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Slumber Party
By Amy & Larry (address withheld)
Edited by Krieg Lite (critic@anon.nymserver.com)
2 May 1997

***

Bob gets dragooned into overseeing a slumber party. And 
what began as an unwanted obligation ended with intense 
please. (M/f-teens+, ped, 1st, mast, oral, orgy)

***

Editors Note: A manuscript of this story was found in a 
bottle floating in the Atlantic off the coast of 
Newfoundland. It was transcribed verbatim as follows: 
This story contains an account of sexual play between 
an adult male and multiple teenage females and is 
intended for mature audiences. 

***

It was just after 10 when the phone rang; too late to 
be a telemarketer, so I answered it. It was my next 
door neighbor.

"Bob, this is Joan Donovan. I'm sorry to bother you, 
but I need a favor. Amy's having a slumber party over 
here, and I just got a call from the hospital. My 
sister's been in an accident, and I need to get over 
there right away. I don't want to leave the girls over 
here by themselves, or I might not have a house left to 
come home to. I know it's a lot to ask, but could you 
stay over here with them tonight? It'll probably be 
tomorrow afternoon at least before I can make it back, 
but if it's any longer than that I'll get someone else 
to take over for you until we can get the girls back 
home."

Not the way I had planned to spend my Friday night, but 
Joan was a good friend, and I owed her. Besides, I 
wouldn't mind having her a little obligated to me for a 
change. I'd had low-key designs on her since she and 
her husband split a few years ago, so this might give 
me a little opening. Not that I'd really take 
advantage, not really. "Sure, Joan. I wouldn't mind. 
Give me ten minutes and I'll be right over. You don't 
have to wait for me. Go ahead to the hospital. Just 
give me a call when you get there and let me know how 
things are going."

"Thanks, Bob. I really appreciate it. I owe you. I'll 
call you as soon as I get there and find out what's 
going on." Yep, she owed me, all right. I wondered 
where I could dig up a chair and a whip.

As I got dressed, I heard Joan's car pull out of the 
driveway and hit the street with a slight squeal of 
tires. That didn't mean she was stressed; she always 
squealed the tires. I grabbed a shaving kit, just in 
case, picked up the book I had been reading and a 
spare, and walked over to Joan's. I was mildly 
surprised to find the door cracked open, but I stuck my 
head in and yelled, "Amy? It's Mr. Johnson. Anybody 
home?" A rhetorical question if ever there was one, 
because the racket coming down the hall would have been 
audible at the end of a busy airport runway.

"Come on in! We're all back here!" screamed Amy over 
the din. I walked in and closed the door behind me. I 
was a little disoriented. I felt obligated to see that 
everything was all right, but I didn't want to venture 
into a room full of teen-age girls if it could be 
avoided. I decided that discretion was the better part 
of valor and parked myself in the den. I called back 
down the hall to say that I would be in the den if 
anyone needed anything, and opened my book. I hadn't 
even found my place when I heard bare feet padding down 
the hall.

Amy walked into the den, saying "Mr. Johnson, could you 
get us some Cokes? And maybe some chips? They're in the 
kitchen." Amy was in my American history class, and in 
my home room as well, so I probably saw as much or more 
of her than her mother did, but this wasn't the Amy I 
remembered from class. This Amy was wearing a thin tee 
shirt that reached just below a clearly visible pair of 
bikini panties. And nothing else. Her nipples were if 
anything more visible than her panty line, and she knew 
it.

When I got my breath back, which I hoped wasn't more 
than a couple of heartbeats, I assured her that I would 
find refreshments and bring them to her. I had the 
feeling that I may have stammered a bit; her grin 
reinforced the feeling. She turned and went back down 
the hall to her bedroom. A number of analogies for her 
swinging hips went through my mind as she walked away, 
but they were all trite and hackneyed, and thus 
inadequate. 

My throat was still dry, and I could feel an erection 
beginning to press against my pants. I tried to 
remember how old she was. Fifteen. No, she must be 
almost sixteen. Her birthday was sometime this month... 
That must be it. This must be a kind of birthday party. 
It occurred to me that my half-formed lust for Joan 
might have led me into a situation that was a bit more 
complex than I had anticipated. When I got to the 
kitchen, I found the goodies with no problem, but 
realized that I had no idea how many girls were back 
there. I filled a glass with ice, popped the top of a 
can of Coke and started to pour. My hands were very 
obviously shaking. I took a deep breath and shouted 
down the hall, "How many drinks, ladies?"

Amy's voice came back right away. "Five! No, Six!"

"Coming right up," I shouted back with more confidence 
than I felt. I filled six glasses with ice and Coke, 
and arranged them on a tray around a bowl that I filled 
with chips. I tried to remember the first time I had 
met Amy. She couldn't have been more than eight or nine 
at the time. I tried telling myself that she was still 
a kid. It didn't work. I picked up the tray, and then 
set it down again while I adjusted my pants, trying to 
make myself a little less obvious. I couldn't get the 
image of Amy and her tee shirt out of mind. And now I 
was going to pick up this tray and walk down to that 
room and she would be there and I would hand her the 
tray and I would be looking right at her, and there 
would be no avoiding it. I was still shaking as I 
picked up the tray and started down the hall.

The door to her room was standing half-open. I called 
"Room service!" pushed the door open with my elbow and 
stepped inside. Standing in the corner of the room, 
directly in front of my eyes, was a girl wearing 
nothing but a pair of panties. For what seemed an 
eternity, but couldn't have been more than a full 
second, there wasn't a sound or a movement in the room. 
Then the naked girl screamed and grabbed a shirt from 
the bed, covered herself, and dived beneath the side of 
the bed. 

The room full of girls began cackling and roaring and 
laughing and shrieking. My face was burning, and my 
eyes focused on the spot where the girl had been 
standing. I couldn't see anything else in the room. I 
mumbled "Whoops. Sorry," set the tray down on a desk 
beside the door, turned, and retreated from the room 
with waves of mad laughter following me down the hall.

When I got back to the den, I tried to calmly assess 
what had happened. The girl hadn't been Amy, of that 
much I was sure, but whoever she was she certainly had 
a nice body. Beautiful breasts, for sure. In the 
confusion, I hadn't even seen Amy. I hadn't seen anyone 
well enough to tell anything about them except that 
they were all more-or-less dressed. It was strange, but 
my semi-erection had disappeared. I was still 
contemplating the mystery when the phone rang. I picked 
it up, but my voice cracked as I said "Hello."

Joan laughed, and said, "Cracking up already, Bob? I 
thought you could handle a few girls."

"Sorry. No problems so far, Joan. How's your sister?"

