Author: Pescador del Valle
Title: Assassin
Part: Chapter 7 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: Mff, oral, first
Language: English
Copyright: 2009

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Roger Torrent was a nice young man living with his new 
foster-family.

He wasn't the sort of person to be discovered creeping 
across the roof late at night.  He wasn't the sort of 
person to seduce his foster-sister.  He wasn't the sort 
of person to have gay sex with one twin while the sister 
fucked him.  He wasn't a murderous assassin.

But the person who was Roger Torrent for now, was.
---
I had dated Rosalee on Friday night and was about to date 
Hailey on Saturday night.  I even survived them finding 
out about each other, which I expected would happen 
sooner or later - they did play soccer together on the 
same team as Anna.

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Anna straightened my collar and gave me a kiss on the 
cheek in front of her mother - fooling around as though 
she were the doting mother instead.

More privately I had been reminded that I could have my 
fun out or when I got home - but not both.  I didn't 
point out that, if she wanted to accurately play act 
Hailey's role, anything I got from Hailey I would have to 
get from her as well.

I had offers from both Ma and Doug to take me to Hailey's 
house and then drop me off at the club.  Even Brent had 
offered but it then turned out the time clashed with his 
own plans.

I thanked them and explained that, though I would have a 
cab pick us up from Hailey's, the walk there would do for 
my exercise.

"Don't get sweaty before you even see her."

Anna was showing no signs of possessiveness tonight.  She 
was a little smug however and though I was sure she was 
up to something I had no way of working out what, where, 
how or when it would affect me.

I was quite sure what the why would be!

Her demeanour certainly destroyed any image of her being 
romantically interested in me herself.

I had gone out for a little while during the afternoon to 
report in - a fairly easy matter of indicating the 
progress code together with a brief explanation of the 
two girls I was dating.  Behind the scenes further 
information would be gathered about them to ensure I 
didn't fall foul of some odd coincidence like the family 
being under witness protection or subject to an open 
warrant - or worse, connected closely with the Pringle 
family, my primaries!

No-one cared that I had a complicated love life, nor my 
reasons for making it so.  It was nice to be treated as a 
professional and an adult even though I am sure some saw 
me as acting like James Bond or perhaps Austin Powers.

---

I was a little early since I expected to have to spend at 
least five minutes on display.  Hailey showed no sign of 
being affected by the earlier stresses and introduced me 
warmly to her family.

This time there was a younger sister, a bit of a tomboy, 
and I think I eased my way by talking to her about my 
model cars.  Since she monopolised much of the 
conversation Hailey's parents didn't have to embarrass 
her by asking awkward questions to fill in the time 
before the cab driver knocked at the door.

"You needn't have paid for a cab.  I could have dropped 
you off."

"Thanks.  Perhaps next time.  He's here now."

"Okay.  Well you two enjoy yourselves."

"Thanks Daddy."

The taxi fare wasn't much since we didn't have that far 
to go.  It dropped us off at a cheap restaurant - 
burgers, chicken and fries, pizza.  Not fancy but food a 
teenager would enjoy without franchise sameness.  
Saturday nights also seemed popular and we had a little 
wait before a table came free.

"This gets packed later," Hailey advised.

I looked around.  There were seats coming free at 
different tables but apparently that was a temporary 
situation.  We were between movie shifts and early for 
the Club.

"I don't have to be home until eleven," I was advised.

"What *WILL* we find to do until then?"

Hailey blushed.  "What did you find to do with Rosalee?"

Such a lovely combination of coyness and courage!

"Ah-ah!  Naughty girl.  You should know better."

"It's just she seemed pretty smug at soccer.  Like she 
had a secret that made her better than the rest of us."

"Oh?"  I was non-committal.  Hailey wasn't going to 
weasel or trick any information out of me.

"If she was a boy I'd say she'd gotten lucky."

"How does a boy look?"

"Like Rosalee, Silly!"

"So I look silly now?"

"Why?"

"Because I must have gotten lucky when you agreed to come 
out with me."

"Now you are being silly."  She tilted her head.  "Do you 
plan on asking the whole soccer team out?"

"Individually or as a group exercise?"

"Individually of course."

"Why?  Do you think I should?"

"It would piss Rosalee off."

"And not you?"

"I figure I've got as much chance with you whether it's 
just Rosalee or the whole team.  If you like me then 
liking others won't change that and if you like someone 
better then that's likely to happen some time down the 
track as well."

"Sounds like you've seen it happen."

"My real mum left Dad when I was three.  Mum is his 
second wife."

"You get on with her?"

"Oh yes.  I love her and she loves us."

"Sounds like *SHE* is your real mom then."

"Is it the same for you?  Having a new mother I mean.  I 
like Mrs Jamieson."

"She's been swell.  It takes a bit of getting used to.  
Different bed, different food, different rules.  And then 
there's the new school and teachers.  Trying to fit into 
groups of friends.  Anna's been good - she introduced me 
to some people, and to you and Rosalee of course."

"And you got to kiss the rest of the team.  Maybe you 
*SHOULD* work your way through them."

"I wouldn't work my way through any group.  Certainly not 
just so I could say I'd done it."

"So why did you pick us two?  Just because we get picked 
up by Mrs Jamieson?"

"Well that quite naturally made you easier to approach.  
I had seen the others on the team but I'd met you.  I 
guess I liked what I saw and though it was too short a 
time to know if we'd get on it was long enough to 
interest me in finding out."

"What if you decide you like us both?  Won't that make it 
harder for you to choose one of us?"

"It could but say I was attracted to a couple of people 
and one was okay to be with while I found I couldn't live 
without the other once I got to know her.  Wouldn't it be 
a pity if I only went out with the first one and never 
found out how great the second one was?"

The fact we were sitting together indicated Hailey had 
already decided that it was better to share me with 
Rosalee and have a chance of getting me rather than 
conceding the field to Rosalee without a fight.  How far 
I could push that was another matter; either could decide 
I wasn't worth having.

"I asked you out to find out more about you and we've 
been talking more about Rosalee so maybe I can use her to 
move the conversation back your way.  You both go to 
school together.  Where's that?"

Hailey didn't mind moving back into "normal" date 
territory.

"Yes we do.  It's the Convent of Our Lady of Sorrows."

"So you're planning to become a nun?"

"No!  They're just our teachers."

"Mixed?"

"The teachers?  Oh, the school.  It hasn't been except in 
the lower years but numbers have been dropping and the 
boys aren't being sent to the state school or being 
bussed right across town any more as they get older.  Our 
year still is girls-only."

"Do you like it?  Or maybe, which subjects do you like 
most?"

Never under any circumstances ask yes/no questions on a 
date!  I argued with myself that I was an assassin, not 
an interrogator.

"History, Biology, Italian."

"Ah! Ciao ba-by!"

"That means goodbye and it would be 'bambina' if you 
really meant baby."

"Oops.  But I thought 'bambino' was baby?"

"I'm not a boy."

"Would you believe I hadn't noticed?"

"Do you want me to say ciao?"

"No.  Okay, I admit I have suspected you might not be a 
boy."

Hailey stood, pretending to leave the table.

"Okay!  I'm glad you don't look anything like a boy."

"Once more with feeling."

"Hailey, you are gorgeous.  Your face is lovely, your 
body - at least how I imagine it looks from what I can 
piece together - is stunning.  You are 100% girl and I am 
excited that you have consented to go out with me 
tonight.  Please don't spoil it by leaving early."

"Oh well - that's better, adequate in fact but your 
imagining me is a little creepy.  I'll let you think 
about it and you can try again later and see if you can 
improve."

We were grinning when our meal appeared - a good size 
belly-filling pizza with absolutely no topping likely to 
offend a person you were dating for the first time.  No 
garlic, no anchovies, not even pepperoni!  Oh well, at 
least the pastry bore no resemblance to cardboard.

It was harder to talk and eat but we didn't need to bolt 
our food down.  I asked what history she liked and found 
she had a preference for the early South American 
cultures and how they fared under the Conquistadors and 
the colonists who followed.

I acknowledged an interest in the Empire of Alexander the 
Great and how it disintegrated on his death; how the 
middle east was a crossroads trampled over by each 
conquering army in turn.  Our history was taught from the 
framework of the countries of Western Europe when it even 
strayed outside the continental USA.  It was nice to find 
a kindred spirit who took her reading outside the 
prescribed curriculum.

We got away from school - hell it was the weekend!  
Naturally Hailey's musical tastes and mine differed - one 
wouldn't expect them to be the same unless one of us was 
trying to cosy up to the other.  Finding we could explain 
why we did or didn't like a particular song or band was 
cosy enough for both of us.  We were comfortable in each 
other's presence without the need to impress.

It was what you wanted to feel on a date.  I hadn't 
really had many.  I didn't have the money when I was 
living with my mother and once the experts found my 
"adjustments" in the burned out wreckage of my father's 
car, well, I was too busy to go out other than as part of 
my training.  I could get on with almost anyone but 
tonight I was as me as I could be - or perhaps as 
"Roger".

Since we were going clubbing I asked if Hailey liked to 
dance.  I hoped it wasn't her raison d'ˆtre.  (My French 
is better than my Italian, which wasn't anywhere near as 
bad as I had pretended.)

I had more work to do and I couldn't do that if I was 
continually stuck out on a dance floor but likewise I 
didn't want us sitting around *ALL* the time.

"I don't mind, but I'm not very good."

"How about slow numbers?"

Disco might have got people doing aerobics together under 
strobe lights but, when you were with someone you were 
eager for, a slow shuffle in dim shadows with your bodies 
pressed together so you didn't have to imagine the lumps 
and bumps was absolutely divine.

Our grandparents might not have considered it dancing but 
they did the same thing as far as their rules allowed.  
We might not know a Foxtrot from a Waltz but then we 
didn't bother with the Twist either.  We knew a tit from 
a cock though and in that we shared an unspoken link with 
the past.

It turned out Hailey was quite okay with slow numbers.

---

Dinner over, we made our way to the Sharp Angle club.  
That's how the name appeared in neon above the entrance.  
The longest two sides of a narrow triangle in blue with 
the words gradually diminishing in red, top to bottom.

