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                         WYNTER AND JIMMY

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This is an erotic fantasy.  It is the sequel to "Wynter."  The
characters and the situation are purely imaginary, and this story
is *NOT* intended to be a guide for actual behavior.  Any
similarities between this story and actual people or actual
events you should be ashamed of are purely coincidental.  If it
is illegal in your part of the world to access and read erotic
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sex stories, then you should stop now.

This story is copyright 2005 by Russell Hoisington.  Please do
not remove the author information or make any changes to this
story.  You may post freely to non-commercial (free) sites, or in
the "free" area of commercial sites.  That does *not* mean that
these stories are in the public domain, nor does it mean that I
give permission for you to use them in spam advertising.  I
reserve the right to determine what is "spam advertising" by *my*
definition, not yours or anyone else's.

Thank you for your consideration.

My sincerest thanks to Denny Wheeler for editing this story and
for his contributions and also to Uncle Sky, the Night Hawk, and
Old Man Ted for their input and for keeping the characters in
character.

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                        WYNTER AND JIMMY
                    Part One:  Just Friends
                                
                       Russell Hoisington
 
 
                               One
 
     Wynter stared out her bedroom window, her eyes not seeing
the side yard, the trees, or the mountains beyond, not even the
Fergusons' house next door.  Her long blonde ponytail, draped
over her left shoulder, was clutched lightly in her small,
slender fist.  Her other hand absently scratched the ears of
Dragon, the ever-present black Labrador retriever who had stuck
to her like a second skin since she had saved his life as a
puppy.  The voice of her friend Suzie Middleton, also eleven, was
no more than distant bees humming a vague soprano note.  She had
planned to spend that mid-August Thursday with Jimmy McCauley,
perhaps checking the status of the spiders about to hatch under
Seven Dock at the lake, but Jimmy's mother had decided to visit
Jimmy's maternal grandmother that day.
 
     _Maternal grandmother_.  That was a funny term, one that
Jimmy had used when he called to say he would be out of town all
day.  Jimmy knew lots of strange and funny sounding terms.  Of
course, Wynter knew a bunch of them, too, having learned many of
them when she was planning to be a nurse.  Now she was going to
be a doctor!  "Wynter King, Future MD" was how she signed notes
she sent to Jimmy, and to Doctor Taylor who had talked her into
becoming a doctor, and to Nurse Carter, and to Kenny Taylor who
was also going to be a doctor, just like his dad.  And to her
parents, of course.
 
     But not to dumb old Aunt Diane or yucky Uncle Bob.  She only
wrote to them when she had to, just to be polite.  Wynter tried
to always be polite, even when Aunt Dumb and Uncle Bozo made it
into such a burdensome chore for her.  She tried ever so hard to
be polite like her father, who was the nicest person she knew,
and Jimmy and Doctor Taylor, who were also very polite people, so
that she wouldn't reflect poorly on them.
 
     Wynter also knew some other strange and funny sounding
terms, ones she had learned while isolated in her first home up
in the mountains early that spring.  That was when her father was
helpless in all those casts because of his accident and her
mother was sent to Europe on business.  Nurse Ellen Carter had
been her father's in-house nurse.  She had made an emergency trip
to town to correct a prescription error.  An avalanche had buried
the road, and Nurse Carter couldn't return.  Wynter had to become
her father's nurse.  One thing just led to another, and by the
time Nurse Carter could return Wynter knew all about several
different types of sexual activities.
 
     Well, not _all_ about them.  Her father said that if you
were lucky you could always learn something new with the right
partner.  But she sure did know the basics of masturbation and
oral sex and sexual intercourse.  She even knew the two basic
types of sexual intercourse:  "Fucking" and "Making Love."  She
learned all kinds of new words about sexual activities those
three days, both the technical terms and the funny terms grownups
used among themselves.  She learned so many strange words that
the only way she could keep track of them all and be sure to use
them properly was to put them in one of the many private
notebooks she kept on her bookshelf.  She had titled that
notebook...
 
     "'Sex Terminology'?"
 
     Those words penetrated.  Wynter gasped and spun about. 
Suzie was sitting a corner of the bed and turning the title page
of that notebook.
 
     "_Suzie!_"
 
     Suzie didn't look up, but her green eyes grew really big
when she started reading the terms and their definitions.
 
     Wynter rushed to Suzie's side and held out her hand. 
"That's mine and it's personal!  Give it back!"
 
     Suzie giggled and pointed to a word.  "'Cocksucking:  See
Blow Job.'  That's not real, is it?  I think Jason was kidding
when he told me about it."
 
     Wynter stamped a white-sneakered foot.  "Suzie, gimme that
back!  _Now!_  That's personal!"
 
     Suzie didn't look up.  "Well, you don't get much more
personal than 'Fucking,' do you?"
 
     Wynter grabbed the notebook and tried to pull it away. 
"Suzie, give it to me now!"  She was trying ever so hard not to
cry, but she felt the quiver in her voice as she also felt Dragon
brush against her leg.  "_Suzie!_"
 
     "Girls?"
 
     The two froze and looked up at Angie King standing in the
doorway rubbing her temples with a pained expression.  She'd been
lying down with one of her headaches and they were supposed to be
quiet.
 
     Wynter recovered first and jerked the notebook away from
Suzie.  She clutched it to her small breasts and wrapped her arms
around it like a cocoon.
 
     Suzie looked apologetic.  "We're sorry we woke you, Mrs.
King," she mumbled, pushing back a strand of her full,
reddish-blonde, shoulder-length hair.
 
     Wynter said nothing as a tear trickled down one cheek.  When
her mother's sleepy eyes focused on that and then dropped to the
notebook they suddenly went very wide.
 
     "Girls, what's going on?"
 
     Wynter sniffed.  Suzie found a speck of dirt on one of her
own sneakers and brushed at it with her fingertips.  "Nothing. 
We were just playing."
 
     "What were you doing with one of Wynter's notebooks?"
 
     Suzie flinched at the harsh tone.  She'd never heard Mrs.
King speak to her like that before.  "I was just looking at it. 
She's always being so secretive with her silly old notebooks." 
Suzie smiled a really weird smile.  "Now I know why!  You'll
never guess what that one's about!"
 
     Wynter gasped.
 
     "You're right about that, Suzie.  I won't even try.  It's
Wynter's and it's personal.  It's not my business or anybody
else's except hers.  _Anybody's_.  Is that absolutely clear?"
 
     Suzie's face had that look that Jimmy had called "contrite." 
"Yes, ma'am."
 
     "Wynter doesn't pry into your personal things, does she?"
 
