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 Chapter 5 - Giving a Friend a Hand

   Craig Ely stood before the kneeling young girl.  Each hand was locked on
a scrunchy-tied pigtail on either side of her head.  Looking down he
watched her greedy mouth slurp on his long cock.  A bit lower her puffy
pink capped nipples were in plain view.  Somewhere below that was her
waiting and willing virgin sex.  A surge began to rise from deep within
him.

   "Stop, stop ,stop...don't move" he ordered breathlessly.

   Her pumping motion slowed and ceased as he held her head still, now with
only the head of his cock still between her lips.  His eyes rolled back as
he felt cum rise from his swollen testicles.  He held on a moment longer
before releasing with full force.  His knees almost buckled as wave after
wave of the warm fluid left his body and entered the warmth of her mouth.

   At last he pulled his cock from her lips and looked down at fourteen
year old Morgan.  There she was, the best friend of his daughter on her
knees with a full load of cum in her mouth.  His cum.  She looked up at him
with innocent blue eyes and a questioning gaze.  He smiled at her almost
comical look; lips pursed closed and cheeks bulging like a squirrel.  She
seemed unsure what to do next.

   He reached down and put his finger under her chin, tilting her head
back. "That's a good girl, a real good girl.  Now swallow."

   He watched her close her eyes and force down his ejaculation, grimacing
as she swallowed.  A moment later she looked back up at him, smiled proudly
and licked her lips.

   "OH MY GOD, DAD!!!" screamed his daughter Darsey.

   Craig shook his head and returned from his fantasy.

   "Didn't you see that stop sign!" she called from the back seat.

   Craig fumbled for a moment as he regained his composure.  He wiped the
sweat from his brow as he re-clutched the wheel and focused on his driving.

   A moment later the girls spotted and waved at a friend out the window.
They yelled out something to her and then plopped back into girlie
conversation.

   Craig sighed relief and peeked into the rear view window at the two teen
girls.  He studied Morgan's lips as she spoke, giggled and laughed. 
Thoughts of those lips wrapped around his cock was just one of many
fantasies that he had conjured up in the twenty some hours since he had
seen her topless in the hot tub.  He glanced down at the video camera on
the seat next to him.  Hopefully within the hour he might get to see her
again.  His cock stiffened.

   As they neared the Ely home Craig fought off the sexual images and tried
to focus on anything else, cause there was no way he was going to hide the
enormous erection he was sporting.

   Morgan Healy sat in the back seat of the Ely car with her best friend
Darsey.  A best friend she allowed strangers to see naked on her webcam, a
best friend who she let swallow a drink spiked with a load of god know
who's sperm, a best friend who's dad had now seen her partially naked.  Did
Darsey have any idea who the girl next to her really was?  Could she ever
tell her that not only did she know that gross' guy at the soccer field but
that less than twenty four hours ago she was lying naked on his bed
touching his penis.

   As the car pulled into the driveway Morgan noticed Mr.  Ely's eyes in
the rear view mirror glance at her for perhaps the twentieth time.

   "Dad, can you put the video on TV?  You HAVE to see my last pass to
Morgan," Darsey pleaded.

   Craig stammered for a moment conjuring up a lie, "Umm, the battery is
just about dead.  Let me copy it onto a DVD for you both, it'll be easier."

   The moment they parked, Craig was out of the car and into the house. 
Morgan and Darsey got their stuff out of the car.

   "Geez, what's his rush?" moaned Darsey as her water bottled slipped out
of her hand and rolled under the car.  "Crap."

   Morgan laughed and hauled her bag over her shoulder.  She kicked off her
cleats and entered the house.  She pretended not to notice that down the
hall Mr.  Ely was slipping out of the laundry room.  She smiled to herself
as she knew just what he had been doing.  Were all men so predictable?

   Half an hour later Craig looked out the back window at the two young
girls playing in the above ground swimming pool.  He had tried so hard not
to stare at Morgan when she came out of the laundry room in her bikini just
a few minutes earlier.  But as the girls walked out the back door he
couldn't help but watch that perfect little ass.