There was an age restriction - twenty five and under but 
management kept an eye on those over about twenty.  Any 
lechers were asked to leave and not allowed back.  Those 
who were younger got a little more leeway - it was for 
them and a nice earner it must have been.

The kids had incomes their parents would have only 
fantasised about at their age.  They couldn't spend it on 
alcohol and drugs were stamped out as far as humanly 
possible but the entrance charge (unfairly but 
practically skewed in favour of the girls) easily covered 
the DJ and the bouncers while a dash of flavour in a 
splash of soda water turned a very few cents of mixer 
into a couple of dollars worth of profit.  Add similarly 
inflated chips and nuts - not expensive enough to stop it 
being "uncool" to BYO however.  A few snacks and the 
chance to have your request scheduled on the queue for a 
couple of dollars, or perhaps an embarrassing Happy 
Birthday at a special time for a little more, and the 
owners of the only "adult" entertainment for older teens 
were doing very well.

There were a few of my other friends there already and we 
sat with them.  Space was going to be at a premium as 
more of us arrived but Hailey had no objection to sharing 
my lap both to be closer to me (and to let any bitches 
around know I was taken) and to make it easier to hear 
ourselves over the already throbbing music.

The room was lit mainly by three large screens which 
showed the video hits or by a laser light show when there 
was only music playing.  A projector in the ceiling 
slowly painted the walls with a kaleidoscope of coloured 
shapes that kept the room dark enough for young lovers to 
fool around a little but light enough for management to 
see and to stop the lovers going too far.

Like the Pool Hall owners, Management here also had to 
satisfy the parents!

I don't know about the others but I had already spotted 
Management's little secret.  They had some pretty nice 
low light gear mounted around the place.  I would have 
liked to have seen their control room.  The images might 
have been green but I'm betting an occasional blow job or 
finger fuck would keep the security guards watching the 
screens alert and interested.  They might even 
occasionally catch someone selling pills.

Hailey draped her arm around my neck and that meant her 
breast rested against the side of my head.  I put my arm 
around her waist with my hand just making contact with 
the underside of her bra.  We were playing a private game 
of Chicken or perhaps Dare.

How far could we go before the other cried foul or how 
far before we couldn't protest accident or outright 
innocence?

It was a teenage thing and the beauty was we both knew 
the other wasn't likely to raise any objections if it was 
kept a private matter.  If we had been against a wall I 
might have been able to slide my hand down the back of 
Hailey's panties and bugger her with my finger but, if it 
meant people would adversely notice, then resting my hand 
on the top of her thigh might have her asking to be taken 
home.  Well we might not actually take things to either 
extreme perhaps but the examples embodied the general 
principles.

There was some awkwardness as people greeted us.  I was 
grateful that they had made an effort to remember my 
date's name and Hailey hardly bristled at being called 
"Rosalee" or, once, "Rosa".

My classmates and friends looked puzzled when I re-
introduced her as Hailey and more than one started to say 
something along the lines of "But I was sure you said she 
was..."

Hailey just smiled at them, realising it wasn't *THEIR* 
fault.  In fact she had no doubts whatever *WHOSE* fault 
it was.

I got her out onto the dance floor!

We moved around together for a while, touching fingers to 
palms as we kept each other company in our little patch 
of floor.  It wasn't holding hands; nothing that secure 
or subject to comment this early - but it was contact.

The music changed and I tightened my hold, pulling Hailey 
gently towards me so my arms found their way around her 
waist while she rested her hands on my shoulders with her 
arms bent between us.

It had been too noisy to hear while we danced before but 
now I could put my lips next to her ear and try to 
apologise for the identity mix ups.

"It's all right," she semi-shouted back, "but I've been 
getting some funny looks."

"You should see the ones they're giving me."

"Should I tell the girls that you're built like an 
elephant's trunk?  I bet if I tell just one everyone here 
will know in under five minutes."

"How do you know I'm not?"

That broke Hailey up and I had to hold her while she kept 
giggling.

"I'm sorry," she eventually sobbed.  "It's just I kept 
visualising it."

"You are imagining my penis!?"

"What!  You've never imagined what I look like without 
this dress on?"

That was right - try to give a compliment and get it used 
against you!

"That particular dress?  No, never.  Your soccer gear 
though.  Actually, now you've got me thinking about it, I 
wonder...  Do you every play shirts and skins?  Hmm, even 
better.  Two teams of sexy young ladies with only 
armbands to tell the teams apart.  Maybe dark and light 
shoes to make it easier."

"Or big boobs and flat chests.  Would that be enough 
difference for you?"

I looked at Hailey.  "That's not a bad idea.  Can I leave 
it for you to organise for next Saturday?"

Hailey's fingers dug into my shoulders.

"Okay, I'll behave - even though I do think you could 
charge your spectators and make plenty of money.  Girls 
running down the pitch..."  I bounced my head.  "K'dung, 
K'dung, K'dung!"

"You said you'd behave."

"I didn't say I'd behave properly."

"True."

Hailey was contemplative for a few seconds then she 
pulled me over to a less inhabited part of the room where 
we could yell with a little more privacy.

"Is that all you really think about?"

"No.  I could be silly and talk about nice juicy butts 
but really those sort of things just get our attention.  
A girl who has nothing else would get boring, well 
eventually.  You've got plenty to make guys sit up and 
look and much more to keep them interested."

"You sure?  They haven't been knocking down my door."

"You've been too secluded in your nunnery perhaps.  If 
Anna hadn't dragged me out to soccer where would we have 
met?  At the mall maybe.  Would you have been alone or 
with your family?  Perhaps with some of your 
girlfriends?"

"Probably with Mum or my friends."

"So I'm alone.  Can't very easily crash a group of girls 
to talk to you, and certainly not a family outing.  And 
if I'm with others it's still no good while your Mom's 
around and I'd have to brave my friends as well as yours.  
A rather daunting task."

"You'd do it."

"Thanks.  Maybe.  The problem is you don't carry a sign 
saying 'I'm taken' or 'I'm available'.  If I try to talk 
to you with the guys watching and you say 'not 
interested' bang goes my cred whatever the reason."

In fact my "cred" only mattered where it affected my job 
and in this case I would have built just as much cover by 
trying and being rejected as by getting a date.  It had 
simply worked out easier to get the dates.

Hailey got a boost from my explanation though - she had a 
better understanding of why the boys her own age (much 
more conscious of the pressure of their peers perhaps) 
had failed to make the first move.

Of course, making her aware that I thought she was worth 
more interest also made her more determined that I was 
worth fighting over - figuratively speaking I hoped!  
Getting the balance just right was not easy and I felt I 
would definitely be learning from my mistakes.

We danced again for a while then headed back to the 
others with our arms around each other's waist.  Hailey 
didn't need any further reassurance and just wanted to 
remain close to me.

Mark and Kyra were there, Mark not paying Hailey any 
attention - he'd met Rosalee - but Kyra raised her eyes 
and came closer to be introduced.

"Hailey, this is Kyra and over there is her brother Mark.  
Kyra, Hailey."

"Hi Hailey.  I see you managed to get him onto the dance 
floor.  That's a major achievement with these guys; they 
don't mind the music but we girls often have to get out 
there together."

"I'm sorry," I kidded, "I'm new and didn't realise there 
were rules."

Kyra punched my arm playfully.

Hailey took an immediate liking to Kyra.  If I had 
pointed out the difficulties in asking a stranger out, I 
had omitted the problems of being brought into a group 
dynamic where everyone knew each other but you.  If you 
were politely ignored while people had their own private 
conversations you soon felt isolated.

"I'm heading to the ladies; want to come?"

Hailey looked at me.

"I'll be here."

She smiled at me and followed Kyra to a spot where I'm 
quite sure neither of them needed to go.  A couple of the 
other girls accompanied them and it seemed Hailey would 
find herself accepted.  What Kyra would be asking or 
saying about me though...

Mark came over.  "Something about your date looks 
different."

"Dress?"

"Of course the dress!  Maybe how she has her hair."

"It is a little longer than last night."

"Longer, yeah that would be...Huh?  How?"

"It's a different girl Mark!  Last night was Rosalee, 
tonight it's Hailey.  I did mention it on Wednesday."

"It's still hard to believe that you've only been here 
what, two weeks, and have dates with two different 
girls!"

I observed those around us carefully.  "You could do it 
too.  Look around.  There are any number of girls hoping 
some guy will show an interest in her.  If he's half 
decent she's likely to give him a chance.  She won't 
expect it to mean anything at all on just a casual 
meeting like this and if you don't actually end up asking 
for a date the most she's likely to do is figure she's 
not your type."

"You're sure?"

"Trust me.  Grab one of the other guys if you want back 
up.  Simon looks okay tonight.  Find a pair of girls you 
think look lonely and start out by saying to the one you 
want, 'My friend and I were wondering if you and your 
friend would like to dance.'  That way she's not suddenly 
leaving her friend all alone and isn't ending up alone 
with just you if she decides she wants to bail."

"Sounds fair."

"Then go to it my man!"

Mark gave a grin and went to collar Simon.

I went to where they had left Pete and Trev behind.

"What gives?"

"Mark is on the prowl.  It seems Kyra figures we guys 
don't show enough interest in the dance floor and I've 
set a bad example.  Sorry guys.  Why hasn't one of you 
asked Kyra out there?"

There were some rapidly traded looks.

"You haven't heard?"  Pete must have drawn the short 
straw.

"About what?"

Pete looked around.  Mark and Kyra's old man.  He's mixed 
up in something - I don't even want to know what..."

"I heard Mafia," chimed in Trev.

"Colombian drug cartel," countered Phil from behind him 
making Trev jump.

"Whatever.  I guess nobody wants to find out how Kyra's 
father feels about just anyone dating his daughter."

"So you take turns to ask her.  How do you think he will 
feel that no-one takes an interest in her?"

I could see I had confused them.  Now they had to 
consider which was the lesser of two evils.

The girls' club came back and Kyra gave me a weird smile.  
What had Hailey been saying?

Hailey cuddled up to me - which I didn't mind - and 
hinted it was time to dance again.  As we headed back to 
the gyrating crowd I heard a voice behind me.

"Kyra, would you like to dance?"

