Author: Pescador del Valle
Title: Assassin
Part: Chapter 10 of 27
Summary: Ass, sass and sin.  A young assassin does more 
than befriend people when he tries to get close to his 
targets.
Keywords: Mf, oral, fff, f-solo, anal
Language: English
Copyright: 2009

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I had been given the job of getting close to one Adam 
Pringle - because he was a slippery bastard who was too 
nasty to live.  He was also a hard man to get access to 
but fortunately his twin children Mark and Kyra were far 
more approachable.

Mark was gay - in a town where NO-ONE who was gay 
admitted it.  You certainly didn't want your crime boss 
father to express his "disappointment" a second time.

And Kyra wasn't the sort to let her twin suffer any more 
and gave up her own love life while it might jeopardise 
his secret.  Then I came along, revealing my own 
attraction - to both of them.  It was an opportunity they 
took advantage of, just as I took advantage of them.

But I had some complications.  I'd submitted to some 
sexual blackmail by my foster-sister Anna and had sought 
to cover that liaison by dating not one but two of the 
other players from her soccer team.  I had expected I 
could play one against the other to keep things mainly 
platonic but hadn't counted on them teaming up.  Anna had 
been pissed at first but we'd settled matters and our 
fooling around got serious when we spent the evening 
making hazardous love in her bedroom.

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The week was relatively uneventful - but only by 
comparison to the few days prior.

Mark tried to avoid showing any sign of interest in me 
until Kyra took him aside and told him that was nearly as 
bad as being all over me; he returned to how he'd been 
before the weekend.

He did show an interest in a couple of the Sophomore 
girls, avoiding the one-on-one link up that might have 
been difficult for him and managing to steer clear of my 
particular folly with Rosalee and Hailey.  I had provided 
the model - taking it to an extreme even I hadn't 
intended - and Mark was "fitting in".

Kyra managed to get me alone for a chat as well - and 
swapped a little saliva in the process, something Mark 
could *NOT* risk.  Her father had had a *SERIOUS* talk 
with her about me and had only chatted (with pleasure) to 
Mark about the *GIRL* he had danced with.

Kyra was under no illusion as to how her family affected 
her personal life.  For "family" read "Father's 
Business".  She had a *SERIOUS* talk to him that she only 
made a brief reference to: "I told him not to come down 
heavy on you" and "Maybe you could get some of the others 
to come around if we organised something.  You *ARE* the 
first who's come for a visit."  I wondered if having a 
wider circle turning up would make things easier or 
harder; I would have to think it through.

---

Sports with Mark was interesting; the shower after 
daunting.  This time we stayed at opposite ends, almost 
ending up alone in there together simply *BECAUSE* we 
both tried to let the other go through first.

---

Anna showed restraint Monday night - or else she was 
sleepy enough in class to decide she couldn't stay up 
late every night - it would be easier if we could start 
fucking when we did go to bed rather than waiting for her 
parents to settle.

Brent was pissed though.  Anna had commandeered the 
computer "for homework" and he had had to watch TV 
downstairs with his parents.  I snuck in to the computer 
for my own purposes later - carefully clearing my history 
- and saw some of the sites Anna had been visiting.  I 
had trouble she had been asked to review contraception 
let alone techniques for giving oral sex (to females as 
well as males) and various illustrated descriptions of 
coital positions.  I didn't embarrass her but I did clear 
that history as well.

---

Anna decided to have the talk with her mother that night 
as well.  Since I had invited Rosalee and Hailey out 
supposedly as camouflage, Anna decided a similar tack 
might be useful though she didn't go as far as actually 
making a date.

She arranged for her mother to overhear her on the phone 
to a friend - after the call had actually ended - where a 
boy's name was mentioned as being cuter than another boy.  
I wonder if Pete and Simon would appreciate finding out 
their relative ratings.

She had joined me at lunchtime where those who had 
witnessed my dating exploits (including the two 
mentioned) let those who hadn't been there know of my 
unusual concept of double dating.

Since I had turned up with yet another girl, I got 
stirred about her as well and my declaration that "Anna 
is my new sister" fell on deaf ears - after all, those 
who had younger brothers or sisters didn't bring them 
along at lunchtime.

Anna responded with good humour and managed to do a 
little stirring on her own - mainly aimed at me but also 
at some of the others.  When they found out Rosalee and 
Hailey played soccer with Anna she was pumped for more 
juicy details but insisted she hadn't had a chance to 
speak to them properly - but that she would make sure she 
did.

So Anna met Pete and Simon and the rest and Ma heard her 
little girl discussing dating and then, with only an hour 
or so to absorb that information, Anna started discussing 
her sex life with Elsie, or at least the imaginary "This 
might happen sometime" version.

I suppose there were parental warnings and advice not to 
rush into things but Ma must have known any teen is going 
to know better than his or her parents.  I'm guessing she 
was probably pleased that Anna was thinking before doing 
- much better than doing and then regretting.

So Monday finished with Ma agreeing to take Anna to the 
doctor and Tuesday with Doug agreeing to his daughter's 
pleading (not too much but apparently enough) to let me 
drive her and *HER* friends to the lake for a swim.

He had tried to suggest Ma go with us but Ma herself 
declined; she already had other plans.  Anna, who had 
known this, won points with her father by her ready 
willingness to include parental supervision.  Surely 
nothing inappropriate was planned if we had wanted Ma 
there!

Anna then rang Rosalee and Hailey with the good news and 
left it to them to get their own parental approval.  They 
knew it was no good keeping the excursion secret; one 
parent talked to another at soccer if not elsewhere.  We 
had taken the two girls because their parents worked most 
Saturday mornings - but not all of them.  It was too 
risky to say we were going one place and be found to be 
some place entirely different.

Of course, Rosalee's mother and Hailey's mother got in 
touch with each other and then with Ma to see if I could 
be trusted with their daughters - at least in an 
automotive sense.  The outcome was favourable in most 
respects and the one cloud did have a silver lining as 
far as I was concerned.

Rosalee's mother was worried a late night Friday followed 
by an early morning Saturday and then a full day after 
that would be too much.

Perhaps too much Roger!

She told Rosalee that, until the end of the semester she 
would have to concentrate on her studies and include some 
family time and *THEN* allow for dating.  It might have 
helped if I'd been Catholic.

And of course she shared her views - whatever they were - 
with Hailey's mother so, with considerable heat and tears 
and promises to apply themselves studiously that in the 
end were ineffective, both girls had to eventually inform 
me that they were unable to go out with me on Friday 
night.  Knowing what Saturday was likely to be like, I 
felt like a prisoner getting a full pardon.

Tuesday also saw me creeping over the tiles to Anna's 
room.  There I ate her while she ate me until I called a 
halt and had her kneel forward so I could use my thumb on 
her as she had asked Sunday night when I had told stories 
as we had made love.

I didn't make her come in that fashion though I am sure I 
could have.  Instead she changed her mind as her body 
began responding and insisted that I fuck her properly 
from behind like I had two days earlier in my bathroom.

She reached between her legs at my instruction - keeping 
her motor turning over while I dressed myself for the 
occasion - then braced her head on flattened forearms as 
I entered her from behind and began to work the pair of 
us into a lusty frenzy.

I came after Anna this time and she was grinning at me 
when I turned her over.

"What?"

"I like it when we make love but fucking is fucking great 
too!"

---

Wednesday saw Mark seek confirmation that I was coming 
for dinner on Sunday and suggesting the three of us go 
out for a drive first.  It seemed I was going to be 
spending much of my weekend in one car or another.