   Quickly he made his way to the laundry room and pulled the video camera
out of the clothes basket.  His heart was beating a mile a minute.  In the
twenty minutes it took the girls to decide to go swimming he had changed
his mind more times about the camera than he could count.  He tried not to
imagine the unholy embarrassment, not to mention all the trouble he would
be in if she found it.  When Morgan finally went in to change he almost had
to run to his own bathroom to puke he was so worked up.  He had it placed
just so the lens could peek through one of the holes.  There was no way she
could see it.  A few minutes later he was sitting at his computer desk,
stroking his cock as he watched the image of Morgan entering the laundry
room.  He giggled to himself as she not only locked the door, but pulled on
it just to make sure it was shut tight.  Craig then unconsciously held his
breath as she dropped her bag in the floor and took out her bikini and set
it on the washing machine.  Leaning over she rolled down her long red socks
and flipped them into the corner, followed by her red shorts.  When she
pulled her soccer jersey over her head she paused a moment as it seemed to
be stuck on her pony tail clip.  Craig marveled at the sleekness of her
body: long toned legs, flat belly and indentations where her ribcage shone.
How tightly that black sports bra gripped on to her.  When the shirt rested
on the floor next to the other items he didn't care which came next, bra or
panties.  It was the exact same thoughts that went through Ted's mind and
the dozens of others that had watched her get naked.  At last she crossed
her arms across her body and took hold of the bottom of her sports bra. 
One more moment...
As Morgan climbed into the pool she knew she was perfecting the art of
teasing.  Teasing that almost crosses the line to downright nasty.  Even
without looking directly at it, it hadn't been hard to see the shiny lens
in the laundry basket, though she doubted she would have noticed it if she
wasn't looking for it.  As the basket sat on a chair in front of a door
mirror she could feel the eye watching her, waiting patiently to capture
her nude form for another's pleasure.  This was a feeling she had grown to
know and love, an addiction of sorts.  But this time she was messing with
him, turning away from the camera just as she removed her bra.  She had
slipped on her bikini top without turning back.  She had then grabbed her
bikini bottom and took it in the tiny adjacent shower/bathroom to change.
All that Mr.  Ely would see of her was her bare back.  The thought of that
suddenly dismayed her.  She could imagine his frustration of being so
close, efforts wasted.  How she could have pleased him.  She felt caught
between the game and the addiction.  Then she smiled to herself...all in

good time.

   Craig held his orgasm at bay until his heart and cock wilted in
disappointment.  Nothing.  No tits, no ass, no bush, nothing.  He sat for a
moment and then rewound the tape to her pulling off her bra top.  He
replayed it again and again noting that her small panties did nothing to
hide the exact shape of her ass.  He hardened and resumed stroking. 
Conjuring up the images of her topless on the hot tub was enough to send
him over the edge.

   After horsing around in the pool for an hour the girls got out, dried
and plopped down into the lounge chairs to tan.  After all the events of
yesterday, last night, the soccer game and the pool, Morgan was ready to
crash.  Darsey popped on the radio and immediately began to yap away about
something.  Morgan quickly tuned her out as her thoughts were already far,
far away.

   Morgan tried to review all that had happened in the last twenty-four
hours.  It was almost too much to believe, let alone deal with.  Right now
there was $5000 sitting in a bag in her closet because she had visited
Arthur.  How just did he find out whom she was and that she had a soccer
game?  And who was that other guy, Charles, yes that was his name. 
Although he had looked older than Arthur he was certainly more well dressed
than his sloppy counter part.  Even so, he was a bit overweight and hardly
the type get find a good looking woman.  Thinking back Morgan thought of
how sweaty and crappy she must have looked after the game.  He probably
wanted out of there as fast as he could.  Only someone as pathetic as
Arthur could want her.  She recalled how he had wrapped her fingers around
his penis and moved it up and down.  It was weird just how soft and hard it
was at the same time.  His face had ecstasy written all over it.  Morgan
played back the entire scene and figured out when he must have taken his
condom off and how she could barely breathe as the full force of his body
pressed into her, ultimately grunting and shooting his sperm inside her. 
That was okay though, since she hadn't yet had her first period.  She knew
that there was absolutely no way to get pregnant yet.  And yet she had had
an orgasm.  How could that be?  Arthur probably never made anyone orgasm in
his life.  Did he even notice hers?  And after him there was Ted and
everything he did, stripping her, touching her, licking her, putting his
penis in her mouth (umm, yes, that was much nicer than she had ever
expected).  She would never forget how he held her head and pumped it in
and out and when he ahd put it back in after having an orgasm and a little
more came out in her mouth.  A slight sweetness that left an aftertaste in
her mouth.  And like Arthur he shot his sperm inside her as well.  Heck,
showing her boobs to Mr.  Ely seemed like no big shake.  Next time he would
get his film footage, yes indeed.  Morgan felt herself drifting off. 
Checking the box?  What did Arthur mean about checking the box?  Too much
to think about.

   Darsey's course voice shattered the tranquility.  "Hey Mor, can you get
my back?"

   Morgan flashed back to reality, opening her eyes.  "Umm, sure".

   Morgan sat up and applied a glob of lotion to Darsey's back.  A few
seconds of a sloppy job later, "How's that?"

   "Great, thanks" Darsey chirped.