"She's a little busted up, but nothing serious. Broken 
arm, cracked ankle, lots of little cuts and bruises. 
They're going to keep her here tonight for observation, 
but I think they'll let us take her home tomorrow. If 
it's all right with you, what I'd like to do is spend 
the night here, then get her home in the morning to 
pick up a few things, then bring her back home to my 
house to stay until she's able to get around for 
herself."

"Sure, Joan. That's no problem at all. If there's 
anything else I can do to help, just let me know."

"You're a doll, Bob. Believe me, I will. Amy, get off 
the line."

There was a click as the extension hung up, then Joan 
went on, "Don't let those girls get to you, Bob. If you 
give them an inch, they'll take advantage of you like 
you won't believe."

"Don't worry, Joan. I can handle them."

"Yeah, sure. OK, I'll see you tomorrow. If something 
comes up that you need me for, you can reach me through 
the nurses' station." She gave me the number, wished me 
luck, and hung up.

I was sitting there, thinking about what had happened 
so far, and what Joan had said, when Amy led a parade 
of girls into the den. I felt a pang of mild 
disappointment to see that all of them were now 
clothed; then I mentally slapped myself for being 
disappointed. Amy was carrying a glass of Coke in her 
hand, and she thrust it at me as she said, "Here, this 
was supposed to be for you, but you ran out before we 
could do the introductions. Anyway, I want you to meet 
my friends." The friends all grinned and waved. "If you 
would ever come to our soccer games, you'd know 
everybody, cause we're all on the team."

"Anyway, Mr. Johnson, this is Jennifer. She's a junior, 
but she's seventeen, anyway. I know you already met 
her, but I don't think you saw her face." She grinned 
broadly.

Jennifer stepped forward and offered her hand. "Nice to 
meet you, Mr. Johnson," she said with a mischievous 
glint in her eye.

I shook her hand and said, "Jennifer." I tried to keep 
my eyes locked on hers, but I couldn't keep from 
glancing down. She was now wearing jeans and a loose 
sweatshirt. I heard a soft chorus of giggles from the 
others.

Amy stepped to the next girl in line and introduced her 
as Staci, fifteen and a sophomore. We shook hands and 
exchanged greetings. At the next girl, Amy said, "This 
is Beth. As of today we're officially the same age: 
sixteen." As I shook hands with Beth, I had the feeling 
that there was something surreal about this whole 
thing. When we reached the last girl, Amy patted her on 
the shoulder, "And this is Shelly. She's the baby of 
the bunch."

Shelly punched Amy on the shoulder and laughed, "I'm no 
baby!" As I took Shelly's hand, I realized what had 
made these introductions seem so strange. Amy had made 
a point of everyone's age and grade. I wondered why. I 
suppose the puzzled look on my face contributed to the 
grins on the girls as they all turned and bounced back 
down the hall in a cacophony of Seeya-laters.

I gave up on my book; I was totally unable to 
concentrate. So I turned the TV on, and turned down the 
sound so that it was barely audible. I sat mindlessly 
channel-surfing for several minutes. It suddenly 
occurred to me that I was able to hear the TV. The 
house was quiet. I wondered if the girls had gone to 
sleep. I strained to hear any sounds from Amy's room. 
After a few seconds, I could hear the sound of whispers 
from down the hall, although I couldn't make out any 
words. Then I clearly heard a soft "Shit!" giggles, and 
a feigned hoarse "Take it off!"

If I were a bettin' man, I'd have to say that there was 
a strip poker game in progress. I listened for a few 
more minutes, but heard nothing else that was 
intelligible. I stood up and walked quietly to the 
hall. The hall was dark, the only light coming from the 
open door to Amy's room. I could hear the blood 
pounding in my ears. I walked very slowly down the hall 
toward the light, staying in the shadows. As I drew 
closer, I could see that four of the girls were sitting 
in a circle on the floor. I didn't see Shelly, but all 
of the others except Beth appeared to be braless. 

I could see Jen clearly, and her breasts looked just as 
good now as they did before. Amy had her back to me, 
with Staci on her left between her and Jen so that I 
could see her in profile. As I watched, Beth dealt 
cards to Amy and Staci, but skipped Jen. I choked as I 
realized what that meant. Jen had already lost 
everything. She was sitting there with nothing left to 
bet. I stood there praying silently for her to stand 
up.

Just then, Shelly said, "Hi, Mr. Johnson!" She was 
fully clothed, apparently a non-player, and standing 
just behind Staci. I nearly panicked, then stepped 
forward into the light and said, "Anybody need 
anything?"

The girls looked around at each other, then Jen shook 
her head and said, "Not right now, thanks." No one 
appeared to have the slightest concern for the 
situation.

Without turning around, Amy dismissed me with a 
friendly "We'll let you know if we need anything, Mr. 
Johnson." I turned and retreated once more to the 
safety of the den.

I have no idea how long I had been sitting there. My 
mind was reeling, and thoughts of naked girls were 
irrepressible. It had to have been at least fifteen or 
twenty minutes, I suppose. Then Amy came walking in, 
fully clothed. "Mr. Johnson, we're getting ready to 
start another game, and we want you to play, too."

I looked up, speechless. "Oh, come on! Shelly said 
she'll play if you do. It won't hurt anything. 
Nobody'll know about it. Mom won't be home until 
afternoon. We really need you for the game."

"I don't know, Amy. If anybody ever found out, there 
would be big, big trouble."

"Nobody will find out, Mr. Johnson. Come on, let's go. 
You know it will be fun."

I knew it was insane. Incredibly dangerous. Insane. But 
then I thought of all those nice bodies, and thought 
about being there and part of the game. The hell with 
it.

"Okay, Amy. I'll play."

She squealed, jumped up and gave me a huge hug, then 
grabbed my hand and led me down the hall. We walked in 
to the room, and she bowed deeply, sweeping her hand in 
front of me, and sang, "Tada!" The girls all clapped 
and screamed. We all sat cross-legged in a circle on 
the floor, and Jen explained the rules. Five-card draw, 
ante a piece of clothing, then bet before and after the 
draw. If you don't win, you take off what you bet, and 
it goes to the winner. If you later win a hand from 
someone who holds your clothes, you can trade for your 
own back. Except that when you lose your last piece of 
clothes, you're out. It sounded more complicated than 
it was, and to tell the truth the rules tended to get 
made up as the game went on, anyway.

Because of the rules, the game progressed quickly. 
After all, seven or eight hands without a winner would 
leave you pretty breezy. Staci was the first one out. I 
reluctantly admit that as the game went on, my 
concentration drained away rapidly. Staci was on my 
left, and even though that meant I couldn't get a clear 
look without staring, it also meant that her bare leg 
was against mine. Jennifer was next to go, and she was 
sitting directly opposite me (that seemed to be 
becoming her standard position) with her feet touching 
and pulled in close and her knees spread wide, 
seemingly oblivious to the view she was giving me. 
Beth, on my right was next to succumb, then finally 
Amy, sitting between Beth and Jen. Despite all the 
others, Amy took my breath away. I couldn't take my 
eyes off her, and I suppose it was pretty obvious from 
the smirks around the circle.

