Chapter 3

"Hey, did you see Marsha in Bill Lawson's Vega?" Millie asked excitedly. "They're going steady now."

"I wonder what he sees in her?" Janie replied as she and Millie walked home from Scout meeting. "She's four years younger than he is!"

"She goes down on him," Millie said matter of factly.

"Who told you that?" Janie demanded.

"She did."

"Marsha?"

"Sure! You haven't been around her much lately. She's really changed."

"She used to be afraid of her own shadow," Janie remarked none too kindly.

"Well, she's not anymore!" Millie laughed. Ever since she dated Mike Moran, she's been a different person. I think he taught her all about sex."

"Did she tell you that?"

"No, but it makes sense," Millie said confidently. "Everybody knows Mike is a big lover. They went together for almost five months. Now she's dating Bill Lawson. And you know what the girls say about him!"

"That he's yummy, and I agree!" Janie laughed.

"Well, you know he doesn't date girls who don't put out!"

"I wouldn't mind dating Bill Lawson!" Janie giggled.

"Would you put out for him?" Millie asked eagerly. "Would you go down on him? I would!"

"You wouldn't know how!" Janie laughed.

"Neither would you!" Millie said defensively.

"I would if I knew how," Janie replied. "I'll bet he'd show me."

"Maybe," Millie replied. "But a boy like Bill Lawson wants girls who know how and can even teach him a thing or two. He wouldn't stick with dummies like us very long!"

"You're probably right," Janie sighed.

"If I tell you something," Millie said, slowing to a halt and speaking in what she considered a very confidential voice, "will you promise never to tell anybody?"

"Sure," Janie said, eagerly anticipating a juicy secret.

"Well," Millie began, "I went out with Chuck Martin last night."

"You were supposed to be at a movie with me!" Janie said quickly.

"What I meant was that I met Chuck at the movie," Millie said, correcting her story. "I sat next to him and he put his arm around me. Then he let his hand slide down to touch my breast!"

"Is that all?" Janie asked a little impatiently.

"Of course not!" Millie said with a certain amount of offense. "Later on, he took my hand and put it in his lap. He put it right on top of his prick and it was as hard as a rock! I left it there and I even rubbed it a little. He moaned a lot and then his pants became damp. I think I sort of jacked him off, Janie!"

Janie smiled, thankful the street was dark so her friend couldn't see the expression on her face. At any other time Millie's story would have been exciting. But after what Janie had seen the night before, Millie's story sounded like immature child's play!

At the corner of Ash and Caspian Streets, Millie and Janie split to go to their respective homes. Janie was glad to have the two blocks alone to think. She had hardly slept last night! When she finally managed to escape from her concealed place in the closet, she had run to her room and put on her robe to go to the bathroom. And when she walked past her parents' door she had heard them hard at it in sex. By now the sounds were familiar to the young girl and there was no doubt that her father and mother were balling last night after their hours long orgy with Linda and Ed!

She wondered if her parents were secretly sex maniacs? She had to laugh at that thought now. Everybody was a sex maniac. Look at Marsha, and even her closest friend Millie!

And what about you? she asked herself. How many times have you played with yourself? And didn't you just tell Millie that you'd suck Bill Lawson's cock if you knew how? And last night didn't you lay awake wondering how you'd ever learn all about sex?

As she approached the house, Janie was surprised to find all the lights on. It was almost ten o'clock and her parents were almost always in bed by this time. She took a deep breath. Janie wasn't anxious to see them tonight, but she could see movement in the living room and knew that they were up.

"Hi!" she greeted brightly as she walked in the front door.

"Oh, Janie!" Grace said. "I'm so glad you're home, honey."

"Hey, where are you going?" Janie asked in near panic as she suddenly realized that her mother was dressed in her best knit suit. Her eyes took in the suitcase on the floor and her heart almost stopped beating. Were they suddenly going to split up, get a divorce? What would happen to her?

"We received a call about half an hour ago, Janie," Fred explained as he picked up the suitcase and started for the door. "Your Aunt Ruth is in the hospital and not expected to live."

"I'm catching the next plane for Spokane, darling," Grace said. "Want to ride to the airport with us to see me off?"

"Sure!" Janie said, her heart fluttering with relief. "What's the matter with Aunt Ruth?"

"Heart attack," Fred explained as they all piled into the Ford station wagon.

"The doctors say it's a serious one," Grace added. "They doubt she'll survive it."

"Of course she's had two before this one," Fred added, "and she's survived both of those."