---

I think Kyra might have been even more surprised at 
finding herself on the dance floor with a guy than at 
finding her brother next to her with a girl who was 
obviously interested in him.  She clearly thought I had 
something to do with both incidents and after a couple of 
dances somehow indicated to Hailey that she wanted to cut 
in - a concept more in tune with her grandparents.

The girls swapped partners with the end of one piece and, 
as Kyra must have known, the music that started was 
conducive to slow dancing.  Hailey gave me what I assumed 
was a warning glare and then found being held by Trev 
wasn't at all objectionable.

"Doesn't Rosalee go to a convent school?"

"Yes."

"I didn't mention her but someone might.  Does Hailey 
know who you were with last night?"

I answered yes then pointed out that, with all the 
mistaken greetings, it couldn't have been kept a secret 
from her anyway.

"You've got good taste in girls."

I held her body just a little tighter so that she would 
feel the difference but the others shouldn't notice.

"I think so."

"And Mark!  He doesn't even look scared."

"Why should he?"

"She might want to fool around!"

"I think he is quite aware there is safety in numbers."

"So we just have to make sure she doesn't play cowgirl 
and isolate him from the herd."

"Simon has her girlfriend I think, so if they are all 
encouraged to stay with us there shouldn't be much risk 
but speaking of risk I think I should reclaim my date 
before she thinks I'm showing too much interest in you."

"Will I see you tomorrow?"

"Yes.  I've got some things to get through in the morning 
but I'll be there straight after lunch.  I've got a 
special toy you might like if I can bring it."

Kyra's eyes lit up.  "Ooh!  Sounds nice.  Of course you 
can."

Trev and I traded back and Hailey pouted.  "It looked 
like you were being rather friendly."

"Kyra was complimenting me on getting you to come out 
with me."

"Yeah, sure."

"Well that and finally proving to her brother that it was 
easy enough to ask a gorgeous girl to dance with him."

"What!?  She called me gorgeous?"

"No.  I did that.  Her words were, let's see, 'that I had 
good taste in girls'."

"She met Rosalee too, didn't she?"

"Yes but I thought we weren't going to mention her."

"It seems everyone else is."

I gave her a cuddle.  In the dim light of the dance floor 
it turned into a swaying kiss that might not have made 
things better but at least showed Hailey that I wanted to 
be there with *HER*.

My hands were as personal as they could be in so public a 
forum.  People were busy doing much the same themselves 
but would notice if someone took things a little far.  
The other dancers may not, probably would not, care but 
those watching through their special cameras might decide 
to evict us.


The music ended and the next song began almost 
immediately.  We headed back to our seats and Hailey 
accepted my offer of a drink.  I made my way over to the 
alcohol-free bar and waited to place an order.

Hailey came up and stood behind me, her arms around me 
and her cheek against my back.  I suddenly realised it 
wasn't Hailey and turned.  Rosalee let me spin in her 
arms and I stared in disbelief.

"What are you doing here?"

"It's an amazing coincidence, isn't it?"

"I have some trouble believing that.  You should go."

"It's a public club.  Anyone is allowed to come here.  I 
thought maybe you would like to...  A reward for last 
night."

"I'm here with Hailey.  You know that."

"Hailey won't mind."

"What won't I mind, *BITCH*!?"

Rosalee didn't even turn.  She certainly didn't release 
her hold on me.

"Hello Hailey."

The look on Hailey's face showed her rapidly building 
rage and I only hoped she didn't consider that I was to 
blame.  I mean, I did ask two different girls out but I 
hadn't intended Rosalee should try to mess up Hailey's 
date.

"Both of you, enough!  Now!"

They turned their faces to mine.

"Come on!"

I pulled Rosalee's hands from around me and took hold of 
one then took Hailey's in my other.  I headed for the 
door stopping only long enough to get pass out stamps.

I looked around.  There!  A quiet spot, well lit this 
time.  I walked over there with a girl on either side.

"Okay.  Hailey I'm sorry if your date is being messed up 
and I'll do what I can to make it up to you but I don't 
think we need to put on a show for the others."

Hailey nodded.  "Why are you still holding *HER* hand?"

She apparently had no objections to me holding her own.

"I could say it's so I can keep you apart if necessary 
but really if either of you do anything so silly I think 
I'll just go home and leave you to sort it out.  Instead 
how about, it's because it is actually nice to hold your 
hands?"

I think they were too busy weighing up the pros and cons 
of scratching out the other's eyes to actually listen 
past my threat.

"Rosalee why *ARE* you here?  I thought you were going to 
organise something for next Friday?"

"You might have changed your mind before then.  It 
thought you might like a little more of what we did last 
night so you wouldn't."

Holding their hands left me defenceless when Rosalee 
began to rub the front of my pants.

I tried to let Rosalee's other hand go to stop her but 
she kept hold and I had to release Hailey.

Hailey gave a shocked call.  "What are you doing!?"  She 
looked around to see if we were being watched.  Having 
her parents called to pick her up from the police station 
where her date was being charged with lewd behaviour was 
not high on her wish list.

I got Rosalee to behave but couldn't disguise the lump in 
my pants.

"You can't pretend you didn't like it!"

"Liking and wanting are two different things."

"I think I'm going back inside."

"Wait, please Hailey."

She did and I took her in my arms.  She didn't fight me 
and accepted the kiss, responding with gentle passion.

"You're my date tonight - remember that.  You don't have 
to go anywhere."

Rosalee looked less than cheerful.

"Will you excuse me a second please?"

Hailey released me.

I took Rosalee in my arms.  "I won't tell you off but I 
think you should apologise to Hailey, don't you?"

She looked a bit guilty then turned to Hailey.  "I'm 
sorry.  I shouldn't have come tonight."

"No you shouldn't have but I guess I'm okay."

I gave Rosalee a kiss - timing it so Hailey had no reason 
to complain it was anywhere near as long as hers had 
been.

I released Rosalee and once again took hold of both their 
hands.

"So..."

I left it there.  These girls were friends and I had 
spoiled that.  It was up to them though to work out some 
solution.

"I'm sorry Hailey, really I am.  It was just that Roger 
made me feel so good last night and I was worried he 
wouldn't want to see me next week and I wouldn't get to 
feel that way again.  I only wanted him to know I would 
make him feel good too."

"Feel good?"  Hailey had heard Rosalee say that before 
but hadn't picked up on it then.

"With his fingers.  He's got a wonderful touch."

Hailey looked at me.  "And you were planning to make me 
feel good as well?" she accused.

"Circumstances differ.  I hadn't planned anything last 
night - it just developed that way.  If you had indicated 
you wanted to then I would have done my best to oblige.  
I certainly wouldn't have manoeuvred you into a situation 
where you felt you had to."

"And how would I have indicated such a thing?"

"Getting more passionate.  Pressing your body against 
mine.  Rubbing me and letting me rub against you.  Asking 
if we could go somewhere quiet."

Hailey pushed me back against the wall, thrust a knee 
between my legs and rubbed her crotch along my thigh as 
she straightened to give me a kiss that rang alarm bells.

"That sort of thing?"

"Well I'm not sure - could you show me again?"

I had been holding Rosalee's hand throughout.

"Wow!  That was even hot just watching."

Hailey turned to Rosalee.  "He's got two hands; what do 
you think?"

Rosalee looked at her friend.  I sensibly shut up.

"You're serious?"

"Well you've interrupted the dancing but you've come up 
with a good suggestion for something else - you should 
probably be rewarded if it *IS* as good as you say."

Rosalee turned to me.  "Roger?  Please?"

"It is too open here."  There were no shadowy corners 
around, at least none I would want to frequent with the 
girls.  A park about a block away was a possibility 
provided it wasn't the haunt of other lovers, those who 
preyed on them (including the Police) or even the 
homeless.

It hadn't seemed secluded enough for any except the 
latter but it might serve as adequate cover.

There was a playground in an open expanse with a couple 
of trees for small picnic shade.  Small kids were 
protected from the road by a low hedge and mesh fence but 
there were no places for stalkers to hide.  We might have 
found others present who had similar ideas but those who 
didn't have cars to retire to might still be working 
towards luring a partner out of the club or wherever else 
they might be.

There were four darker patches where tree or playground 
equipment cast shadows and we could see that they were 
empty when we approached.

"Stand over there for a minute please; I just want to 
check that we're hidden enough."

I casually left the park and wandered over to the other 
side of the street.  Knowing that the girls were there, I 
still had trouble spotting them.  It would do.

---

"Can I do it to you this time?"

"Hey!  Whose date is this?"

"Well can *WE* do it to you?"

"Do what exactly?"  I felt it was best to be sure before 
committing myself.

"Rub you until you feel as good as you make us feel."

"You understand that is likely to be a little messy?"

"How do you mean?"

"He's going to come of course."

The shadows couldn't hide the blank expression on 
Rosalee's face.

"If you get me too excited I squirt my semen out - that's 
called coming.  When it happens to a girl she's usually 
already rather wet but she might get, well, leaky."

"Well I hope you make me leaky again."

"I hope you're both as tasty."

"What!?"  Hailey looked from one of us to the other.

"I couldn't leave my fingers sticky, could I?"

Rosalee's giggle only served to confuse Hailey and to 
increase her resolve not to let Rosalee get away with 
anything she herself hadn't gotten me to do.  She told me 
later that she wouldn't have dared done more than kiss or 
fumble through our clothes if Rosalee hadn't been there 
as a safeguard.  That was the main reason she decided to 
accept Rosalee's apology even though she was still pissed 
with her.

"Can we look at it?  Please?"

Hailey had asked the question and since it *WAS* her date 
I suggested it would be appropriate for her to take it 
out.

This might seem like a desirable situation with two young 
ladies not quite fighting over the chance to give me a 
hand job at the very least but it really was quite 
precarious.  Firstly there was the possibility of 
discovery - increased if one of the girls should make 
some careless sound or movement.  Then I had to avoid 
giving either offence, and allowing one to think I 
favoured the other would be the easiest way of doing 
that.  It was a *VERY* fine line that I trod.

The best I could hope for was to allow Hailey the 
priority of her status as my actual date where 
appropriate and make sure that Rosalee wasn't kept 
waiting too long for her turn.  I hadn't considered that 
their common desire to out do the other would obviate 
much of my concern.

