“Will do.”
I turned to Kasey.
“Is there like a smaller version I can order, next time, so I don’t feel like I’m throwing away half of your work?” she asked him.
“I gotcha, Kase,” our classmate promised.
“Thanks, Cindy. We’ll be back – maybe not next week – but soon.”
“See you guys,” she said – as we headed to the door.
“Hey, Reg,” she called to me, as second later.
“Yeah?”
“You need any napkins for the car?” she said, laughing.
“Very funny,” I groaned, opening the door for my overstuffed girlfriend – who was laughing just as loudly.
In the car, Kasey turned to me, “What about Cindy and Nick?”
“What happened to your cousin?”
“Plan B. I really liked Nick. I want to get him a girlfriend.”
“Maybe. I don’t know what Cindy’s really looking for. She’s so casual about everything. Nick’s really serious. I don’t know – it might work.”
“What if we bring him here?”
“We could. Cindy’s biggest problem is that her dad doesn’t have anybody else to work the counter – she’s almost already married – to her job.”
“That’s kind of sad.”
“Yeah. I mean – she doesn’t complain – but I’ve never seen her go out just to have fun.”
“I’ll have to think about it,” she mused.
“Tell you what, I’ll call Nick and we’ll bring him here in two weeks. We’ll see if anything sparks – but no meddling – clean room.”
“Fine,” she conceded, a little grumpily.
As we rode along, she took my right hand and laced her fingers through mine.
“You’re right,” she admitted. “Nick needs the real deal – not something I’ve manipulated.”
“I know you’re just trying to help,” I told her, encouragingly.
“You’re smarter than you look,” she said, laughing.
I tried to look like I’d been mortally wounded.
~~~ The Inspection ~~~
The door had barely closed before Kasey’s mom had my pants around my ankles and was fondling my cock & balls like a TSA agent.
“Mom! Behave!” Kasey barked. “You just had that thing down your throat like two hours ago. Nothing happened – and he’s still mine for another hour.”
“.. but, Baby ..” she complained.
Kasey handed her the to-go containers.
“Try these. If you’re a good girl, maybe we’ll take you with us next time.”
I pulled my pants up as Mrs. Williams headed to the kitchen with the leftovers.
I dropped my sandwich & drink on the table – and plopped onto the couch. Kasey snuggled in beside me.
“Sit on my lap?” I asked her.
“Why?”
“So I can see your eyes.”
“You just want to rub your boner against my ass,” she accused.
“Just a bonus ..” I said slyly.
She stood and started to sit across my legs.
“Face me?” I begged.
“You’re just trying to get me to dry hump you!”
“I promise I will not move – unless you tell me to.”
From the kitchen, between bites, her mother said, “Grinding your clit against his boner is not sex – and it will seriously improve your disposition.”
“Not helping,” Kasey growled, over her shoulder.
She did, however, straddle my lap – with her feet by knees and her knees beside my hips on the couch.
I tucked my hand under her arms and I wrapped my arms around her.
“You said you wouldn’t move,” she growled.
The arm-chair quarterback, in the next room, yelled, “False start! Five yard penalty! Repeat the first down.”
Kasey’s frustration with her mother was the only thing that exonerated me for failing to follow directions – although – in my defense – I thought it had been obvious that I was talking about movement below the waist ..
She wrapped her arms around my shoulders.
“How did I do tonight?” I asked.
“Are you this insecure? This is like the tenth time you’ve asked.”
“I want to please you,” I said, “I seriously like you – I’m not just trying to make your spreadsheet come true.”
“What a dolt! I obviously missed a calculation somewhere,” she said, chortling at me.
She released the hug, pulled my face in for a quick teaser-kiss, and said, “You did well. Maybe even good enough for a reward.”
At that point, she made a little circle with her hips – and my boner ground around on the fly of her blue jeans.
“Fuck! Kasey!” I moaned.
“Illegal Motion! Five yards,” Mrs. Williams yelled, between bites.
Kasey grabbed my shoulders and started grinding her mons around on my stiffy.
She closed her eyes. She seemed to be fixing a finish line in her mind.
“Can I hold your hips?”
“No.”
“Touch your breasts?”
“No.”
“Your face?”
“No.”
“Can we do this with just our underwear on?”
“Definitely not.”
I leaned back against the back of the couch and let her frig herself on my dick-bump.
It was stimulating me a little – but it wasn’t going to get me off unless I could participate more fully.
When her moaning intensified, I looked up at her face – determined – focused – climbing her own personal mountain.
“Tease my nipples – but nothing else – through the shirt,” she commanded.
Those tight little 22-calibre points where rubbing against the inside of her top.
I reached thumb & forefinger of each hand up and nipped at the tiny buds. When I finally caught one, she hissed at me.
“Enough!”
I went back to being a human sex-doll.
She was still, obviously, gorgeous – but the intense focus on her face was a little distracting.
All of a sudden, she ripped off her shirt and bra, calling out, “Suck my tits, my nipples, everything!”
I grabbed her rib-cage and started devouring her firm, delectable titties.
I licked, sucked, nipped, and nibbled her breasts, her areolas, and her nipples.
I had just started getting into it when she started yelling, “Stop! Stop! I can’t stop. Fuck! Help me, Reg!”
She was still writhing on my hard-on.
“What do I need to do?” I asked – looking at her anguished face.
“Too fast. I’m losing control. Help!”
Despite every primal instinct within me, I grabbed her hips, lifted her off of my lap, turned her sideways, set her across my legs, and pulled her to my chest – hugging her.
“You’re okay. I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have pushed your boundaries.”
She was sobbing, her breath gasping.
Her hand was between her legs – covering her sensitive sex.
I held her half-naked, trembling body and tried to do what I could to calm her.
She was doing that thing where you kind of hiccup from crying too hard.
I pulled her head to my lips and softly kissed her right temple.
“I’m sorry, Kase,” I whispered.
She was still looking off, across the room.
“It was me too,” she sniffled. “I want this. I want you. I love you. I hate you. I adore you. I despise you. I knew this wouldn’t be easy. You make it harder cuz you’re already turning into that copy of daddy that I have so desperately wanted for so long.”
I hugged her closer.
Her face cleared – and I could see her brain working overtime.
“I will keep my promise,” she stated finally. “I said a month. February has 28 days – which is four weeks. It’s been six days; tomorrow will be seven. Three weeks from tomorrow – assuming I don’t find out you’re hiding something horrible from me – I will give you my virginity.”
“So ..” I began.
“What?” she asked, conflicted, still looking across the room.
“We have three weeks to figure out how this is going to work – the three of us.”
She pulled back a little and looked at me.
“Up to now,” I explained, “you’ve been able to consider my past girlfriends as historical. To a degree, I think you’re doing the same thing with my relationship with your mom.”
“Kind of,” she admitted.
“You don’t have to decide anything now – and I know you’ve thought about it – but this – three weeks from now – things get weird – or they get awkward – or uncomfortable.”
From her seat, at the table, Mrs. Williams called out, “I’m all caught up. I can go another two years now.”
Kasey laughed, “Like hell! I’m sure you’ve watched that video of your face when Reggie was fucking you. You’re just gonna shut that off?”
“I can,” she retorted.
Kasey turned to her and said, “I don’t doubt that. You already have – and I know you’re strong enough – but it wouldn’t be right.”
I kissed the side of her head again.
“You sound like you’ve already got this figured out,” I chuckled.