Chapter 12

On Sunday evening, Adam was startled to find that Eileen was the spitting image of her daughter April.

The fucking image, I should say, he thought. The moment he saw the older woman he knew he wanted to have sex with her. The resemblance was so close, it would be like having intercourse with an older version of the teenage girl he desired.

That in itself was something. Often, on other occasions when he was making love to one girl he'd imagine another was in his arms. Frequently, this wasn't easy. With Eileen it wouldn't be difficult at all. Except for slightly softer features, the mere trace of a wrinkle or two about the eyes and forehead, the two could be twins. Even their petite figures were comparable.

Of course, Adam amended, it wouldn't stop him from wanting April; it was only a stop-gap thought, a fill-in lay until he could work out plans to shove his erect penis into the teenager's virginal and unsuspecting vagina.

Adam was at his charming best as they sat in the living room and sipped cocktails and talked about everything in general and nothing in particular. Eileen-she'd insisted from the first that he call her that-looked as sexy as her daughter. She wore short dresses, low heels, her hair down about her shoulders in a youthful style. It seemed obvious the older woman realized her resemblance to her daughter and was trying to make the most of it.

For Adam, it worked fine, and he complimented her on it with a sincerity that did not have to be feigned.

"You and April could be taken for sisters," he said.

Eileen laughed. "So I've been told," she said, pleased, "but it's always nice to be told again." She hesitated, sipping her drink, eyeing him over the rim of the glass. "April tells me you're not married."

"That's right. I guess I never found the right girl." He thought of adding, "until now," but that would be pushing it entirely too much. It did surprise him, however, that the girl's mother would be so bold in her questioning.

"You're probably thinking I'm pretty brazen," Eileen said, "but you see, April tells me a lot of things about you. I think she's got a crush on you, Adam."

"Really?" Adam managed, though he felt his throat constrict. That was nice information to know.

"Since I'm a divorcee," the woman went on, "she always keeps on the lookout for eligible suitors. I'm really not in the market for a new husband. I just wanted to warn you in advance, in case April starts planning things for you."

She was lying about part of that, Adam realized. Maybe even she didn't know it, but Eileen was in the market for a husband. The way she was looking at him showed that quite clearly to Adam, who'd seen that hungry look before. In a town this size, she'd probably dated seldom, had sex even less frequently than that. She still looked young, but in a year or two age might catch up with her. If she wanted a man, now was the time to get him.

Which means, Adam thought pleasantly, she'll probably lower her panties at the zip of my fly opening.

Even marriage wouldn't be so bad to her. It meant he'd be living in the same house with April. As her new father, he'd have a chance to see her intimately, take advantage of her innocence. But then, in a few years she'd be away at college, perhaps even married-while he'd be stuck with an aging duplicate of her.

No, Adam decided firmly, I'll fuck mother and daughter, and then move on to greener pastures.

April had left her mother and her schoolteacher alone in the living room to get acquainted, but from time to time the daughter flitted around in the background, and Adam found he couldn't take his eyes from her. Outside of the school environment she looked even lovelier, more desirable than ever, and Adam's lust for her increased.

Dinner was a combined effort on the part of both ladies. If Eileen wanted to impress Adam with her cooking ability, she succeeded. During the meal, Adam had to glance only surreptitiously at April, for the mother was looking at him quite closely. Adam liked the way April ate, the way she put food into her mouth and chewed it; inevitably, he found himself imagining it was his penis sliding past her red lips, over her flicking tongue, into the warm, moist cavity of her beautiful young mouth.

"I'd better go to bed," April announced, shortly after dinner. "Tomorrow's a school day."

"I'm sure your English teacher wouldn't mind if you were a little sleepy," Adam said with a smile.

"It's past April's bedtime anyway," Eileen said quickly.

"Mine, too, I'm afraid," Adam said, glancing at his watch and rising. "I'd completely forgotten I've got to correct some papers tonight."

Disappointment showed in the woman's face. At the door, she said, "I do hope you'll visit us again, Adam, real soon."

"I'd like that, Eileen," Adam said.

He took her extended hand to hold it for a moment, but the woman wasn't going to be content with that-She moved in closer and kissed him full on the lips. The contact was brief, but during that moment she managed to rub her breasts enticingly against his chest and her hips into his loins.

Then she stepped back, smiling, and said, "Good night; pleasant dreams."

His genitals tingled where she'd brushed up against him and for an instant he considered staying. She wouldn't be a bad lay, if only for practice until he got to her daughter. He decided not to complicate matters just then, however.

Adam went out to his car and started the motor. For a few seconds he let it idle while he looked back at the house.

Right at this moment, he thought, April is in her bedroom, undressing. I'd like to see that.

He wondered if she were as careless about her shades at home as she was at the school.