Hailey carefully undid my zip while Rosalee watched with 
interest.  I kept *MY* attention focussed around the 
perimeter of the park.  Fortunately the mural painted 
wall of the building behind us meant I only had to deal 
with three sides.

I did grip my buckle to give Hailey something to tug 
against but that was only for a second.  She managed the 
rest herself.  Reaching in to the unknown required a 
little courage.  Hailey's touch was gentle; too gentle to 
get me free of my confines.

"That feels lovely but you can pull it harder if you want 
to get it out."  I didn't say she wouldn't hurt me since 
she might.  It was better to be stoical about it in that 
case and just bear the pain.

"Wow!"  Rosalee was quite impressed but I wasn't sure 
why.  As penises went it was fairly run of the mill but 
her utterance may have been more in recognition of any 
prick being laid out before her.

Hailey's appreciation was non-verbal; her two hands 
massaging and caressing me from above and below, rolling 
the sausage back and forth between her palms.

"Can I touch it?  Please?"

Hailey released me and moved against my side where she 
could hold and be held while she watched Rosalee.  A 
little touch by Rosalee, a grip and Hailey was content 
with what she'd seen - she kissed me instead.

"What do I do?" asked Rosalee.  Hailey let me have my 
mouth back to answer.

"Well if you come and stand here next to me like 
Hailey... Right you can reach down and take hold.  
Hailey, would you carefully hold my balls in your hand 
please - Mmm, just right thanks.  Now does either of you 
gorgeous young ladies mind me resting my hands here?"

Arms draped over their shoulders, my hands lay over the 
top of a breast on each side of me.  Both girls answered 
"No".

"Then I might just see what I can find while you 
carefully move your hand back and forth please Rosalee.  
Hailey, do you think I could have another kiss please 
while I just get these buttons open?"

Kissing one girl while I arranged for another to jerk me 
off was an unusual experience - certainly unique for me 
and no doubt for most others.  I tickled Hailey's throat 
as my wrist pressed into her collar bone and I fumbled a 
little at first until my fingers could manage the angle 
better then I soon had her top open to the crosspiece of 
her bra.

I reached into the crevice of her cleavage and rubbed my 
fingertip against the soft warm skin.  The touch itself 
can't have been particularly stimulating but that didn't 
mean it wasn't erotic - stimulating the mind rather than 
the body.

"Would you take over please Hon?"  I gave Hailey's 
breasts another little stroke.  "Hon" seemed to go down 
well.

Rosalee relinquished her hold when I found her lips.  Her 
buttons were easier to open and her bra gave much freer 
access.  I slipped my finger into the front and rubbed 
the nipple.  I love those little bumps - no two seem 
exactly alike and all seem interesting.

Rosalee seemed less prone to flooding my mouth tonight.  
I suspect her mind was more than just a little concerned 
with what Hailey was doing to me.  If so, the effect was 
welcome.

What Hailey was doing was welcome too.  For someone who 
was fairly new to pricks, she was managing quite well.  
Her touch was like Anna's - a guilty recollection on my 
part.  I wondered how she would react to this tale; maybe 
I could add some further spice.

"You both do a lovely job.  Would you like me to do the 
same for you as well?"

"Mmm."

"Oh yes please."

"Well you've both got skirts so it's fairly easy but how 
about you slip your knickers off so I don't hurt you with 
my hand twisted inside.

Even Rosalee accepted that argument though we hadn't had 
any trouble the previous evening.  I can only assume it 
must have been because I was dealing with two of them 
this time.

"What do we do with them?"

"I can look after them.  I'll put them in my pockets."

Hailey wore (or had worn) a pair of thin blue knickers 
with three little yellow flowers embroidered across the 
front.  She blushed when I smiled and took them from her.

"Thank you Hon."

Rosalee looked at me expectantly.  I had to think of an 
endearment with "Love" and "Sweetheart" off the list.  
"Dear" seemed like I was starting a letter and "Darling," 
or worse "Darl," seemed wrong.  Well if one was as sweet 
as Honey why couldn't the other be as sweet as...

"Please Sugar.  Mmm, interesting."  Rosalee had lifted 
her skirt to show pants that hugged her like they had 
been painted into a flat lacy band around her waist, both 
butt cheeks and the tops of her thighs.  Damn they were 
sexy!

I think Hailey realised she had been out-gunned here.

"Would you help me off with them?" Rosalee asked me.

"It would be even sexier to watch Hailey take them down."

This from a guy with his dick hanging out in a public 
park!

Hailey looked at me and decided it was on a par with 
playing Truth or Dare.  She knelt, took hold of the base, 
and slid them off with only a little help from Rosalee 
getting them past her butt.  What Hailey hadn't 
considered though was that Rosalee's scent had been 
trapped inside the fabric and it would be even more 
noticeable with her head down so close.

Hailey looked across and realised I was close at hand 
too.  She hung Rosalee's knickers over my erection, 
twisted them until they tightened around it (just) and 
then held me by my leash while she planted a kiss on the 
end of my prick.

"Oh that was good.  Use just your lips to push my 
foreskin back and see if you can hold it there."

Would Hailey begin to blow me even before she had let me 
finger her pussy?

She was a little too soft at first and then too hard; her 
lips slid over me without effect and then painfully 
pilled the skin away from my knob.  She relaxed and tried 
again and, thankfully, again.

"Yes, that's wonderful."

I found her bra easier to negotiate as she leaned forward 
but I still wasn't able to do more than run my fingers 
around the rim and returned to caressing her head.

I used my other hand with better effect on Rosalee.  I 
had her hold her hem up and found her thighs were warm, 
with her crotch even warmer.  The patch of fur was also 
positioned near to Hailey's line of sight so she was able 
to watch her friend being fingered while she in turn 
mouthed me.

Rosalee was interested in watching her friend as well.  
Her tongue wet her lips; she obviously wanted to try it 
herself.

"Are you going to fuck us?"  Rosalee sounded eager.  Well 
it wasn't our first date - or even *OUR* date at all - so 
I suppose she wasn't quite as concerned about 
appearances.

"Why?  Is that what you want?"

Hailey shook her head while still massaging my prick with 
her lips.  She wanted to fool around but she knew she 
wasn't ready to go that far and possibly get pregnant.

Rosalee was far more careless.

"I wouldn't mind if you wanted to."

I suddenly felt my full nineteen years looking down on an 
immature sixteen.  Rosalee didn't understand what she was 
really saying; in the wrong place, to the wrong person, 
it could have been a painful mistake.

"It shouldn't be because *I* wanted to but because you 
needed too."  I felt well out of character.  "We might be 
able to organise something though."

I bent my face to Rosalee's cleavage and kissed the 
inside surface of each breast while using the extra 
leverage of my arm to slide my fingers deeper inside 
where they remained snug when I straightened.

"Are you ready Hailey?"

"You don't want me to continue?"

"Not for now.  It was very nice but it is your turn and I 
need to calm down."

"She climbed to her feet and tried to avoid me when I 
went to kiss her."

"What's up?"

"I've been..."

I gave a quiet laugh.  "Come here!  Did you find it so 
bad that you thought I would too?"

"No.  It was quite nice."

"Well then!"  I put my hand behind her neck and drew her 
closer.  I flicked my tongue over her lips and as I did 
so I moved my fingers inside Rosalee.  She closed her 
legs on my hand and took hold of my prick with its sheen 
of Hailey's spit.

I didn't need to hold Hailey any more.  She was firmly 
attached to my face with her hands on my cheeks so I 
snaked my arm down between us and reached under her 
skirt.

Hailey's fur was thicker, springier than Rosalee's and it 
made a better barricade across her pussy.  Each hair must 
have stretched from one of her padded outer lips - spongy 
to my touch - and knotted itself on the other side.

I didn't mind in the least - it was like having a big 
furry teddy bear to cuddle though Hailey would probably 
hate the suggestion.  Hair, such a fine abundance of 
hair, suggested a grown woman to me and not some pre-
pubescent chicken flesh.  I had had one instructor who 
shaved and I much prefer a soft natural mane than razor 
burn, pimples from ingrown hairs, and stubble.

If I had to delve deeper between Hailey's legs and work 
back-to-front to gradually part the branches it was 
effort well spent as what was truly a beaver dam held 
back the sweetest flood waters.

Thus, other than a few unavoidably-pulled hairs on the 
way, Hailey felt no discomfort at all as my fingers slid 
easily inside her.

"Oh - my - god!"

"I told you he makes you feel good, didn't I."

"Oh Rosie!  I understand now why you crashed tonight.  
All is forgiven!  Shit, Roger!  Ohhh."

I made sure Rosalee, who had been in a holding pattern, 
came up to scratch as quickly as possible.

Hailey rose up onto her toes and then bent her knees, 
pulling me over to one side as she crouched.  She grabbed 
the base of my prick, holding my balls as well with the 
necessary care, and the girls put their faces near mine.  
I kissed one, turned and quickly kissed the other before 
turning back.  Their cheeks pressed together and my 
tongue was soon touching one tongue before leaving the 
other.

I sucked on the tip of Rosalee's and drew it into my own 
mouth, then repeated the process with Hailey's.  Now they 
were eagerly wiggling their tongues waiting for me to 
devour them and I positioned my mouth midway so they both 
tried to insert theirs through my lips.  I closed them on 
two separate tongues at once and licked over both 
surfaces now writhing together.

They knew we were all kissing; they could feel my fingers 
squirming even harder and finally I asked them to let me 
watch.

Each head only had to turn a fraction, each mouth twist a 
little to the side, and their noses cleared.  Tongues 
rubbed together with no sense of the sex of their owner 
and I throbbed in the girls' hands.

I pressed my lips to each cheek in turn when their mouths 
made firm contact.  These girls were sexy together - so 
sexy that, while I told them, I didn't know if I could 
tell Anna.

I was quite prepared to kiss and tell - that being our 
arrangement - but I didn't know if Anna would react 
differently if the girls had found pleasure between 
themselves.  It depended a bit on how the girls treated 
each other when the kiss broke apart.

What did happen was that both girls gave a giggle then 
kissed again without my instruction.  And *THAT* was 
sexy!

