Chapter 4
On the way to the bathroom, she looked at her watch. Nine-thirty. The evening was young yet. So was Steve, very evidently. Toby felt wonderful. Relaxed. Lazy. With the whole beautiful fucking evening in front of her.
Thinking of Steve, waiting impatiently in the living room with Roy, she douched, then very delicately perfumed her pussy, from an atomizer of Joy. Joy for me, for Steve, for Roy, she thought. Joy to the world. Maybe she could make a muff-lapping lover out of Steve, on his first lesson. The thought excited her, but in a quiet, lazy way. She had all the time in the world, tonight, for all the fucking and sucking she wanted. It was a good thought, after these last few grim months.
After a moment's hesitation, she put on a short terry-cloth robe and belted it around her, before leaving the bathroom. No sense rushing from one act into the next, she thought. Savor them.
When she walked back into the living room, she saw with amusement that both Roy and Steve had gotten back into their shorts. Same general idea all around, she thought.
"Everybody's formal again," she said, laughing.
"For a while, anyway," Roy said.
"Good. Why don't we all have a drink?"
"I'll make them," Roy said, standing up and picking up the empty glasses and Steve's empty beer can.
"Fine," Toby said, sitting down in an easy chair facing Steve, and crossing her legs casually. "We can be civilized for a while, while I rest up."
"Jesus," Steve said. "You deserve a rest."
"I guess that was quite a sight, for a growing boy," Toby said, smiling at him.
"Sure was."
"Ever see people fucking before."
"Only in the movies. Once."
"Enjoy it?"
"It got me horny, all right. But it was nothing like what I was just watching."
"Why not? What was so different?"
"They were just going through the motions, like they had a job to do. It was just physical, wham, bam, and they got pleasure out of it, sure, but it was all sort of-well, superficial. Phony. But you and Roy-wow."
"Yes," Toby said. "Wow."
Roy came back with the drinks and handed them around before sitting down again. like Steve, he sat facing Toby. She was pleased. He still liked to look at her, even right after that exhausting session in the hay.
"Well," Toby said, "whatll we talk about, while I'm resting?"
"Sex," Roy said. "What else?"
"After what you've just been through?" Toby asked, smiling at him.
"I can still talk about it. I'd like to hear about Steve's sex life."
"Ain't no such," Steve said.
"Don't embarrass him," Toby said.
"It wouldn't embarrass me," Steve said. "Nothing could embarrass me now, with you two people. It's just that I have nothing to tell."
"Nothing?" Toby asked teasingly, raising her eyebrows as she looked over at him.
"I told you," Roy said. "He claims to be a virgin."
"I am, dammit," Steve said. "Don't you have a girl?" Toby asked. "Well, yes," Steve said, looking over at his uncle.
"Lovely girl, Susan," Roy said. "Just Steve's age. She's sixteen."
"I'll be seventeen next week," Steve mumbled. Toby noticed that his hard-on had subsided, in his shorts. Good. She hated to see him suffer, as he'd obviously been suffering while Roy was fucking her. And Toby was confident that Steve's cock would come up again, any time she wanted it to. But not right now. This was nice, sitting here drinking and talking, with all the cock a girl could want just a smile and a crook of a finger away.
"Good-looking guy like you," Toby murmured, sipping her drink and looking at Steve. "Doesn't your girl-Susan?-doesn't Susan want to do anything?"
"You can talk plainer than that," Roy said.
"We can all talk plainer than that," Steve said, looking boldly at his uncle and then at Toby, "after the education you two just gave me."
"Well," Toby said, grinning, "doesn't Susan want you to fuck her?"
"I guess she does, all right, but she won't admit it. Not to me, and not to herself, even."
"Why not?"
"She's afraid, or something."
"Afraid of what?" Toby had taken up the role of questioner. Roy just looked interested. And drank.
"I don't really know. Some stuff her mother's been filling her full of since she was a kid. About if she starts fucking too young it'll spoil it for later, when she's married. Take the meaning out of it. Cheapen the act, or make it meaningless, or some bullshit like that."
"Bullshit is right," Toby said. "I thought that kind of archaic nonsense went out with 78 records."
"Pretty archaic mother Steve has, too," Roy said, draining his drink and standing up to make himself another. "My big sister. My big archaic sister. So Susan's mother isn't unique. Must have been a lot of them, growing up with nutty old-fashioned ideas, in my generation."
"I must have come along right in between," Toby said.
"Between what?" Roy asked, crossing the room with his glass full again.
"Your generation and Steve's."
"How old were you when you started fucking?"
"About eighteen, I guess," Toby said demurely, lowering her eyes. She recrossed her knees, careful to keep her pussy concealed. The conversation was still interesting, to her. She was curious. "Anyway, it was Steve we were talking about, wasn't it?"
"Sure was," Steve said, looking over at Toby with yearning in his eyes now. "And I'm still a virgin, as of this very moment."
But Toby was still curious. Let him learn patience, she thought, along with the other lessons he was going to learn tonight.
"When you and Susan are together," Toby said, "she gets excited sometimes, doesn't she? What they call sexually aroused, I mean."
"Hot as a pistol," Steve said. A little smugly, Toby thought.
"What do you do, when she gets like that?"
"Play with her pussy."
"How?"
"Well," Steve said, looking thoughtfully at Toby, "you really want to know."
"Yes."
"I rub her clitoris, and finger-fuck her, and diddle her clit some more, until she comes."
Toby uncrossed her legs, and squeezed her thighs together. There was a tingling starting in her twat, again.
"What does she do for you."
"She gives me a little hand."
"Jerks you off."
"Yes."
"Does she ever take your cock in her mouth?"
"Well, yes," Steve said, looking over at Toby with something like defiance. "Just lately. She's sucked me off quite a few times."
Toby could feel lust rising in her now, like mercury in a thermometer left out in the sun.
"Don't you ever go down on her?" Toby asked, finishing her drink. Roy started to get up, to fix her a fresh drink, but she shook her head no.' She had other things on her mind, now.
"You mean lick her pussy?" Steve asked, grinning crookedly.
"Yes. Lap her twat, gobble her cunt, whatever you want to call it." Toby was very excited, now. She let her knees come apart slightly, giving Steve a tantalizing glimpse of her perfumed pussy. She saw him lick his lips, just once, and let her knees drift slightly farther apart. Give him a better look at that tender treat.
"I never have," Steve said.
"Why not?"
"I didn't know how," Steve said. "Until tonight."
"Don't you think she'd like it."
"I think she'd love it."
"Sure she would," Toby said. "And she'd love it even more if you gave her a real expert tongue job."
"I'm no expert," Steve said, unable now to take his eyes away from the fur-framed pinkness at the confluence of her soft, discreetly parted thighs.
"You can get to be an expert," Toby said softly, smiling tenderly at him, "in one easy lesson. I'll tell you everything you need to know."
She raised one leg and draped it over the arm of the chair, giving the boy an open view of her parted, pinkly pouting pussy.
"You won't forget what you promised me before?" Steve said, standing. His hard-on poked from the front of his shorts.
"I won't forget. I'll fuck you to a frazzle. Right after your lesson."
"It's a deal," Steve said, in a choked voice.
He slid his shorts to the floor, stepped across the room to her, and dropped to his knees.