"But she's so terribly overweight!" Grace commented. "The doctors have warned her again and again."

"How long will you be gone, Mom?"

"Honey, I really don't know," Grace replied with a sigh. "Fred, don't forget to call my office and tell them why I'm not there."

"I won't."

"And those other. .. other appointments we made."

"I'll handle everything, darling," Fred replied with a smile. "And Janie and I'll take good care of the house, won't we, Janie?"

"Sure. I'll even cook for us!"

"Since when do you know how to cook?" Grace asked with a laugh.

"I'm working on my homemaker's merit badge in Scouts," Janie replied defensively.

"Well, don't practice too much on your poor father," Grace said with a chuckle.

"How can I learn if I don't practice? Honestly!"

"You can practice on me anytime!" Fred replied. "Christ, with this traffic you'll be lucky to make the eleven-thirty flight!"

"We're there, aren't we?" Grace asked.

"Almost. That's the off-ramp up ahead, but we'll still have to find a place to park."

"Fred, don't bother parking," Grace said, placing her hand affectionately on his arm. "You're tired. You two get home and get some rest. I'll just barely have time to check in. Pull up in front of the terminal and we'll kiss good-bye, darling."

A glance at his watch told Fred that she was right. They parked in the loading zone, gave a porter her suitcase and then kissed good-bye. They watched her walk up to the airline counter and turn to wave. Fred started the car and Janie quickly changed to the front seat for the ride home.

"Do you think Aunt Ruth will live?" Janie asked as they pulled back on the freeway.

"From what the doctor told your mother on the phone," Fred replied, "it looks doubtful, Cricket."

Janie was glad to hear him call her by his favorite pet name. She had never liked Jane and she insisted that all her friends call her Janie. Only her father and mother called her Cricket. Fred said that Janie reminded him of Connie Stevens when she was young and played the part of Cricket on a TV series. Grace always laughed at that, pointing out that Connie Stevens had golden blonde hair while Janie's was a rich strawberry blonde.

"Then Mom will have to stay for the funeral?"

"I guess so."

"How long is that?"

"A few days, I suppose. Don't worry, Cricket, we'll get along fine."

"Oh, I wasn't worried at all!" Janie replied, sucking in her breath to gather courage for what she was about to say. "I was just wondering what you'd do about the swingers you'd made dates with, that's all."

Fred was silent for a long moment, pretending to concentrate on the highway as he drove toward their house.

"You were hidden behind the door of the bar last night, weren't you?"

"How'd you know?"

"I found your bra on the floor this morning."

"Oh!"

"Get a little warm in there last night, Cricket?" Fred asked his daughter with a chuckle.

"Not as warm as it was in the living room!" she shot back with a giggle.

"But hot enough that you had to take your clothes off and play with yourself," Fred returned.

"So?" Janie asked a little defiantly.

"Nothing," Fred laughed.

"You just passed our exit!" Janie laughed.

"What? Damn it! Now we'll have to take Santa Clara and wind back!"

"How come it rattles you to talk about sex with me?" she giggled. "Your tongue sure wasn't tied last night with that Linda."

"It doesn't rattle me!" Fred said defensively, when in truth he had to admit that it hassled the hell out of him. "I just wasn't paying attention to the exits, that's all."

"Can we talk ... about sex?" Janie asked.

"Sure, if you want," he replied. "But first let me get us on Spruce Street before I screw up again."

Fred swung off on the Santa Clara Street exit and pretended to concentrate on taking the right turns as they wound their way back to Spruce Street. Every time they passed under a street light he glanced over at his daughter. She was sitting there with her skirt hiked halfway up her well rounded thighs and her big tits sticking straight out in her Scout blouse. Fred had been very aware of his daughter's development over the past year. She was rapidly blossoming into one hell of a sexy woman! This awareness made it all the more uncomfortable for him to discuss sex with her. Why couldn't she wait until Grace got back?

Fred was also aware of a dull headache beginning in his temples. He'd had too many gimlets earlier and he was getting a slight hangover already. That's easily cured, he told himself, with a drink when he got home.

"Well, we're just about there," he announced as they pulled onto Spruce Street.

Janie turned to him with what Millie called her haunting smile.

"Good," she said softly.

Fred pulled into the driveway and parked. They climbed out and let themselves into the empty house.

"We left every damned light in the house on!" he remarked as they walked into the living room. "I'm going to fix myself a drink. Want a Coke?"

"Could I. .. could I try a drink?" Janie asked.