   Morgan lay back down, this time on her stomach.

   "Let me getcha back" offered Darsey.

   "K"

   The hot lotion and Darsey's hands felt incredibly relaxing and soon
Morgan was zoning out again.  Her thoughts had ceased and the only thing
she sensed besides Darsey's fingers unhooking her bikini top was the voice
on the on the radio, an interview with some hip-hop star.  The first word
caught her attention, "Sex...sex be everywhere, don't you know, in the
streets, in the houses, places you ain't never thought of before, [beep]ing
everywhere.  What?  Oh [beep] sorry man.  Anyway, you may not see it, but
it be there boy, it be there, and it be waiting for you.  Most folk don't
know that and that is why they miss out on a chance to jam.  Now open your
ears to my new spin and open your eyes and get busy."

   Morgan knew he was right, sex was everywhere and she had been plenty
busy.

   Craig had been busy too.  Already his cock was hard again as he peeked
out the bedroom window.  How he wished he could trade places with his
daughter right now and be the one rubbing not lotion, but his cum that he
had just splattered on Morgan's back after fucking her.

   It was around five-ish when Darsey suggested that they go out to TGI
Fridays for dinner.  Craig said that would be fine and Morgan too was very
up for it.

   Morgan suddenly cringed, "Oh Crap, I have to sit for the Driscoll's
tonight."

   Darsey saddened, "No way Mo!  What time?"

   Morgan glanced at the clock and sighed, "In like a half an hour"

   "Come back over afterwards, you can sleep over.  C'mon."

   "I dunno Dar, I don't feel real great, I'll call you later from their
house.  They let me use it once Joey is asleep."

   Morgan looked at the clock again, "I don't have time to go home and
back, is it okay if I take a quick shower here?" then she glared at Darsey,
"seeing how someone put like a GALLON of lotion on me."

   Craig's heart stopped again as he cursed himself silently, "SHIT!" Here
she was, about to get a shower and he forgot to put the camera back in the
basket.  But perverted minds work differently than others and like the
Grinch, he thought of a lie and thought it up quick.  "Before you girls do
all your running around, throw the solar cover back on the pool, will ya?
It's supposed to get windy tonight and I don't want all the leaves in it."

   Five minutes later Morgan was locking and checking the laundry room
door. Instantly she knew what Craig was up to in the time they were
outside. Earlier, when she had gone to the bathroom the camera was gone,
but now it was back again.  Again she teased as she entered the bathroom
section with her bikini still on.  In the shower found herself incredibly
aroused.  What if Mr.  Ely could see her now, leaning back against the
shower wall, suds running down her body, fingers jammed deep inside herself
trying to recapture the fullness of last night.

   An hour later Craig was thanking God as his computer spewed forth video
of young wet Morgan dropping her towel.  The resolution was so fine he
could see the beads of water on her back and perfect little ass.  Then she
turned around.  He could see everything, absolutely everything.  And when
she reached up to dry her hair with her towel her legs spread just a bit,
enough so he could make out her tiny cunt lips.  A few moments later he
would forget all about that long distance' shot as she grabbed her hair
dryer and moved in front of the mirror to blow dry.  The mirror, of course,
was right behind the laundry basket.  Morgan's virgin little pussy was only
inches from the camera, close enough he could count every hair, see every
fold.  Craig came as he imagined her scent, her taste.

   Right on time the doorbell rang at the Driscoll household.  Morgan
turned and watched Mr.  Ely drive off after giving her a lift the five
blocks over.  Mr.  Driscoll opened the door and smiled when he saw her.

   "Sorry I'm late Mr.  Driscoll.  I almost forgot", she apologized.

   "Oh, don't be sorry Morgan, you're right on time.  Come on in."

   When Morgan entered little Joey came running over on cue to great her
with a big hug.  As she kneeled to hug him she noticed how Mr.  Driscoll
maneuvered himself around to the front of her.  But there would be no show'
today as she only had a high collar tee-shirt on, but geez, just how much
can a girl do in twenty four hours?  Then Mrs.  Driscoll called her into
the kitchen.

   "Morgan," Mrs.  Driscoll paused as though she were about to reveal a
secret, "Now you can say no if you want to and don't feel bad about it if
you do but we were hoping it wouldn't be a problem with you."

   Morgan was dumbfounded.  "Umm, what?"

   "Relax, it's nothing really," She continued.  "But my father is here. 
He had a stroke a few weeks ago and he's been living here."

   "Oh my God, I'm sorry." Morgan consoled.

   "It's okay dear, we've gotten used it.  It's been easier than I
thought.."

   "Your Mom must be very upset." replied Morgan.