It was finally down to me and Shelly. I had nothing but 
my briefs left, while Shelly had both bra and panties, 
and she had never lost her bra. I had lost and regained 
my tee shirt a couple of times, but on the last hand I 
had garbage and lost the tee back as ante. I had 
Shelly's blouse among my winnings, so I thought I might 
have a chance if I could only win a hand. 

Alas, it was not to be. Amy dealt me a pair of Jacks, 
and my heart leaped. I had nothing to bet, so I had to 
check. Shelly could have bet, but there was no point, 
so she checked as well. I drew three cards, and Shelly 
drew one. I squeezed my cards open, and there smiling 
back at me was a third Jack. I spread my hand on the 
table and casually said, "Read em and weep." Shelly 
turned over five little hearts. Ah, well. C'est la 
guerre.

I stood, announced "Ladies, I believe we have a 
winner," and slid my briefs down and kicked them off. 
All the girls applauded Shelly, and hugged and 
congratulated her. She stared at my cock, standing 
proudly erect in honor of the room full of naked, 
absolutely first class girl-flesh. I was thoroughly 
enjoying the view, and it was pretty obvious. When the 
commotion of the victory celebration began to die down, 
all of the girls stood watching me. I said, apropos of 
nothing in particular, "Well, what now?"

Staci popped up with "Shelly wants to touch your cock!"

Shelly punched her, turned beet red, and denied it, "I 
do not!"

The others all started chanting "Do, too! Do, too!" 
Then Jen suggested, "I'll bet he'll let you touch it if 
you take the rest of your clothes off."

Amy joined in, "Will you, Mr. Johnson? If Shelly takes 
the rest of her clothes off, will you let her touch 
your cock?"

I grinned, it was fun teasing Shelly, and I got caught 
up in it. "Sure, why not?"

Shelly came back somewhat defensively, "I'll take my 
clothes off, just to be like everybody else, but not 
just so I can touch his cock. I don't even care about 
his cock!" The girls started cheering again, and Jen 
stepped forward to be Master of Ceremonies.

As Shelly began to unhook her bra, the other girls 
started a vocal drum roll, then as she slid it off and 
dropped it to the floor, Jen announced, "Behold, Sir! 
These are genuine, 100 percent pure, prime fourteen 
year old boobs!"

Shelly countered with, "Fourteen years and two months!" 
then did a brave shake from side to side. There was 
indeed a detectable bounce there. I bowed in 
acknowledgement, and the girls cheered again.

Jen coughed lightly, "Ahem. Uh, Shelly, you still have 
something left to do." Shelly blushed again, then slid 
her panties down and off, picked them up and handed 
them to me.

"These are for you, Mr. Johnson," Shelly said softly 
and shyly.

"Great idea!" Jen added, and began to gather up the 
other girls' panties. She picked up my pants, stuffed 
the panties in the pocket, then handed them to me so 
that I could add Shelly's to the collection. Again a 
cheer went up from the crowd.

While this was going on, Shelly reached out, placed her 
finger on the head of my cock and pressed it down a 
couple of inches, then removed her finger and giggled 
wildly as it bounced up and down. The crowd went wild.

Jen and Beth announced that they were going to the 
kitchen for drinks, and the rest of us fell unto an 
easy conversation. Amy congratulated Shelly again for 
her bravery in touching my cock, and Shelly said that 
she had always wanted to see what it was like, and 
wasn't about to let a chance go by. By this time, my 
pre-cum was flowing pretty freely, and drew comments 
from the assembled multitudes. 

We talked about cocks in general, and mine in 
particular, and I began to get rather comfortable with 
the situation. I now looked over the collection of tits 
and pussies with unconcealed interest, and the girls 
seemed comfortable with this as well. At this point 
Staci wondered aloud what had happened to Jen and Beth, 
and we all started out down the hall looking for them.

They weren't in the kitchen, but when we came back to 
Amy's room we heard sounds coming from further down the 
hall. Amy put her finger in front of her lips and we 
walked silently down to the room that had been her 
brother's when he lived at home. The door was open, but 
the only light was from a small lamp on a bedside 
table. Jen was lying on her back on the bed, and Beth 
was lying between her legs with her face buried in 
Jen's crotch. Jen was moaning with pleasure. "Cool!" 
Amy exclaimed.

Shelly stood looking in amazement at what was going on, 
then Staci took her by the hand and led her to the bed. 
"Come on, Shelly," she said, "do me. Do just like 
Beth's doing. Then I'll do you." Staci lay beside Jen 
on the bed. Shelly at first looked a little reluctant, 
then moved between Staci's legs and began to lap 
tentatively at her crotch. Staci's fingers looped 
softly in Shelly's hair, and Shelly began to get into 
the spirit of things, gaining enthusiasm with every 
passing second.

Amy looked admiringly for a moment, then took me by the 
hand. "Come on, Mister. I ain't gettin' left out!" She 
lay back on the floor and spread her legs. I looked 
longingly at her lovely bush, and thought about what I 
was doing. I was probably already in deep trouble, and 
if I laid a hand on one of these girls I was looking at 
more than disgrace and loss of my job, I was looking at 
a prison sentence. On the other hand, I might be lucky 
and get hit by a truck crossing the street. I dropped 
to the floor and moved between Amy's legs.

I slid my hands up along her waist and around to her 
back, letting my thumbs just trace the curve of her 
breasts. Her skin was incredibly soft and smooth, and 
her flesh was firm. I remembered that she was an 
athlete. I kissed her belly, then let my hand slide 
down to trace the curve of her hip as my lips moved 
upward. When I had first touched her, she had pushed my 
head down toward her crotch, but now she caressed my 
shoulders, then let her fingers move up and through my 
hair, letting me set the pace. 

I let my cheek rest against her right breast, while I 
gently moved my fingers over the other one, flitting 
them lightly across the nipple. It was hard and erect. 
I turned my head slightly and took it between my lips, 
flicking it gently with my tongue. She moaned very 
softly. I cupped both her breasts with my open hands, 
and began to kiss my way down between them. I slid my 
hands down along her hips until my fingers traced the 
crease below her buttocks. 

My lips flicked lightly across her belly, then down to 
her inner thigh. I felt her soft pubic hair brush 
against my cheek as I moved lower. She spread her legs 
for me, and I kissed my way all the down behind her 
left knee, then moved over to her right leg and began 
slowly moving back up. As I got closer, I could feel 
her wetness against my face, and feel her muscles 
beginning to tighten up. She was beginning to make 
animal sounds deep in her throat, and her fingers 
tightened in my hair. 

