them harshly and rolling them all around. This amused her and she suddenly sat up.
She swung her naked legs over the side of the bed and stood up. In front of the mirror she stretched her gorgeous body. She looked more naked than naked! She pressed against the mirror, her full, ripe breasts now flattened against the glass. She rubbed and slid from side to side, sometimes watching the motions of her fleshy ripe globes, at other times staring into the reflection of her soft blue-green eyes. She loved her face. The older she grew, the prettier it became. Her teeth were almost perfect. In one cheek there was a provocative dimple; in the other, none. Her lips were ideal for kissing. She kissed the reflection in the mirror and shuddered, when she stuck her tongue out and it came into contact with the cold.
Back on the bed she lay down. So, she thought, if Daddy did have a woman to touch, to feel up, to kiss all over and look at, and one he would put his prick up into, then he must be okay. It did worry her a little. It wasn't really fair to Daddy not to have a woman. Mother had so many men, and Leslie hated her secretly for this, having known all the while that she was cheating on husband at least three times in one week.
Leslie disengaged the blower from the dryer. She aimed the warm, steady heat all over her face, then over her neck, finally down over her breasts. The mouth of the hairdryer had a rubber edge. She lowered it so that it fit directly over her nipple and the aureole. The warmth felt great. She began to move the blower all around and was soon heating one nipple and then the other.
It was inevitable she should think of applying the warm caressing heat on her beautiful crotch. She did this and began squirming. Then she spread open her pussy lips, not at all surprised to discover they were already damp and moist. She nudged the mouth of the blower into her cunt. Oh, how good and sexy this felt!
For some while she played with the blower. She turned it up and the heat almost burned her tender pussy and her nipples. She put it under her arms. She put it down over her toes, then up her legs, to her thighs and finally back into her pussy. She loved how hot it felt when she'd raise one leg up in the air, exposing her asshole and feeling the hot air rushing all over her anus.
What a wonderful sex toy, she thought. Then, euphorically happy, she changed her mood and leaped out of bed. She put the dryer carefully back into its new box and then she brushed out her long brown hair until it shone.
But if Daddy didn't have a girl, then what? Maybe he didn't! Maybe that was why he got hard before. Maybe he was hard all the time. Now she was sure he had an erection. She wondered if it had grown any since the last time she'd seen it. Then it'd been fat and thick and so long she couldn't believe it. Oh, how it glistened and shone when he shoved it up into her mother's hungry pussy.
Sometime later today she would come right out and ask him if he had a girl. Nothing wrong with that!
Leslie, still naked, went out into the kitchen, her young breasts bouncing prettily, her long hair flowing down softly on her bare shoulders. She stood in front of the open refrigerator debating what she wanted to drink.
"Leslie," her father called from the master bedroom. In here James Groten had set up a miniature "office" in one corner. All the while Leslie had been in her room, she'd heard his typewriter clacking.
"Yes, Daddy?"
"See that wine in there? The red stuff?"
"Want me to give you some?"
"You're a very bright girl," he laughed facetiously.
"All right… all right!" Leslie answered, but then her question had been a foolish one. She opened the bottle. "Can I have a little, too?"
"As much as you need," was his response. This was another thing about Jimbo that she just adored. He never forbade her things like wine, cigarettes, late hours, even loud music… as long as she didn't insult anyone, invade their privacy or act stupid. What other girl in her group back in Chicago could say the same? Not one!
Balancing two wine glasses, she padded on bare feet down the narrow corridor leading to her father's room. She did not have one single thought about her body being so ravishingly naked. She was completely oblivious to the seductive motions of her breasts, to the enchantment of her snowy white thighs and the exciting sensuality of her curly pubic hair, an impossibly neat and beautifully defined triangle.
Being extra careful not to spill the wine, she inched up to his desk. His back was to her. She put the glasses down. Jimbo was concentrating and had hardly heard her enter. Then he stopped typing. He turned to thank her.
This was the first time he noticed her sexually bet he said nothing. She sat down on the end of his bed. She crossed her naked legs naturally, this gesture having the effect of obscuring her delightful crotch. Her long hair fell down over her naked breasts, but her nipples peeped through. They were erect, and Leslie was suddenly terribly conscious of this fact.
"Well, Jimbo, here's to us all moved in, huh?"
He faced her. He had to shift and disguise his hardening penis. No, he wasn't embarrassed. If anything, he was absolutely, totally surprised at his physical reaction.
"Yes, darling, here's to us, brand new, together. Here's to a new life. Here's to better grades in school! Here's to happiness… for you, for me, and for the rest of this foolish world!"
They drank together, their eyes smiling across the rims of their wine glasses.
"Daddy, I got a personal question…"
He interrupted her: "I have a personal question."
"Daddy, I'll take it over again. Sorry. I have a personal question. You don't have to answer."
"Ask!" He smiled. He drank from his glass. The wine was tangy, strong, expensive.
"It's personal," she warned.
"Ask!"
"Do you have a girlfriend here in New York?"
"Nope."
"Play to find one for yourself?"
"Yep!"
"Okay then, Daddy," she hesitated, "I want to know this… I want to know… it's important."
He saw she didn't want to go on. "What's wrong, darling?" he asked. He put down his glass and went to her. He sat down on the edge of the bed close to her. He put his arms around her naked shoulders. He saw just the suggestion of a tear in her pretty eyes.
"Daddy, I mean, Jimbo, until you find one, a girlfriend, do you think I could… I mean… that I could kind of… well, you know, be close to you? Oh, I don't mean like a wife or a girlfriend, but you know, maybe hold you when you get lonely, or scratch your back or you know things like that, huh?"
He sensed what she was driving at.
"Darling," he replied, kissing her dampening eyes as they looked up into his face, "you're my best and only girlfriend. I love you. Yes. You can do anything you wish. Just remember our rules."
"Then I can still run around naked if I want to… and you, too, when we're alone here at home, not like back in Chicago?"
"We can even take showers again together, darling, if we want to."
Leslie squealed with delight! "And sometimes if I get lonely all the way down the hall, can I crawl up in with you, Daddy?"
"Anytime, sweetheart," he answered. He got up and returned to his desk.
It wasn't until he heard her go into her room and turn on her favorite Rolling Stone album that he stopped to think over the significance of what his daughter had said.
Young girls were strange creatures! And Leslie among the strangest. Sometimes she was so exquisitely desirable as a female he wished she belonged to another father. At other times he was so boyish she embarrassed him.
He remembered his early erection, no doubt stimulated by the sight of her half-exposed pussy hair while she'd been sitting on the couch, her pert nipples protruding through the almost transparent material of her robe.
Well, he decided, returning to his typewriter, being totally naked would be a hell of a lot less seductive and sexually arousing then being half naked.
He thought little more about the subject and returned to his work.