   Mrs.  Driscoll gave a slight chuckle, "Oh no, they've been divorced
since I was a kid.  He had cheated many times.  He was born a playboy and
never remarried, too busy carousing with the woman even now at his age,
well up until a few weeks ago.  It's kind of sad to see him in this state.
But there is no need to worry, Herbert, my dad, just sits in his bed and
stares at the TV.  He doesn't talk and can't even recognize that his own
daughter is talking to him."

   "Gee, I don't know"

   "Like I said, it will be okay if you say no, but really, you won't even
know he is here.  And you have our cell if you need anything.  Unless we
help him he doesn't budged."

   Morgan shrugged her shoulders, "I guess so."

   Mrs.  Driscoll broke into a huge smile, "Oh thank you dear.  We had a
nurse here for a weeks but insurance ran out so we haven't been able to get
out much as you can imagine.  We'll be back by nine, I promise."

   "It's no problem Mrs.  Driscoll, take your time."

   Morgan was glad to see them go and was happy to enjoy the company of a
simple two year old.

   "Are you gonna turn out like all other men?" She asked little Joey.

   Joey just smiled and took off running.  Morgan chased after.

   By seven Morgan was tucking little Joey into bed.  She gave him a kiss
and partially shut his door as she left.  As she made her way down the hall
she peeked in on Herbert.  Just as Mrs.  Driscoll said he was sitting, eyes
glued on Alex Trebek as he introduced three new contestants.  She sighed
and wondered how the brain could change someone so much.  Then she grabbed
a Coke from the fridge and plopped on the couch with the phone.  For the
next 45 minutes she gabbed with Darsey and finally agreed to come back over
for a sleepover.  Morgan really just wanted to get back to her own bed and
just sleep.

   Just as Morgan hung up the phone she heard Joey whimpering from down the
hall.  She jumped up and checked on him.  A few soothing words and he was
back to sleep in no time.

   Again she made her way past Herbert's room.  She stopped and looked in
again.  He was still staring at the TV unmoved.  Intrigued, Morgan quietly
entered the room.  Still he didn't look at her or even budge.

   She waved her hand and meekly announced "Hi, Mr.  umm Herbert, I'm
Morgan." No response.  She moved around the side of the bed and stared at
his face.  He seemed so intent on the TV that it didn't even seem that
there was anything wrong with him, and even though just a few months ago he
was chasing the ladies he would never again.  Again she called his name,
this time louder but still nothing.

   Morgan looked up at the TV.  "Hmm, Wheel of Fortune, you like that show?
It's kinda okay, but I never get the puzzles."

   After watching the show for a minute she grabbed the remote from the
bottom of the bed.  "How about some MTV?" She went to change the channel
but accidentally turned the TV off.

   She looked back at him, "Oops, sorry..." His gaze just went unfocused.
When she clicked the TV back on his eyes returned to the TV.

   "The TV really does keep you company, eh?" She changed the channel to
MTV where an episode of Real World' drama was playing.  She looked back at
Herbert.  He was still staring at the TV but with even less intent than
before.

   "Guess you like the bright lights and all the bells and bings." She
looked back at the TV.  She hadn't seen this episode.  "You won't mind if I
watch for a minute, just till the next commercial." She knew he didn't
mind. Even if he did he wouldn't say anything.

   A minute later came the standard hot tub scene after the night at the
bars.  As usual Rachel and Johanna were fighting over some guy and both
came out in the skimpiest of bikinis.  Morgan could only wish she had a
body like Rachel's.

   When Morgan peeked back at Herbert she noticed his eyes were wide open,
staring intently at the screen.  Morgan looked back at the two vixens on
the TV, then back at Herbert.  Oh, he was staring alright, with luster. 
Suddenly a commercial came on.  When she looked back at Herbert his eyes
were half closed again.  Morgan chuckled, "Once a ladies man, always a
ladies man." Then she pouted.  "So am I just chopped liver then, eh
Herbert?" She stood up.  "Herberrrrrt" His eyes remained glues to the set.
"Hmph, Guess I should remember to bring my bikini next time." She switched
the TV back to his game show.

   Morgan almost jumped when she heard the garage door start to open. 
Quickly she ran out of Herbert's room and cleaned up what little mess she
left.  Fifteen minutes later Mr.  Driscoll was dropping her back off at
Darsey's house.  When she got out of the car she counted her money and was
dismayed to see the much smaller tip than usual.  "Geez Mr Skimpy," She
thought to herself, "sorry if you didn't get to see down my shirt tonight."
But with five thousand dollars in her closet there wouldn't be much need to
baby-sit anymore.