"You going to be sneaking around together at the convent 
now?" I asked after they had decided to kiss me again.

Rosalee giggled again and shook her head but Hailey 
pondered the issue before agreeing with her.  "It was 
nice but not worth the risk."  I had to agree with Hailey 
- and Rosalee might prove to be the risk!

"Do you have to shower together when you're at school?"

"Yes but we could never kiss there..., even if we wanted 
to," Hailey added belatedly.

"I wasn't going to suggest that.  I was thinking how much 
easier it will be for you than it would be for me in a 
similar situation."

"Why?" Rosalee asked for both of them; their breathing 
seemed to be getting coarser.

"Well you could see each other across the room and 
remember how you'd witnessed the other with my fingers in 
her pussy.  You might get crinkly nips but that would be 
all.  If I'd been here with one of you and some other guy 
and you'd given us a hand job together, you know what 
would happen if we saw each other in the change rooms?"

"What?"  I had Rosalee hanging on every word and Hailey 
hanging on my fingernails, she was so tense.

"We would see each other and, immediately, both of us 
would be back here and people would be wondering what the 
hell we were both doing with rock solid boners!  It would 
cause a bit of a stir that's for sure."

"Do you really get hard like that?  All the time?"

"You should remember - you had me like that most of last 
night and I include after I went home."

"Oh this feels dreamy.  It's lovely hearing you talk like 
that while you're rubbing all over the place."

"You're right Hail.  I get even wetter when he tells me 
what he wants or makes me do things I never would have."

Was Rosalee talking about the girls' kiss or our taste 
test the night before?  She could even be just referring 
to being semi-naked in a public park with a third person 
present.

"Well if you like to listen to me why don't I tell you 
how delightfully soft and slippery I find you both.  I'm 
sure you know just how wet you are yourself but why not 
slip your hands in with mine and see how the other girl 
is absolutely soaking my fingers?"

I hoped that I could con them past any sensitivity they 
may have.  After all they weren't touching their friend, 
they were feeling the dampness on me.

Both reached out, Hailey touching my wrist and Rosalee 
the back of my forearm.

"Just move your hands so your knuckles are against the 
underside of my wrist and then slide your fingers over my 
palm until you feel the moisture between my fingers."

I bent my hands away from their furry mounds and both 
girls filled my hands with theirs, curling their fingers 
in the same crescent shape as mine.

"Who do you think is wettest?"

"I think I might be," offered Rosalee.

"I think it could be close.  How would you both like to 
be wetter still?"

"I don't think that is possible," replied Hailey, "but 
I'm game."

"Yes please."

"Leave your hands in mine then."

I moved my palms back towards their bodies.

My fingers, which had dipped and roamed and dipped again, 
were back inside them - deeply secure.  If I wished the 
girls would have a hard time getting their hands, or my 
fingers, out.  Now the pads of their fingers were being 
pressed into contact with the other girl's clit with the 
sensitive hood, its equally sensitive surroundings and 
the ridge of bone that gave structure to their pubic 
mound.

As each girl discovered what it was like to touch another 
(I had no reason to believe either had done so before) 
they gave each other pleasure.  Any thought of doing 
other than holding my prick was abandoned and I could 
feel the tempo building gradually as each encouraged the 
other to copy her - rewarding pleasure with pleasure.

"Kiss again!"  It was a friendly command, more a reminder 
and a hint at how to gain more pleasure still.

Hailey released my balls and put an arm around Rosalee; 
Rosalee dropped my prick and seized the back of Hailey's 
head.  They were gasping in each other's mouths, writhing 
on each other's hands, suspended by my fingers that were 
crushed by the waves of contractions that dominated their 
cunts.
Anna would simply have to deal with any issues she had - 
this was too good a story for me to omit any of the 
details!

Rosalee was sobbing when I let them remove their hands.  
Hailey was gulping air into her lungs as well but she 
looked more stunned.

"How did you know how to do that!?"

"Would you believe I didn't?  I did things I knew you'd 
like and suggested some others that should have given you 
more fun."

"*FUN*!  I think I'm dead," laughed Rosalee.

"Shushh!  You might be dead but you're still in a park.  
I doubt you'd want to explain yourselves.  I know I 
wouldn't."

"Do you want to... like last time?"

"Why don't you see what they're like?"

Hailey was puzzled but Rosalee understood.  She lifted 
her fingers to her lips and carefully cleaned the well-
whipped pussy cream off of each one.

Hailey watched in awe.  "Aren't you curious?" I asked.  
"I know I am."

I lifted my hands and began licking the fingers I had 
used inside them.  Hailey's sample was first and she 
watched for any trace of distaste on my face.  There was 
none.  When I obviously enjoyed Rosalee's too she took a 
tentative lick and decided she didn't mind the clean up.

Rosalee finished first and realised I had been left 
behind yet again.  Well not tonight!

She didn't wait for permission but knelt at my feet and 
took hold of me.  She turned the stiff object towards her 
mouth and without hesitation - or much idea - simply 
popped it in.

"Careful of your teeth Sugar.  It's kind of sensitive.  
That's good.  How you feeling Hon?"

Hailey snuggled in under my arm.

"Better than ever before.  I've come before but never 
like that.  Thank you."

"You are more than welcome.  You did alright.  I guess 
we've done a few things you weren't expecting to tonight.  
I know I have."

As we talked I ran my fingertips over the pale surface of 
her neglected tits.

"We've still got over an hour left - I'm wondering what 
else you might fit in."

"I still don't mind if you want to fit this in me," came 
a voice from my waist.

"What do you think?" I asked Hailey.  After all, though I 
hadn't seen it written down anywhere, it was probably 
outside acceptable social rules to fuck one girl while 
out on a date with another.  Hell I probably shouldn't 
have been getting a blowjob from her!

"Isn't it dangerous?  I mean, won't she get pregnant?"

"Well fucking doesn't mean she *HAS* to get pregnant but 
it is risky if you don't take precautions."

"I want to - but I don't want to get pregnant."

"What kind of precautions?" asked Hailey.

I was surprised - sixteen and *THAT* ignorant!

"You know about rubbers?  Condoms?"

"I've heard of them but I don't really know anything 
about them.  My parents say abstinence is the only safe 
way to avoid pregnancy.  I've been getting talks all week 
since you rang."

"And you still came out here Hon!  Wow!"

"But what about me?"

I could have used a condom - I had two tucked away inside 
my wallet - but Rosalee should only get a taste to 
further whet her appetite and if I used a condom I'd have 
no reason not to ram it in - or to play more games.

"I've got an idea but I need to come first."

Rosalee went back to sucking on me unaware of the risk 
she faced there.

"Mmm nice Sugar.  Move your mouth like you're fucking me 
with it."

"What can I do Roger?  It is supposed to be our date."

Hailey hadn't seriously used that argument until then and 
I had to agree with her.

"I want you to take me right over the edge.  Rosalee is 
doing a lovely job and it won't be long.  You can stand 
beside me or behind me and I'll show you how I need you 
to rub me.  If you don't mind I'd prefer you behind me 
with your other hand on your pussy.  That way I can feel 
you rubbing yourself while you rub me and afterwards I 
can lick your fingers clean again."

"Okay."

"Rosalee.  Sugar.  Hop up now please.  Do you think you 
could stand just there and lift your skirt up for me 
again?  Lovely.  Isn't she gorgeous Hailey?  Can you rub 
your pussy for me now?  Good, get plenty of those juices 
from deep inside."

I had Hailey pumping her hand under mine while she 
fingered herself as both of us watched Rosalee 
masturbating in the shadows.  It was no wonder that after 
all that waiting I came quickly, my stream shooting out 
into the nearby bushes.

"I can feel it," Hailey said, amazed.  "It just squeezed 
through past my fingers and shot out the end.  Wow!"

"Can I make you come too?" asked Rosalee.  She really was 
obsessed with "Me too!"

I had a vision that, when the boys did find Rosalee - and 
I suspected she would start looking before they did, they 
wouldn't know what had hit them.  I only hoped she didn't 
end up pregnant.

"What's your cum like?  Is it sweet too?"

"You can always try some - there is plenty on the back of 
Hailey's finger.  It isn't the same though and you might 
not like it."

Hailey must have been considering the question herself as 
she had been sniffing her hand cautiously.  She decided 
it was silly to have a willing poison taster available 
and then to try it herself so Rosalee found Hailey's hand 
presented like someone offering a choice dish.

Rosalee looked.  Hailey's thumb and pointer had collected 
the bulk of the spill and the thumb seemed to have the 
lesser - and thus safer - load.

Using the raw oyster trick (all or nothing), Rosalee took 
the whole of Hailey's thumb into her mouth, closed her 
lips over it and pulled her head back so she stripped the 
coating as she retreated from Hailey's hand.  Digit 
removed she swallowed and considered the taste and after-
taste.

"It's warm though there wasn't a lot.  It didn't taste 
great but it wasn't bad."  She looked at Hailey 
expectantly and Hailey efficiently cleaned her other 
finger.

"Ugh!"

"Oh there is a bit of an aftertaste.  I missed that."  
Rosalee tormented her friend.

I took Hailey's hand and found the remaining spots.  Both 
girls watched in amazement as I liked them up one by one.

"You get used to it," I responded to the unspoken 
question.  "I wouldn't expect someone to do what I'm not 
willing to myself."

"Now," I continued, "for dessert!  That was a savoury 
dish - we need a sweet one.  Does anyone have anything 
tasty?"

Both girls raised a glistening palm.

"Well done.  Shall we share?"

I separated one of Hailey's fingers and swallowed it, 
sucking as she and Rosalee had done but taking it well 
past the point of diminishing returns.

"Try that yourself," I instructed and cleaned one of 
Rosalee's while we watched Hailey taste herself - 
possibly for the first time.

"You are both delicious.  Rosalee, would you like to swap 
with Hailey now?"

They did and once again I stood close with my arms around 
their shoulders so my fingertips could brush over the 
inadequately uncovered breasts.  I would have to see 
about them next time.

Watching them, thinking of a next time and thinking of 
Anna later I could feel the stirrings in my loins.  It 
was good to be young and I knew it!