     Suzie shrugged.  "No, but I don't have any personal things
that others can't see."
 
     Wynter knew that was a fib.
 
     "Well, if you did have, would you want her looking at them
or handling them without your permission?"
 
     Suzie sighed.  "No, ma'am."
 
     "If you can't respect her privacy, then you'll have to stay
out of her room."  She looked at her watch.  "Wynter, your father
will be home in about twenty minutes.  Can you take care of
lunch, please?  I'm not up to it."
 
     "Uh-huh."  That was no chore for Wynter.  She liked doing
things for her father.  She threw her arms about her mother and
squeezed.  "Thank you," she whispered.
 
     Her mother squeezed in return, one hand making circles on
Wynter's back.  She made a happy humming noise, though Wynter
didn't see how she could be happy with such a bad headache. 
"Tell Richard I need to speak to him when he gets back."
 
     Wynter pulled back and looked at the pained expression
twisting her mother's face.  "Do you want me to bring you a
tray?"
 
     "No.  But have Richard bring me some tomato juice when he
comes up, would you please?"
 
     Wynter put the notebook on its shelf.  Jimmy had asked about
her notebooks the day he had helped her unpack and put away her
things in the new house.  She had told him they were private, and
he'd never mentioned them, or even seemed to notice them, again. 
Jimmy was always thoughtful like that.
 
     Suzie sat quietly for a moment, as if waiting for Wynter's
mother to get back to the master bedroom before looking up at
Wynter and sighing.  "I never saw her that bitchy before.  I
guess it's _that time_ again."
 
     "The headache is bothering her.  It's another bad one.  She
always gets one when she has to go out of town."
 
     Suzie bounced off the bed.  "Maybe they're all in her head."
 
     "I asked Doctor Taylor if they were psych... if they were
psy-cho-so-matic, but he said they were from strain."  _Drat!_
she thought.  She hated stumbling over words, especially medical
terms.
 
     Suzie gave her a weird look.  "Duh!  I was making a joke."
 
     "It wasn't funny."  She picked up an envelope marked "Daddy"
from her desk.  "Let's go make lunch."
 
     Under the envelope was a piece of paper with "Jimmy" written
on it several times in different styles, each with a little heart
dotting the "I."  Suzie frowned at it and then frowned even more
at Wynter.  She looked at the paper again, made a faint growling
sound to herself, and huffed before stamping out the door after
Wynter and Dragon.
 
                              ~ ~ ~
 
     Angie waved the wet washcloth to cool it, lay back on the
bed in the darkened room, and placed the folded cloth over her
eyes and forehead.  She had been too sharp with Suzie, but she
couldn't help herself.  It wasn't the headache but the fact that
Suzie had pried into one of Wynter's notebooks that had steamed
her clams, as her father had always described it.  The little
bitch--well, that wasn't kind.  But Suzie had been lucky that she
hadn't been even more severe.  Perhaps the headache had actually
been a deterrent that had saved Suzie.
 
     Angie had kept a diary when she was young.  When she was
fourteen her sixteen-year-old sister Diana had picked the lock
and read it.  Worse, Diane had blackmailed her with threats to
tell people what she had read.  _On second thought_, Angie
decided, _Suzie was lucky that I wasn't armed_.
 
     Suzie was also lucky that Dragon hadn't intervened first. 
Angie knew from his posture and his raised hackles that he was
about to issue his first warning growl.
 
     She sighed and tried to put the thoughts out of her mind
because they were just making her headache worse.  All of the
thoughts but the one she was saving for Richard.
 
                              ~ ~ ~
 
     Suzie had to leave after lunch.  Richard dropped her off at
her house, and then he and Wynter continued on to McKeown's
Hardware.  By suppertime, all of Wynter's notebooks were still on
their shelf, but they were behind a locked door, and Wynter had
the only keys.  The look on her face when he told her what he was
going to do was reward enough, and the look she gave him when he
sat on the corner of the bed and handed her the keys was doubly
so.  Still, she had jumped into his lap, thrown her slender arms
about his neck, and crushed her lips to his in the best lover's
kiss she'd ever given him, her little tongue writhing like a
beheaded snake in his mouth.  It left his gasping for air when
she finished.
 
     "I should have made those doors as soon as I was able," he
said between gulps of air.
 
     "Well, now you're going to have your best Friday night
ever!" she announced and crushed her mouth to his again.  They
had arranged a schedule that gave him six nights sleeping with
Angie and one night with Wynter.  Friday night was Wynter's
night.

 
     He managed to push her back and take another breath. 
"Wynter, you forgot that this Friday is your mother's because
she's leaving Saturday morning."
 
     She sagged.  "Yeah.  I forgot."  Then she brightened.  "But
that means I get you Saturday night through Tuesday.  I'll make
love to you until you can't walk!'
 
     He gave her a stern look that made her giggle.  "If I can't
get up to walk, then I might pee in the bed," he warned her.
 
     She shrugged.  "I know where the urinal is."
 
     Which was true.  Richard had spent so much time recuperating
from various injuries at home that one bedroom had become, in
addition to Richard's home office, a recovery room with an
adjustable hospital bed and a closet half-filled with medical
equipment.  Richard had a ruggedly handsome face, but his body,
arms, and legs were a mess with scars on top of scars.  Their
mountain home had been a ranch, but their town home was a
tri-level, and the bedrooms were all on the top floor.  Wynter
had said that having his recovery room on the top floor was an
incentive to keep himself uninjured.
 
     He shook his head.  "Bedpan and urinal duty is for nurses. 
You're going to be a doctor now."
 
     She shrugged and mimicked one of her mother's exasperated
sighs.  "I guess I'll just have to sacrifice for you."  He wasn't
sure which one started laughing first, but both were hugging each
other and roaring in seconds.
 
     Angie's voice cut through from the doorway.  "There's
entirely too much jocularity going on in this room."  They turned
so see her leaning against the door frame, her arms crossed under
her small breasts and her face looking as if she'd been sucking
lemons.
 
     "Mother, look!" Wynter pointed to her shelves.  "See what
Daddy did?"  She slid off his lap and took her mother's hand,
pulling her into the room.  "Suzie can't get into my notebooks
now.  Daddy did it just for me!"

 
     He winced as Angie gave him _that_ look.  "Well, that
certainly was thoughtful of him, wasn't it," Angie said.   She
wrapped her arms around Wynter and lifted.  Despite the onset of
puberty Wynter was still reed-thin and was easy for her mother to
lift.  Except for her swell of her small breasts and the
roundness of her buttocks, Wynter had the body of a
pre-pubescent.  Angie wasn't sure whether Wynter's hormones were
beginning to shape her hips or if the slight flare was merely her
pelvis unable to shrink as much as her skinny middle.
 
