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   SLEEP OVER

   Occasionally, my wife and I let our daughter have a friend stay the
night.  After all, that's one of the reasons my daughter selected a set of
bunk beds for her room.  On a particular weekend, our daughter asked if
Vicky could spend the night.  Now, I've been wary of Vicki all along.  Her
parents had been divorced and she had moved away with her mom, otherwise
she'd have been in the same school.  Vicky always brought out the worst
behavior in our daughter -- whiny, loud, belligerant -- but they hadn't
seen each other in quite a while despite ongoing phone calls.  I decided to
give Vicky the benefit of the doubt and agreed to the sleepover.

   Vicky and her mom showed up just before dinner time as scheduled. 
Vicky's mom gave both my wife and I a generous hug before she departed. 
She wasn't overly developed, but the crush of her breasts could not be
ignored.  I was surprised at how turned on I got from her brief squeeze. 
My wife and I couldn't have sex that night to relieve my condition, with
the girls staying up until the wee hours.  After all, they might hear us. I
decided it could wait.

   We let the girls have pizza, favorite food of young people everywhere.
As they sat at the kitchen table, I took a good look at Vicky.  Time had
matured her physically, but I was waiting to see if her behavior had
improved.  She took after her mom, with a nice set of breasts riding high
on her chest under a polo shirt, and she was almost as tall as my wife. 
She wore a knee-length skirt and high white stockings that made her legs
look even longer and more lovely.

   At one point during their meal, Vicky dropped her napkin, and leaned
over to pick it back up.  On the way to sitting position, she wacked her
head on the edge of the table, and yelped in pain.  I went over to see if
she had broken the skin or if there was a noticable lump.  I ran my hands
through her hair, bit didn't find any problems.  The touching and smelling
affected me, and I was again turned on.  As I was walking away, her napkin
fell again.  I offered to pick it up, lest she have another accident.  I
went under the table from the other side, and Vicky spread her knees to
afford me a view of her thighs and panties.  I took in the view and then
realized I'd have to come back up quickly lest my voyeurism be discovered.
I almost banged my head on the table.

   My wife and I stayed in other rooms of the house.  The girls watched a
movie and must have talked for hours.  Finally, my wife and I said
goodnight.  The girls promised to get to bed soon, as my daughter had an
early appointment the next day.  Every once in a while, I would come out of
my sleep and I could hear the whispers coming from down the hallway.  When
I got up the next morning, I slid on a pair of jean shorts, which is what I
always do when our daughter has a friend sleeping over.  I checked the
calendar to discover that she and my wife had left for a park district
class.  Vicky's mom wasn't scheduled for another couple of hours, making
the most of her time alone to run errands and such.

   I peeked into my daughters room and didn't even hear Vicky breathing. 
Fearing the worst, I crept in to make sure everything was all right.  Vicky
was on the top bunk.  She must have had a restless sleep, because she had
thrown off the covers.  She was lying on her stomach wearing a large
t-shirt, and it had ridden up on her thighs.  I gently walked to the head
of the bed and touched her shoulder to wake her, since she needed to get
dressed and have breakfast before her mom showed up.  She rolled over on
her back, and I could see her breasts moving freely under the thin
material, her nipples making small points in the fabric.  I have to admit I
was getting ideas, being alone with her and all, but remembered that she
was underage.

   When she rolled onto her back, Vicky had raised one knee at an angle. 
Carefully and quietly I walked to the foot of the bed and stole a peek up
her nightshirt.  Since she put her leg down just as I got there, I was
treated to only a glimpse of her bare pussy.  Now I was really getting hot,
and decided to go the bathroom to relieve myself before she got up.  As I
got to the door, Vicky spoke, "Oh, I'm so naughty.  I just can't get out of
bed." She sat up, her hair just brushing the ceiling, yawned and stretched,
and stuck out her chest, making her succulent breasts even more visible for
an instant.  I had a definite hard-on in my shorts, and I wasn't sure if
Vicky had noticed.  She moved her legs around from under her sidesaddle
position and crossed them, Indian style.  The t-shirt was stretched over
her knees by her wide leg stance, and her young pussy hair was just visible
in the shadows of the material.

   Vicky leaned back, supporting herself by her arms.  Now the shirt was
pulled tight across her breasts and had risen to expose her flat stomach
sloping down to her fully exposed crotch.  It was lovely.  "Sometimes my
mom has to prod me to get out of bed in the morning.  Do you think you
could do that, Mr.  Jones?" Vicky asked in a sultry voice while she stared
directly at my crotch.  I stood there, frozen, afraid to move lest I make
an inappropriate decision.  After all, Vicky was jailbait, no matter how
mature and desirable she looked.  She pulled her knees up to her chin and
hugged them with her arms, exposing her pussy in all its glory, and begged
"Puhleeze prod me out of bed, Mr.  Jones."

   I took my first step, and it was towards the ladder.  I climbed up and
bumped my head on the ceiling.  Vicky laughed as she leaned forward and
opened the fly of my shorts and they fell to the floor below.  I looked
down the front of her t-shirt at her small round and firm breasts and
hardened nipples and drooled.  She got down on all fours before me, waiting
for my move.  I lifted the hem of he t-shirt, and saw a juicy pussy just
waiting to be "prodded."

   I took my hands and balanced myself by holding the front of her thighs
and leaned forward to taste her pussy.  She startled at the feeling of my
tongue against her lips and I probed and sucked and licked them into juicy
readiness.

   I took my hard-on out of my skivvies and moved closer to her.  She
reached back to help me put it in, and I almost came at her first touch. 
Evidently she was no virgin, as I entered rather easily, all the way up
into her cunt.  I reached around with both hands to squeeze her breasts and
pull gently at her nipples, and she wiggled with appreciation.  We were
fucking with great enthusiasm when I heard a creaking sound, and then a
couple of the boards holding the upper mattress broke.  I was too into our
coupling to stop, and finally shot a load up into her.  I couldn't tell if
she had an orgasm or not, but she had a big grin on her face.

   Vicky was fed and cleaned up when her mom arrived.  I got the same
obligatory hug, followed by one from Vicky.  After they left, I made an
emergency run to the hardware store to buy some replacement slats for the
bunk beds.  It was illegal, immoral, and probably fattening, but it was
truly memorable.  Vicky can sleep over any time she wants!

   An Original H M Tale