I walked home from school by myself since Ma had picked 
Anna up for a fictitious shopping expedition.  I took the 
opportunity to make a detour of my own, shaking any 
likely tails and doubling back to avoid leading anyone to 
my contact.  I did notice my own side monitoring me - it 
was a case of points to them if I didn't see them and to 
me if I did.  I had the easier job since their mission 
was to not be obvious to anyone tracking me.

It was my friendly cab driver - based inside for the week 
now I'd introduced him to those I was in contact with.  
After that he'd rotate to some other job.  I reported on 
what had happened since Saturday night and what was to 
happen up until the next Sunday.  Since it was a time 
when I was only to consolidate my position I couldn't be 
blamed for spending it getting laid.

"You're what, screwing five of them?"

"Only four at present but who knows what Saturday will 
bring."

"Shit!  I wish I was young - or at least keeping a 
telescope on you.  Enjoy yourself Roger."

I assured him that I was and would.

---

Anna proudly showed me the packet and then removed the 
first month's supply to show me the tablets.  "I start 
next week and then, after a month to get used to them, I 
can have sex without condoms."

Ah, but after a month I'd be two weeks gone.

Maybe I could arrange something "next week" when Anna 
wouldn't strictly need protection.  I'd have to find out 
a little more about the rhythm method.  What were the web 
sites she'd been looking at?

---

Thursday saw me going to meet Doug at his farther store.  
He wanted to give me the opportunity to earn some "pocket 
money" which was amusing as I could have bought both 
stores if I'd wished.  Still I didn't want to strain our 
relationship now he'd agreed to my use of the car so I 
began my training as a barista.  It wasn't as if I had 
much else to do anyway - my homework was provided for me 
with an appropriate amount of misunderstanding and 
outright careless mistakes and I only had to copy it out 
which took about a third of the time that the real effort 
would have required.  Of course I could always drag it 
out to double the normal time to show I didn't have time 
to work as well.

While there though I did my best and paid careful 
attention; each skill I picked up could come in useful on 
later jobs.

---

There was a message waiting for me when I came home.  Al 
from Welfare had called to check how I was going.  He 
told Ma that he was pleased with my performance at school 
and made an appointment through her to see me the 
following evening.  Didn't he have anything to do himself 
on a Friday?

So, two pleasant surprises in addition to Al's message.  
Doug had praised me as well and put my unofficial wages 
in my hand as an incentive to agree to continue with the 
job.  Because "I hadn't been there" he was able to give 
me what he paid his more experienced employees after they 
had their tax and other deductions taken out.  I got more 
than I would have as a legitimate trainee and he paid no 
more, as well as avoiding the associated paperwork until 
I proved my worth and interest.

I counted the small pile of notes without being obvious 
and expressed honest thanks.  It wasn't the size of the 
gift that mattered it was the intent.  Had I been the 
seventeen year old orphan I was supposed to be I would 
have appreciated being given enough money for fuel on 
Saturday and some left over for entertaining the girls as 
well.  Doug had seen I was provided for but had also 
pointed out it wasn't a free ride without being blatant.

The fact that I was earning in the order of 10Gs a day 
for the pleasure of screwing his daughter didn't come 
into it.

---

I "finished my homework" and used the shower after 
everyone had gone to bed - making my point in the silent 
house.  A word to Ma in the morning - subtle, indirect - 
would possibly lead to my hours being my own again after 
I struggled with my studies after my next night at the 
coffee house.

She had dropped in to furnish me with one of *HER* 
coffees and Brent had sat for a few minutes chatting 
after he had showered.  Both were welcome interruptions 
since I had trouble stretching the work out.  I actually 
read through the text we were supposed to be studying, as 
well as someone's crib notes, and tried to compare the 
two.

Finally though I was clean and dry and, after a few more 
minutes, climbing in through Anna's window.  She had 
dozed off but woke immediately I touched her.  Anna 
didn't want to be screwing *EVERY* night (which I could 
appreciate myself) but by the time every second came 
around she was extra happy to see me.

Tonight I was made to sit on the side of her bed and she 
knelt in front.  Without fanfare she began to show me 
what she had learned on her own.  The internet could be a 
wonderful source of knowledge!

I had suggested things she might do while blowing me, 
simple things like kissing, licking, sucking, bobbing and 
occasionally nipping.  Anna had found notes on how to 
turn those simple exercises into a complex oral dance.

She found parts of me that were entertaining even though 
not as sensitive as the smooth bald head with its fleshy 
monk's hood.  It was like her clit.  If I only stimulated 
that she would get sore and possibly bored but, by paying 
attention all around, Anna got to recover a little so the 
next time I returned she found it even more rewarding.

Having her mouth play the underside of my prick like a 
harmonica was a pleasure I hadn't been shown.  Having my 
scrotum seized between her pearly whites or feeling her 
engulf one of my balls and try for two was a new and 
improved feeling.

Then her fingers massaged the short space of skin behind 
my balls and in front of my asshole while she puckered up 
and only allowed the little bump of prick flesh that 
poked past my foreskin to rest in her lips.  Her tongue 
ground into the piss slit while her other hand held the 
shaft steady.  Overall a very interesting combination of 
sensations.

That didn't mean she neglected the tried and true methods 
but now, as she sucked and bobbed, she used her hand to 
pump on me like a porn star.

Nor, when I warned her, did she let up.  I blew like 
Mount St. Helens and the inside of her cheeks must have 
been like the surrounding countryside covered in ash.

She kept me in her mouth for ages then slid off me and 
finally opened her mouth wide with her tongue extended to 
show the cavern was empty.

"Wow!  You have been busy."

"I've been studying."

"With a skill like that you could be very popular at 
school.  It felt absolutely amazing."

"I'm not interested in those at school.  That little 
skill is going to be just for you; my special thank you 
for fucking me so nicely and making love so sweetly.  The 
notes said guys really enjoy it when they can come."

"Well I don't know about the 'guys' but I certainly did 
and if it is something special for me I'm doubly 
thankful.  Are you okay doing it though?"

"Well it could taste a bit nicer but I guess I'll get 
used to it."

"You don't actually have to taste my cum you know.  
Here..."  I reached into my bum bag and found a couple of 
condoms.  "See; these are flavoured.  That one is mint 
and this is strawberry or cherry.  Something red anyway."

Anna was amused and I asked her why.  She went to her 
drawer - the bottom one - and pulled out a pack of a 
dozen condoms.

"A funny thing happened after Ma too me to the doctor.  
When we had the script filled she picked these up and we 
had another little talk.  The first item on the agenda 
was that, 'if and when', the pill wasn't protection 
against anything other than pregnancy.

"I could still face STDs if I had sex with someone who 
slept around but condoms would help there and she wanted 
to make sure that I knew what they were and had my own 
supply if the 'guy' was careless."

Anna made air quotes to indicate her mother's speech.

"She also emphasised 'I should put off sex for a while if 
I could' for a number of reasons.  We talked of cervical 
cancer and poor grades - though I'm not sure of the 
relationship - but then she mentioned that there were 
ways of keeping a boy happy that didn't involve sex and 
the risk or pregnancy.  Hand jobs - though she didn't 
call them that - and then oral sex were suggested.  It 
seemed I had a switch that had flicked from No Sex to Sex 
and she wasn't going to leave me ignorant.