I had wanted to prolong this more, but I was not going 
to be able to resist much longer. I turned my face 
directly into her, and let my tongue lap up through her 
slit until it flicked across her clit. She screamed. I 
moved my hands to cup her buttocks and press her into 
my face. I thrust my tongue into her and lapped upward. 
She arched her back, began to move powerfully back and 
forth, and a prolonged "Ah!" sound came from her, 
almost like singing. I settled into a rhythmic lapping 
up and across her clit, then taking it between my lips, 
sucking it in, and pressing it out with my tongue. 

Now her hands pressed my face hard into her, and she 
began to thrust violently back into me. I wondered if 
my teeth were going to break, then decided I didn't 
care. She began a short, harsh panting sound that grew 
in intensity until it was near-deafening, then she 
suddenly gave a single high-pitched scream and went 
limp. I lay between her legs with my head resting on 
her thigh, licking her slowly and softly.

After a few seconds, perhaps a minute, she sat up, 
pulled me up and pointed my head toward the bed. We had 
attracted an audience. No one said a word. They all sat 
there grinning. Then Amy rolled over, rolled me onto my 
back and said, "Time for some oral sex for you now, 
Sir." As she wrapped her lips around my dick, the other 
girls watched for a few seconds, then went back to 
their own activities.

I wasn't at all sure how much of this I could take. I 
had been to the brink several times during the evening, 
and the touch of Amy's lips was ecstasy beyond belief. 
I braced myself as much as I could, and tried to hold 
out. Amy must have understood, because she slowed the 
pace and began caressing me as she released my cock and 
began kissing around it. I was in a state of prolonged 
excitement that now seemed as though it could go on 
forever. Amy raised her head and asked softly, "Is 
there anything you'd like to do, Sir?" At first I 
didn't catch her meaning, then when I did my voice 
caught in my throat.

Finally I managed to get out a strangled, "Yes."

Amy then asked sweetly, "What is it you want to do, 
Sir?"

I stammered out, "I want to make love to you, Amy."

"We're making love, aren't we? Is there something 
special you want to do?"

Now I knew what she wanted from me. I took a deep, 
painful, breath, and said, "I want to fuck you, Amy."

"You want to fuck my young pussy, Sir?"

"Yes, Amy! Yes! I want to fuck your young pussy!"

"I think we can do that," she said and moved astride 
me. Just as she started to lower herself onto my cock, 
the cry came from the bed.

"No FAIR!" shouted Jen. The lips of Amy's pussy had 
already covered the head of my cock, but now she pulled 
back and sat beside me on the floor.

"Okay, Jen," said Amy, "What's fair? He's certainly not 
going to be able to take care of all of us. Not 
tonight, anyway."

I was being discussed like a side of beef, but somehow 
it didn't seem to matter. I listened with great 
interest. Jen thought for a minute, then said, "I've 
got an idea. It's not perfect, but it's a start." With 
that, she got up, turned toward the bed, and leaned 
over it. "Okay, Beth, you get here next to me."

Amy caught on quickly. "Great idea!" she said, and took 
her position next to Beth. Staci followed up and moved 
next to Amy. Shelly started toward the bed, then 
decided there wasn't enough room, said, "It's okay, I 
don't really want to, anyway; I'll just watch," and 
moved to one side.

I felt a mild pang at Shelly's decision, but 
realistically I wasn't going to be able to make it 
through the other four anyway. I told her that it was 
all right if she didn't want to, that I respected her 
decision, that she was pretty as she could be, and 
really turned me on, and that just having her nearby 
was enough for me. Shelly turned a chair at the desk 
toward the bed and took a seat. "OK, I'll keep time," 
she said. "How are we going to do it?"

Staci spoke up and said, "How about five minutes with 
each of us the first time?"

Jen laughed and said, "How about two minutes, Staci? I 
don't think five minutes would work really well."

I coughed and confessed, "I'm not sure that I can make 
two minutes each, to be honest. I'm already so fired up 
that I'll be lucky if I can do a minute."

Again it was Jen who spoke up, "Okay, I can understand 
that. How about this? Go around one time just kind of 
trying us on for size for a few seconds to get used to 
everybody, then back again for one minute each, then 
we'll go to two minutes until you can't do any more."

And I thought the earlier conversations had been 
surreal. What else could I do? I thought for a second, 
then conceded, "I think I can do that. Is that okay 
with everybody?" Four heads nodded, and some giggles 
sneaked out. "Okay, ready to go?" Four more nods. I 
moved behind Jen.

Shelly watched intently as I pushed into Jen. Jen was 
the oldest of the bunch, but as tight as she could be. 
She sighed as I slid all the way in, and I felt her 
cunt ripple slightly. That was almost enough to do me 
in right there. I gasped, and Jen giggled. My hands 
were on her back, and I could feel her laughing. She 
felt so good I didn't want to pull out, but I knew I 
had to. I stepped back, and moved behind Beth. 

I pressed the head of my cock against her, and it slid 
in smoothly. She was not only tight, she began to milk 
me with her cunt. I knew I had to pull out quickly, or 
I was lost, but when I started to pull out, she clamped 
down on me. The shock itself kept me from losing it, 
but I knew I was going to be in trouble with her. I 
pulled out, and when I did, she said softly, "Something 
the matter, Mr. Johnson?" I could feel her laughing, as 
well.

"Not a thing, Beth. Very nice," I answered, and moved 
on to the one I had really been waiting for: Amy. I 
couldn't define what it was about her that attracted me 
so much, but there was definitely something. I was 
almost afraid to touch her at all for fear that I would 
lose it on the spot before I even got into her. 
Nevertheless I moved into position, and when I did, she 
turned her head toward me and smiled. 

As soon as the head of my cock penetrated her, she did 
something that pulled me tightly into her and began to 
move her hips slowly. I wanted nothing more than to 
stay right where I was, and probably would have, but 
Shelly spoke up and said that she thought my few 
seconds were up. My hands had been resting on Amy's 
waist, and as I pulled out of her, she reached up and 
grasped my hand. One more to go, and then we get down 
to serious business.

When I slid into Staci, she sighed breathily and 
squeezed me tightly. I paused a few seconds to get the 
feel of her, then pulled out and moved back behind Jen. 
I turned to Shelly and asked her to tell me when she 
was ready to start timing. She said, "One minute, this 
time, right?" and I nodded affirmatively. She held up 
her hand, then began counting down. "Ten... five... 
three, two, one, go!"

I slid into Jen, placed my hands on her hips and began 
stroking gently. She started doing her ripple trick, 
and I began to really get into it. As I drove harder, 
the bed began to move, and Jen moved in sync with me. 
Time seemed to stand still. The tingle started to 
spread over my body. I was getting very close, and I 
didn't care. 

