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   Candy & Lace Part 2 by The Razor's Edge



   "Jim, Candy's on line 3." It was Diane, my assistant, on the intercom.

   "Thanks, Diane."

   I always like talking to Candy on the phone.  She was always so
enthusiastic about everything.  "Hi, doll, what's up?"

   "Hi daddy.  Mom, me and Marce are going over to the mall after school so
we probably won't be home until about six.  Mom wanted me to warn you."

   "The mall, again?  Geeze.  Don't spend too much, okay?  I'm not making
supper, ya know".  Bring something back with you.  Is Marce staying for
supper?" I could only hope.

   Candy started giggling a little.  "Nope.  Her mom is picking her up."
Candy's voice dropped to a whisper.  "You'll be able to see her ass again!"
Did I hear right?  Did she use the word "ass"?  I was shocked.  This from
my little girl!

   "Candy!  That was a mistake last night and I apologized for it.  Give me
a break.  You shouldn't be using words like that.  You're only 11", I
scolded.

   "It's okay daddy.  I thought it was funny what you said last night. 
Actually when you first said it I thought you were talking about Marce's
ass, not her mom's.  You're bad, daddy!" she giggled again.

   There was no scolding this little creature.  It's all her mom's fault.
"Candy, please, we'll talk about this later.  I've got to go."

   "Okay, see you later.  Bye".

   Geeze, kids!  Eleven years old and talking about her friend's ass like
that.  I wondered if they talked like that in school.  Teachers must have a
real fun time.  Well, at least she was enthusiastic.

   I got home at about 6 pm and the girls were already back.  "Hi, guys." I
kissed Lace and gave Candy a hug.  I stuck out my hand to Marcia.  "Nice to
see you again, Miss Walters," I teased.  She shook my hand.  Her hand was
so delicate.

   "The pleasure is all mine, Mr.  Peters," she giggled.  She didn't take
her hand away.  Was she flirting with me?  Okay, two can play this game.  I
raised her hand and bent down and kissed it, European style.  I looked
directly into her eyes.

   "No, my dear, the pleasure is definitely all mine," I replied.  She
turned beet red.  I had won!

   I turned to Lace.  She was chuckling at my hand kiss.  "So, what did you
all buy?" I asked.

   "Well, we bought some clothes for Candy.  And Marcia bought a new skirt.
But ...  ah, I think Brenda is going to make her take it back.  It's ah,
... ah a little short." All three girls started giggling.

   Marcia was right on it.  "No she won't.  I've bought short skirts
before. Maybe some of them are even shorter than this one." She glanced at
me again and smiled.  Her eyes fell, as usual.  I wished she wouldn't do
that.  It was very seductive, very sexy.  Was she bragging?  Was she
hinting?  Was she flirting with me?  Not very likely, I thought; just my
imagination.

   She looked up at me again.  "Would you like to see the skirt, Mr. 
Peters," she asked, too formally.

   "Sure.  I'd be honored." I chuckled.

   She took the skirt out of the bag.  It was really quite cute.  It was
pink, with little pleats.  It was full, but very short.  "Ah ...  very
nice, Marcia, but also very short," I told her.

   She smiled.  "Well then, do you want me to try it on so you can see if
it's short enough, Mr.  Peters?" What a little flirt!  I'd die to see her
in the skirt but I wasn't going to tell her that.  Not now.  Candy and Lace
were still giggling.

   "I'll see it some other time," I chuckled.  "A special occasion,
perhaps. I like short skirts though." I winked at her.  Two can play the
flirting game.  Marcia's face showed disappointment.  I think she really
wanted to model it.

   I turned to Candy.  I had to change to subject or I thought I'd get a
hard on.  "What did you buy, kiddo?"

   "Just some underwear and a tee," she replied with her little girl
enthusiasm.  "Wanna see?"

   "Okay."

   She opened her bag and showed me three pairs of panties, all different
colors; all silky.  Then she pulled out a tee.  It was very short.  It
wouldn't cover her navel and would probably be an inch or two above it.  It
had spaghetti straps.  Too revealing, I thought.  "You like, daddy?"

   I did like.  "I guess but geeze, Lace, the tee is kinda short."

   Lace came to Candy's defense.  "Candy has a mind of her own.  But it
will be okay.  She'll grow out of it soon.  Don't worry about her so much."
There it was again.  Lace wanted Candy to grow up to fast; short skirts,
short tees.  All that skin.  Just then Brenda showed up for Marcia.  We
exchanged greetings with her and a few minutes of pleasantries.  They had
to go.  Marcia headed out the door after her mom.  She looked back at us
and wiggled her little ass.  Candy and Lace both laughed.  What's that all
about, I wondered?  Candy took her new stuff up to her room.  Lace and I
started to warm up the food she had bought for supper.  I was behind her
reaching for a ladle.  She backed into me.  She reached around her back and
grabbed by prick.