"If a hand job or a blow job put off the day when I 
started fucking then she must have felt it was worth the 
mutual discomfort of us actually talking about the 
various types of sexual activity rather than limiting 
things to the birds and the bees.  She also implied 
without saying so in as many words that Dad might not 
appreciate hearing about the condoms or our talk of 
alternatives."

"Well you *ARE* still his little girl and guys are only 
after one thing."

"But Ma says you can be bought off with hand jobs and 
blow jobs.  *YOU* certainly don't seem to rush into my 
pussy when we're together."

"Maybe I'm interested in more than just the one thing - 
like seeing you feel good too."

"Only good?  Well you're an over-achiever then - except 
for tonight."

"Oh sorry.  Shall we swap places then?"

Anna was even sweeter for the lack of attention.  Her own 
mind was enough to excite her and I benefited as much as 
she did.  Tonight there were no stories, no fantasies; 
there was just some creative love making and I guess that 
was what was happening - we were making the love grow 
between us.  It was inevitable really; you either use 
someone or you respect them and if there is respect it 
can easily lead to deeper feelings.

If Anna had surprised me by extending her technique, I 
guess my finger massaging her asshole did the same to 
her.  When she realised that it was intentional rather 
than accidental *AND* that I knew what I was doing she 
relaxed which made it possible to do even more.

Her little ring kissed the pad of my finger, clamping 
down on the soft flesh I had pressed against her.  I 
wasn't trying for penetration - dry, it wouldn't have 
been pleasant for her but just teasing like this was 
fine.  Or more than fine perhaps.  Anna responded, tying 
to increase the pressure as I hoped she would.

She came and was dangerously vocal.

Once more we lay together and drifted off to sleep, 
though on Anna's bed this time.  It was warm enough to 
stay above the covers and it was only the stirring of her 
body next to me that woke me this time.  I returned to my 
room without waking her and resumed my sleep.

---

Friday passed much as any day at school was likely to.  
The only disturbing thing was Kyra and Anna striking up a 
friendship that concerned me for a couple of reasons.

Firstly I didn't really want the two sides of my life to 
get so close.  Kyra was work and I'd gotten into the 
habit of leaving that behind when I got "home" and walked 
through the door.  Then there was the possibility that 
Kyra would say something that would let Anna know I 
hadn't told her *EVERYTHING* about the girls I was seeing 
in addition to herself.  And then there was the possibly 
foolish idea that my lovers would be able to sense a 
similar quality in others and make them both suspicious 
even if they remained discrete.

I *SEEMED* to survive - only time would tell.

---

Friday evening and Social Worker Al's visit had been 
short and very sweet - it was mainly a chance for me to 
protest about how I was being treated if that was 
necessary.  He was pleased that I and Ma had no 
complaints and seemed to be getting on quite well.

After he had gone and we had eaten and were seated around 
the table, Brent decided to make fun of me for being 
stood up and I resisted the opportunity to make him feel 
hard up himself by informing him that,
a) there had been two young ladies involved;
b) the lack of a date had been as a result of parental 
dictate rather than the choice of the girls; and
c) the date hadn't been scrapped, merely postponed.

I did say that we hadn't gotten as far as choosing a 
movie and Anna said there was one that her friends had 
said was good.  Brent then suggested with his tongue 
firmly in his cheek that I should take Anna.

I wasn't expecting Doug to suggest I could do just that 
if we wanted to go.  He even threw in the use of the car 
so we wouldn't be too late home - Anna did have soccer in 
the morning.

Anna went to check the times while I helped clear the 
table and we both freshened up - she changing out of her 
school clothes into something a little more dressy while 
I was content with a fresh shirt.

I suspect Doug was giving me a chance to prove him wrong 
about letting me use the car the following day and 
carefully reversed out onto the street before equally 
carefully driving off.

"Want to go parking instead?"  Anna grinned cheekily.  
She knew we weren't about to do any such thing.

"Where's the park for the cinema?  That's going to be the 
only parking we do tonight."

"Spoilsport!"

"I know but I don't want to spoil tomorrow."

"I wouldn't wear you out that much."

"I meant by having your father change his mind about the 
car."

"So you're not worried you might need to conserve your 
strength for tomorrow's ordeal?"

"The climb won't be that hard will it?"

"I didn't mean the climb and you know it.  Besides it's 
nowhere near as hard as this.  Doesn't it get to be a 
nuisance getting hard all the time?"

"Don't you find it a nuisance getting wet all the time?"

"The nuisance is trying to get to the bathroom without a 
gang of other girls tagging along when I want to do 
something about it."

"And that happens often?"

"It does lately.  You think we have to keep quiet in my 
room!  Imagine making suspicious noises with half a dozen 
girls to hear you."

I personally had trouble imagining jerking off in a 
public toilet since I too could see a group standing 
outside the cubicle when it came time to leave - all 
wondering who the pervert was.

When we had parked, and kissed, and collected our 
tickets, Anna disappeared into the ladies - poking her 
tongue out at my suggestion that she be careful not to 
make too much noise.

She didn't go to ease her tension - I teased her by 
sniffing her fingers when she returned.  Instead she had 
taken the opportunity to move her bra from her body to 
her bag.

I'd grabbed an obligatory box of popcorn and a couple of 
drinks while waiting and after queuing for a short while 
we made our way to one of the side walls at Anna's 
insistence.

"Let me have the far seat," she said, slipping into the 
row ahead of me.

"There are better ones here."  Certainly the screen would 
be on less of an angle.

"These are perfect."  I had no doubts what Anna was 
talking about.

The seats had cup-holders in the arms and Anna placed her 
drink to her right and then lifted the arm between us.

"Mmm.  Cosy."

We watched as people settled throughout the cinema.  
Friday night seemed to be favoured by younger couples - 
at least they dominated the back of the house.  If they 
were all interested in each other then they wouldn't be 
paying attention to what others around them were doing, 
except perhaps for inspiration.

The lights dimmed a little as the theatre ads started.  
Something to feed a captive audience while giving the 
latecomers a chance to be seated.  The lights brightened 
briefly when they finished to signal something was about 
to happen then went totally dark.

There was a second before the first trailers lit up the 
screen and during that time I spotted the lighted screen 
over the other side of the cinema.  The palest green 
illuminated someone's face, a man's, before the coming 
attraction lit his face far more brightly and made it 
impossible to notice the hue.

I hadn't caught the glow by accident.  I had been 
watching because he had been the odd person out.

He certainly wasn't the only person his age here nor the 
only one alone.  He was, however, only one of two in that 
category sitting in the back half of the cinema and the 
only one behind (two rows) us.

He hadn't responded to my recognition signal so he wasn't 
*SUPPOSED* to be keeping an eye on me.  That didn't mean 
it wasn't his job or he might merely have been some 
voyeur getting his kicks.  I couldn't blame him if that 
was the case but I wished I knew for certain.  I *HAD* to 
be paranoid.

The easiest and safest solution was to assume it *WASN'T* 
"Merv the local Perv" with his low light camera.  That 
left me with three general options.

He was here for someone else.

He was here for Roger Torrent.

He was here for *ME*.

I wasn't paranoid enough to consider the last a real 
possibility.  If I was really known then there would be 
far bigger problems brewing and something would shortly 
happen to confirm my minders were getting me out of 
harm's way - either a fire alarm to clear the theatre or 
a bullet in the brain so I couldn't reveal anything I 
knew.

If it was a PI or cop looking out for someone else he 
fell into the same category as the perv - not a problem 
*I* had to deal with.

Hey!  Eliminating the too hard and the too easy was quite 
easy in itself.