From a very great distance I heard Shelly's voice 
saying "Ten..." An eternity later I heard her say 
"Five..." There were a couple of guttural moans that I 
realized wonderingly were coming from my throat, then I 
heard Shelly say "Stop!" I didn't know what she was 
talking about. She said, "Out!" I wondered what on 
earth she was trying to say. Then I felt a sharp slap 
on my rump. That brought me back to the real world, and 
I reluctantly pulled out.

Jen scowled to Shelly, "Killjoy..." Shelly reminded her 
that rules were rules, and if she didn't like it to 
take it up with the rules committee.

I was panting heavily, and said to the world in general 
that I needed a couple of minutes to rest. Beth, who 
had been lying in position, rolled over, sat up and 
stretched. I hadn't been paying as much attention to 
Beth as she deserved. She had an exquisite little body, 
perfectly proportioned, and her nipples were just 
right. All of these girls had the smooth skin of their 
age, and the taut bodies of the active, but they were 
by no means indistinguishable. They were all unique, 
and all uniquely attractive. 

I was standing, just looking admiringly at Beth when 
Shelly said that if I meant that couple of minutes 
literally my two minutes were up. Beth smiled at me 
once more, rolled over and said, "Ready when you are, 
Mr. Johnson." The others watched with interest as I 
stepped up to Beth and cautiously entered her. This 
time I was ready for her when she began milking, and I 
began to move in rhythm with her. I had been expecting 
trouble, and it came quickly. I hadn't been in her more 
than ten seconds when I began to feel the tingling. I 
had over three-quarters of a minute still to go, and it 
was going to be very tough. 

I began sliding my hands along her back in a light 
caress, trying to concentrate on her to slow down my 
own reactions. I was pumping hard now, and completely 
involuntarily. I knew I wasn't going to be able to get 
control, so I would have to manage some other way. I 
started thinking about Joan walking in on us. That 
helped, but not much. I thought about Joan walking in 
on us leading a policeman. That helped. The tingling 
was getting stronger. My arms and legs felt as though 
they had been asleep. My breath was coming in short 
gasps. I was praying to hear Shelly's voice. Then it 
came. The countdown started, and I concentrated on it 
as though my life depended on it. When she said stop, I 
pulled out immediately and sat down on the bed, 
gasping.

Amy looked at me with a worried expression and asked if 
I was all right. Beth was gasping a little herself, but 
she giggled (didn't these girls ever stop giggling) and 
said that I would be fine in a few minutes -- though it 
could be more than a couple this time. I saw Jen glare 
at her. Beth looked up innocently and said, "That was 
one minute, right?" Shelly affirmed it, and then Beth 
added not so innocently, "Two minutes next time ought 
to do it." I figured she was probably right, and there 
was probably not a thing I could do about it.

Beth had been right about it. When Shelly said that two 
minutes had passed, I still needed a couple of minutes 
more. Beth was grinning like the cat who caught the 
canary. Amy still looked concerned, but when I stood 
up, she rolled over and assumed the position. When I 
put my hands on her waist in preparation, she reached 
back and covered my right hand with hers, and gave me a 
little squeeze. Jen remarked to Shelly that she had 
better get a whip ready if she planned on getting me 
out of Amy on time. I took a deep breath and slid into 
her.

This time she moved with me, and very gently. I was in 
heaven. As my hips rocked against hers, I closed my 
eyes and began to float. I saw softly colored shapes 
moving in front of my eyes like a kaleidoscope. I could 
hear soundless music. The tingling rose again, but this 
time it didn't seem threatening at all. It kept rising 
until it seemed that my whole body was nothing but a 
giant tingle. Suddenly I felt a sharp slap on my rump. 
I jumped back in reflex. The room was spinning. It took 
a few seconds for me to realize where I was. 

I looked around and Amy was smiling up at me. The 
others were all grinning evilly. Jen said, "Told ya." 
Her words seemed to come from a deep well. My eyes 
still were out of focus, and my knees were weak. Shelly 
walked up, took my arm and sat me down on the bed next 
to Amy without saying a word. Amy pulled me down, put 
my head on her breast and began to stroke my brow.

Staci looked disgusted and asked of no one in 
particular, "How long this time, an hour??" I heard the 
question, and for some reason was able to grasp it. I 
sat up, shook my head, and motioned for Staci to get 
ready. She grinned, rolled over and motioned me over. I 
gestured to Shelly, and as soon as she gave me the go, 
I drove deeply into the last girl in the row. 

Staci was the youngest here, except for Shelly, who was 
a bystander, but I had to admit she was good. She 
matched my mood perfectly, and seemed to know exactly 
what I wanted, and didn't want. I could get lost in her 
very easily, and when the minute was up I felt a mild 
regret. I pulled out, then bent over her and whispered 
a heartfelt thank you in her ear. She smiled and said, 
"Any time, Mr. Johnson."

I had made it through the first round. Now the question 
was whether I could make it through even one two-minute 
round. To tell the truth, I didn't really care as long 
as I could make it back to Amy. If I could get to Amy I 
would be quite happy to lose it with her. The problem 
was going to be getting there. My stamina appeared to 
be increasing, which was a good sign. I didn't feel the 
need for more than a minute to catch my breath after 
Staci, so I asked Jen if she was ready for two minutes. 
She responded with a brazen, "You betcha!" and rolled 
over ready for me.

This time was my third time around, and I was becoming 
accustomed to Jen. I was really enjoying it this time. 
I felt that I was in control of myself, and Jen was 
very talented, so I could just let it happen. I reached 
beneath her and let my fingers gently fondle her clit. 
She purred contentedly. This time when I heard Shelly 
call out "One minute," I felt very good. I looked 
forward to that second minute. We were moving together 
as though we were dancing, and it really seemed a shame 
to stop. When Shelly finally called time I gave a final 
thrust, and then withdrew slowly. I stood up and said, 
"Thanks, Jen. That was very, very good." She smiled 
back at me, but said nothing.

I guess I was overconfident. I moved over to Beth and 
said, "Ready when you are, Beth." She just rolled over, 
and moved her hand forward in a "Head em up and move em 
out" gesture. I stepped behind her, put my hands on her 
hips and slid into her. This time I thought I was ready 
for anything, but I was wrong. I had no more than 
entered her when she started, and the tingling was 
there, and much stronger than before. I almost panicked 
and pulled out at once, but I didn't. I was moving my 
hips together with hers, but that seemed almost 
inconsequential. She had me good, and she knew it. All 
I could do was admit it. "Beth, I'm going to cum, I 
can't help it."

Jen jumped up and shouted, "Hold on, Mr. Johnson! You 
can do it! Help him out, girls!" I was trying 
desperately to hold out, but I knew I wasn't going to 
make it. I felt a shudder start at my shoulders and 
work its way down my body. "Ease up on him, Beth!", Jen 
pleaded, but to no avail. Staci and Shelly began 
cheering me on, but Amy just sat smiling sadly. I 
wasn't going to last, and I knew it.

