The next phase in our struggle over her exhibitionism was the one that would eventually lead to a big change in our relationship. Lily had a goal, one she didn't admit openly because she knew I'd just refuse... she wanted me to do her live, on camera, to an audience. Friends only, naturally, or at least that was what she had intended, although she tried to push me even farther than that, in the hopes that I'd compromise where she wanted.

Although she'd tossed off the suggestion a few times before, the first time she seriously proposed it occurred at her house. One day, instead of meeting her at my apartment after school, she met me outside, on the way. This happened from time to time, and we'd walk to my place, but I didn't like it as it meant more people seeing us together and maybe becoming suspicious, so I often deliberately missed a bus just so I could be a few minutes behind schedule and Lily would wait for me at my door. This time, she was waiting for me, alone, thankfully, and when I was about to continue homeward, she tugged me on my arm and turned me around. "We're going to my house today."

"What?"

"Yeah, I'm not allowed to stay out after school today. So we'll just go to my place."

I didn't like that, not one bit. "Won't your parents be..."

She shook her head. "They won't even be there. Mom's got this thing, and Dad's been working late."

"So why do you have to be home?"

"Because Mom's going to call the house phone to make sure I'm there."

"What happened?"

She shrugged. "It's no big deal, we got in a fight, and she grounded me." She rolled her eyes. "She is so unfair."

"What did you fight about?" She shrugged and didn't answer, so I took the hint that she didn't want to talk about it, and went on to my more pressing concern. "What if they come home early?" How would I explain my presence there?

"Don't worry, I've got it covered. Unless they actually catch us in the act, we're safe."

I went along, but my stomach was starting to churn nervously... I already knew I was more worried about getting caught than she was. I don't think she wanted it to happen, and she probably was telling the truth when she said she didn't think it would, but the risk of it happening was a turn on for her. She once mentioned off-handedly that it was a shame I didn't have a car, that way we could have sex out in public where anybody could stumble upon us. That one scared me, even though she later insisted she was joking.

Lily lived in a small, fully-detached house on a side-street. There was a dog barking constantly as we approached. "Shut up," she hissed at it when we passed, and then explained that it was her next-door neighbor's, and that it was always barking.

I'd been in their house before, but not often, or for a long time, and mostly I was familiar with the living room, kitchen, and foyer area. Lily immediately took me upstairs, where we I got to see her room, although of course I'd seen some of that in her Facebook pictures. Pink walls, popstar posters , a collection of stuffed animals on the dresser... it was like the quintessential young adolescent girl bedroom. Cute, but what do you say about it? I did notice that I could still hear the neighbor's dog barking in the distance. It must be maddening to live right next to that.

She came up close to me, smiling, and whispered. "So, are you horny? Cause I am." My dick stiffened immediately, but there were other things on my mind. I interrupted her with them when she said, "Hey, do you know what might be fun?"

"Plenty," I said nervously. "But let's just make really sure nobody's home, okay?"

Lily rolled her eyes, but she smiled as she did it, and led me through the house, shouting "Mom? Dad?" and even peeked into the master bedroom to salve my paranoia that her mom was taking a nap, sleeping off a migraine, but the house was empty. "Satisfied?"

"Well, not yet," I said, trying to waggle my eyebrows suggestively. She laughed, and we went back to her room.

Instead of going for the bed, though, she sat at her little desk with her computer and said, "I'm just going to check my messages."

It took a while. First she logged into her proxy and then her Facebook, and there she had a number of messages from her 'friends', many of her asking to go live or join them on Skype. I know because she read some of them out loud. It made me uncomfortable, a dull pain in the pit of my stomach as I remembered how dangerous her behavior was, not just for me, but for herself. I had a little debate with myself about whether this was a good time to try to convince her of that again, and get into an inevitable fight, when she said, "What do you say?"

"Huh?"

"Want to give these guys a little live show?"