     Richard cleared his throat.  "Actually, honey, it was your
mother's idea.  I just built it the way she said that she wanted
it."
 
     Wynter's angelic face brightened even more and her
blue-green eyes sparkled.  "Then it's a present from _both_ of
you!  That's even _more_ special!"  She hugged Angie tightly. 
"You thought of it and Daddy built it.  Thank you!  I love you
both with all my heart!"
 
     Richard grinned as he watched Angie lose the battle to keep
the stern expression on her face.  Wynter's infectious enthusiasm
had that effect on everyone.  Even Dragon looked happy as he
swished his tail about from his seat on the floor.  Richard was
about to say something when Dragon suddenly rose to his feet,
tilted his head, and raised his ears while lashing his tail in a
blur.
 
     "Jimmy's here," Richard said an instant before the doorbell
rang.
 
     Wynter again thanked them, excused herself, and flew out the
door with her shadow in tow in what seemed only a half-second.
 
     Angie shook her head at him.  "What I would give to have
that much energy again."  She sat beside him and wrapped an arm
about him, lifting the other to point at the new doors.  "You
didn't paint them."
 
     "Nope.  She's going to do that herself."
 
     "Little Miss Perfection thinks you can't match the color
exactly."  It wasn't a question.
 
     He grunted and nuzzled her neck.  "She was very polite with
the explanation she gave me, but I believe that you have a firm
grasp on the actual reason.  How's your head?"
 
     "Better.  I just wish I didn't have to go to Fort Worth."
 
     "I know."  He began kneading the base of her skull with a
thumb and forefinger.  "We miss you, too."
 
     "You managed to get along quite nicely without me when I
went to Geneva."  It could have been the beginning of an
argument, but the tone of her voice said it wasn't.  "I came home
to learn you'd found a source of relief and I had a sexually
active daughter, and the two discoveries were related.  I'm
afraid of what I might come back to this time."
 
     He sighed.  "Angie...."
 
     She squeezed his knee.  "It's okay.  I'm just having trouble
adjusting sometimes.  The change in Wynter herself is actually
bothering me more than your relationship now."
 
     He grunted understanding.  "Now that she's around other kids
all the time, she's acting more her age and less like a miniature
adult," he said.  "You'll have more time to adjust."
 
     "That's just it.  I was used to the miniature adult.  I'll
have just enough time to adjust to her being a normal
eleven-year-old, and then I'll have to adjust to the switch back
to miniature adult."
 
     He worked his thumb over a tense spot in her neck, causing
her to moan slightly.  "Well, she's already taken an interest in
boys."  He thought he sounded disappointed when he said that.
 
     "No," Angie corrected.  "Just Jimmy.  She doesn't spend much
time around any others, except maybe Kenny Taylor.  And I think
that's because he's planning to be a doctor like his father.  Her
interest in Kenny is professional, not personal like it is with
Jimmy."
 
     Richard hesitated.  "You, uh, don't think they're 'playing
doctor' then?"
 
     She turned her head to stare at him.  "Not with Kenny.  And
not with Jimmy either.  I wouldn't worry about that relationship
until he starts bringing her flowers and candy.  Then you can
start worrying about sharing her the way I have to share you."
 
     Richard felt sheepish.  "I didn't mean it that way."
 
     "Yes, you did."  Both of them knew she was right.  "Would
you do that spot with your thumb again?" she asked, turning away
again.  "It was loosening up."
 
     Wynter rushed back into the room, a huge smile on her face
and her blue-green eyes shimmering.  "Jimmy couldn't stay, but
look what he brought back for me!"
 
     She thrust out her small hands to show them a bouquet of
columbines and a bar of Cadbury's milk chocolate.
 
 
 
                               Two
 
     Suzie Middleton rushed about like a small blonde tornado,
picking up dirty clothes and dropped toys and CD cases,
straightening things--more or less--as she went.  Several shorts
and tops were turned into dust rags.  It was quicker than going
back later with the duster, and she was a girl with no time to
spare.  She didn't like cleaning her stupid room, not one bit,
but she'd volunteered to do it today, a Friday, rather than wait
until tomorrow when Wynter would go with her dad to take Mrs.
King to the airport.  If she cleaned her room today, and if she
could get to Jimmy before Wynter asked him to go to Denver with
them, she'd have him all to herself tomorrow.
 
     CDs went back into the storage rack without regard to
orientation.  You could just forget about that stupid
alphabetical order by type of music, the way Wynter stored hers. 
Dirty clothes were soccer-kicked to the hamper, to be picked up
in one big bundle and crammed inside.  Stuff on top of the
dresser and chest was raked into open drawers which were then
pushed shut.  Suzie knew exactly how much she could get away with
and did no more than was necessary to pass her mother's
inspection.  Some of the larger stuff she kicked into the closet
and shut the door, praying that this was one of the times her
mother wouldn't open the closet door.
 
     It wasn't.
 
     She wanted to scream as she lost more valuable time putting
stupid stuff away that would just be scattered about again over
the course of the next week.  At least she hadn't had to listen
to another stupid, "Why can you be more organized like Wynter?"
speech, though.
 
     _Wynter!_  She moved faster.  Jimmy had spent almost all of
the week with Wynter instead of with her.  It wasn't fair.  She'd
found Jimmy first, and he'd been spending a lot of time with her
until Wynter moved to town.  What's worse, Wynter lived barely a
block from him on Seabridge Trail while she was five whole blocks
south.  And worse, you also had to go all the way over to Ninth
Street because of the way they had laid out Wynter's stupid
subdivision on the other side of the stupid creek and those
stupid hills!  It wasn't fair!
 
     She wondered if Jimmy ever got to look in Wynter's stupid
notebooks.  She wondered where Wynter learned all the stuff in
that "Sex Terminology" notebook.  Probably on the internet. 
She'd bet that Wynter didn't have all that stupid parental
control junk on her computer, and that's where she found all that
stuff in her stupid "Sex Terminology" book.  At first she thought
Wynter had made up some of it, but Wynter would have named it
"Fictional Sex Terminology" or some similar stupid title if she
had.  Wynter was like that.  Besides, Kenny Taylor had already
confirmed some of the things she'd seen, based on what he'd read
in his dad's medical books and magazines and stuff.
 
     What if Jimmy got to look in that "Sex Terminology"
notebook?  What if he sat on her bed, next to Wynter, and they
went over all that stupid Sex Terminology stuff together?  He'd
probably get all turned on the way Kenny did when she asked him
about some of those terms she'd read in the few stupid seconds
she'd had before Mrs. King interrupted them.  Kenny had squirmed
around and tried to hide that stupid bulge in his shorts while
answering her questions, and at the same time he had tried to
sneak a look down her blouse at her boobies.
 