"Sure," Fred said. They'd offered her alcohol before, but she'd always refused. Both he and Grace agreed that they would never deny it to her and force her to sneak off to drink with friends. "What would you like?"

"Whatever you're having," she said in a voice that reminded him exactly of her mother's standard reply.

"How about a gimlet?" he asked, already making a small pitcher full.

"Fine," the thirteen-year-old girl replied, walking over to stand near the door to the bar area. "Is that where you found my bra?" she asked devilishly.

"On the floor," he responded. "I'm surprised you didn't miss it."

"I'm going braless today," she said, jutting her chest out toward him. "How do I look?"

"Uh, great!" he replied, glancing only briefly at her voluptuous chest. "Here. Hope you like it."

Fred watched her take a sip. She held the liquid in her mouth, savored it carefully, then swallowed with satisfaction.

"I like it!" she said, her surprise obvious in her voice.

"Good," Fred remarked as he walked across the living room and sat down comfortable on the couch. Janie stood where she was for a moment, then seemed to make a decision and came walking over to sit near him on the sofa.

"Did you know I was behind the door last night?" she asked.

"No," he returned with a smile. "I knew it when I found your bra this morning. Did you get an eyeful?"

"Yes," Janie responded with a giggle. "And?" her father prompted. "And what?"

"What did you think of what you saw?"

"I think it surprised me at first. Then I was curious. It looked like fun. Was it?"

"Sure!" Fred replied a little uneasily. "Did it bother you, Cricket?"

"It made me hot, if that's what you mean," she laughed.

"Look, Cricket, let's stop playing games," Fred remarked with a deep sigh. "You saw your mother and me balling another couple last night. Now you're bound to have some reaction. Does it hassle you?"

"Not really," she replied slowly. "I suppose it worried me that maybe you two weren't in love anymore. But that's not it, is it?"

"No, Cricket," Fred replied. "That's not it at all. Your mother and I love each other very much. We just accept sex as a physical joy that can be enjoyed without getting involved in an emotional tangle. I don't know if you can understand that."

"I think I can," she replied. "Can I have another drink?"

"Sure," he responded, refilling her glass from the pitcher. "It will help us both relax."

"Thanks. In a way I feel like we're talking in Greek."

"Greek?"

"Well, I don't understand Greek," Janie laughed, "and I'm not much better when it comes to talking sex. It's time I learned, but I don't know how or where! Tonight, Millie told me that Marsha's going down on Bill Lawson. I know that means that she's sucking his cock, but I haven't the faintest idea how to do it or even what it's like."

"Do many of the girls in your class go down on boys?" Fred asked, nervously draining his glass and quickly refilling it. He noticed that Janie had also finished hers and he poured some more gimlet in her glass.

"Some of them, I guess. Is it wrong to do that?"

"Well, not if they want to do it," Fred said. "You see, your mother and I have always felt that most of the restrictions on sex are so much bullshit. As long as people want to do something, and as long as they don't hurt anybody else, then it should be all right."

"Right on!" Janie giggled, her head suddenly very light with the alcohol she had consumed. She had to force herself to stop giggling. Everything was so funny all of a sudden. She was getting drunk!

"I gather that you're still a virgin?" Fred asked. "Sure. But I don't want to be anymore!" she added. "Why?"

"I... I want to enjoy myself. Why shouldn't I? I'm better developed than that redhead you balled last night! Did you know that? Here, look at my breasts!"

Before Fred could say a thing, Janie leaned forward, unbuttoned her Scout blouse and bared her full chest at him. - "Linda's weren't near as good as mine, were they?"

"No, Cricket," Fred said a little awkwardly as he watched her finish slipping her blouse off to sit next to him naked from the waist up.

Fred's head was swimming! He knew that he had put away the better part of a fifth of vodka during the evening and he was as high as hell! The thirty-seven-year-old man was also terrible conscious of his thirteen-year-old daughter's charms. Try as he might, he could hardly move his eyes away from her incredible tits! God, she was built!

"You're getting one hell of a figure!" he commented softly.

"From what Linda said last night, you're pretty well built yourself!" Janie remarked with a laugh.

"You say a man's well hung, not well built, Cricket," he laughed.

"Well, you're well hung, then!" she giggled. "See, it's growing right now! You must be uncomfortable."

Fred was aware of his straining hard-on pressing against his slacks. It was in fact damned uncomfortable!

"Why don't we take our clothes off and be comfortable?" Janie suggested, standing to slip out of her loafers and pull her skirt and panties down. She almost lost her balance and braced herself on the arm of the sofa and giggled.