It was an intriguing thought, one that he couldn't resist. On those occasions when he watched a girl undress without her knowing it, he rationalized that there was a voyeur in every normal male. For the most part, however, he didn't go out of his way to find such situations. But now, with the possibility of seeing April nude, displayed before him in all her sensuous glory, he was spurred into action.

Why the hell not? he thought. What harm would it do? It would give him a preview of coming attractions.

He drove off in the car, just in case Eileen might be watching from the house. He drove quickly around the block and parked several doors down from April's place, doused the lights and the motor, got out and walked swiftly but quietly along the street.

He'd wasted a lot of time thinking about it, and he hoped he wasn't too late. The street was fortunately deserted as he approached his target. The living room light was still lit. Eileen was up, probably in the front of the house, while her young daughter was in the bedroom in back.

Without hesitating, Adam walked up the darkened driveway beside the house. There were two windows facing the backyard, and from one of them a light glowed. The shade was pulled down, but not all the way to the sill, and from beneath it came a sliver of light. Stealthily, Adam approached the building and bent to apply his eyes to the crack of light.

It was the young girl's bedroom, all right. Unmistakable signs of femininity abounded. In addition, a pennant on one wall proclaimed: BRADBURY SCHOOL. The door to the room was open, and April was not in sight.

Adam waited impatiently. From time to time he straightened and looked around at the hovering darkness. Discovery wasn't--likely, but he didn't want to take any unnecessary risks beyond those he was already committed to. The sound of a toilet flushing and April's voice drew his eyes back to the window.

"Goodnight, mother," she'd said.

April appeared in the doorway. She was fully dressed in the blouse and skirt he'd last seen her in. She closed the door behind her, walked to a dresser, where she withdrew a fresh shortie nightgown. Then she began unbuttoning her blouse.

Adam caught his breath. It was an intriguing sight, seeing her flesh emerge, inch by inch. She wore a flimsy bra which showed her cleavage and the soft milky-white roundness of her breasts. She pulled the blouse from her shoulders and hung it up on a hanger in the closet.

Adam was hardly breathing now. His every sense was alert with anticipation. He dared not take his eyes from the crack in the window lest he miss something, and he'd dreamt of this moment for too long for that to happen.

She stayed beside the closet as she unzipped and stepped out of her skirt. Clad only in bra and panties, she was a sight the schoolteacher had longed to see. A slim, healthy, curved body, very young and yet completely female. Through the thin cloth of her panties, he could barely see the dark outline of her pubic hair; a few stray hairs peeped from under the elastic rim hugging her thighs, and Adam's fingers itched to touch and toy with those hairs. As she turned to hang up her skirt, she presented the window with a view of her buttocks, full and round and succulent, with a dark line visible from the small of her back curving dead center along the roundness and disappearing into her crotch.

With her back still toward him, she reached behind her to unfasten the snaps of her bra. The clasp disengaged, and she slipped the bra from her shoulders. When she turned her naked breasts to him, Adam couldn't control the gasp of delight that issued from his mouth; fortunately, she didn't seem to hear him. Her breasts were small, but rounded and firm, like milky apples, with tiny brown nipples set into them.

Adam thought how nice it would be to run his palms over those marvelous little breasts, to feel the nipples hardening between his fingers. He drew his tongue across his lips, trying to imagine the taste of those succulent nipples in his mouth.

He'd like to touch her everyplace, kiss her everyplace.

April hooked her fingers in the waistband of her panties and eased them down over her hips and legs and stepped out of them. She was beautiful! Adam had never seen anything so lovely in all his life. She was like some naked teenage goddess put on Earth for the exquisite pleasure of man, innocent and yet fantastically sensual.

As Adam watched, hypnotized, April raised her arms over her head and stretched, rising on tiptoe. The motion drew her breasts up tight, curved her slim legs even more. Then she settled and whirled in a kind of naked dance, as though joyful to be free of all restraining clothing. She was like an innocent, sexual animal set free from its cage.

She'd probably be a wildcat in bed, Adam thought.

She drew her hands about her body, cupping her breasts, massaging her hips and legs in a way that soon had the schoolteacher sweating, his loins aching with desire for the girl. Then she quickly put on her pajamas, turned out the light, and slipped into bed.

Adam was surprised that it was over so quickly. Surprised and disappointed. Yet the brief sight of her naked figure was enough to fill his dreams for a long time to come. Of course, he wasn't going to be content with dreaming about her. He wanted to feel April's nude form pressing close to him. He wanted to run his lips over her nipples. He wanted to rub his hands over her marvelous thighs, feel the taste of her lips on his, and most of all experience the indescribable sensations that would come when he plunged his stiff penis deep into the lovely hole between her legs!

Adam was suddenly aware that he was trembling. It was partly due to the cool night attacking his sweat-drenched body, but it was also because of his intense sexual excitement the teenager had caused in him. More than ever, he was determined to do something about it.

I'm going to fuck that girl, he told himself as he sneaked around the house and down the street to his waiting car, if it's the last thing I do!