     What if Jimmy had gotten turned on talking about them, too? 
What if he'd tried to look at Wynter's stupid boobies?  Wynter
didn't always wear a training bra.  What she hadn't worn one of
the stupid things and Jimmy had gotten a look at her stupid
boobies?  It wasn't fair!
 
     Of course, Wynter's boobies weren't as big as her own. 
Okay, her own boobies weren't much themselves--though they were a
little bigger than those of her older sister, Caroline the town
slut-- and she didn't _need_ a training bra either, and she did
have that stupid birthmark on the inside of her right one.  But
they were a _little_ bit bigger than Wynter's.  Everybody knows
that men like bigger boobies better than smaller ones.  And Jimmy
would be with Wynter before she could finish cleaning her stupid
room, and Wynter would be letting Jimmy look at her stupid
boobies just so Little Miss Future MD could take Jimmy away from
her.  It wasn't _fair!_
 
     And today of all days her stupid mother had to look in the
stupid closet and make her pick up that stupid stuff lying in the
stupid floor!  By the time she was finished with her stupid
cleaning that stupid Wynter was going to be doing some stupid
stuff with _her man_ and she was going to be left _out_ of it
_again!  It wasn't_....
 
     She was done?  Already?
 
     "_MOOOOM!_"
 
                              ~ ~ ~
 
     Angie put the make-up bag in the corner of her suitcase and
answered the phone.
 
     "_Hello, Mrs. King.  I hope your headache is better._"
 
     Angie wasn't surprised to hear Suzie's voice.  "Hi, Suzie. 
It's better today. How are you doing?"
 
     "_Very well, thank you. I hope you enjoy your trip to Fort
Worth and don't work too hard._"
 
     "Well, thank you.  I'm sure I'll enjoy it knowing that
you'll be here helping Richard watch out for Wynter for me."  She
couldn't help grinning.  If Suzie hadn't asked about Wynter, that
meant only one thing.
 
     "_Is, um, Jimmy there?_"
 
     Bingo!  "No, he and Wynter went to the lake."  She knew she
shouldn't make Suzie ask, but she was still pissed about the
incident with Wynter's notebook.
 
     There was a pause.  Then, "_They went to Barber Beach?_"
 
     "No, Wynter didn't take her swimsuit.  I think they went to
the public docks."
 
     _Click_.
 
     Angie shook her head and hung up the phone.  She'd give up
her travel bonus to be here and watch this drama unfold.  Before
she could turn back to packing it rang again.  _Suzie calling
back to apologize for hanging up abruptly?_  She looked at the
caller ID as she reached for the handset.  Her smile faded as she
brought the handset to her ear.
 
     "Hello, Sis.  What's up?"
 
                              ~ ~ ~
 
     Harbor Club Road ran eastward from Cheyenne Road to the
Harbor Club and its Members Only docks.  At the midway point
Rainbow Drive ran south to the public docks.  Legally they were
the Carlton Docks, named after former Mayor Carlton, but nobody
under the age of sixty called them anything but the public docks. 
Five years ago another large section was built and the people
stopped using Seven Dock, the oldest surviving pier, but Seven
Dock was left standing.  It was falling into disrepair but still
serviceable and was thus open.  At the far end of the wooden dock
Wynter and Jimmy lay on their stomachs, quietly peering over the
edge as a water skimmer moved across the gently rolling surface
of the water.
 
     "Here he comes again," Jimmy whispered.
 
     Wynter watched the shiny shape gliding slowly upward in the
sunlight.  Then, with a snap of its tail, it lunged forward and
the water skimmer disappeared from the surface in a splash that
rained droplets on the two observers.
 
     Wynter laughed in delight as the fish dove to await another
passing snack.  Jimmy had told her how the bug had stayed atop
the water by not breaking through the film caused by the surface
tension.  She already knew that, but the funny stories Jimmy used
to explain things to her were so neat that she held her tongue
and listened to him talk.
 
     She was about to say something when she felt the vibration
of footsteps.  Jimmy felt it too, and they both looked over their
shoulders to see who it was.
 
                              ~ ~ ~
 
     Suzie huffed when she saw the two of them lying together on
the dock.  Jimmy was probably talking to Wynter about those
stupid fish.  The boy was cute, and that was a fact, but he had
the weirdest interests!  Why couldn't he be interested in sports
like other boys?  Why couldn't he be interested in _her?_
 
     They both looked back at her clomping down the gray planks
of the dock.  "Suzie, come here!" Jimmy said with that weirdly
excited tone he used when something weird was going on.
 
     "Walk softly, Suzie," Wynter said.  "The trout is eating
water bugs."
 
     Wow, she certainly didn't want to miss that.  That was right
up there on the excitement scale with watching the sea gulls take
a dump.
 
     Wynter, who was lying in the middle of the dock, indicated
the space to her left with a jerk of her head.  "Lie down here
and watch!"
 
     _Oh, sure.  Let Wynter have the middle and be next to Jimmy? 
I don't think so!_  She squatted beside Jimmy's right side and
shifted slightly, aiming the line of her inner thigh toward the
center of his head.  She was wearing the most baggy-legged shorts
she had and hoped they were loose enough.  Only Jimmy wasn't
looking back now, he was looking into the stupid _water_ again! 
"How come you aren't over at the beach swimming?"  Barber Beach
was a quarter of a mile to the southeast across the water, though
for all Suzie knew it could have been five miles.
 
     Jimmy lifted his head and tilted it back over his shoulder,
looking at her upside down.  From that position he couldn't even
see her leg, much less the frills of her panties around her leg. 
The panties were the least favorite item in the wardrobe she had
carefully chosen when she had learned where he was, but everybody
knew men couldn't resist women when he saw they were wearing
frilly panties.  Somebody had said, "All's fair in love and war,"
and this was both for Suzie Middleton.
 
     "We came here to watch Spinderella.  Today's the day...."
 
     "Who's Spinderella?"
 
     Wynter waggled a finger over the edge of the dock as Jimmy
lowered his head to look below the edge.  "She is.  Her babies
should leave the web today, and we came to see where they go."
 
     Suzie frowned, trying to think of a way to get Jimmy to look
up her shorts leg.  "Babies?  Web?  What do.... _A SPIDER?_" She
shrieked and tried to stand up, stepped back into empty air, and
tumbled backward into the water.
 