   "Nice, cock", she whispered and started laughing.  "It's a little hard.
Was it Marcia's little show?  Or did Brenda's ass give you this stiffy?"
She giggled.

   Her hand felt really good but I didn't think this was the time or place.
"Fuck, Lace, you're going to get me horny if you start talking dirty again.
And Candy will be right back down."

   "Oh, you don't want your little girl to see you have a hard-on, eh?"
Lace giggled.  Lace turned and looked at me.  She smiled.  "I dare you to
do something."

   "What now?"

   "I want you to use the word `tits' sometime in front of Candy.  You said
ass last night and she thought it was funny.  I want to see what her
reaction is when you say `tits'.  The girls probably say it at school all
the time anyway but I want to see what her reaction is when her father says
it."

   "Whose tits should I talk about?" I asked, laughing.

   "Doesn't matter.  It's just the word I want to hear." She was serious.

   Candy came back down for supper.  We were sitting at the table eating. I
looked at Candy.  "What's the deal with Marcia wiggling her ass when she
left?" I asked, using the word intentionally.

   Candy didn't seem surprised at all that I used the word "ass" for a
second time.  "I told her what you said about her mom and she laughed, so
she probably wanted to put on her own little show.  So what do you think?
Does Marce have a nice little ass too daddy?" She giggled, covering her
mouth with her hand.

   Only if she knew what I really thought.  Okay, if we're going to be
starting to use adult words here then I refuse to be shocked.  I'll talk to
the kid the way I would talk to her mom and see who gets embarrassed first.
I didn't change my expression.

   "Yeah, her little ass is pretty," I replied, trying to be serious as
possible.  "Someday she'll be a real head turner.  She has a nice figure
already."

   Candy looked at her mom.  Lace was non-committal.  She wasn't going to
let on that she was surprised or shocked about the conversation.  It was
just "normal" conversation at dinner.

   "Most of her figure is her bra," Candy stated, matter of fact.

   Now was my chance.  "Well, I don't know.  I think her tits are getting
bigger." I smiled to myself.  That'll shut her up!  I glanced at Lace.  She
smiled at me.

   Candy looked at me and then her mom.  Her eyes widened slightly.  She
was silent for a minute.  I think she was waiting for a reaction from her
mom.  Again, there was none.  I was surprised at Candy's reaction, or more
accurately, lack of it.  She turned to her mom.  "Mom, do you think Marce
has nice tits too?"

   Lace looked at me.  Our little 11 year old called my bluff.  Well, so
much for embarrassment.  "Candy, I don't know", Lace said seriously.  "I've
never seen them.  They're a nice size but it really depends what her
nipples are like.  People really like nipples Have you ever seen them?"

   Candy looked perplexed.  I was more perplexed.  It was like a game.  A
game she wanted to play but was unsure.  She looked at Lace and then at me.
I thought we had her.  She was thinking.  Finally she answered.  "Yeah, at
school I saw them.  We take different PE classes so I've never seen her in
the shower.  But one day after her shower she didn't put on her bra and she
was wearing a loose shirt.  She had a couple of buttons undone.  I looked
at her down her shirt and could see her tits.  They were real neat.  Her
nipples are pretty big.  They're kinda puffy and kinda brownie color."

   I couldn't help it.  My cock was stirring.  I had to take this a little
further now.  The conversation was getting unreal.  I liked it.  Okay, how
far could I go?  "You're lucky Candy."

   Lace joined in.  "Yeah, you are lucky, baby.  I'd like to see Marcia's
tits too.  I like the part about the puffy, brown nipples."

   Still there was no stunned reaction from Candy.  She had a big time
serious expression on her face.  She was thinking again.  "You guys want to
see Marce's tits!  Well, if you want I'll ask her over tonight.  I never
did get to see her wearing the mini-skirt she bought.  I'll tell her I'd
like to see her in it.  Maybe we can get her to show us her tits."
Unbelievable!  This from an 11 year old?  My cock was really stirring now.
Was Candy was getting into this too?

   I looked directly at her, serious.  "That'd be cool."

   Lace was pondering this whole thing.  "Maybe you could show us the new
tee you bought today too." She glanced at me for a reaction.  I smiled. 
She smiled back.  "It would probably make Marcia feel more comfortable.  It
could be a mini fashion show," Lace giggled, nervously.

   Candy regained her enthusiasm.  "That's a great idea, mom.  I'll go call
her now.  We'll have a fashion show!" Candy got up from the table and ran
for the phone.

   Lace and I looked at each other.  She winked at me.  I thought
immediately of last night.  Finally Lace said, "I want to be part of the
show too."

   "Fine with me.  What are you modeling?"

   "Don't know yet." I was full of anticipation.  My erection wouldn't go
down.  Fuck!

   Candy ran back into the kitchen.  "She's coming.  She'll be here at
about 8:30.  I'm going to somehow get her to show us her tits." Candy was
on a mission.  I could hardly wait.

   ...  to be continued