Shelly called out, "Almost one minute, Mr. Johnson!" 
Almost one minute! I wasn't even halfway through... My 
hips convulsed, and I could feel it coming.

I tried to say something, but I couldn't. Spasms hit my 
body in waves, and I felt cum pump into Beth. "One 
minute!", shouted Shelly. For hours I had been building 
up for this, and now there was no stopping it. My hips 
thrust forward again and again, and a second stream of 
cum followed the first. There was a final small spurt, 
and then my body relaxed so quickly my knees buckled 
and I dropped to the floor. The girls rushed to help me 
up.

Beth sat up on the side of the bed, a slow trickle of 
my cum dripping from her, and said smiling, "Sorry, Mr. 
Johnson. My fault."

Jen looked over to Beth and said quietly, "Beth, 
sometimes you can be a real bitch, do you know that?" 
Beth ignored her. Jen sat silently for a second, then 
said, "Sorry, Beth. That was out of line." Beth ignored 
her.

Amy was sitting on her heels next to me. "Are you okay, 
Mr. Johnson?" she asked solicitously. I nodded, as yet 
unable to speak. "Are you going to be able to do me, or 
do you want to take a break for awhile?" I couldn't 
even answer. I knew deep inside that the answer was no 
to both parts, but I couldn't make myself admit it. She 
turned to Shelly, "Shelly, take him back to my room and 
have him lie down on the bed. Cover his eyes. Mr. 
Johnson, I want you to relax for a while. We'll figure 
out how to make this up to you and be down as soon as 
we do. I do want you to keep your eyes covered until we 
tell you it's okay, though." Again I nodded, and went 
with Shelly.

When we got to Amy's room, I lay down on the bed, and 
Shelly looked around for something to cover my eyes. 
She got a devilish look on her face, then picked up my 
pants, selected a couple of pairs of panties, one of 
them hers, and covered my face with them. "Might as 
well enjoy yourself while you're waiting, Mr. Johnson." 
I thanked her, and she left the room.

I may actually have dozed off for a while, I'm not 
sure. I know that I was very relaxed, and it seemed 
very peaceful lying there on the bed, my face covered 
with softly girl-scented panties. At some point I felt 
the presence of others in the room. I heard Jen say, 
"You can uncover your eyes now, Mr. Johnson." Almost 
reluctantly, I moved the panties away from my eyes. Jen 
was standing beside the bed holding a plastic baggie. 

"We've got a souvenir here for you, Mr. Johnson. There 
are five little packages in here; each one has two 
clippings of hair from one of us. One from our head, 
and the other from our pussy. This is yours to keep and 
cherish forever, as long as you cooperate with us now. 
Sound good?" I nodded. "Okay, then. Take a good look at 
us." I pulled up on my elbow to admire the five 
glorious young bodies. "You're about to fuck one of us 
again, and this time you can go as long as you like. 
Sound okay?" I nodded, hoping that I knew who it would 
be. "Okay, close your eyes again, and don't open them 
until we tell you." I did as she said.

I felt young thighs settle down beside my cheeks, and 
my nose brushed soft hair. "You can open your eyes, 
now, Mr. Johnson," I heard Jen say. I opened my eyes, 
and Amy was sitting on my face. I reached up, put my 
hands over those magnificent breasts, and began to lick 
her slowly and gently. As she started to rock back and 
forth, I felt a soft hand circle my cock, and begin to 
massage my balls, then I felt other hands on my thighs, 
caressing them, moving down to my feet and back up. 
There were at least three girls working on me whom I 
couldn't see. 

I really wanted to fuck Amy again, but at the same time 
it was very, very nice to have her sitting on my face. 
I tried to sort out who was doing what, to figure out 
who would be the one, but it was very confusing. If it 
couldn't be Amy, I thought that Staci would be my 
second choice; she was the youngest, other than Shelly, 
and she certainly did well by me before. I didn't think 
I could stand an unlimited session with Beth, although 
it would certainly be fun to try. 
Jen certainly would be good, too. I decided that since 
I hadn't much choice, anyway, I would just take 
whatever came my way.

Just then I felt gentle hands pull my cock straight up, 
and then legs touching my waist and soft warmth 
pressing against the head of my cock. As the head 
penetrated, I felt instantly that this one was very 
tight. Of course all of the girls had been tight, and 
coming down on me this way they would be eventighter 
than when I entered them from behind on the bed, but 
even so... this was tight! You could feel the pussy 
slide down a couple of inches and stop. There was a 
soft yelp, and Amy turned around to see what was going 
on, then turned back to me and asked, "Feel good?"

I half-nodded and let out a pussy muffled "uh-huh!". 
Suddenly the pressure built up sharply and then relaxed 
slightly. There was a little gasp, moist warmth covered 
my cock completely, and I felt us come together. I 
began to rock my hips, and the girl riding me stayed 
right with me. Lord, she was tight. I began to have 
fearsome thoughts, but as Amy's juices flowed over my 
face and the wonderful tingling began to build, I put 
them aside. Amy tasted so good, I never wanted this to 
end. 

Despite the earlier draining that Beth had given me, I 
could feel the pressure building again. I was exploring 
Amy's wonderful body with my eyes and my hands, 
drinking her juices as deeply as I could, and all the 
time trying to move my hips together with the girl 
riding me. She had begun to increase the pace markedly, 
and was now taking over. She was flying, her tight 
pussy holding my cock in a vise-grip as she ripped back 
and forth, driving harder and harder. Then I knew the 
time had come. I raised my chin so that my lips cleared 
Amy's delicious pussy and said, "I'm about to cum."

I could hear the girls start to cheer. Amy looked down 
at me sweetly and said, "That's what we're here for, 
Mr. Johnson. Go for it!" I did as directed. The pussy 
squeezing my cock was so tight, I knew that there would 
be a jet stream of cum, and there was. And then 
another. And another. I don't know where it was all 
coming from. I would have sworn that Beth had wiped me 
out for a week, but this was special.

Amy looked down at me and said, "Okay, Mr. Johnson, you 
kept up your part of the bargain, so here's your 
surprise. Jen is at your left leg, Staci is at your 
right, and Beth is taking care of your balls. Does that 
give you any hints?" With that, she lifted her leg and 
moved away from my face so that I could see Shelly 
riding my cock as though there were no tomorrow.

"Hi, Mr. Johnson!" she said. "Are you surprised?"

Well, I wasn't completely surprised, but I was scared 
to death. But scared as I was, she was so tight and so 
good that I couldn't stop. Her tightly clamped pussy 
was keeping me erect, and I kept pumping for all I was 
worth.

Shelly was rocking madly on top of me. "I've already 
had two orgasms, Mr. Johnson, you have to catch up," 
she said between pants, and grinned evilly.