     Out of habit she took a deep breath before her head went
under.  She hadn't intended to do Plan B until Plan A had been
given time to work, but here she was.  She might as well make the
best of it.  Her head broke the surface and she saw Wynter and
Jimmy gaping down at her, eyes wide, mouths open, and... _hands
on each other's forearms?_  She fought down the rush of anger and
cried, "Jimmy!  Help me!  I got a leg cramp!"
 
     Jimmy released Wynter, ripped his navy blue tee shirt off,
and plunged in feet first beside her.  Suzie wished she could
think of a way to get him to give her mouth-to-mouth
resuscitation, but she couldn't.  Besides the _Future MD_ would
probably insist on doing it herself.  She threw her arms around
his neck, being careful to leave him room to swim, and first
crushed, then rubbed, her boobies in their thin white blouse
against his bare chest.
 
     "Relax," he said.  "I got you.  I'm gonna side-stroke us to
the shore."
 
     The cold water had made her nipples as hard as little pink
peas.  Couldn't this dolt even feel them?  She wiggled and rubbed
them harder against his chest.  "I can kick with my other leg and
help."  If she did it just right, she could slow them down and
keep them together a little bit longer.
 
                              ~ ~ ~
 
     Wynter got mad at herself.  Very mad.  She was a Future MD. 
Doctors don't panic when something goes wrong, they force
themselves to stay calm and think.  _She_ had to think!  _Take a
deep breath!  Think, drat it!_
 
     She did, and her thoughts surprised her.  _Why is Suzie
having trouble?  She's the Captain of the swim team and has had
leg cramps before.  And how could she suddenly have a leg cramp? 
Well, she'd been squatting at a really weird angle--one that
could have let Jimmy see her underpants in those big shorts!--and
then she stood up really quick.  That plus the shock of the cold
water could have triggered the cramp, I guess._
 
     She decided to follow them to shore rather than race on
ahead.  If Jimmy needed help with Suzie, she'd be right there,
though she wasn't a very good swimmer.  She picked up his shirt
and clenched it to her chest with her arms.  The dark cloth,
warmed by the sun, felt good, felt comforting to her.  Suzie
moved away from Jimmy for a second and she thought....  _No, I'm
just excited and seeing things.  I need to stay calm and think._
 
     Near the waterline the ground rose up so that Jimmy could
stand.  He moved behind Suzie, slipped his arms under hers and
across her chest.  He grasped his elbows with his fingers and
pulled her up onto the shore.  She seemed to be using both feet
for a moment, then suddenly moaned and said something about her
leg.  He eased her down into a sitting position and stepped away. 
She lay back as Wynter jumped the short distance from the top of
the dock to the sandy soil.  When Wynter looked at Jimmy, he was
staring at Suzie's blouse.
 
     No, not at the blouse, which had become almost transparent
where the wet white cloth touched her body, showing off the
darker circles of Suzie's nipples and the blotch of her
birthmark.  Suzie had forgotten to wear a bra!  She'd be really
embarrassed when she realized Jimmy was looking at her
breasts--her _tits_, as grownups would call them.
 
     "Here, Suzie," she said, flipping Jimmy's tee shirt out to
cover her dear friend's accidental near-nakedness.  Then she
realized Suzie could still be embarrassed and said, "This will
help keep you warm," hoping that would distract her from her
embarrassing mistake.  But Suzie's face was turning red.  Suzie
had already realized what had happened.  Wynter really and truly
felt sorry for her friend.  She knew what it was like to be
embarrassed and was sorry she hadn't been quick enough to help
Suzie avoid it.
 
                              ~ ~ ~
 
     If ever there had been a time that it was appropriate to
scream, "_Fuck!_" this was it.  And Suzie would have, but she
wasn't sure how Jimmy would react.  She knew most men would get
turned on by hearing a girl say that word, but Jimmy was such a
weirdo that she decided not to risk it until she'd had some time
to retrain him properly.
 
     Jimmy was finally paying attention to her boobies when
Wynter had to go put that stupid shirt over her chest and hide
them!
 
     _No!  He wasn't looking at my boobies, he was just looking
at one.  The right one.  He was looking at that stupid
birthmark!_  She felt her face redden as her anger flared, then
forced herself to stay calm.  _Plan C._  "Jimmy, would you rub my
leg?  The cramp hurts."
 
     "I can do it!"  Wynter said.  "I rub Daddy's cramps all the
time."
 
     "_Jimmy can do it!_" she snapped.
 
     Jimmy shrugged.  "I don't know how," he said.  "Wynter can
show me."
 
     That turned Wynter's smile up a few degrees.  "Okay!"
 
     Suzie gritted her teeth and forced out one word:  "_Fine!_" 
Then she remembered she was supposed to be in pain and tried to
look hurt instead of really, really _pissed off_.  She wondered
what Jimmy would say if she used THAT word, but decided not to
risk it, either.  Maybe when they were alone, but not here
with... _her_.
 
     "Which leg is it?" he asked.
 
     He was standing by her left leg.  She tried to look big-eyed
and really and truly helpless.  "That one."
 
     Wynter's face scrunched up.  "I thought it was your right
one."
 
     "_It was!  Now it's the other one!_"
 
     "Oh.  Well, I'll show Jimmy how on this one and he can
follow on the other."  As she knelt, she kept talking.  "Nurse
Carter said that massage can help a sore muscle even after the
pain has abated."
 
     "_Will you get on with it?_"
 
     "Sure.  Now, Jimmy...."
 
     Suzie had been glaring at the clouds.  She looked down when
Wynter stopped talking and saw the girl looking up and down the
left leg.  Wynter looked at her face, and she remembered to look
like she was in pain.  "Where's the cramp?" Wynter asked.
 
     She'd forgotten about that.  "The calf.  Hurry, Jimmy.  It
hurts something awful."  If she could just get Jimmy's hands on
her leg, she could maneuver him from there.  And if he thought
she was in pain, he might stop the little witch's talking and
start himself _doing_.
 
     "Like this, Jimmy," Wynter said as she took Suzie's right
calf in her hands.  But Suzie saw that Wynter's eyes were on her
left calf, with some kind of stupid, confused look on her face. 
Then Wynter said "Huh!" and shook her head once before looking at
Jimmy's face.  "Put your hands this way, so your fingers are
here.  That's it.  Now, you want to rub deep enough to make the
muscle relax but not so hard that you make the pain worse.  Keep
your hands on her leg and squeeze down with just your
fingertips...."
 
     Suzie glared at the clouds again and thought that "F" word
in a loud, screaming thought.
 