Of course the last option then raised another question - 
who had set him onto Roger and the obvious answer had to 
be Adam Pringle, finding out more about the guy who was 
sniffing (at the very least) around his daughter.

"We have to behave - at least for a while - the 
management have got someone watching the couples.  No, 
don't look."

"Where?"

"A couple rows back, near the aisle."

"How do you know?"

"I knew someone who had to do it.  He was given a special 
camera that made everyone shine in the dark and could 
tell who was playing up.  He used to specialise in Friday 
Night make out sessions."

"What Infer Red?"

"Infra.  Yeah."  It was amazing what kids knew nowadays, 
thought the aged 19-year old!

"Damn, I wanted to do something special."

"Well we can provided we keep our arms down below the 
tops of the seats and you won't be able to lean against 
me."

"Double damn and fuck as well!"

"Nor that, sorry."

"How am I going to wear you out before you get to those 
sluts tomorrow!?"  I could see the evil grin on her face.

"Or is this just a story - the type to turn me off 
instead of on?"

"When I say, turn around and look directly back behind us 
as though you're looking to see if any of your friends 
are here.  Then move from one couple to the next until 
you see the guy by himself.  Don't be obvious, in fact 
keep looking past him and then over at the other side in 
front of us."

"Cloak and dagger!  Why shouldn't I let him know we're 
onto him?"

"Because they might replace him with someone we don't 
know."

"So you plan on bringing me back again.  Cool!"

"Have a look now," was my only answer.

Anna finished her observation as the first trailer ended 
and the next started.

"If he is over there he can't see through you even with 
*INFRA*-red?"

"No."

"Then what's to stop me doing this?"

She lifted her front to flash her tits.

"Nothing, except for all the people in front who might be 
turned around looking back at you like you just did."

"Oops!"  Anna covered herself and slid down a little 
lower in her chair.

"But they can't see my hand if I do this," I offered 
instead.

I found the hem she had raised and slipped my hand under 
the fabric.  Like this I could rub the back of my hand 
across her breast and with a little straining could hold 
it in my palm for a short while.

"Sit up and sit against me," I instructed and this time 
it was my left palm that held Anna's left tit; much more 
enjoyable for both of us.

"Hold the popcorn on your lap," she responded and, one 
handed, slowly eased my zip down and worked my prick out.  
The carton covered my exposed organ for the casual viewer 
and Anna did help herself to the popcorn as well as to my 
prick.

Anna made no attempt to give me a hand job but rather 
held me there in lieu of being able to cuddle me more 
openly.

"What will you do if someone comes down the row towards 
us?"

Anna thought for a few seconds.  "I guess I could always 
jump up and scream there was a cockroach in the popcorn 
then run out so you could zip up while people watch me."

Quite a schemer!  It was the sort of thing that might 
have been suggested in my "special" schooling.

We settled down to actually watch the film but my mind 
first played back the trip here until I was satisfied 
where I could have picked up a tail.  It had to have been 
close to home and yet there had been no cars that 
followed me for the first two blocks.  Being able to 
reconstruct events is almost as good as having 
precognition - but you don't feel stupid knowing things 
before they happen and so it comes third after realising 
them at the time.

There *HAD* been a car that had turned out onto the main 
road after us but it had sped past only to be caught at 
the lights so we caught up to him.  That would be neat 
work at deflecting any suspicion he was following us and 
something I would be careful of in future.  He had been 
two lanes closer to the middle of the road so I couldn't 
see car or driver clearly.  Then he had pulled ahead and 
moved in front of me, indicating for the same turn I 
wanted just a fraction of a second *AFTER* I had 
signalled.

Keeping in front of me was risky but there were only 
three highly likely paths unless I was going to someone's 
house.

The mall, the cinema and the pool hall were all in the 
same general direction at first with the club only a 
little way off.  If I had eliminated likely scenarios as 
to who he was then he, if it had been him, could do the 
same with destinations.

Once at the cinema he could be ready to follow us into 
any session.  Hell, he might have only been a passenger 
in the car or they could have communicated between two 
cars if necessary.  It depended on the resources of 
whoever Adam Pringle had decided to employ.

Adam would want to know what sort of guy was dating his 
daughter and, though it might be okay for me to see 
others while we were making our minds up, I was sure 
screwing them wouldn't be acceptable.

I had expected that when I started this project but 
hadn't expected to actually be screwing the "other 
girls".  It made being under surveillance a bit of an 
adrenalin rush and finding ways to fool around without 
being detected even more fun - not the most professional 
attitude I admit.

The question, as I watched the rest of the film, was 
"would my shadow be satisfied to report on a single 
innocent outing?"

I told Anna to put her bra back on in the bathroom before 
we left.

"I can put it on in the car."

"And if something happens and you don't get a chance?  Ma 
will be waiting and *WILL* notice,... and if she does 
then condoms and pills and cosy chats are going to go 
sailing out the window together with any outing tomorrow 
and we can expect even heavier surveillance."

Anna didn't disagree.  Everything I had mentioned would 
happen and she knew enough of her mother's moods to know 
that I might even be asked to move on.

This time I disposed of the rubbish and looked around the 
walls at posters while keeping an eye out for my friend.  
I could give a pretty good description if need be and 
knew he'd left.  I was sure he hadn't gone far and was 
going to try and ID his car before we "found" where we 
had left ours.

---

"You looked absolutely fabulous before, with your breasts 
just visible under your top.  I couldn't say it before 
with so many people around."

"Thank you.  I'd brought along one of my condoms and was 
going to blow you while you watched the movie.  I think 
it would be so scary having everyone around and I wanted 
to find out what it was like to make you come like that."

"You can when we get home if you like."

"I didn't think we were going to fool around every 
night?"

"That was more a guideline to stop me wearing a path 
across the tiles.  This is more a special occasion."

"Like what?"

"Our first date."

"But we didn't get to even fool around properly.  I don't 
see why we couldn't have kissed."

"When we get home."

Anna wasn't happy and it became obvious why on the way 
home.  I wasn't paying enough attention at first though 
since I had a number plate to memorise and a driver to 
test.  I realised he had the same car I'd noted earlier 
and was alone.  He also didn't swap off to another car 
during his pursuit so I was confident he had been working 
alone all along.

Under other circumstances I could have made sure he 
didn't make any report or I could have just given a 
signal to those who were supposed to be checking my back 
and let them do it.  As it was I couldn't afford to let 
Mr Pringle get upset that his investigator had 
disappeared.

Then I realised Anna hadn't spoken since we'd left the 
car park; since I'd told her I'd kiss her when we got 
home.

"What's up?"

"Aren't I good enough for you?"

Well at least she hadn't said a fateful "Nothing!".

"Huh?"

"How come I'm good enough to give you a blowjob *WHEN WE 
GET HOME* but I can't even hold your hand or kiss you 
when others are around?"

"You were holding more than my hand for much of the 
movie."  It was probably the wrong thing to say.

"Provided no one could see!"

"Well we didn't want them to see *THAT*."

"Well *I* bet the theatre didn't care if you kissed me!"

"No I guess I over-reacted there."  At least that was 
going to have to be my story.

"You think so?"

"I'm sorry.  I keep thinking we have to stop your parents 
finding out and then I make it more general.  I don't 
mean to."

"Would it matter if they did find out?  At least you 
could hold hands with me while we watch TV or give me a 
kiss goodnight."