   Morgan was exhausted but she managed to stay up until after midnight
with Darsey watching all sorts of crap on TV.  Mr.  Ely, of course, was
extra attentive to her but they didn't see much of him since they hung out
mostly in Darsey's room.  The one time she did run into him in the kitchen
he was unable disguise a total go over and removal of clothes' with his
eyes.  Immediately afterwards he disappeared to his room.

   Around 1 a.m.  Morgan was almost asleep as the girls sat on the floor of
Darsey's room with empty bowls of ice cream and popcorn watching TV.  She
hadn't even noticed what Darsey was watching anymore.  Heck, she even
missed the end of SAW', despite all the killing and violence.  When the TV
came back into focus she had to shake her head to make sure what she was
seeing, two woman making out.

   "What are you watching Dars?"

   Darsey blushed for a moment.  "Oh it's the L Word"

   "The what word?"

   "L Word.  It's an HBO series a kinda soap opera but all the women are
gay.  It's really an intense show, I mean about all the relationships."

   "You always watch it?"

   "I dunno, I kinda got hooked on it.  Not cause the lezzy stuff but it's
just a good show, gets real serious."

   Morgan tried to watch but it seemed as confusing as the long winded
narration Darsey tired to give to explain.  She was intrigued however when
the two woman were in bed.  "Just how do two women do it?" she thought. 
However it was, they certainly portrayed it quite erotically.  When the
scene had returned to some normal' conversations Morgan climbed up into
Darsey's queen size bed.  Ever since they were little they always slept in
the same bed.  It was different for girls though, sleeping in the same bed
didn't bother them as it would the boys.  "Okay, it looks like a good show.
Stop explaining.  I'm going to sleep." A moment later Morgan rolled on her
side and was fast asleep.

   Morgan didn't know what time it was when she woke but it was pitch
black. For a second she had to remember where she was.  Was the bed
shaking? Then she heard a soft moan from the other side of her.  Geezus,
was Darsey doing what she thought she was doing?  Then she noticed Darsey's
heavy breathing.  Yep she was.  Whoa.

   Morgan didn't know what to do.  She wasn't about to say anything and
embarrass Darsey but this was so weird.  Not only that, she felt cramped on
her side and needed to change positions.  In fact she had to move her arm
just a bit right now.  After that Darsey stopped moving.  Then Darsey
rolled on her side and two girls lie back to back.  A moment kater Morgan
rolled comfortably onto her back but her left hand accidentally landed on
Darsey's hip.  For some reason or other she left it there.

   "Morg, you awake?  Morgie?"

   Darsey laid in fear that Morgan would answer her whispering call. 
Because if she did, then she was awake, and if she was awake then she'd
know that she was doing, masturbating.  That would be THE single most
embarrassing moment in her life.  But the L Word' was too good tonight.  On
the show she had watched Bette having an affair with a woman that she
seduced in a New York City night club.  It was just too fucking hot.  She
had almost made herself cum recalling how they had so seductively stripped
each other clothes off, ran their hands over each other and kissed.  But
she had stopped just short of orgasm because she thought she Morgan was
waking up.  So she sighed and rolled on her side knowing that she could
finish her fantasy after Morgan left in the morning.  Then she felt Morgan
roll as well and thought that, well, that maybe she was awake now.

   But there was no reply.  Darsey lie silent listening to Morgan's steady
breathing.  She whispered again, and again there was no response.  Knowing
how tired Morgan seemed earlier it was no surprise that she was deep
asleep. It also wasn't a surprise that she could feel the heat from
Morgan's hand through the sheets on her hip.  There was no doubt that
Morgan had become a gorgeous girl.  She would break many hearts, both men
and women's.  It was just yesterday that she thought this, in the hot tub.
It wasn't fair that Morgan could look so good.  Suddenly the TV fantasy
returned to her, but this time Bette wasn't closing herself in the hotel
room with the woman, she was in the room with Morgan.  The older woman had
seduced Morgan and was stripping her clothes off, touching her body,
kissing her lips.  Darsey couldn't stop her left hand from sliding between
her legs and allowed her other to touch Morgan's hand.  She did this with
barely a motion, smooth and light as possible.

   Morgan felt shivers run through her body the moment that Darsey hand
glided over hers.  Despite the incredibly awkward feeling she didn't move,
trying her best to feign sleep.  It became even weirder when Darsey let go
and slowly begin to push the covers out from under her hand.  Just as her
hand felt the soft material of sweat pants, that too began to move.  Her
hand now resting on the warm flesh of Darsey's bare hip, Morgan's heart
began to race as the sensation of warmth flowed through her.  Again she
controlled her breathing as Darsey once again lie motionless, listening to
her.