     _Wait a minute_, she said to herself.  _I wanted him to rub
my leg, and now he is.  Okay, so he's listening to... _her_...
but he's rubbing my leg.  He has to notice.  I wonder if his
thingy is getting stiff yet.  Probably not because he's still
listening to _her_.  But she'll run out of words soon, and then
he'll just have my leg to think about.  Should I have him lift my
leg to see the ruffles on my panties?  No.  Wynter would probably
just put _her_ shirt over my leg and let Jimmy see her in that
stupid bra.  Men like looking at bras just as much as they like
looking at bare boobies, though _she_ probably doesn't know that. 
Unless Kenny told her, that little....
 
     I know!  I'll tell him that the cramp is moving up to my...
my... rotator muscle or hamstring?  The hamstring would make him
lift the leg and see the ruffles.  But the rotator!  I can work
his hands right up to the ruffles.  Kenny and Caroline say men
really get turned on when they touch the inside of girls' thighs. 
I'll bet that if... _she..._ weren't here, I could have him
trying to cop an "accidental" feel of my cunny before he was
done.  Oh, _damn!_  Instead of those stupid ruffles I should have
worn those white ones with the pink flowers and the busted leg
elastic.  He could see some hair if I was wearing those.  I bet
if he saw some hair he'd get a stiffy that would poke his eye
out._  She couldn't stop herself from giggling at the image.
 
     "Did I hurt you?"
 
     She lifted her head to look at him.  The dolt had thought
the giggle was pain.
 
     "No.  I, uh, I just...."
 
     Wynter had to butt in, of course.  "It sounded like you were
laughing."
 
     "_It tickled, okay?_"
 
     She nodded and smiled!  The stupid little witch didn't even
know when she was being insulted and was... she was _being
patient_ with Suzie like she was dealing with someone demented!
 
     Wynter kept rubbing Suzie's calf--gently now, and it did
feel really good, the way it felt with Jimmy rubbing the other
one--and said, "When I said to rub easier, I didn't mean to rub
so lightly you tickle the muscle.  That can cause her to tense it
and trigger another spasm.  If you want to, I can let you
practice on me later."
 
     "_He's doing just fine!_"  She forced herself to be calmer
when she saw him react to her voice.   "But, Jimmy, the rotator
muscle is trying to spasm.  Can you rub it a bit?"
 
     She couldn't believe it!  The dolt asked _Wynter_ where to
rub!  And she was _holding his hand now!_  But Wynter just moved
his fingertips to the inside of his thigh and pressed them down. 
_Say, that feels pretty good!_
 
     She'd had leg cramps rubbed out before, but she'd forgotten
how good it felt to have her muscles massaged, even if Wynter was
one of the....  What the heck was that stupid word? 
_"Massagers,"_ she finally decided.  It felt even better to have
Jimmy's hands on the insides of her thigh.  She should talk him
into staying with her tomorrow and let him massage her thighs
some more.  Once he had fallen in love with her and would do
anything she asked, she'd have him massage her legs every day.
 
     _Why stop with just my legs?_ she decided.
 
     "That feels lots better, Jimmy, but could you rub a little
higher, please?"
 
     He moved his fingers up half a hand-width and she felt as if
an icy electric shock had passed through her body.  She started
fantasizing what could happen if Little Miss Future MD wasn't
around to interrupt her session with Lover Boy, pausing her
fantasy occasionally to ask, "A little higher please?"
 
     She finally realized he had pushed up the wide leg of the
cotton shorts and couldn't help but see the ruffles.  She opened
her eyes and looked at him.
 
     He had his head back and his eyes closed!  He wasn't
looking! "A little higher please?"
 
     She half-expected Wynter to stop him, but instead it was
Jimmy who said, "I don't think I should go any higher, Suzie. 
You should let your mom or Caroline take over.  Or Wynter!  She's
a girl, and she's going to be a doctor."
 
     The flash of anger passed almost immediately.  She'd been
lucky to get him this far with Miss Smarty Pants there.  She
should just count her blessings and wait until it was just the
two of them.  And Jimmy would have time to think about fondling
her leg after he was away from... _her_.  She could just picture
Jimmy lying in his bed tonight, playing with his stiffy and
thinking of her and the feel of her leg.  He'd probably have a
_wet dream_, too.
 
     "That's okay," she said.  "It feels better now.  Would you
help me up?"  As he stood she realized just how good her legs did
feel.  When they were married she'd have him massage her every
night before she'd let him do it to her.  That last thought broke
the reverie.  She's almost forgotten to look! _Oh, shoot!_ she
thought.  _Now I can't tell if he has a stiffy or not._
 
 
 
                              Three
 
     Dragon lay in the grass just off the sidewalk, his nose
pressed into the gap in the pickets of the gate.  He inhaled
deeply and released it in what Jimmy would call in humans "a
frumpy sigh."  His eyes flicked left, right, straight ahead.  He
lifted a forepaw and tilted his head to wipe a bug from his ear. 
Instead his ears perked and his head rose, then the forepart of
his body, looking as if he had been lifted to that position by
his ears.  With his ears still perked he rotated his head
slightly into what Wynter called his "curious pose."  In an
instant he was on his feet, his tail a blur as he looked toward
the east and the sound of Wynter's bicycle.
 
     He spun in circles, lashed his tail, and whimpered as his
human leaned the bicycle against the fence and opened the gate
from the driveway.  He tried to lick her face with doggie kisses
as she hugged his neck and said, "C'mon!  We gotta see Mother and
Daddy!"
 
     Wynter and Dragon found them snuggling on the family room
couch and watching "Casablanca."  She thought it was weird that
people would watch movies in black and white when they didn't
have to any more, but she could ask about that later.
 
     "Mother!  Daddy!  Guess what happened down at the docks!" 
She was still gasping from the hard ride.
 
     Mother gave Daddy some kind of weird look that Wynter didn't
understand, but apparently Daddy sure did, and reached for the
DVD remote.  "Suzie came to see you," she said, pausing the
movie.
 
     "Yeah!"  Then she did her own version of Dragon's curious
pose.  "How did you know?"
 
     "She called here looking for Jimmy."
 
     "Oh.  Yeah!  But when we told her about the spider, she
jumped up and lost her balance and fell into the water and got a
leg cramp and Jimmy had to rub it out!"
 
     This time both Mother and Daddy gave each other that weird
look.
 