Rosalee finished her fingers without further direction 
from me and as she did I laid some rules down so the 
others wouldn't try to play silly games; sexy ones I 
didn't mind.

"I want you to know that I don't intend to get into any 
arguments about who is tastier, softer, tighter, 
prettier, or generally sexier.  Okay?  I like you both 
and there are going to be things you do that are better 
or worse than other things you do and some of those are 
going to be better or worse than what the other person 
does.  For now I like you both; I'd like to keep seeing 
you and if we have more fun alone or together that would 
be nice as well.  But having this sort of fun isn't a 
condition of us going out.  If we keep dating then when 
we say no it is no, no matter what.  Is that all okay?"

The statement was a matter of self-preservation rather 
than some high ideal - and all common sense.

I might only see them two or three times more but I 
needed to keep that relatively eventless.  Had Rosalee 
been content with just Fridays the dynamic would have 
been different though the rules much the same.  Now I had 
an unforeseen tangle of string all around me where there 
should have been two balls orbiting me, gently bouncing 
against each other as they passed and keeping the 
astronomers busy.

As the girls absorbed my words of wisdom they came to the 
conclusion that it simplified things for themselves since 
there needn't be the level of one-upmanship that led them 
to a public park in the first place.  By insisting on not 
raising favourites we stayed on level ground instead of 
playing King of the Hill.

They agreed.

"But what about me now?  I though you had an idea!"

Rosalee; ever impatient, rather gorgeous, slightly 
annoying and yet still desirable, Rosalee!  Ah.

"See what's happened while we've been talking?"

"It's thick again but it's not hard."

"Well if you want to feel it inside you we need two 
things.  The first is to get it solid again and the 
second is to give it a good clean out."

I knew a piss would do the latter but tonight wasn't the 
time to prove pissing was natural, not dirty - and not 
particularly erotic, unless that was where your fancies 
led you.

Instead I was opting for a good clean *UP*.

"Fortunately you can do both at the same time."

"How?"

"If you suck on me like before you will help clear out 
any specks that are hiding inside and if you rub your 
tongue all around the outside you will clear that off 
too."

"And you'll be able to fuck me safely?"

"You'll be able to feel me inside you but it won't be as 
far as either of us might want and it won't be for long 
but you will get the idea if that's what you want."

"But you will be inside me?  That means you'll be fucking 
me won't you?"

"Technically yes."

"Good.  Tell me what to do."

Rosalee sank to her knees once more.  Just a little more 
practise and she could be in great demand.

I held Hailey against me as we watched and traded smiles. 
She laughed, "Dinner, dance and a show!  I thought that 
was only in Vegas."

"Well I don't know it that's available here.  If you'd 
like another date perhaps you can think of something 
suitable for next Saturday."

"How about a motel room?"

I laughed.  "Imagine a seventeen year old walking into 
book a room at a motel with a sixteen year old girl..."

"or two" came the muffled reply from below.

"Oh make it worse!  I don't even know if there are motels 
in town that take that kind of trade but I doubt if they 
are around here.  I can just imagine running into the 
owner who just happens to be in Rotary or something with 
your dads or my foster father.  A phone call and the 
manager is opening the door to a couple of unhappy 
parents - or three sets!," I directed the last to Rosalee 
who was doing "a splendid job".

"That is just right Sugar."

"I'll think of something safer."

"I'd settle for acceptable to our parents for the moment.  
We have time."

Less than an hour now - what a statement!

Rosalee had done all she was going to be able to do.  She 
couldn't reduce the sperm count to zero but she should 
have made any trace minute - and hopefully in too small a 
quantity to be effective if it did move off in search of 
an egg.

I would have to control myself - just give her a taste 
and move on.  It wasn't just that I was eventually moving 
on myself - I had the experience of a mother struggling 
to raise me and I wouldn't like that to happen to 
Rosalee.

"Are you still wet?"  Rosalee stopped and checked.  She 
was.

"Would you like to turn around and crouch down?  Try not 
to get grass stains on your clothes - or knees."  I hoped 
I wasn't too late with the latter comment.

I turned to Hailey.  "Would you help me?"

"Do what?"

"Fit me into position - and stop me from going too deep."

A novelty for Hailey - yet another task from my fevered 
brow to arouse their senses.

I knelt behind Rosalee, cautious of my own trousers, and 
lifted the back of her skirt out of the way.

I checked and she was indeed well-lubricated.  Hailey 
knelt to the side and I wrapped her fingers around the 
base of the shaft.  Little more than the knob poked out 
past her thumb and finger.  Would Rosalee realise how she 
had been literally short-changed?

"Hold it steady there.  Ready Rosalee?"

"Yes.  Please, do it."

I moved my penis by moving Hailey's hand and felt the 
knob being coated in Rosalee's slime as was intended by 
nature.  It moved into the docking position and we were 
ready to engage thrusters.

I eased myself into the virgin hole.  If Rosalee was to 
be believed, she was my first cherry and I had to be 
thankful her hymen had already gone.  Virginity is only a 
state of mind though; to me the act of allowing me to 
finger her to orgasm was as much of a transition from 
innocence (mo matter how knowledgeable) to carnal 
awareness, perhaps awakening.  The physical act we now 
performed was far less significant.

Of course not everyone viewed matters that way.

I moved forward until Hailey's hand touched against 
Rosalee's pussy and began to push into my belly.  I 
longed to keep going but I wouldn't be where I was now if 
I didn't have some self-control.

Out again, just as slowly, listening to Rosalee's quiet 
whimpers.

In.  A forceful thrust that squashed Hailey between our 
bodies and allowed me some semi-forbidden depth, then out 
and Rosalee complaining at the sudden emptiness.  I slid 
my thumb in and fucked her with that a few time.  It was 
an inadequate substitution for both of us, no matter how 
she would have delighted in it before.  I stopped, 
caressed her and helped her to her feet once I had stood.

"Rosalee you feel so nice inside, I really wish we could 
have made love - not just a fuck in the open like that."

She cuddled into me and gave me a big kiss.

I had intended to help Hailey up but while Rosalee had me 
occupied Hailey must have decided that fingers weren't 
the only things that needed cleaning.

If Rosalee did a superb job beforehand, Hailey was 
exceptional - possibly with the incentive of a sweet 
taste treat when *SHE* licked me all over.

I eventually got her to stop and helped her up while 
Rosalee was re-buttoning her top.  I thanked Hailey as 
well, tucking myself away before Rosalee decided to start 
a new round, and then I made sure that both girls looked 
tidy.

"Shall we go back inside now?"

Rosalee was eager to.  It would prove a victory of sorts 
in front of those who knew her from last night.  I 
expected more complaint from Hailey but apparently she 
decided that victory had been hers out in the park - and 
it was a victory that hadn't involved a competition with 
anyone else.

"I'd like a last dance with you and I think I should 
powder more than my nose.  Can I have my panties please?"

"Sure, for you and you.  Are you game enough to carry 
them in and not put them on until you get to the ladies?"

"I am if you are," challenged Rosalee.

"Where can we carry them?"

"Your tops can hang over the outsides of your skirts.  
Put them behind your waist band."

"They might fall."

"That would be part of the risk."

"I notice you don't have to take any risks."

"Sorry - other tasks, other risks."

"Yeah?  Like what?"

It was not even remotely tempting to say "taking out a 
vicious murdering son of a bitch".  Some things you never 
said even if you knew they would be taken in jest.

People remembered the strangest things and that is why I 
knew nobody would worry about these girls.  When it came 
time to think back it would be "Roger Torrent - oh yeah, 
remember he was screwing two bitches at the same time.  
What a guy!"

If it hadn't been that though there would have been 
something else - perhaps the slipped foot that caused the 
car to go through a plate glass window.  I'd have found, 
have made, something happen.

The girls changed their minds.  They put their heads 
together for a second and came to an agreement.  They 
wanted more fun; risk equalled discovery; discovery 
equalled no fun until they were old maids.

I said I quite understood their position and offered to 
help hold them steady while they dressed.

---

The guy on the door looked at our stamps.  "Hardly worth 
coming back.  You are supposed to stay here, you know 
that?"

"We went for something to eat and the waitress lost our 
order after we took ages to get seated."

He didn't really care - he might even have seen us enter 
and leave the park - but an admonition had been given so 
the management could claim to be "policing the young 
people" and a plausible excuse allowed them to deny there 
was ever a cause for concern.  It was classic "Don't ask 
- Don't tell!"

Inside the reception was different.  Hailey and Rosalee 
went off on their way while I headed back to "the crowd".

"Where have you been?"

"Rosalee turned up unexpectedly and we wandered outside 
before there was a cat fight in here."

"You should have let it happen - it's been a dull night."

"You've danced with me three times Trevor - thanks!"

"I didn't mean you Kyra."

"Go on," commanded Kyra.  "How did you calm them down."

"They are sensible girls who were able to work things out 
over a coffee."

"That was a big cup of coffee - no wonder they went to 
the little girls room!"

Kyra wasn't buying it and noticed a bit of grass on my 
pants leg.  When no-one was looking she leaned over and 
picked it off.  She held it below the table, twirling it 
in her fingers where only I could spot it.

I in turn managed to pass my hand near her face and 
noticed her eyes open in recognition.  I was sure our 
next private talk would be interesting.

The girls came back and greeted those around us with no 
sign there was or had been anything unusual.  Hailey came 
and took her place on my lap and Rosalee sat in a free 
seat beside us.

They had apparently agreed in the ladies room that 
whoever was officially on the date got to take prime 
place such as sitting on my lap, first dance, last kiss 
goodnight, etc.  That arrangement meant the other didn't 
miss out but it also seemed they felt I was up to coping 
with the both of them on two dates a week!  I decided I 
needed to put Mr. Pringle into his pine box and get out 
of here while I had the strength.

The conversation paused and we were suddenly the object 
of considerable silent interest.  Kyra came to the 
rescue, giving us a chance to escape and the others a 
chance to talk about us behind our backs.

"Pete, since Kev apparently doesn't care to dance with me 
perhaps you'd like to ask me."

"Huh.  Oh, sure Kyra."

Pete stood while Kev protested "that wasn't what I 
meant."

"Yes Pete?"

"Fuck!"