   Darsey couldn't remain motionless for long as the fingers on her left
hand was already pulling wetness from between her legs.  Her fantasy was in
full flight and the combination of Morgan's hand on her bare hip only
fueled the need to bury her fingers inside her and release that incredible
feeling.  The orgasm, which she only recently become acquainted with, not
so oddly coincided with her first viewing of the L Word.  But this was
awkward.  Not the situation, but her position.  She needed to roll on her
stomach or her back, both of which she found could stimulate a different
kind of orgasm.  Tonight, however, it was obvious which way she would roll.

   Morgan could feel Darsey's body begin to rock slightly.  She then felt
Darsey do something she wasn't really expecting.  Ever so slowly she could
feel Darsey shifting to roll on her back, but as she did so she held
Morgan's hand still.  Morgan could feel the soft skin slide under her
fingers as Darsey rolled.  Down her hip and finally coming to rest on
stomach, no actually it was below her stomach.  Was that really pubic hair
that her fingers rested in?

   The two young teens now lie side by side on their backs.

   After all the moving Darsey lie motionless once more, praying that the
shifting had not woken her friend.  Again convinced, she slipped her
fingers back between her slightly spread legs and into her wetness.  This
time, however, her masturbating hand rested next to Morgan's.  Her other
hand slid under her sleep shirt and she began to caress her own breasts. 
Normally she would fantasize about herself being with one of the women from
the show but this time it was Morgan and that was somehow hotter.  Of
course the sensation of Morgan's hand on her probably had something to do
with it.  But how would she do it?  How would Bette make love to Morgan? 
She knew they would be rolling passionately in the bed, naked, sheets
flying as they kissed madly.  Breasts touching, yes, then she would kiss
down her body.  Morgan's back would arch when she took her small breast
into her mouth.

   Morgan could feel herself getting extremely wet as the girl next her
writhed and moaned softly.  She could feel muscles in Darsey's body tighten
as she continued to masturbate, her body rising slightly as she extended
and contracted the muscles in her legs and butt.  Morgan desperately wanted
to touch herself as she could feel her nipple stiffen and the folds of her
sex began to swell.  Then she felt her hand being forced further down
between Darsey's legs and pressed firmly against the hot wetness.  She
actually had her hand between another girls legs.  Then a hand cupped hers
and began to force her finger within the slippery folds.

   Darsey pushed Morgan's finger inside her and then buried her own as
well. She felt it coming, all was good.  She removed her hand from under
her shirt and moved it under the sheets and over Morgan's bare leg.  How
warm and wonderful.  Yes, Bette would be on top of Morgan as they made
love, pressed hard together moving towards orgasm.  Bette would start to
moan loudly as she came, as they both came.  No it wasn't Bette at all, it
was her, she was fucking her best friend.

   Morgan felt Darsey's body buckle and knew she was having an orgasm.  She
didn't know how Darsey would ever expect her to sleep though all this as
Darsey's was rubbing herself furiously now and her breathing short, choppy
and loud.  Darsey was squeezing her leg so hard it almost hurt, but it
didn't, it felt incredible.  So great in fact that she allowed herself to
slide her own finger inside herself.  She knew Darsey wouldn't notice.  She
wanted to cum so badly but even as the thought came to her Darsey let go of
her leg and relaxed with a staggering sigh.  A few minutes later Darsey
carefully put her hand on the bed next to her and then rolled on her side
away from her.  Shortly after that Morgan rolled on her side, balling her
hands under her chin.  She could still feel the slight stickiness on her
finger and unconsciously moved her hand to her face.  She thought she would
be grossed out by the smell, but it was different.  It was sex, girl sex.
That was the last thought she had before she fell asleep.

   The next morning Morgan woke alone in the bed.  Actually it was the hair
dryer that woke her.  Darsey was already up, showered and dressed.  When
she finally climbed out of bed she was presented with a long with a list of
things for them to do today.  But all she wanted to do was go home and
sleep some more.  A day of absolutely nothing and nobody.  Damn she still
had a report to work on for School tomorrow.

   An hour later Morgan shut and locked the front door of her house and
crashed on the couch.  Finally some peace and quiet.  She crashed on the
couch without another thought of Arthur, Ted, Charles, Mr.  Ely, or Darsey.

   The quiet ended at 2pm when Morgan's mother came in from the garage. 
She of course bitched on how messy the house was and wasn't it supposed to
be Morgan's job to keep it clean?  That was how she was earning her $15
weekly allowance.  She didn't want to lose out on that money now, did she?