     "Ummmm...."  Wynter looked at the way that her parents were
holding each other.  Against her will her voice grew faint and
hesitant.  "Am I interrupting something?"  _Drat!_ she thought,
and felt red creeping into her face.  _They were about to make
love or something and I made them stop._
 
     Each held the free arm out to her.  "Not at all, honey," her
father said.  "Your mother just needs a shoulder to cry on when
she watches a mushy movie.  She--_OUCH!_"
 
     Wynter giggled at the way her mother had pulled her arm
back, punched her father's ribs, and then flipped it back out in
an invitation to her, all in one smooth move.  She stepped into
the group hug and wasn't sure which felt better:  that type of
group hug or the way Dragon got all excited about seeing her upon
her return from somewhere without him.  She decided they were
equally good; just different expressions of love for her was all. 
Both made her heart feel too big for her chest as a warm, tingly
feeling rushed through her body.
 
     "Sweetheart, you're never an interruption for us," Mother
said as she kissed the top of Wynter's head.  "And we were just
watching the movie, anyway.  We can watch it any time."
 
     "'We'll always have Paris,'" her father said in a funny
voice that sounded sort of like one of the actors in the movie.
 
     Wynter was confused.  "Paris?"  She drew back to look at her
mother.  "You're going to Europe again?"
 
     Daddy laughed.  "No, honey, that was a line from the movie."
 
     Mother gave her a weird smile and nodded toward Daddy. 
"Your father was being a smarty pants again."
 
     Wynter giggled.
 
     "So let me guess," her father said as his hand rubbed one
warm circle on her slender lower back and her mother's hand
rubbed another above it.  "Suzie's leg cramp was bad enough that
she needed Jimmy's help to get home, but then it was cured?"
 
     "No," her mother said before Wynter could reply.  "Jimmy
isn't with her.  I'll bet he had to stay with her--in case the
cramp came back."
 
     "We both rode beside her in case it came back, so she
wouldn't fall over.  When we got to Ninth she said Jimmy could
help her the rest of the way and that I should come on home and
wait by the phone in case she needs me and calls."
 
     "That's original," her father said.
 
     Before she could ask for an explanation of what that meant
her mother asked, "What else happened?"
 
     Wynter's face echoed the sadness in her voice.  "Oh, it was
_really_ embarrassing for Suzie.  She was wearing a white blouse
without a bra, and the water turned it transparent.  I had
Jimmy's tee shirt...."
 
     Her father's hand stopped moving.  "What were you doing with
his tee shirt?"
 
     "He took it off when he jumped in to save her," she replied
and noticed that her mother had given him a _really_ sharp look. 
"I put it over her, but she got kinda red-faced.  I think she
knows he saw her breasts through the shirt because I wasn't fast
enough to cover her up.  I tried to keep her from being
embarrassed, but I wasn't good enough."  She snapped her head
around to look at her mother's grinning face.  "Why are you
laughing?  It wasn't funny for Suzie."
 
     "No," her mother agreed, forcing herself to stop, "I'm sure
Suzie wasn't laughing."
 
     Her father made that funny noise that happened when he gave
up on holding in a laugh and let it out.  "I'm sure it was
anything but funny for her," he said before breaking up in a howl
of hysterics.
 
     That started Mother going again, and Wynter suddenly felt
like a child showing her ignorance to the adults.  "What?"  She
grimaced when she realized she had whined the word.  Dragon
noticed it and pressed his cold nose into the back of her thigh,
causing her to jump.
 
     Instead of answering, Daddy gasped, "Was that Suzie's only
embarrassing moment?"
 
     Wynter looked back and forth between the expectant faces. 
"Well, yeah.  I mean, Jimmy didn't notice the other thing. 
Before she fell off the dock.  She was squatting down in those
baggy shorts, and you could see her underpants."
 
     "No, don't tell me, let me guess," Mother interrupted. 
"They were frilly?"
 
     _How did she know that?_  "Well, yes."
 
     Her parents started laughing again.  Her father gasped, "Of
course they were.  And Jimmy didn't notice!"
 
     "_What?_"  She couldn't stop the whine, nor could she stop
the tear that trickled down her left cheek.  That stopped her
parents' laughter like throwing a switch.
 
     Daddy got a worried look on his face.  "Oh, honey, we're
sorry.  But we weren't laughing at you."  He wiped the tear away
with his thumb and returned his hand to her lower back.
 
     "No, sweetheart, we weren't.  Your father and I have been
waiting for something like this and wondering how she was going
to do it.  We hadn't said anything because we wanted to let it
work itself out.  Here."  She released Daddy and scooted to the
side.  "Sit down and we'll tell you what's going on."
 
     Slender as she was, Wynter still had to squeeze into the
space between them, but that wasn't a bother.  The tight spot was
just a sit-down hug that got even better when Dragon put his head
down on her knees.  She knew that all three loved her with all
their hearts, just as she loved them.  But just like real
Doctors, Future MDs had to take care of business before enjoying
personal issues.  "What?" she asked a third time, but without any
whine.
 
     "Well," her mother began, "before we moved in here Ellen
told me that Suzie had her eyes on Jimmy.  She had staked him out
as her property.  Then we moved in and Jimmy took an interest in
you.  Suzie's trying to get his attention back to her."
 
     Wynter was shocked and ashamed of herself.  "You mean I
broke them up by mon... by mon-op-o-li-zing his time?"  _Drat!_
 
     "Of course not, sweetheart!"
 
     "Well, maybe in Suzie's mind," her father added, "but..."
 
     "_OH NO!_"  How could she have been so dumb!  "I asked Jimmy
to go with us to take Mother to the airport!  I'll have to tell
him to stay here and be with Suzie."
 
     "Unh-uh," Mother grunted, shaking her head.
 
     "No, ma'am," her father said.  "You invited him along and he
accepted of his own free will, didn't he?"
 
     "I thought maybe we could go to the museum or zoo or
something."
 
     Mother laughed.  "For Jimmy that might be construed as
coercion."
 
     "No!  I didn't say anything to him about that!  I wanted to
ask Daddy first."
 
     "I was kidding, sweetheart.  But your father's point is that
you asked and he accepted.  You can't take back the invitation
without a good reason.  It's not polite."
 
     "But Suzie...."
 
     "...had her chance to ask first.  She didn't.  She decided
to play games and trick him."
 
     "_Trick_ him?"
 
     "Yep," Daddy said.  "The frilly panties."
 
     Mother nodded.  "'Everybody' knows men can't resist a woman
in frilly underpants."
 
     "They can't?"  Daddy hadn't told her about that.
 
     "No," Daddy said.  "I mean, no, we can.  Well, most of us
can.  It's one of those things that 'everybody' knows that isn't
true."
 
     Wynter understood that.  "Like rubbing snow on frostbite."
 
     "Uh, yeah.  Exactly.  And when that didn't work, she fell in
the water.  Maybe that was an accident the way you described it,
but the thin, white blouse that turns transparent when wet and
the lack of a bra?  I'd say she was planning on doing something
similar if the panties didn't work."
 