"You're forgetting about the contraceptives.  If they 
think you're interested in someone else they won't worry 
as much about us but if they think we are even interested 
in each other they are going to start doing bed checks, 
you can be sure of it.  That was why I asked Rosalee and 
Hailey out in the first place remember."

"Yeah - as a distraction, not as slut toys.  Well I at 
least want them to know I'm number one and they can have 
what's left or go without - okay!?"

"I'd suggest we phrase it more diplomatically to them but 
I'm okay with that.  You don't want them telling your 
whole soccer team just because they get pissed with you - 
someone is going to let their parents know and then your 
parents will be sure to find out."

"Okay, I'll be nice about it.  I'm sorry if I've been a 
bitch."

"I'm sorry that I gave you reason to be."

Anna put her hand on my leg for the short remainder of 
our ride.

But she didn't open her window later which I had to view 
with relief considering what I expected the next day 
would bring.

---

I had put out a query with the number plate before going 
to bed.  It had looked like a picture attachment to the 
e-mail and embedding the information had been a matter of 
seconds.

A simple pseudo-random number generator produced a 
sequence of gaps between bytes inside the image.  A 
second one generated a rule as to whether a real or 
fictitious character would be used and a third provided 
an encrypting factor for the real character.  This was 
then split into two nybbles which replaced the least 
significant part of the byte representing the colour 
being displayed.

The seeds for the generator were stored away in the image 
as well and a little tidy up performed, then off it went 
to a quite legitimate group address.  Anyone in the world 
could have obtained the picture by simply joining the 
group.

One person did and later posted a similar picture back; 
up early, I collected it from the group in the morning an 
read the reply.

My mysterious friend had indeed come from Mr Pringle.  
He'd worked for him before - he was amateurish though and 
worked without assistance.  The belief was that this 
suited Pringle's requirement for security.  It would be 
fun to match wits against him; I had more than his half.

Ma was surprised to see me in the kitchen reading the 
paper and set me to helping get things ready.  For a 
reward she would have a picnic hamper ready for Anna and 
I to take with us.

Anna looked a little annoyed to find me there as well.  I 
was told later that she had snuck in to wake me and make 
her peace - but I wasn't there!

The logic of getting more upset because you couldn't 
apologise for being upset escaped me.

Ma let me drive though she rode shotgun.  We didn't have 
to pick the girls up today as Rosalee's mother was free 
to take them but we would be bringing them home and she 
wasn't about to get in the back with two sweaty and 
possibly dirty girls regardless of which of the three 
they were.

Once again I found I had to give each team member a kiss 
and one or two were now cheeky enough to slip a tongue in 
between my lips as they met theirs.  It wasn't enough to 
delay the end of the kiss but their expression indicated 
I could possibly have invited out more than just two of 
the team had I dared.

Ma and Rosalee's mother queried me as to why I kept doing 
it - especially as the coach had glared at me.  If I was 
going to continue to have as disruptive an influence on 
the game he wanted nothing more to do with me.

"They reckon it distracts the other teams - the girls 
spend more time wondering about me and less on the game.  
I'm not sure if it's just an excuse but I'm not silly 
enough to disagree with them."  I grinned cheekily and 
found them grinning back.

When the team walked off the pitch with a three-nil win 
Ma suggested the strategy might have helped.

"I did notice one or two of their girls looking over this 
way instead of moving up - that's why we caught them 
offside so many times."

The coach looked happier too and since there had been no 
antagonism between Rosalee and Hailey - or between them 
and Anna - I was given a reprieve.

Rosalee and Hailey collected their bags from Rosalee's 
mother's car where she took the opportunity to stress 
once again - to both of them in the absence of Hailey's 
mother - that they were to behave properly; no 
foolishness, no drinking and not to allow me to drive 
stupidly nor to distract me while I was driving.

I got "You drive carefully young man!" from her too and 
Ma's raised eyebrows seconded the commandment.  Somehow 
they both viewed the presence of the other girls as 
safeguarding their daughters from sexual molestation.  
Perhaps it was because I had to drive the car rather than 
sit in the back or was it because we'd be in a public 
place?  Na‹ve either way!

Mr P.I. was waiting for me as we pulled out of the soccer 
grounds, though at least he was aiming to keep his 
distance.  He knew Ma was with me and would expect us to 
head home - the back seat certainly *SMELLED* like there 
were three sweaty soccer players sitting there who needed 
a shower and the blanket covering the seat was not merely 
cosmetic.

I drove at the speed limit both to satisfy Ma and to keep 
in view of my tail.  I spotted another two cars who were 
trailing him, only obvious because I was expecting 
someone and one car pulled off and then entered from the 
side a couple of blocks later when we had turned off the 
original road too.

I parked in the driveway and walked around the car, 
checking the tyres and noting another car pulling into 
the curb a block and a half away.  I couldn't see that it 
was him but I knew it was anyway.

Inside, Ma was sorting out a roster for the two upstairs 
bathrooms.  I was instructed to load up the car instead 
so I had no need to be upstairs while there was the 
temptation to check if the bathroom door was locked.  
(Where was that safety key kept?)

As I put the picnic basket and a rubber-backed rug into 
the car I had impossible visions of the three soccer 
players squeezed into the one tiny shower cubical - 
desperate for me to help wash them.  It lasted me until I 
realised I couldn't go in to Ma with a raging boner in my 
pants.

In actual fact, Anna used her shower and the other girls, 
Hailey and then Rosalee, used the boys'.  I was allowed 
to visit my room to grab my swimwear and anything else I 
needed and heard Hailey call down to Rosalee that she was 
out.  That meant Rosalee found her with her tongue down 
my throat - Hailey had grabbed the opportunity to start 
the day as she hoped to continue it.  It was a good sign 
that Rosalee simply told her not to use it all up - "it" 
definitely being me!

Left alone, Hailey whispered, "I wish it was just you and 
me going.  We could have had fun."

"Oh I'm sure we can arrange things somehow."

Hailey perked up at that and I sent her downstairs with a 
pat on a very nice tush.

Summer wasn't officially on us yet but the weather lately 
would have suggested we were well into it.  It certainly 
made the prospect of finding a cool pool attractive but 
not half as attractive as the shorts and tops my 
companions had selected.

Damn they looked good.

Anna followed me downstairs and I watched her arrival 
with unfeigned if muted interest.  If she wished I was 
more demonstrative in public then she should have 
understood how hard it was not to put my arms around her.

She seemed flushed, glowing in fact and I wondered if she 
had been strolling down memory lane while showering, 
perhaps "remembering" what she would like to happen 
later.

She didn't react to my sitting next to Hailey at the 
kitchen table either but took the place at the end where 
her knee could rub against mine and she could discretely 
play footsies with me when her mother was busy.

Then Rosalee made her entrance and it was more like 
Bobby-Jo-Sue-Ellen-Daisy-May had arrived.  She had faded 
denim shorts with frayed legs - or at least what was left 
of the legs was frayed; there didn't seem room for them 
to conceal her bikini bottoms.  Then her top was designed 
to leave her belly bare - two longer strap-like front 
panels tying together under her ample breasts.  (Did I 
really say I liked Anna's better!?)

There were three buttons but only one was fastened - the 
lowest - so Rosalee's cleavage was prominent, as was the 
bikini top she wore under it.

Finally there was her hair, gathered into a pony tail out 
from each temple so that she was the epitome of one of 
the hillbilly girls in Elvis' Kissing Cousins.

I felt a "wow" wouldn't go astray, nor be begrudged by 
the others.  Besides, Ma would expect me to say something 
about such an outfit even as she struggled to keep quiet 
herself.

