Inside, Vicky was between Stephanie’s thighs trying to get her off, but mostly just enjoying the taste of her wonderful snatch. Stephanie, however, was far too nervous about getting found out to come anywhere near orgasm, and was just letting her girl work if out of her system. When she heard Cal’s footsteps, then heard them stop, she held Vicky’s head fast in her hands until she heard him move on, a gesture which Vicky only thought was an act of intensity, and increased her efforts in vain to get her lover off.
Unfortunately for Stephanie, she knew Vicky wouldn’t rest until she’d had at lest one good orgasm, and she actually was turned on enough to want to take her there. But she also knew Vicky wasn’t the most quiet of mistresses, and try as she might when she finally got her off with her tongue, the hand over her mouth was not enough to stifle the scream that just once erupted from her throat. Down the hall as he was just dozing off, Cal heard the unmistakable sound of passion, but was easily tired enough to still fall asleep.
———
The next morning he was up and about before the girls, and was getting his second cup of coffee when Stephanie stumbled sleepily in to the kitchen.
“Hey, sleepyhead,” Cal said as she walked past him. “There’s some java there if you like, cups are in the cupboard right over it. You guys sleep ok?” He tried to watch her out of the corner of his eye to gauge her response, but she managed to keep her back to him, fumbling with the coffee.
“Oh, fine, great, thanks,” she said, somewhat hurriedly. He leaned against the doorway, watching her as she maneuvered over to the fridge, keeping her back to him. “It’s a nice bed, and we both fell right to sleep, you know.” Once she’d got the cream and sugar, still doing her best to avoid eye contact, she said, “well, probably my turn in the bathroom,” and darted back down the hall.
Cal went back to the living room and read the paper while the girls got ready. After about ten minutes Vicky came padding in, her curly hair hanging damp and limp just past her shoulders. She was wrapped only in a towel that just barely extended below her butt, and was holding a bottle of lotion in her hand. He looked up, trying to hide his surprise, then waited for her to ask what he thought would be a quick question. Instead she came right up to him again and sat down on the edge of the sofa, placing the bottle down on the coffee table and pressing some into her palm.
“Morning!” she said cheerfully and casually. “That bed is great, we slept so good once we finally fell asleep. Oooh, I hope there’s more coffee!” She lifted one leg up onto the table and began rubbing the lotion into her calves.
“Uh, yeah, want me to get you a cup?” From his reclined position he couldn’t see, but he was hoping to God she had some underwear on.
“Oh, that would be awesome. Just a little cream, please. You don’t make it too strong do you?” She looked him straight in the eye as she continued to get more lotion, then rubbed it further up her leg under the towel.
As he got up, her eyes, locked on his, kept him from investigating beneath the towel, so he quickly looked off. “Steph said you guys fell right asleep,” he said, probing for more information as he went into the kitchen.
“Hm? Oh yeah, I guess. We talked for a while in bed, though, you know how girls are. We get together like that and we just can’t help ourselves.” When he came back into the room she was ready for him, and dropped her leg after catching him looking, but kept it up long enough to make sure he’d seen the crotch of her sheer white panties. She put her best innocent smile on her face and again locked his eyes, reaching out for the coffee. “Oh, yum, gimme that, I need it bad.” She grabbed the cup with both hands and took a big sip.
“Mmmm, perfect, thanks.” She put it back down and proceeded to moisturize her other leg, making sure the towel opened up just enough to both show some extra thigh as well as give him a glimpse of her abdomen. She watched her legs as she did so, giving him the opportunity to look as long as he wanted while he sat back down, this time a little further away on the sofa. When he didn’t pick the newspaper back up, she knew she had his attention.
“So, what do you think we should do today?” she asked, keeping him off guard.
“Excuse me?”
“Oh. I guess I mean what should I do today. You know, in the afternoon while she’s still with the university people. Should I hang out by campus, or come back and wash your car?” She looked up and smiled at him, certain he’d been checking her out.
“Ha, right. Um, yeah, there’s a bunch of little shops down there you can browse about, and a coffee shop every fifteen feet to hang out in. There’s huge bookstore, too. I bet you can fill the time.” He returned awkwardly to his paper, not reading a word of it.