"I'm working at it, Shelly, I'm working at it. But I'm 
in no hurry!" I replied.

The other girls were all watching now, and started 
cheering us on now that the secret was out. "Fuck her, 
Mr. Johnson! Fuck her good!" "Hammer that tight young 
virgin pussy, Mr. Johnson!" "She loves it, just watch 
her!" "Ride him, Shelly! You can do it!!" "Give it to 
her, Mr. Johnson! Let her have it all!" I hardly needed 
encouragement, but I admit it drove me on. As I felt 
the pressure building again, Shelly shuddered 
violently, and said "Four!" 

That was enough to send me over the edge, and I fired 
another spurt into her. That must have set her off, 
because a second later, she called out "Five!" It was 
pretty clear that I wasn't going to catch her, but as 
long as she could keep it up, I'd keep trying to help 
her. Despite my best intentions, I began to slow down. 
I felt Shelly's pussy contract sharply a couple of 
times, and that brought my erection back full, but 
there was no way I was going to last much longer.

Finally, I heard Jen say, "I think he's about had it 
for now, Shelly."

"Is that right, Mr. Johnson? I can keep going if you 
want to, but if you're tired or something we can quit 
pretty soon. Just one more orgasm for me, okay? I'm 
almost there." She was moving like a pile-driver 
throughout all this, and her voice was distorted by it.

How could I refuse? This next one took a lot longer 
than the others, though, and I could tell it was kind 
of a mini, anyway. When it finally arrived, Shelly 
smiled down at me, rolled off of me, and curled up next 
to me. "Whew!," she said, "Thanks."

I put my arm around her and kissed her forehead. "Thank 
you, Shelly. That was wonderful, and it meant an awful 
lot to me." I hugged her tightly.

Amy bent over and placed the baggie with the girls' 
hair in my hand. "You've earned these. Keep them to 
remember us by. This will be our secret, and maybe, 
just maybe, it can happen again."

Beth then spoke up, "Sure, Mr. Johnson. If we could 
practice a little, I'll bet you could go for hours." 
Despite all that had happened, those words caused a 
definite physical reaction, and under the circumstances 
there was no hiding it. There was a few seconds of 
silence as everyone watched my slowly growing erection, 
then Beth continued, "See? You're ready to go again 
already!"

"Oh, don't tease him, Beth," Jen said with a slight 
edge of irritation to her voice. "Mr. Johnson, we all 
need to get some sleep. Amy, you'd better set the alarm 
for eight o'clock or so, because we've got a lot to 
clean up before your Mom gets home. "

With that, we became a jumble of bodies on Amy's bed. I 
don't know how we all squeezed in there, but after all, 
we were pretty good friends by then. Although Shelly 
was still tucked in next to me on one side, Beth slid 
in next to me on the other, saying, "Don't worry, Mr. 
Johnson, I'll be nice." And she really was. She was as 
gentle and thoughtful as Staci had been when I was... 
When we were... When the festivities were going on. 
Although as the night went on toward morning the girls 
swapped positions several times, Beth stayed next to me 
in an almost protective posture. 

When Amy was next to me, she snuggled close to me and 
whispered nice things in my ear, nice things that 
included the phrase, "next time" several times. 
Finally, around five o'clock, Jen decided to break 
things up. She shooed me off to Amy's brother's room, 
then told Shelly to go with me to keep me company, then 
added that she meant just company, no funny business. 
Amy told me not to worry, that they would come get 
Shelly before her Mom got home, but they would let me 
sleep.

Shelly and I trotted down the hall and crawled into 
bed. She cuddled up next to me, and I thought she was 
going to talk the rest of the night about all the 
things that had happened, but she suddenly stopped in 
mid-sentence and was sound asleep, with her fingers 
curled lightly around my cock.

I woke up once, I'm not sure what time it was, but it 
must have been near noon, and Shelly was gone. I looked 
over at my clothes neatly hung over a chair, and 
realized that I was wearing my underwear. The girls had 
done well. I turned over and went back to sleep.

There was a light tapping at the door, then it cracked 
open and I heard Joan say, "You still alive in there?"

I opened my eyes, rolled over, and sat up, holding a 
blanket in front of me. "I think I'll make it," I said 
groggily.

She stepped into the room and put a tray with a pot of 
coffee on the table beside the bed. "I figured the 
girls would probably keep you up all night. I'll bet 
you'll think twice before you let anybody rope you into 
doing something like this again."

"Well, they did a pretty good job of keeping me up, but 
it wasn't all that bad. How's your sister doing? What 
time is it, anyway?"

"It's about two thirty, and she's doing fine. She's 
here, actually. In the living room. She and Amy were 
baby-sitting you while I took the girls back home." She 
grinned. I blushed.

"Sorry about that. Sleeping here all day, I mean," I 
said.

"Don't worry about it. I really appreciate your help. 
How on earth did you get those girls to keep the place 
so clean? Usually this place is a disaster area if 
there's even one girl sleeping over."

"Well, I don't think it was actually so much that they 
kept it clean, I think they cleaned it up to make me 
look good."

"Hm. In that case, I'll have to have you do this more 
often." I dived back under the covers. "Well, maybe 
I'll at least give you a chance to recover from this 
one first." I peeked back out. She laughed and walked 
out of the room.

I got up, sipped a little coffee as I was dressing, 
picked up my shaving kit, staggered out of the bedroom, 
said my goodbyes, and walked out the door. I was 
halfway down the walk when Amy came flying out of the 
house, yelling "Mr. Johnson!" I stopped and turned 
toward her. She walked up and handed me my books. "You 
almost forgot these," she said. I noticed a wisp of 
hair peeking out between the pages of one of them.

"Thanks, Amy." I tucked the books under my arm, but 
didn't turn to leave. 

"Thanks very much. For everything."

"That's okay, Bob," she said very quietly. "Any time." 
With that, she turned and walked back into the house. 
And I walked back to mine, thinking strange thoughts.

For the next few weeks I was worried sick. Every day I 
would see Amy in the morning, then again in class. As 
far as I could tell, she acted exactly the way she had 
before. I couldn't detect a trace of familiarity or any 
knowing looks. The problem was that every time I looked 
at her, I didn't see her wearing her school clothes, I 
saw her wearing that damned tee shirt. 

Fortunately, I was able to maintain the appropriate 
decorum while I was at school, at least. I saw the 
other girls occasionally in the hall, but none of them 
paid the slightest attention to me. I began to breathe 
a little easier. About the only noticeable change in my 
behavior was that I finally relented to the ragging of 
some of the other teachers and started going to the 
soccer games to support the team. I saw Joan now and 
then as she was going between her car and her door, but 
we just waved and no words passed between us.