Rosalee blushed proudly and turned full circle.  Her tush 
was prominently displayed as well and I figured training 
for soccer probably kept them fit - there was nothing 
sagging in her shorts (or mine)!

Anna stood - anything to stop me looking at her rival I 
guess - and transferred a couple of bottles of soda from 
the fridge into a soft cooler bag.

"You want to carry this out to the car?" she "asked".

"Everything else is packed except your personal gear."  I 
grabbed my own small back pack and hat and lifted up the 
bag Anna had indicated.  "I guess we can go.  Thanks for 
the picnic lunch Ma."

"You're welcome Roger.  Just drive carefully and behave 
yourselves."

"I will."  It is always fortunate when a parental 
authority neglects to say exactly *HOW* we should behave.

The others said their goodbyes and followed me out but, 
while Hailey and Rosalee were putting their bags in the 
back, Anna managed to get the front seat before either of 
the others could call shotgun or begin to argue about it.

"Okay, seatbelts fastened?  Nothing forgotten? (Why did 
Anna grin?)  Off we go then."

I did watch for other traffic but my attention was on one 
special car in particular.

"Excuse me but I want to check out the city a bit while 
I've got the car so don't tell me if I go wrong please - 
I want to see if I can work it out myself first."

In truth I wanted to lose my tail while he thought we 
were headed elsewhere.  I let him follow us (from the 
lead at times) towards the Mall, copying my route from 
the night before but then, as I neared it, I slowed down 
well before a light change so I could make a last second 
turn when he was already across.

Now, if I *HAD* been going to the Mall, I would have 
ended up at the back of the car park instead of the front 
- he really should have been trailing me from behind at 
that stage.  In his shoes the best solution would be to 
speed ahead and stake out the car park as I entered.  If 
I wasn't there within a few seconds of him then he could 
come out and try to get another fix on me - no worse than 
doing so from his current position of inadequate 
competence.

Of course, since I wasn't going that way at all I did a 
U-turn as soon as conditions permitted and headed back 
through the intersection before the lights changed again.

"I was wondering when you were going to realise."

I merely looked across at Anna and smiled.

It had all been so easy.  Fortunately not "too" easy.  As 
things turned out I had seen the last of my friend.

---

"Your top looks nice Rosalee but doesn't your swimsuit 
make it hot?"

"A bit."

"Why not take your bikini top off then and just wear the 
other?"

It was the first hint of anything in our conversation 
other than the game or reminiscing about other trips out 
to the lake.  There was silence as the three girls each 
contemplated what to do or say.  For two of them, Anna 
was an unknown though Rosalee had at least confessed to 
fooling around with me - fucking me in fact or so she 
considered it.

Had it only been Hailey with us, Rosalee probably 
wouldn't have hesitated.  As it was the goal of 
attracting me more than the others and possibly the 
excitement of being "naughty" pushed her past any moral 
restraints she felt.

"Mmm.  Why not."  She reached behind her back, trying to 
unfasten it while leaving her top on.

I deliberately shifted the mirror.

"Why don't you take your shirt off first?  It has to be 
easier."

"Why don't you watch the road?  It has to be safer!"  
Anna wasn't going to let me have things too easy either.

"You could hold the wheel for me."

"I could hold this too."  She slid her hand along the top 
of my thigh and inside the loose leg of my shorts.  She 
had the knob in seconds and tugged it out where it could 
be seen by her and anyone else who leaned forward between 
the seats.

"Naughty!  Don't you know nocturnal animals don't like to 
come out when it is light?  That's why you rarely see one 
during the day."

"See what?" asked Hailey who had only seen Anna lean 
towards me.

"There," pointed Rosalee, leaning forward herself.

"I hear they like dark caves," Anna continued and I 
responded.

"Well they need moisture and like heat so you won't find 
them in dry caves or if they find it cold outside."

"They make good pets then?"  She was having fun and both 
the girls in the back were giggling.

"Well it's never bitten or scratched anyone though it 
does spit occasionally and I have heard some people swell 
up after they've gotten too close to one."

"Allergies you mean?"

"Must be."

"I wish I could have one of my own - I'd look after it 
well," said Rosalee.

"With what I can see from here, you're likely to have 
little trouble getting as many of them as you want.  I 
can imagine one snuggling down on the end of your bed.  
Why don't you finish changing and later on I'll show you 
haw you can get one to cuddle between your tits."

Matters were getting more sexual and with Anna accepting, 
in fact instigating, the banter, Rosalee and Hailey felt 
more relaxed.

Rosalee took her shirt off .  It *WAS* only a matter of 
one button and a knot after all.  Her swimsuit was a 
mixture of lime green and canary yellow which drew one's 
eyes even if the cleavage itself didn't.

"Why don't you help her with the catch Hailey?"

It had started.  I was getting one to do things to or for 
the other.  How far would they take it?

I did make sure the road was clear all around before I 
snuck a look in the mirror but that still wasn't good 
enough for Anna and she wrapped her palm around the short 
exposed length and squeezed.  Possibly not appropriate as 
a punishment though.

Rosalee had turned her back to Hailey who did the 
honours.  For few brief seconds Rosalee was bare from the 
waist up and wore little more from there down.  She 
started to straighten out the top she held up before her 
and I stopped her.

"Why are you putting that back on?  You look lovely as 
you are."

"I can't ride along with nothing on!"

"Why not?  No-one can really see in.  The cars 
approaching go by too fast to see anything and those 
behind can't see anything but your shoulders.  Isn't that 
right?"  I looked at Anna.

"Yeah.  I guess."

"Hailey?  Do you have any objections?"

"No.  I don't care if she flashes you *OR* the other 
cars."

"Oh alright then!"

Rosalee dropped her shirt over her bikini top on the seat 
next to her.

"Happy?"

"Very," I responded.  "You know your nipples are hard."

Rosalee covered her breasts with an arm.

"Hey!" I protested.  "I like hard nipples."

"I like hard pricks!"  Anna squeezed again.

"You agree that Rosalee's breasts look nice with hard 
nipples don't you?"  Once again - for convenience - I 
addressed Anna.

She turned in her seat and changed hands.  Rosalee 
watched her.

"She looks horny and I guess that makes her sexier."

"Are you horny?" I asked Anna.

"A bit, I guess."

"Are your nips hard then?"

"I guess."

"And what about you Hilly?  Are your nips making your 
tits hilly too?"

"Maybe but if you call me that again it will be the lump 
on the back of your head that is growing."

"I won't ask what lump and apologise instead.  But why 
don't you two prove it then.  You can *SEE* that I'm 
hard."

"Can I touch it?" asked Rosalee.

"Not with your arm across your chest."

Rosalee revealed her charms and Anna let her have free 
access to my knob from the back seat.

"Come on Anna.  Aren't you going to copy Rosalee?  You'll 
have to eventually so why not get used to it.  You shower 
with the girls at school so people have seen your tits 
before.  You're not worried about me seeing them surely?"

"You might make fun of them.  They aren't as big as 
Rosalee's."

"Well I can see that already and I'm not making fun.  I'd 
still like to check your nips.  And what about you huh-
AY-lee?  You're not bashful are you?"

"We aren't going to get stopped and get into trouble are 
we?"

"No.  You can always pull your top back on well before 
anyone could see you.  If the worst happened then you 
were just making an adjustment to your swimsuit while I 
had the mirror turned so I couldn't see you."