She finished her legs and sat up tall, placing her hands on her knees matter-of-factly. “Ok, great. I’ll find something to do, since, as you say, we’re always up to something, right?” She got up, leaving her coffee and the lotion on the table, and made her way out of the room. As she got to the doorway she removed her towel and brought it up to her hair, assuring that he’d get an excellent view of her bum through her transparent panties, and perhaps a glimpse of breast as she rounded the corner out of sight.
Once again he found himself wrestling with his thoughts. Is this girl trying to seduce him, or is he just being a pervert and misinterpreting her innocent teenage actions. Either way, it was trouble for him. The sight of her perfect young butt instantly gave rise to his shorts, and he had to sit with the paper for a moment to let it subside. But the more he thought about it, the harder it got, and he was praying Stephanie wouldn’t come back in the room for a few more minutes.
Back in the bedroom, Stephanie heard Vicky come in as she was putting on her make up. “Oh my god, I think he heard us last night,” she said getting a glimpse of her topless friend in the mirror. “What the fuck, tell me he didn’t see you like that?”
“Relax, of course not. He’s fine. I don’t think he has any idea,” she lied. “Besides, he seems cool. What difference does it make to him if he knows?”
“Come on, Vick. What if he told my mom? I totally don’t want to deal with her on this. You so do not know what she’d be like if she knew we were fooling around. I’m so close to getting out of the house, I just don’t want anymore hassle with her. So please tell me you’re going to be cool about it this weekend.”
“Ok, damn, just calm down, you’re so wound up about it. That alone is going to clue him in, you know? I’ll be good, but you gotta start acting like yourself again, girl.”
Steph gave her a long look, then turned to finish her make up while Vicky dried her hair and got dressed in a jean skirt and clingy tee. Stephanie dressed a bit more conservatively in jeans and buttoned shirt. They packed their shoulder bags and went down the hall to wait for their ride. Vicky wanted to give her friend a reassuring hug, but figured that would just make her more tense, so she let it go.
Steph made a pretense of cleaning up the kitchen a little to further avoid Cal, but Vicky went back in and sat down across from him in an armchair. He kept reading the paper, so she didn’t start a conversation, but rather sat there with her knees slightly apart, staring out the window to the back yard. Whether he looked or not was his decision, she’d already done her damage for the morning. At nine-fifty the doorbell rang, and the girls said goodbye and left with little fanfare, leaving a much-relieved Cal to go about his day off undisturbed.
———
He spent his time doing the short list of chores he needed to get done, then ran a few errands before returning around three to settle in for a few good hours on the couch watching baseball. As he was pulling up the drive he noticed the skies getting darker and wondered if the girls’ plans were going to be affected by what looked like imminent rain. Which is to say, he wondered whether Vicky was going to come home and continue to torture him. That girl was driving him crazy, and he really didn’t want to deal with her on his own.
He finally settled in front of the TV with some chips and a beer, stretched out and watched the game for a few innings before dozing off. He was awakened an indeterminate amount of time later to the sound of what had to be Vicky coming through the front door.
“Cal? I’m home!” She appeared a moment later in the kitchen doorway. “Oops, did I wake someone from their nap?” she cooed in baby talk. He just blinked at her in response, heavy with sleep and unsure what to say. “Man, have you seen it out there? It’s totally going to rain. I’m lucky I got home before it hits, that bus takes forever.” She spun around and disappeared down the hall for about five minutes, then came back into the kitchen, by which time Cal was more alert and able to converse.
“Does this mean Steph’s coming home soon too?” he asked, trying not to sound annoyed. ‘Or am I blessed with your vixen self all afternoon,’ he wanted to add sarcastically.
“Dunno,” she said, coming in with a glass of wine and sitting down in the chair at the foot end of his couch. “Oh wait, I’m supposed to be your helper,” she said looking at his empty beer. “Lemme get you another one.” She scooped up the bottle and darted off to the kitchen, returning with a new one, for which he thanked her. “Whatcha watchin’?” she chirped, sitting back down.
Seriously, did he need to respond to that? It was quite obviously baseball. “Hockey,” he said in a deadpan voice, “perhaps you’ve heard of it?” Upon giving her a closer look, it appeared she’d removed the bra from beneath her tight fitting t-shirt, either that or she’d been dressed completely inappropriately for her visit with the school. Her delicate nipples were clearly visible atop the soft rise of her small breasts.
“Ha, ha,” she droned. “I just didn’t look closely, sports fan. Can I have some chips?”
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