   Things actually cooled down a bit after that as her Mom apologized for
being grumpy.  She had a late night and really just needed a shower now. 
After she left the room Morgan realized how little her mom knew of what was
going on, typically clueless, but she loved her nonetheless.  Her mom did
sleep around quite a bit when in between boyfriends and was probably
considered easy.  She was quite open about sex, perhaps too open.  Heck,
she'd probably help her get on the pill if she asked.  She doubted though
that her mom wouldn't just drop dead if she knew what her innocent little
daughter had been up to this weekend.  When her mom came back downstairs
Morgan was working on her paper at the kitchen table.  Again she apologized
and wanted to make amends for being gone most of the weekend.

   "How about dinner out?"

   Morgan smiled at the thought of not having to make them both something
for supper, "That works for me."

   "Can we stop at the mall first?  I wanted to pick up an outfit I had on
backorder."

   Morgan shuddered at the thought.  The last thing she wanted to do right
now was go to the mall and run into Arthur or something.  "What store?"

   "Bloomies of course!"

   Morgan sighed relief.  That was part of the Rockland Mall, the other
side of town.  "No problemo"

   Her mom smiled.  "Okay, but it looks like you need a shower too."

   Morgan didn't have to look in a mirror to know that was true.  Twenty
minutes later she was walking back into her room after a very long shower
with only a towel wrapped around her wet body.  She shut the door and took
off her towel and wrapped it around her hair.  She glanced over at her
computer and the gleaming eye of the webcam as it stared endlessly at her.
She couldn't image that anyone even watched anymore.  And ever since Yahoo
shut down all the user chat rooms she couldn't even see what the watchers
were thinking' anymore.  Had they moved somewhere else?  She was tempted to
just shut the thing off for good since it was the feedback and words that
she liked the best.  She finished drying her hair, put on a pair of panties
and sat down at the computer.  She un-hid the webcam viewer and user list
and sure enough there was 15 users watching.  Probably they just left their
screens on all the time and weren't even watching.  She glanced at the
viewer and could herself clearly sitting there, breasts exposed for anyone
to see.  But she knew all these names, did these guys ever do anything but
sit at the computer?  Occasionally a new one would pop up but mostly the
same people.  Then the user list started growing, 17, 21, 25, 30, which was
the max.  They most definitely were watching.  A few of the names she
didn't recognize, which was kinda cool.  She could only wish she knew what
these new guys were thinking.  Then she thought of the money.

   Morgan sat herself on the floor of her closet, which was out of view of
the cam, and took out the bag from Arthur.  She untied the knot on top and
peeked in again at all the cash.  Look at all of it, just because she let
Arthur, yeah, she let him.  For a moment she wondered if his sperm was
still inside her.  Did it come all out when she pee'd?  She really didn't
know.  Maybe it would always be there.  She let the thought go as she
reached and pulled out a couple of 20's.  The Rockland had a Hot Topic and
wouldn't it be nice to get something cool, maybe a new Evanescence or The
Used shirts.  Wearing something new to school was always in'.

   She was about to close the bag when Arthur's comment at the soccer field
came back to her.  Something about checking the box.  But this was a bag?
What did that mean?  She dug through the money until she came across a
small envelope.  Pulling it out she tore it open.  Inside was a small key
and note.  The only words on it were " P.O.  Box 721, Vienna ".  Vienna was
the next town over.  A post office box.  That was the box he was talking
about.  She grinned as she realized this was Arthur's way to communicate
with her.  There was probably a note in there, probably having to do with
Charles.

   "Geez, whatta you guys think I am?  Pass around Pam?" She muttered as
she hid the key, note and cash again.  She got dressed in a black tee shirt
and put on a ball cap.  The last thing she wanted to be right now was sexy.

   As it turned out Morgan and her mom had a fun time at the mall.  Her mom
even gave her some money to use at Hot Topic just so she didn't have to use
up all her baby-sitting money.  Heh, if she only knew.  They ended up just
eating at the food court, which was fine.  Morgan was just content to eat
with a crowd and have no one notice her in her baggie pants and band shirt.
And no one gave her a second glance in this fancier mall.  Morgan recalled
the interview on the radio from yesterday.  Sex be everywhere.  Yeah right.
Not today.

   As they got ready to leave the mall her mom pulled out her cell phone
and excused herself to make a call.  Probably another date, probably for
tonight.

   "And Morgan, be a dear and run into CVS and get me some of that Migraine
stuff I use.  I think I have one coming on.  You know which one it is."

   "Sure Mom"

   Morgan entered CVS and made her way back to the medicine aisle.  She
quickly picked out the right bottle.  She examined the label.  "Gee, all it
has extra is caffeine, what a crock." She took the bottle to the front
counter and handed it to the lady.

   "Hey don't I know you?"

   Morgan looked up at the lady and recognized her at once.  It was Ms. 
Tibbits, her phys.  ed.  teacher from 6th grade.  Her hair was now a lot
shorter, almost a man's cut and she had put on a few pounds as well, but
she was still had a semi pretty face.

