“I was a little older than you when I started fooling around with grownups,” Carol said. “Who’s your manfriend?”
“Jake Scott,” Alice said. “The Parks and Rec dude.”
“He’s in his 50s.”
“52 last month,” Alice said. “He’s really nice. He’s eaten my pussy, and I’ve sucked his cock. We fucked for the first time Saturday.”
“How long has this been going on?”
“Since last summer. I sprained my ankle playing soccer. He carried me to his office and put an ice pack on it. He had been kind of flirting with me for a while, but he’s always flirting with girls,” she said. “He laid me down on a bench, and wrapped the ice pack around my ankle, and said I should keep it elevated for a while, and rolled up some towels to prop my foot up on. While he was talking, he put his hand on my knee. While we talked, his hand moved further and further up my leg. I could tell that he had a boner in his gym shorts. Then he started to stand up, and kind of lost his balance, and his hand touched my pussy on the outside of my shorts, and he said that he was sorry, that he didn’t mean to do that, and I told him that I didn’t mind, and he sat back down, and rubbed my leg. Rubbing ain’t really the right word.”
“Caress?” I suggested. “That means to rub very lightly and sensually.”
“Yeah. He caressed my leg. And the caressing got closer and closer to my pussy, and I liked it. Then he got up to get another ice pack, and his hand ‘accidentally’ brushed against my pussy again. And he said that he was sorry again, and I said I didn’t mind again, and he said that he bet my boyfriend wanted to touch me there, and I told him I didn’t have a boyfriend, and he said that he would want to be my boyfriend if he was my age, because I was so sexy. Then he said that he didn’t mean to say sexy out loud, because grownups can get in trouble for telling 9-year-old girls that they’re sexy, and I told him that I liked him saying I’m sexy, and that he made me feel sexy, and I like feeling sexy. Then he saw that I was looking at the lump in his pants. And he said that I made it get like that because I was so sexy. And he asked me if I wanted to feel it, and I said yes, and he let me. And I let him rub my pussy.”
“Wow!” I exclaimed.
“You know the park and playground down the street?”
“Yeah?”
“At the back of the restroom building, there’s a janitor’s closet with a big sink and mops and buckets and toilet paper and paper towels and stuff. He has a padded board that fits on top of the sink. We fool around in there.”
My phallus was in pain, trying to rip through its denim prison. I pulled Carol into the bedroom. She closed the door and discarded her robe as I got out of my jeans.
We fucked, and were a little more vocal than usual, knowing we no longer had anything to hide. I ate her pussy, fucked her, and ate her pussy again. Then she sucked my cock while I told her how excited I was by the prospect of watching a stranger fuck her again.
Freddie, one of the bartenders at The Oasis, was a frequent partner who joined us a couple times a month. And, they frequently did standing quickies in the club’s storeroom. I told Carol I wanted to take Alice to The Oasis, where she could drink a Shirley Temple while the bartender fucked her mother in the storeroom. Freddie didn’t have to know that Alice knew they were fucking.