Then one Wednesday, a couple of months after the 
slumber party, I got a call from Joan while I was at 
school, getting ready for final grades. "Bob, I just 
thought I'd call and bring you up to date. My sister is 
finally back home and taking care of herself, and 
things have settled down a little around here. I wonder 
if you'd like to come over for dinner Friday evening. 
Nothing special, just a little pasta or something. Come 
over, kick back, and relax for awhile. Amy's going to 
be spending the night with Beth; you remember her, I 
imagine. Anyway, I do still owe you for sitting with 
the girls that night. I'm not trying to pay you off 
with a cheap dinner, you understand, but I thought it 
would be a start."

Thoughts started flying through my mind. I wondered 
just how much she had guessed by now. I wondered what 
she really had in mind. I wondered a lot of things, but 
I'd been trying for a long time to find an excuse to 
spend some time with Joan, so I wasn't going to pass 
this up. "Thanks, Joan. I wouldn't miss it. Can I bring 
something?"

"Just yourself this time, Bob. See you Friday at 
eight?"

"Eight it is, Joan. I'll be looking forward to it." And 
I would be, too.

Friday at eight, I was knocking on Joan's door. She 
opened it, wearing an apron and looking more than a 
little frazzled. She had flour smudges on her face, and 
a wisp of hair curled down alongside her nose. She 
looked cute as she could be. "Come on in. I got home 
from work late and I'm a little behind schedule. Hope 
you're not starved. Should have something in half-an-
hour or so. Have a glass of wine and keep me company in 
the kitchen." An offer I couldn't refuse.

I sat in the kitchen watching with wonder as Joan flew 
around doing all sorts of mysterious things, all the 
while keeping up a continuous conversation. The wine 
was good, and it seemed to be keeping her well fueled. 
She started thanking me again for being such a good-
samaritan in her hour of need, then went on to how Amy 
was always talking about what a great teacher I was and 
all and how she really liked me, and then she segued 
into how much she admired someone who could cope with a 
classroom full of teenagers when she couldn't even 
handle one, and how could anyone handle kids the way 
they were today, and how the whole country was going to 
hell in a hand-basket, and on and on. 

She kept my glass full as well as her own as she 
bounded around the kitchen. I made appropriate noises 
now and then, but mainly just listened to her and 
watched admiringly as she worked. If Amy grew up to 
look like her Mom, somebody was going to be a very 
lucky man. Finally, Joan pulled off the apron, said 
"Give me ten minutes," and headed down the hall. I 
glanced at my watch. It had been 32 minutes since I had 
walked through the door.

To my astonishment, in 9 minutes, Joan was back. A 
miracle! A woman who knew what a minute meant! When I 
looked up, I was even more astonished. It wasn't that 
she was dressed to kill, she was wearing just a simple 
dress, but she looked absolutely perfect. I knew women 
who spent over two hours to accomplish far less. I 
suppose the look on my face said more than any words I 
would have been able to come up with anyway, because 
she just smiled and said, "Let's eat."

We moved into the small dining room, and eat we did. 
The food was delicious. Conversation was light and fun, 
and we dawdled for over an hour at the table. When she 
had brought dessert and we had polished that off along 
with coffee and Bailey's, she said suddenly, "I know 
I'm a terrible hostess, but do you feel like a movie?" 
I didn't even ask what movie.

She shoved a tape into the VCR in the living room and 
joined me on the sofa. As the opening credits started 
to roll, she sat very close to me and said, "Bob. I'm 
terrible. You're going to hate me." I didn't know what 
to say, so I didn't say anything, just grunted 
questioningly. "I really, really did want to have you 
over, and not just because I owe you, either. But -- 
God! You're going to hate me! -- I have another favor 
to ask."

I put my arm around her shoulders, feeling like a kid 
in the back of a movie, and said, "Just ask, Joan, just 
ask."

"I don't know how to tell you this, I really don't. And 
I really did just find out today, so I didn't even know 
about it when I talked to you on Wednesday." I sat 
silently, waiting for her to go on. "There's a business 
meeting, a seminar thing, next month. In Hawaii. It's a 
four-day weekend. I'm not going to lie to you and tell 
you that I absolutely have to go, because I don't, I 
could get get out of it, but I do really want to go. 
It's important to me, and it could mean a promotion in 
a couple of months. And besides, I've never been to 
Hawaii. I know it's going to be awfully hot in July, 
but still. Anyway." 

She paused. 

"The company would pay for Amy to go with me, but she 
doesn't want to go. Can you imagine that? What she 
wants to do is have a four-day party while I'm gone! 
God! Can you imagine? Do you know what that bunch of 
girls could get in to in four days! The thing is... 
Well, the thing is that she says that she proved before 
that they could stay out of trouble and keep things in 
order when I had to stay with Karen in the hospital 
that time, and she's right, kind of. But she said that 
as long as you were here to keep an eye on them they 
could handle it. Bob, she's sixteen, and Jen would be 
here and she'll be eighteen in October, and she 
probably could handle it and I guess I need to show 
that I trust her... But four days! I just don't know.

"I could ask Karen to stay here the whole time, I 
suppose, but she's as bad as they are. Worse, maybe. 
And besides Amy doesn't get along with her at all, and 
would probably riot for four days just to prove a 
point. I wouldn't ask you to stay cooped up here for 
four days, but if you could just kind of move in for a 
long weekend and keep the girls in line. 

"I know that with you here, Amy would be on her best 
behavior, and I'm sure everything would be all right. 
I'd leave the station wagon here, so you could pack 
them all in and get out of the house when you couldn't 
stand it anymore. It would be the same group that was 
here before, so you know them. Could you stand it? I 
know they ran you ragged last time, but they all talked 
about what a good sport you were. If you don't want to 
do it, just say so. 

"I'll drag Amy off to Hawaii with me and make her have 
a good time in spite of herself. But I promised Amy I 
would at least ask you. It would be Friday through 
Monday the third weekend in July. I know you've 
probably already got something planned for then, and if 
you do, that's okay. But I did promise Amy I'd ask."

I waited for her to take a breath, then put my hand 
under her chin and tilted her face up so that I could 
look into her eyes. "Joan, shut up," I said. "Of course 
I'll do it. It'll make me appreciate the rest of the 
summer. And I'll have time before then to take out 
extra life insurance and get in shape. Maybe a little 
self-defense training." 

I saw her face brighten, and she started to say 
something. I pressed two fingers against her lips. "I 
said, shut up." She inhaled. I moved my fingers. She 
started to say something. I put my fingers back in 
place. She inhaled. I moved my fingers, and started to 
say again, "Shut up." 

As soon as I opened my mouth, she pulled me down and 
kissed me on the lips. Then she released me, and said 
with a twinkle in her eyes, "Shut up, yourself."

I never did find out what movie we were watching.

END

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This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author
does not condone the described behavior in real life.

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