"No.  I think the question is 'Dance?'  Though I don't 
know..."

"Would you like to dance Kyra?"  The words almost ran 
together.

"Hey Kev - since you are free."  I nodded sideways.

"Oh okay.  Hailey would *YOU* like to dance."

He turned back to look at the girl on my lap as she 
answered.

"I think Roger is actually taking me but thank you 
anyway.  Maybe Rosalee would like one."

Hailey was enjoying the turnaround of the earlier mix up 
and we headed out to the dance floor without waiting to 
see how Kev recovered.

The music was fast but we stayed in each other's arms 
anyway.  It was post-coital bliss without the coitus.  Oh 
well it was like virginity - it is not necessarily about 
the fucking.

Rosalee was cosied up to Kevin as well.  I think she was 
feeling tired.  After Friday's date, she'd started today 
with an energetic soccer game, had the stresses of the 
mornings revelations to take her through what must have 
been an afternoon of planning and now an evening of even 
more strenuous (if stationary) exercise.

Kev seemed uncertain how I would react so I just smiled 
at the pair of them.

Actually, offloading Rosalee onto Kev might have been a 
reasonable exit strategy for that complication.  It 
didn't have to be immediate or obvious - just someone 
there interested and ready to pick up the pieces.  It was 
as I had said, being able to strike up a conversation 
made it so much easier for a guy to actually start dating 
a girl.

Kev was consigned to my mental notepad for now.  It was 
too nice just holding Hailey, listening to her whisper 
how wonderful I was, telling her how lovely I thought she 
was and pausing occasionally to share a dance-floor-
regulation kiss with no more than the maximum Teenage 
Passion Allowance.

The songs finished and I shouted Kev a drink as well.  We 
stood together by the bar and drained them then Kev asked 
Rosalee if she'd like another dance.

"I think this one's Roger's but thank you anyway.  Maybe 
Hailey would like a dance."

Hailey grabbed the confused boy and this time it was 
Rosalee who shared quiet mutterings and the groundwork 
being laid for the repair of Hailey's broken heart.  I'd 
better be careful or Kev would end up responsible for the 
two of them and frankly I didn't think he had the 
stamina.

My swap hadn't gone unnoticed.  That in itself wasn't too 
unusual though most people came with the concept of 
bringing or finding a set partner.  It was rather the 
love 'em and leave 'em attitude *WHILE THEY WERE ALL 
STILL ON THE DANCE FLOOR*!

We danced out an equivalent set and Rosalee turned her 
face up and said a little sadly, "Better swap me back 
with Kev so Hailey can have a last dance with you - we'll 
have to go soon."

"How were you planning on getting home?"

"When Mom dropped me off I told her you would bring me 
home or I'd call if there was any problem.  I've actually 
got taxi fare."

"Don't be silly.  We'll get you home but you understand 
why I have to drop you off first?"

"Yes.  That's all settled between us."

"I think a truce rather than a cease fire.  You have 
conflicting desires and I think it's good you've worked 
it out."

"Good because you get two girls!"

"Good because I'm not responsible for ending the 
friendship between you.  I could always get sent on to 
another foster home; anywhere!  You've got Hailey as your 
friend - that's valuable."

"You're valuable too!  Don't get sent away."

She hugged me then suddenly let me go.

"Come on, dance over to Kev."

"Fancy him, do you?"

"He's shy but okay."

"I used to be shy once."

If you tell people the truth sometimes they just refuse 
to believe you.

As we neared, Hailey turned out of Kev's arms with a 
"Thank you" and merged against my body.  From what I 
could see past her head Kev must have been grilling 
Rosalee over what was going on.  I hoped I could find out 
through Mark or Kyra what his investigations revealed.

I had put a call through for a cab while we had been 
drinking at the bar and was as conscious as Rosalee about 
the time.  "We'll drop Rosalee off and get the cab to 
drive us the long way home."

"Long way?"

"You can show me where you go to school and maybe have a 
look at mine."

"We'll be late."

"Well maybe just yours then."

Hailey decided taking Rosalee home wasn't too much of an 
imposition.

"We'd better say our goodbye," I suggested.

"I like Kyra."

"They all seem quite nice."  I wasn't going to isolate 
just her.

Hailey grabbed Rosalee.  "One quick dash!"

Kev and I watched them head to the ladies.

"Why do they need to go in pairs?" I asked.

"That's easy mate - 'cause that's how you keep dating 
them!"

"Ha fucking ha!"

The girls came straight back - what they had time for I 
couldn't imagine.  They joined me in saying good night 
and then it was simply waiting outside for the taxi.

"How come you were so quick on your last trip?" I 
ventured.  "Was there a long queue?"

Hailey showed me her clean arm.  "You don't need a pass 
out if you haven't been out - we don't want to explain 
why we were stamped.  Plus I won't be able to say 
goodnight to Rosalee properly so we did it by the wash 
basins.

"What - kissed?"

"Why not.  We kiss you."

"I know.  I'm just sorry to miss it.  It looks so sexy."

"Well maybe we will only kiss each other next week and 
you can just watch."

"Just be careful what you wish for," I countered.

"Here's a cab," pointed Rosalee.

"I think it is ours."

"How do you know?"

I couldn't answer "because I ordered one from that 
company to turn up here at this time."  It would only go 
down poorly.

Instead I opened the door and helped Hailey in; she moved 
right across.

"I can be a gentleman or I can sit in the middle.  Which 
do you prefer?"

"I can close a door.  Get in!" ordered Rosalee.

I gave the driver Rosalee's address and as we leaned back 
together I discovered another change that had occurred 
during the girls quick visit to the ladies.  They took my 
hands and clasped them to their thighs, both spreading 
their knees wide and pushing my hands against crotches 
unencumbered by fabric.

Bare pussy in the back of a taxi!

It was pointless to try and get either of them to come 
again; there simply was no time or privacy.  I resisted 
the urge to do more than simply stroke the soft outer 
surfaces - a touch of intimacy after an evening of lust.

That wasn't to say that I didn't spend my time kissing 
both girls even though the driver was keeping one eye on 
us in his mirror.  He said nothing though, even when I 
changed partners frequently, until we approached 
Rosalee's house.

"Excuse me sir.  I have no objection how you spend your 
time provided that when you leave my cab it is ready to 
be hired out again.  You wouldn't believe some of the 
things that have happened in here.  Forgive me if I'm 
mistaken or the advice isn't wanted but I've found 
mothers especially are prone to taking considerable 
notice of their daughters when they arrive home.  Little 
matters like missing underwear tend to have them sniffing 
when you'd swear there was nothing to smell."

The girls were stunned.  Did they really smell so 
strongly?  They and I had been immersed in whatever cloud 
of aromas we exuded; we weren't appropriate testers but 
it seemed a stranger was.

Rosalee found her pants and tried to slip them on without 
making it obvious - an impossibility!  In fact just 
getting them on in the back seat of a moving car seemed 
too difficult for the moment.  She needed to stand up.

"Can you pull over in that dark patch up ahead please?"

The driver didn't ask why.

"Hop out and straighten them - you'll be so quick no-one 
will notice.

Rosalee did as I suggested, blushing heavily when she 
turned back to see the middle-aged driver turned in his 
seat.  We set out again and he quietly said, "You've got 
no cause to blush miss.  Not with me - and not with such 
a pretty tush.  Now, which one is it?"

Rosalee pointed to her house and both she and I got out.

"Thank him for me will you - I couldn't."

"For what?  The advice or the compliment?"

"I couldn't believe either - for both then."

We had a proper goodnight kiss while the driver and 
Hailey watched from the cab then Rosalee's mother was 
there and it became a matter of "good night" and a peck 
of a kiss before she promised to call about the following 
Friday and I had to turn away.

Hailey had taken the moments to restore her own panties - 
more easily done than with Rosalee's hip huggers.  I 
wondered how she had dealt with the driver but there was 
no sense of frostiness or concern in the car.

"Where to now then?"

Hailey looked at her watch and determined how long a 
drive she could get away with.  She gave an address and 
leaned into my embrace.

"I've enjoyed myself tonight."

"It was fun; a departure from a normal date and anything 
I had intended but I think that worked out well in the 
end - for all of us."

"But now I have to think about how to top it!"

"No.  We don't have to top anything.  Just think of 
something you'd like to do or something you'd like to 
show me.  It doesn't have to be way out - if you want to 
go to a movie that's quite okay."

She had her hand on the bulge in my pants, just 
scratching her hand over the surface, and my arm behind 
her back allowed me to cup her breast properly for the 
first time even if it was still through her clothing.

"That's my school.  The classrooms are along that wall 
there."  Hailey pointed them out.  "We'd better head home 
I guess."

"I only hope you can pay for your joyride at the end," 
the driver replied.

"It will be all right," I told him.

Hailey and I exchanged gentle lip-nibbling kisses; 
slowing down rather than working ourselves up to a 
tension that we couldn't solve - at least together - and 
didn't really need.

I walked her up to the door too.

"Is he still watching us?" she asked.

"I think he wants to make sure I don't do a runner on 
him."  I didn't believe that for a minute.

"He was strange but then I guess he probably has had 
weirder passengers than us."

"Weirder perhaps but certainly none so charming!"  I 
pressed my lips to the back of her hand and was rewarded 
with sparking laughter.  Self-assured peals that were 
subtly soft rather than the nervousness of Rosalee's 
giggles.  I was damned by my own rules - if I said I 
liked Hailey's laugh then, by the absence of any comment 
good *OR* bad, I was critical of Rosalee.  Bugger it!

"I like the sound of your laugh."

"You'll have to keep me happy then."

It was my turn to laugh.  "I'll try."

Hailey was conscious that her parents would not want her 
kissing a boy on the front doorstep for the neighbours to 
witness.  She heard it open behind her and satisfied 
herself with a hug that inadequately pressed our cheeks 
together.

"Thank you again."

She turned to stand inside the door watching as I left.

"Rosalee called a little while ago and asked if you could 
give her a ring."

Nothing else was said so Rosalee hadn't expressed any 
indignation that we had taken maybe fifteen minutes to 
drive the short distance to Hailey's house.  If she had 
let that slip then we would have been under interrogation 
from the second we pulled up.