     Wynter frowned in thought for a moment.  "Like when you told
me you were a 'tit man' and liked to look at women's breasts. 
Suzie thought maybe Jimmy was, too?"
 
     "Uh, yeah."  Mother looked at him, and he smiled back at
her, looking like an old sheep.
 
     The lights came on.  "Suzie didn't really have a cramp?"
 
     He shook his head.  "I doubt it.  It's possible, but not
likely."
 
     "Sweetheart, you're a Future MD.  Did anything seem odd
about the cramp?"
 
     "Well... no.  Except that it went away by itself when the
other leg started to cramp."  She thought about that for a
moment.  "Oh."
 
     "Now you're catching on."
 
     "She's using sex to get Jimmy's attention?"
 
     Her father nodded.  "Looks like it."
 
     Mother added, "She probably learned from Caroline that it's
the one sure way to get a man's attention."
 
     Wynter wasn't sure about that.  Mother's pronouncements
about "men" sometimes were as wrong as Suzie's were.  She made a
mental note to ask her father about it when they were alone. 
However, she had heard Suzie's sister called "the town slut" and
had to ask her father what that meant so she could put it in her
"Sex Terminology" notebook.  And Caroline did have a lot of
boyfriends.  But, "I don't think that would work on Jimmy.  He's
not interested in sex."
 
     "He's not?" her father asked.
 
     _That's weird_, she thought.  _He sounded just like that
when Doctor Taylor said he wouldn't have to wear a leg cast any
longer_.  "No.  Except from a scientific point.  He's kinda
thinking about becoming a biologist if he doesn't become a
physicist or chemist.  He's never said anything about girls."
 
     She had an idea.  "Can I ask Suzie to go with us so she can
spend time with Jimmy?"
 
     Mother raised an eyebrow.  "Suzie?"
 
     Daddy chuckled.  "Honey, you know Suzie.  Do you think she'd
have any interest in either the museum or the zoo?"
 
     She hadn't thought of that.  "No.  Elitch Gardens?  She'd
like the merry-go-round and the Ferris wheel!"
 
     "Yes, but what else?  Can you really picture her on the
parachute drop or even a roller coaster?"
 
     "I guess not.  Well...."
 
     He shook his head.  "Honey, you asked and Jimmy accepted. 
Suzie's free to ask him to do things, too, and he's free to ask
her if he wants to.  You each have to work out your own social
calendars."
 
     "Time management?"
 
     Wynter and Mother both giggled at the look on Daddy's face. 
"Are you sure you're only eleven?" he asked.  He cupped a hand
over her right tit and squeezed.  "These are about the right size
for an eleven-year-old."  Then he squeezed Mother's. "Of course,
so are these.  _OUCH!_"

 
     He shook his hand to remove the sting where Mother had
slapped it.
 
     "Wynter, somebody is being a smarty pants again," she said. 
"But he's right for a change.  When you start dating, time
management becomes a necessary skill."
 
     "But we aren't dating."
 
     Wynter was growing tired of watching them exchange _that_
look.  "We _aren't!_  We just hang out together.  We're _just
friends!_"
 
     "Well, _when_ you each start dating, you can think of this
as practice.  Okay?"
 
     She felt warm and tingly all over when Mother kissed her
forehead.  "Okay, I guess.  Does this mean Suzie won't call me
and I can take Dragon to the park?"
 
     Her father also kissed her forehead, making her heart feel
too big for her body again.  "I think that's a pretty safe bet. 
But if she does call, I'll come get you.  Okay?"
 
     Wynter bounced to her feet.  "Okay.  You two can get back to
your movie, then.  And whatever else you were doing."  She kissed
them goodbye and bounced up the steps to the hall, her
four-legged shadow in tow.
 
                              ~ ~ ~
 
     As the front door closed Angie reached for the remote
control but snuggled against Richard before continuing the movie. 
"Were we doing 'whatever else'?"
 
     Richard gave her a smirk and a kiss, running his tongue
briefly across hers.  He reached for a breast and had his hand
slapped again.
 
     "They're the right size for an eleven-year-old, remember?"
 
     "That's okay," he said, cupping his hand around it.  "I like
eleven-year-old tits."
 
     Her acid retort was cut off when he crushed his mouth to
hers and tried to block her vocal cords with his tongue.  _At
least it's only Wynter's he plays with and not Suzie's or any
other eleven-year-old's.  Or a sixteen-year-old's like
Caroline's._
 
     It was so typical of a man to resent having to share Wynter
with Jimmy and not caring about sharing himself between his
daughter and his wife.  But, she had to admit, she also was
grateful that Jimmy was keeping his little pecker out of her
daughter and, if Wynter was to be believed, that Jimmy had no
interest in sex at the moment.  Not that she thought Wynter would
lie to her.  No, but Wynter was still naive enough to not
understand what was actually happening.  Like with Kenny Taylor,
who she'd seen trying to sneak peeks down Wynter's blouse a
couple of times.  She might not have to worry about Jimmy yet,
but she had to keep an eye on Kenny.
 
     Her thoughts were pulled back to the moment when Richard's
hand slid under her shorts leg and his fingers fumbled their way
into her panties.  "Are we going upstairs now?" she mumbled
around his tongue.
 
     He pulled back and grinned at her.  "Nope.  We haven't
christened this couch in a long time."
 
     "Mmmm," she purred.  "But what if Wynter returns?"
 
     "Maybe she was too subtle for you," he replied as a
fingertip found her clitoris, "but she was telling us that she
wouldn't be back and that we had time to screw without Dragon or
anyone else to interrupt."
 
     She gasped as his light stroke ignited the smoldering coals
in the furnace of her crotch. "God, I hope Suzie doesn't call."
 
     He pushed her sideways until she was lying down and began
removing her shorts.  "She won't.  You can bet money on that."
 
     She jumped as, a foot from her ear, the phone rang. 
"Fuuuuck," she groaned and reached overhead for it.  "Hello?"
 
     She lifted her butt to assist Richard as she listened to the
reply.  "For piss sake, Sis, this isn't a good time to talk."
 
     As usual Diane was oblivious to everything but what she
considered important.  Angie had to use the mute button twice
when Richard tongued her to orgasm.  She was nearing a third one
when Diane finally had to go.
 
     Richard hung up the phone for her while she tore open his
shorts and seized his throbbing erection.  "Well?" he asked.
 
     "Fuck me," she said.  It was both a command and the answer
to his question.
 
 
Copyright 2005 Russell Hoisington

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