"Uh, no." She pouted, put on the puppy-dog-look. "Absolutely not."

"Oh come on... I'll keep it friends only."

"You know I don't even like going on camera... and when it's live, it's much easier to accidentally get my face in the picture."

"Yeah, for like a second."

"If somebody's recording it, a second is all it takes."

She rolled her eyes at me. "But you're horny, right?"

"Yeah, but not that horny. I'll never be THAT horny." She frowned, but it was a very slight frown, and it looked like she had something else on her mind, so I tried to shut her down quickly. "Look, Lily, I'd like to have sex with you, but if you're going to try to say I have to do it live in front of them, or not at all, I'll just go home."

"Fine," she said. "You're lucky I'm horny too..." She smiled, and started taking off her top.

"And don't even think about leaving the camera on without telling me." I realized instantly that I shouldn't have said it, because it could easily have given her the idea.

"I wouldn't do that," she said, then, as though to prove it, closed all her windows leaving just the desktop, which was of a castle like out of a fairy tale, and a music player, which she turned to the dreaded Bieber. I briefly wondered if maybe I should spend the energy I normally waste on trying to break her exhibitionist habit into getting her into some better music. Then again, at least his girly voice helped to cover up the dog barking.

We started to make love soon after, and, because I'd just disappointed her desire for exposure, I was determined to work extra hard at making her cum, starting with a lot of foreplay and rubbing her pussy, and then, when we finally got to fucking, doing it excitedly, close-up.

We'd just got into a good rhythm when there was a loud bang, and we both looked up, first into each other's wide eyes, then to the door. "Shit," she said, but I was already pulling out. "Somebody's home."

The next minute or two was a mad scramble, I can barely remember what happened. We got dressed, I know that, had a brief, whispered discussion about it looking bad if we were caught in her room, and were on our way downstairs when we were caught, by her father who rounded the corner and was calling Lily's name. He was dressed like he'd just got off work, dark pants, a clean white shirt, red tie, and suit jacket slung over one arm.

He drew back a little in surprise upon seeing me, but didn't throw a punch so I guess he didn't suspect anything right away, but I was terrified he would at any moment. "What are you doing here?"

I repeated the word, "I" a few times, trying to come up with something, before Lily saved me.

"I ran into him on the way home," she said. "Someone at school was bothering me, and wouldn't leave me alone, so I asked Jack if he'd walk me home."

"Oh," he said, and turned to her, concerned. "Someone was bothering my little Lilypad? Nothing serious, I hope?"

Lily shook her head. "What are you doing home, anyway?"

Now he looked embarrassed. "Oh, I, well, I just stopped in for a few minutes, really, I have to get back to work."

"Uh-huh," Lily said, like it was the answer she expected.

"I really just came home to take a quick shower because the A/C at work was broken and I was getting kind of sweaty, and I wanted to change into a better shirt because the VP will be coming to our meeting later." He paused and then asked, "Why are you home? I thought you had Math Club?"

"I was grounded, remember."

"Yeah, I forgot... Why was that again?"

"I got in a fight with Mom."

"Right. Well, you should respect your mother." He checked his watch and said, "I really should get in that shower. Thanks for walking her home, Jack..."

I licked my impossibly dry-feeling lips and tried to say it was no trouble, but once again, Lily spoke instead. "I promised Jack we'd feed him. You know he eats mostly ramen and canned ravioli?"

He took a few steps upstairs, and then said, "Oh, sure, that sounds fine. Tell you what? Why don't you guys order a pizza or something. Or hey, sushi if you want, I know you like that, Lilypad. On me." He disappeared up the stairs and into his room, and I was finally able to release a breath.

Lily didn't seem to be concerned, just disappointed. "Come on, at least we'll get something good to eat."

"That was close," I said, keeping my voice low.

"I told you I could handle it. Come on, what do you want?" She led me into the kitchen and pulled some fast food flyers off the top of the fridge.