I could tell she wanted to be as bold as Rosalee - and 
now Anna.  She just didn't want to be grounded until she 
was thirty.  She lifted her top over her head and 
unfastened her bikini.

"I want a turn too then."  It was obvious with what.

"Are Hailey's nips hard Rosy?"

"They look to be."

"Give one a little push and see."

"Roger!" protested Hailey.

"What?  No-one is going to worry, surely.  I'm sure 
Rosalee would let you check her nip if you asked nicely."

"Roger!"  It was Rosalee's turn.

"Well you'd let me wouldn't you."

"Yes," they each reluctantly admitted.

"Well I've got to keep my eyes on the road, (no lie) and 
cant even look at Anna's delicious tits beside me let 
alone move the mirror around to see both of you properly.  
I can do this though."

I let go of the wheel with one hand and reached back 
through the gap between the seats.  I found Hailey as she 
leaned forward and searched around until I found her 
nipple.

"Aw.  Now I'm disappointed.  There I thought you were as 
horny as me and it's still a little lump."

"Sorry."

"No need for *YOU* to apologise Hailey love.  It's my 
fault if you aren't enjoying yourself."

Anna moved in her seat.  She didn't appreciate my choice 
of endearments.

"Anna, Sweetheart, what do you suggest?"

It was the first time I had used *THAT* endearment in 
front of another party.  It went a little way to soothing 
her feelings.

"I like stories.  They make me wet."

"And you touch yourself when you're wet?"

"Ah huh."

"So what's it like when you lick your fingers 
afterwards?"  I didn't ask *IF* she licked her fingers.  
We had about half an hour until we got to the lake and 
then probably half an hour more to get to the pools.  If 
they were all comfortable by then we probably wouldn't 
have to waste any time in what could seem a very short 
day.

"It's unusual but nice; tasty.  I keep dipping my fingers 
back in to get more."

"Rosalee.  What do you think of when you push your 
fingers up inside yourself?"

Cruel question - it was almost a certainty what she 
really thought about but whether she would reveal her 
secrets to me let alone the others was going to be 
interesting.

I could almost hear her swallowing - Gulp!

"About you."

"What about me?  How nice I am?"

"You're a bastard!" interrupted Anna with the sound of a 
grin in her voice.

"Shush.  You've had your turn.  Rosalee?"

"About how nice it would be to have you inside me."

"Mmm.  That would be nice.  If you were really wet I'd 
slip right in, wouldn't I?"

"Oh yes, that would be nice."

"Are you wet now?"

"I think so."

"You're going to stain your bikini.  Why don't you take 
the bottom off as well?  Then I might be able to smell 
your sweet pussy from here.  That's one of the things I 
think about when I'm lying in bed at night.  The gorgeous 
young ladies I've met, the feel of their bodies against 
mine, the touch of their lips to mine and the smell of 
their excitement.

Was that a zip?  Yep.

"We'd *BETTER* not get stopped!"

"For you Rosy dear, I will make every effort to obey all 
the road rules.  Can you smell her Hailey?"

"Yes."

"Is it as nice as last weekend?"

Hailey didn't answer.  She had to play soccer with Anna 
and Anna could tell the other girls.  You didn't go 
around tasting other girls pussy juice!

"Please."  It was little more than a whisper.  She wanted 
me to be more discrete.

"It's okay.  I've found out one little bird told another 
little bird that you two both had a cuddle with me last 
Saturday and it wouldn't be at all unreasonable in the 
circumstances for you to have caught a whiff of an 
excited girl."

"Yes."

"Huh?"

"Yes she smells as nice."

"When you got up to go to soccer this morning did you 
imagine you'd be sitting next to a naked girl before, 
what, 10:15?"

"No."

"Anna, I've got to watch out here.  Could you please 
check if that nip's gotten any harder since I tested it?"

I felt Hailey's hand tighten around me and then relax 
once Anna had actually touched her.  Why had Hailey been 
so relaxed in the park - or had she been?  No, I wasn't 
*THAT* unobservant, so why was she nervous now?  It could 
have been she'd had a week to regret what had happened on 
our date.  I thought about the comments she had made in 
my room; was it that she'd had a week to regret what 
*HADN'T* happened in the park?

"It seems pretty hard now."

"As hard as yours get?"

"Hmm.  Yes."

"I notice you're still checking it."

"It's nice.  It is lumpy between my fingers."

"Do you think it is nice Hailey?"

"Ah huh."

"Would you like Anna to stop?"

"Uh uh."

"Would *YOU* mind stopping then please.  I need to 
concentrate on driving for a few minutes or else my pet 
might spit."

"I'd like to see that," chirped up Rosalee.

"I might be able to arrange a special viewing then if you 
want."

"A private viewing?"  Rosalee liked the idea of one-on-
one with me.

"Perhaps just a select audience.  Hailey would you mind 
sitting back for one minute and letting Rosalee lean 
forward.

Hailey reluctantly leaned away from Anna's fingers.  If I 
wasn't available she didn't mind another acting as my 
proxy to some extent though she hadn't expected Anna to 
be so casual about things.  As she sat back in her seat 
her brain began joining dots and she wondered just how 
close her picture was to reality.

Rosalee took Hailey's place though, where Hailey had 
merely wrapped one tit around the side of my seat, 
Rosalee managed to fit both hers into the gap.

"Can I have your hand please.  No the other one.  Up by 
my nose.  Ah, yes.  You *ARE* lovely today.  Now tell me 
Honeychile, what were you thinking about as you sat there 
rubbing your pussy?  Were you worried at all that we 
would notice?"

"Not once I touched myself.  We all know we do it so I 
didn't think anyone would care."

"Oh I care.  I'm sorry I've got to drive and missed 
watching you.  Perhaps I can see later."

"Wouldn't you rather..."  Couldn't Rosalee say "Fuck"?

"Well I think there might be opportunities for you to 
show us that as well as working out an afternoon of fun 
and games."

"Us!?"

"Well I suspect Anna and Hailey might like to see how you 
touch yourself too."

Anna reached out for Rosalee's breast and felt what a 
couple of extra cup sizes would do for her then made sure 
Rosalee's nipples were hardening as well.

"Are you sure none of you have a license?  I'm really 
missing out here aren't I?"

Hailey leaned against the back of my seat and put her 
arms over my shoulders so her palms were flat on my 
chest.

"Is that better?"

"Much better thank you but I think you should avoid 
blowing in my ear while the car is actually moving."

"Perhaps I can tell you a story to get you hot?"

"Mmm.  Always interested in sexy tales."

"Well I imagine living in this house with a gorgeous hunk 
and somehow he manages to see me without my parents 
finding out.  So we get to fooling around but maybe he's 
already invited a couple of hot girls out in the past and 
he decides he is god's gift to women and plans on fucking 
the lot of them."

"Interesting story," I offered when it was clear the 
pause was going to be a long one.  "Any idea how it turns 
out?"

"I've got an idea," said Anna, leaving Rosalee's tits to 
look at Hailey.

"One possibility is that the two other hot girls find out 
he *IS* god's gift to them at least and say their prayers 
more energetically at night.  Another is they miss out on 
*ALL* the fun because they got greedy or nasty."

Oh wow!  Hailey's power service had been returned across 
the net.  I don't think Anna intended for a second to 
pretend nothing had happened before today.

Now the ball was back in Hailey's court but it appeared 
she was playing doubles and her partner stepped up.

"I don't like nasty.  We were going to share all friendly 
like and I see Anna as a friend so where is the problem?"

"Are we friends with all the rest of the soccer team too?  
Should we invite them along as well?"