   "Oh Hi Ms.  Tibbits."

   "You remembered!  You're Morgan right?  I never forget a face.  How are
you?"

   "I'm doing good Ms.  Tibbits"

   "Great, but call me Leanne.  We're not in school anymore."

   It suddenly came back to Morgan.  No she wasn't in school anymore was
she.  Morgan recalled back when she was in 6th that Ms.  Tibbits left
teaching in the middle of the year.  Something about inappropriate conduct.
She had never been sure what that meant but had heard various rumors
ranging from stealing girls underwear to being caught masturbating to
fondling one of the high school girls during her after school program.  In
any case she knew it had something to do with her and one of the girls,
which of course meant that she was lezzy.

   "Okay, Ms.  Tibbits, I mean Leanne."

   Ms.  Tibbits laughed gleefully.  "Wow, you've really grown." She paused,
"But not too much.  You don't want to grow up too fast now do you?  Are you
in high school yet?"

   Morgan shrugged, "Next year."

   Ms.  Tibbits rang up her purchase as her interest grew.  "So how are you
keeping busy these days?"

   "Umm, school mostly, and soccer and baby-sittting."

   Ms.  Tibbits perked up, "Babysitting?  My brother and his wife are
looking for someone new.  Would you be interested?"

   "Oh I don't know, I already have too many clients."

   Ms.  Tibbits seemed disheartened as she handed Morgan her change, "I'm
sorry to hear that, see they just moved into town and have no one.  Their
really in a bind."

   "Umm, maybe, I'm not sure.  Where do they live?"

   Ms.  Tibbits grimaced.  "Over in Butler , but I'm sure they or, or I
could give you a ride.  I'm trying to do everything I can to make them
comfortable here.  This would be a HUGE help." She smirked, "and make me
look good in the process."

   Morgan felt bad for her for some reason.  "I guess if I'm not real
busy."

   "Oh great!" Ms.  Tibbits took out a small notepad.  "Here, write your
number on this."

   Morgan scribbled her number down on pad.  "Why am I doing this?" She
thought to herself.  "This is ridiculous.  Why would she want to come all
the way out to my house to get me to baby-sit.  There must be a thousand
kids in her area."

   "Thank you Morgan.  I promise you, I'll make it worth your while."

   Ms.  Tibbits watched young Morgan leave the store.  "And maybe, just
maybe I can make it worth MY while." At 45, Leanne had had seven lovers in
her life.  The first a horrible, and her lone experience with a boy at age
17.  Never again would she let a man near her.  The other six were woman,
spread out over the following 28 years.  Two had been lasting relationships
of over four years.  None of them had been over the age of twenty-five as
older woman, despite their maturity, or maybe because of their maturity,
turned her off.  The youngest, and most recent, had been seventeen, a
troubled girl she came across doing some after school program at the high
school three years ago.  At first glance she knew the girl was most likely
gay.  It had been easy to seduce the vulnerable young girl and Leanne was
thrilled to find that she was the girl's first.  Unfortunately after only
their third encounter the girl got in some trouble and moved to Boston to
live with her father.  But by then Melissa's tight young body and spirit
had already spoiled Leanne and she soon began to crave for another.  She
found herself constantly fantasized about the girls in her high-school and
junior high classes, even sneaking peeks in the locker room.  At that point
in her career no one suspected her of being a lesbian, at least not openly
and she felt almost guilty at being able to watch these nubile young girls
change clothes every day.  But she had messed up.  She had picked the wrong
girl to try and seduce.  The girl had told her parents and it basically it
came down leaving her job and all charges would be dropped.  So for the
past two years she has had exactly zero lovers, mostly because no one of
legal age seemed to interest her anymore.  Her job at the factory provided
absolutely no exposure to anyone who fit that bill.  But after only a week
at CVS she came across what seemed to be a perfect candidate.  She was
young, pretty, perky, friendly and the most important factor, nave.  Yes,
there would be no mistakes this time, no doubt.  This would be her project.
Manipulate her slowly, expose her weak spots, draw on her compassions and
then compel obligation.  A precisely designed awkward moment and the young
girl's defenses would crumble allowing a brief instant for her to enter. 
Leanne would not miss that chance and once that line was crossed the girl
would fall and become her lover.  And that girls name was Morgan.  For the
first time in many months Leanne has something to look forward to.

   It wasn't until Morgan reached the parking lot that Ms.  Tibbits request
and her past came together.  Was she imagining things or was Ms.  Tibbits
no different from Arthur?

   "Geez," She whispered under her breath, "maybe sex do be everywhere"

   She laughed at how silly her ghetto speak sounded.


   END PART V