"I don't know, sushi, if you want." I didn't really have an appetite.

"I haven't been able to eat sushi since I got sick on it at my eleventh birthday." She frowned. "How about this?" She pulled up a flyer for a place, one of those small local ones that have a lot of different types of food. "We can get whatever we want."

There were a lot of different choices. After a minute or two of looking the menu over, we heard a whine from upstairs, which almost made me jump, since I was still pretty jittery, but it was just the sound of the shower being turned on, and I was able to relax again. Finally, Lily made the call and ordered. She got something Indian, Chicken Korma or something like that, and I just went with the simplest choice, a burger and fries.

Almost immediately after she hung up, the phone rang again. Yet again, I practically hit the ceiling. Lily picked it up. "Hello?" She frowned. "Hello?" she asked again, annoyance growing. She sighed. "Fuck off and die you fucking cunt," and hung up. I looked at her inquisitively... I'd hardly ever seen her so annoyed. In fact, normally, she was the sweetest person I knew. She shrugged meekly and muttered, "Fucking people call and don't say anything. I hate that."

"Probably just a wrong number," I said, and hoped internally that it wasn't something darker, someone who'd tracked down Lily from her Facebook posts and was now stalking her.

Lily shook her head, and then took me by the hand. "Come on, it'll be like forty minutes. Let's go into the den."

I thought we were just going to kill time, watch some TV, but it was clear shortly after we sat down that she had other things on her mind. Her hand drifted to my crotch, and pulled down my zipper. "Lily," I whispered. "Your father's right upstairs."

"So?" she asked. "He's in the shower. We'll hear when it goes off. You didn't get to finish, so I'll just give you a quick blowjob."

"I really don't think you should," I said, but my cock, once freed, said something very different. It stood up and said "Yes," and that was the one Lily listened to.

There was no camera to play to this time, and we were pressed for time, so Lily didn't waste any. She took me right into her mouth right away and just sucked, her head going up and down as all my verbal arguments about why it was a bad idea went away. Instead, I tried to get the job done as quickly as possible, imagining fucking her... maybe she had infected me with her love of risk, because the knowledge of her father one floor above us kept popping into my head, and far from ruining the mood, it made it more exciting.

It didn't take very long. I told her I was going to cum, and she kept her lips locked on my dick and sucked greedily as I pumped loads of sperm into her. She swallowed it as it came, every drop, leaving no suspicious mess, and then finally pulled off and put a breath mint in. "See? Now nobody will ever know."

It happened just in time, because her father's shower had ended right about when I was cumming... maybe it had even triggered that final explosion, although I was close enough regardless. When her Dad finally came down, in a new outfit, we were sitting far apart, watching TV.

"Did you order?" When Lily answered with an affirmative noise, he asked "How much did it come to?"

She quoted a number that was about $20 more than it actually cost. Sneaky, but I guess I couldn't blame her. "So I guess you're heading off to work now or whatever," Lily said.

"Yeah, I probably should get going..." He looked down at Lily, then said, "Why don't you go get changed? There's no need to get your uniform more dirty than you have to." She'd already taken it off, but when we were scrambling to get dressed, it was easier for her to wear it again than to find something new. "Besides, I want to talk to Jack here."

That freaked me out, but I pretended not to notice he'd said anything. I just stared blank-faced at the TV. It's easy to do, even when you're scared you're about to be murdered for messing around with a guy's daughter.

Lily didn't share my concerns, just gave a disdainful roll of her eyes in her father's direction, and then stalked off upstairs.

I was sure I was about to get busted, that he'd smelled pussy on my fingers or something, but instead, he said, "I just wanted to thank you again for watching out for her. This thing at school... is it serious? Some overeager punk annoying her?"

"Um, no," I lied, trying to think fast. A boy might lead to more questions. "I think it was just a falling out with some of her friends. She didn't really tell me much beyond that, though."