"Don't be silly Hailey!  You should only do that if you 
win in the finals."  Hailey pinched both my nipples as 
punishment for my comment.

"Ow!  Not the driver - please.  If you want to attack me 
I'll hold still later."

"I prefer it when you move a bit," responded Anna.

"What *HAVE* you two been getting up to?" asked Hailey 
but fortunately Anna wasn't about to reveal everything.

"From what 'the little bird' said, I suspect not much 
more than you two if that.  My parents have us at 
opposite ends of the house with their bedroom in between.  
Do you know how frustrating that can be?"

I would have to compliment Anna later - in private.

"How about being told you couldn't go on a date you'd 
already organised!?  I thought maybe this time..."

Oh!  It sounded as if Hailey *DID* regret not taking the 
opportunity chance had offered he the week before.  It 
wasn't a matter of kissing or not on a first date but 
rather whether or not to fuck.

"Was that why you said what you wished in my room?"

"Yes."

"When was she in your room?  I'm not allowed in there!"

"Just for a minute," I started.

"When she finished her shower," piped up Rosalee still 
leaning next to me.

"Honey?"

"Hmm?" Rosalee answered.

"Can you get me something to eat please?"

"Where?"  She looked around the back of the car.  I 
didn't answer - I knew Rosalee would work it out.

"Oh!"

Yep.

She moved her hand between her legs.

"Would you girls like to watch?" I asked trying to 
redirect the conversation.  I now had three girls - young 
women - who wanted me to make love to them and, while the 
idea was attractive and I was confident of being able to 
perform for all three, I wasn't so sure that each of them 
would be so willing for the others to have their turn 
despite Rosalee's stated feelings about sharing with her 
friends.  Maybe she had just rated herself below them in 
the race for my affections and figured she had nothing to 
lose by being inclusive.

"I would," said Hailey and released me so she could sit 
back.  Unfortunately it was also so she could further 
rake through the situation.

Anna knelt into her seat so she could look over the back 
and I made sure to leave a much wider gap with the cars 
in front.  I was sure I would hear more from her as well.

Rosalee left a gaping hole between the seats when she 
moved into her corner.  She really had plugged the space 
with her tits - car designers please note and see about 
providing nubile teens as an optional accessory.

"Can you girls keep me informed how Rosalee is doing 
please?"

Anna started the commentary.  "Well she's got one foot up 
on the seat beside her so everything is spread wide open.  
Do I look like that?"

"I'll compare you later if you like.  I haven't had a 
chance to see you all remember."

"You said you weren't going to compare us," objected 
Hailey.

"Compare as describe differences - not to rate you.  Go 
on please."

"Rosalee's spreading herself with her fingers and using 
the one in the middle to rub over her pussy."

"Can you see how wet she is?"

"Yes."

"And how about you Honey?"

"Yes, it looks all shiny."

"What are you doing with your other hand Rosy, Sugar?"

"I'm playing with my nipple."

"I'd like to see that.  I missed out on seeing your tits 
last week.  They felt nice in my hands.  Can you lick 
your own nipples?"

"No, they don't quite reach."

"Well maybe you can get someone else to at some stage.  
Is your pussy wet enough to put a finger in?"

"Mmm, yes."

"How far Anna, my sweet?"

"A fair way."

"Do you think she could fit two fingers inside?"

"Yes.  She's doing that now."

"If it makes you hot why don't you slip your hand inside 
your shorts too?  How about you, Hailey?  Does watching 
Rosalee make you hot and wet?"

"I think I was hot and wet before."

"So you are now then.  Why not collect a taste for me as 
well?  Is yours ready Rosy or would you like some more 
time?"

Rosalee leaned forward and presented her fingers to me.  
I took them into my mouth.  They were covered with her 
delicious slime and I let the car slow so I could 
appreciate the taste with safety.

"Delicious, Rosycheeks.  You look quite flushed."  I 
could see the red hue in the mirror.  "Are you going to 
make yourself come for me?"

She made eye contact in the mirror and nodded.  If I 
asked her to, certainly.

"Can you reach Rosy's breasts Anna?  Would you like to 
help her come?  If you keep rubbing your pussy will you 
come too?"

Anna matched my questions with increasingly fervour.

"Yes.  YES.  *YES*!"

"How about you Hailey?  Have you got something sweet for 
me?"

"Here."

"Just one finger at a time.  Mmm.  Lovely.  Would Rosalee 
like the other one do you think?  Perhaps you should 
offer it to her."

I soon heard Rosalee echo my appreciation then realised 
Anna was taking her hand out of her shorts - and not 
giving it to me.

"Are they nice too Rosy?"

"Lovely."

"I hope you all let me taste them properly when we get 
there."

"How?  In the car?"

"Oh I think we can find somewhere more comfortable."

"But there will be people around," Hailey objected.

"Some.  Won't you find that exciting?"

"I'll be so scared I'll dry up.  There won't be anything 
to taste."

"Trust me Hailey.  I think I can promise you won't have a 
problem."

"I...think...I'm...going...to...unh...come...soon."

"Go for it Rosy.  Enjoy yourself!"

"But I want you inside me.  Please.  Can't we stop?"

"I'll help."  Anna leaned further over the top of her 
seat.

"What's happening Hailey?"

"Anna's pushing her fingers inside Rosalee.  She's 
fucking her with two fingers while Rosalee's rubbing all 
around them.

I felt as well as heard Rosalee's leg strike the back of 
Anna's seat.  It was her knee as Rosalee laid back as far 
as possible so neither girl's hand blocked the other.

"Rosalee's looking strange; god is that what I look like 
when I come!?  Her eyes are all white and her eyelids are 
jumping around *AND* she's got the biggest grin on her 
face."

"'s good!"

"What about you Anna?  Is it fun fucking her, 
Sweetheart?"

"Almost as much fun as fucking you will be."

"Can we watch that as well?" asked Hailey.

"I would hope so.  It does seem friendlier, doesn't it."

Rosalee came with the thought of watching and being 
watched.  She was quite vocal since, in a car moving up 
through the hills, she had no need to hold back.

I looked quickly across at Anna; she had a smile on her 
face too.  If nothing else happened I suspected she would 
consider the outing worthwhile - disappointing because 
she hadn't gotten off herself but still better than 
sitting at home.  Witnessing another's release gave her 
something to think about when she touched herself.

I was less certain of Hailey's outlook though she hadn't 
shied away.  We were approaching the park so I wondered 
when one or another of them would decide it was time to 
get dressed.

Anna did reach down and picked up her top but ignored her 
swimsuit.  She didn't put it on immediately however, 
merely sliding her arms into the sleeves so she could 
pull it over her head as needed.

More cautious still, Hailey was the one who spoke up 
though it was only to tell Rosalee she should stop 
playing with herself and to put her shorts back on at 
least.

"I'm only drying myself so I don't stain my bathers."

"Mine are going to have a big dark patch so I don't know 
why you're worried," was Hailey's response.

There was a little delay and Rosalee did stir.  I caught 
sight of her leaning forward and then could hear her 
moving around on the seat.  Anna looked over my way and I 
saw her grin.  I reached out and patted her thigh; I 
guessed all might have been forgiven.

Up front, Anna was more immediately obvious to people by 
the side of the road when we entered the park but as soon 
as she put her top back on Hailey did the same and I 
heard Rosalee copy them soon after.  Though it wasn't as 
comfortable I slid my pet back into my pants.

The bulge was no less noticeable.

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