"Thanks Mum."  Hailey made a funny face towards me alone; 
a sort of "What do I tell her?"

"Just remember whose date it was."  I hoped that was a 
safe enough hint while her mother was standing there.  
Hailey waved goodbye and I got back in the cab.

"Anywhere else before I drop you home?"

"No thanks.  I'm ready for bed."

"Whose?"

"My own this time."  I took no offence at the driver's 
comments.

"You've been watching too many James Bond movies young 
man.  If you're taking any special pills though I'd like 
a couple.  Ah! to be in my teens again!"

"I just got luckier than I deserved tonight.  Certainly I 
didn't go looking to bring two hot young ladies home."

"You were hot enough in the park.  I had to put in a 
false call to get a police car diverted.  Who was down on 
her knees in front of you at the end?"

"Rosalee, the first one."

"Ah.  The tight butt!"

"I think you scared them."

"I think I saved 'em from a hiding.  At least I might 
have saved *YOU* from one.  Back when I was chasing 
skirts that young, their daddies were just as likely to 
leave a young man a little black and blue if he brought 
them home with their hair or clothes mussed."

"You could be right and I thank you.  You had better go 
around the block once more and I'll make my report.  It 
will make the next one quicker and that's where I should 
have something substantial."

The driver handed over a small device and drove in 
silence as I gave a run down, not of the events but of 
the interactions and implications over the past couple of 
days.

"Thanks."

"No worries Roger.  You likely to need the cab before 
next week?"

"No.  You can go out and earn some real money."

We both laughed.  "I bet you're too lousy to even tip 
me."

"I would have thought you got a big enough tip just 
looking in the mirror."

"True.  The second one's not a bad looker but the first 
is built and she wouldn't have you screwing up your face 
while you kissed her.  How are they?"

"Inexperienced but sincere and not incompetent.  The sort 
you wouldn't mind changing to 'Experienced'."

"No chance of that for me.  I've got another year or two 
mainly taxis and so on - which I don't mind.  Then I 
might get a spot in one of the better hotels."

"Doorman, behind the desk, security?"  We had a flexible 
career path since there were many opportunities to serve.  
I wouldn't have to take up another position when it came 
time for me to move on but it was interesting to hear 
what my colleagues felt and perhaps I would enjoy a few 
years doing something "normal".

"There's advantages in Doorman but you're too visible if 
something goes wrong - people remember you.  Now if 
you're only pretending to be a doorman that's good 
because they describe the uniform and not the person.

"Desk is good for changing rooms around and playing with 
bookings.  You can be apologetic while you are moving 
your guest into a room suitably targeted from a multi-
level car park down the street.

"I like Security though.  You are *SUPPOSED* to be 
invisible and no-one bitches if you are in the halls in 
the middle of the night or checking a room or watching 
guests on tape.  *THAT* is a nice easy job."

"What about all the real problems that occur?"

"Is a drunk vomiting in the lift any worse than one 
puking his guts out in my back seat - and over into the 
front too sometimes?  Hell, a hotel's got Housekeeping; 
I'd only have to deal with the drunk!  Here you are."

"Thanks.  Will I see you again?"

"If you only need me once or twice.  Probably not good to 
let the two girls see me again though."

He didn't need to tell me why.

"Okay.  Bye then."

"Bye Roger - real nice seeing a true stud in action!"

---

Doug and Elsie were up still but Brent was in the 
bathroom and Anna had gone to bed.  Since they knew I'd 
taken out a different girl each night I made no secret of 
Rosalee surprising us.  It would have seemed odd that I 
didn't mention the night's main point of interest.

"You should have stuck to just one Roger."

"Oh I can see that, it's just which one?  They are both 
nice.  And there are others at school who seem nice too.  
How do you pick just one if you can't ask them out to see 
if you really do like each other?"

"No-one disagrees with you about that.  It's one of the 
big problems a teenager faces.  What have you got planned 
for tomorrow?  Another girl?"

"No I need to do a bit of study but I thought I'd take my 
truck over to show a friend from school, Mark.  We were 
talking about them the other day."

"Okay."

"Will you be back for dinner?"

"I think so Ma.  Yes, I'll make sure I am."

"I can leave yours to one side and you can heat it up."

"No.  I'll be here.  I think I probably need an early 
night to make up for the last two!"

I heard Brent entering his room and said goodnight.  I 
did need a shower and then I hoped I could put off my 
talk to Anna - I really could use some more sleep.

I changed out of my clothes and into my PJs - no sense in 
carting another set of clothes around with me.  I didn't 
think Ma would care if she caught me in my boxers - she 
was washing them and with a husband and son I wasn't 
going to be surprising her is she accidentally saw 
anything else.

Anna wouldn't care either though her parents might raise 
the matter further if they saw her seeing me.

I used the toilet and then stripped off while I let the 
shower come back up to temperature.

"Hey!"

I started.  Boy was I getting sloppy.  I'd done my 
standard recon of my room and found all my telltales 
where I had left them.  I had made a quick visual check 
across the roof but I hadn't bothered to cross-check the 
bathroom!  I had made the mistake of thinking of this 
house as a home - a place where outsiders couldn't breach 
my defences and I could relax.  That was true enough 
while I was an unknown to the Pringles but from here on 
in I couldn't afford that sort of slip up.

My next verbal would be embarrassing regardless of what 
successes I had to report.  It might seem like a little 
matter but it could get me or one of my helpers killed - 
or worse captured - or it might see the project 
irrevocably harmed.  Failure was a fact of life - not 
learning from them, often a cause of death.

Knowing that, I wouldn't be tempted to try to skip the 
details.

"How long have you been there?"  Personal modesty isn't 
impossibly high on my list of priorities but I do like 
*SOME* privacy.

"Only since you turned the water on.  Are you coming to 
see me?  I waited up for you."

Great!  I bet my taxi driver would be killing himself 
with either laughter or envy if he could hear this.

"I was wondering if I might give you a run down in the 
morning; I'm a bit tired."

"It won't be as much fun then; you won't be able to show 
me as you tell me."

"How about I give you a quick overview now and then fill 
in all the details tomorrow night?"

"How come you are so tired?"

"Well partly it's because a beautiful young lady wanted a 
bedtime story last night and partly because another young 
lady called Rosalee got greedy."

"Rosalee turned up!"

"Ssshh!  Pop back to your room and I'll be along later."

"Not too late or I'll fall asleep."

"Do you want me to wake you up or just look at the 
beautiful faces while you are snoring?"

"I don't snore! ... Do I?"

"Not that I've heard from my room - but it's a long way."

"You!  Get clean!  I might want to make use of you."

"Yes ma'am."

I climbed into the shower before I wasted much more water 
and soaked up the heat from the spray.  It made me feel 
better while making me sleepier as well.  I hoped Anna 
was asleep so I could join her - in separate beds.

Towelling my hair was vitally important.  Not to ensure 
my pillow didn't get damp but to make sure I didn't leave 
obvious clues I'd been resting my head on Anna's.  Even 
as I hoped I wouldn't need to spend time with her tonight 
I had to prepare as if I was.

---

Anna's window was down but I could get my fingernails 
underneath it and the screen stayed behind.  I thought 
she might have been asleep but I caught the uneven nature 
of her breathing.  I had been careless before but I 
wouldn't be again if I could help it - no situation was 
to be viewed as wholly safe.

>>>
     I slept in my room with the knowledge a determined
     person could kill me dozens of times over without
     the slightest thing I could do to stop them.  After
     all, *I* had four easy means of killing the whole
     Jamieson family and having it look like an accident.

     If I didn't care about it looking accidental I could
     just walk around the house and take them out one by
     one in no more than forty five seconds; if they knew
     I was coming, maybe a minute forty five.

     If I wanted to prepare for it I could be three
     states away when it happened and that was only
     because I didn't care for the fourth in that
     direction.
<<<

Anna wanted to pretend to be asleep; well I would give 
her a rude awakening.

I slid my hand under the covers and along her body.  At 
her PJs I fiddled until my fingers were under her 
waistband and slid my hand inside.  She was warm and the 
curls soft.  This I could do for hours - normally!  It 
took little effort to stroke Anna's mound and I didn't 
have to worry about either of us getting over-excited.

"Stop faking," I said as I kissed her, "or I'll go back 
to my own room."

"How did you know?"

"I just did."

"Do you want to hop in here with me?"

Anna lifted the sheet.  I looked at the bed and accepted.  
It's size meant we would either need to spoon or one of 
us would have to lay at least partly on the other.  Anna 
didn't move as I climbed in so it seemed she would be the 
mattress.

Any of the positions would have left my lips near Anna's 
ear - this left them near her mouth as well.

"So tell me about Rosalee.  Or was there something juicy 
beforehand?"

"Nothing special and I refuse to go through the juicy 
bits when you don't have time to enjoy them."

"Rosalee turned up out of the blue and apparently willing 
to challenge Hailey.  I got them both outside and we 
managed to get things sorted out without a couple of 
hundred people egging them on to a cat fight.  Afterwards 
we went back and I danced with each of them a few more 
times until it was time to get a taxi which dropped each 
girl home in turn and then me."

"So nothing happened!?  Nothing at all!?"

"Tomorrow night."

"Not one juicy bit so I know there's something to wait 
for."

"Okay - try and work out which of the girls put her 
panties back on in the taxi going home."

"Is that all?"

"All that happened or all that I'm telling you now?"

"Telling me of course.  It's obvious that if she put her 
panties on something must have happened for her to take 
them off."

"Well in addition to working out the who maybe you can 
consider the why and perhaps the when, where, and how!  
That should tide you over.  Try and have some creative 
ideas to tell *ME* first."

Anna wrapped her arms around me and wouldn't let me go.  
I didn't mind the foolishness and kissed her.  She kissed 
me back and held on.

"I'm tired," I protested.

"Then go to sleep."

"I can't.  You know that."

"Tomorrow night then!  Promise?"

"Unless I can manage it any sooner."

Anna raised her eyebrows at my modification of her 
request.  How would I possibly manage that?

I was able to escape with nothing more than another kiss 
between us - Anna was as tired as me and we both would 
probably drift off thinking of tonight's adventurous 
date.

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