"Well, it's more than she'd tell me. She never tells me anything anymore." He shrugged a little, and checked his cell, maybe seeing if he had a message. "I guess that's just how it is with girls her age. It used to be she thought I hung the moon, now it's like I'm barely worth her time. Still, thanks for walking her home. Even if it was just for a free meal."

"It was nothing," I said. "I wasn't even going to stay for dinner, it's just that she insisted... wanted to show me her room too, that's why we were upstairs." Inside, I screamed at myself to shut up, I was giving too much information, trying to explain things that he hadn't realized were unusual, and it was going to make him suspicious. "Maybe it was because of the thing with her friend, she was feeling a little lonely."

"Listen, I know you probably have schoolwork and such, but do you mind sticking around here just till her mother gets home? I'd rather she not be alone. It'll probably only be a couple hours."

"Um, I don't know," I said. I think it's a good policy not to look too eager, for anything, in general. In this case, it was practically a survival instinct. "Don't you have, like, a sitter or something? Or a neighbor you could get?"

"I wouldn't know who to call, Kelly usually handles that sort of thing, I guess she thinks Lily's too old to need a sitter." He pulled out a fifty and handed it to me. "For your time?"

"I guess I could, so long as it's not too late..." I took the money. It felt a little surreal, considering what we were likely to be doing once he left.

"Don't tell her I paid you, just pretend you want to hang around." I nodded, and he relaxed, changing the topic. "So, how's college going?"

"Okay, I guess."

"Believe you me, this is the best time of your life right now. When I was in college, I got so much tail it wasn't even funny. A different girl every week." There is a particular type of awkward horror you sometimes feel in life, and from this point on, I would always describe it as 'like your uncle sharing too much about his sexual history.' "You better enjoy it while you can, because man, you'll miss it once it's gone."

"Uh, okay," I said. What do you say to that? "I'm mostly focused on my studies..."

"Well, you've got to take your nose out of a book sometime." A soft buzzing interrupted us, and he reached for his phone, and answered it. "Yeah. Don't worry, I'm on my way. Be there in ten minutes. Yeah, you too. Bye." Closing it, he turned to me and said, "I have to go. You're going to be okay sticking around here, then?" I nodded.

He walked out to the stairs, and called out, Lily's name. She replied with an annoyed, "What?"

"I'm going to work now."

"Whatever."

"But if you want to talk later about that thing at school, we can." There was a silence, and her father looked back to me with a helpless shrug. "Okay, bye honey, I love you."

"Bye." It can be hard to convey complete disinterest while shouting across a house, but she managed it.

After he left, I waited until I was sure the car was gone, then headed upstairs and knocked at the door. She told me to come in.

I found her sitting in front of her computer. She'd changed into a simple, one-piece blue dress, the kind of dress that looks like it could be a really long shirt, one that, when she stood, came down to just above her knees. It made her look younger, somehow, falling straight down and hiding some of the curves she did have. "Is he gone?" she asked.

"Yeah. Listen, if he does ask, I told him that I walked you home because you had a falling out with one of your girl friends, not a boy."

She snorted briefly. "Like he'd ask."

"He might," I said, feeling a strange urge to defend him. "I mean, he does care about you."

She clicked distractedly with the mouse. "Not enough to stay. I mean, I didn't want him to, it would have ruined my day, but if he really cared he wouldn't have left when he thought his daughter had a crisis, right?"

"It's not really like he had a choice, it's work. He's got to pay the bills somehow."

"Don't defend him," she snapped, glaring at me.

I was a little taken aback. "Sorry."

"It's okay, but, can we not talk about him please?"

"Sure." Ever notice how when someone tells you not to talk about something, no matter what else you might have in common, you always struggle for a new topic? We were silent for almost thirty seconds, except for her occasional clicking or typing. "So what are you doing?" I finally asked.

"Oh," she said offhandedly, pointing at the screen. "Right now I'm on cam."