Rex Taylor - Turned on family

"Huh?" she asked, come glow radiating from her luscious green eyes. She felt like the cat that had gotten the cream. All of it.

"I said, I'm very sorry, Robin. I don't know what got into me."

She smirked prettily. "I know what got into me."

"I meant," he said, "I don't know how this happened. One minute I was sitting there."

"Looking at my pussy, where my jeans were torn," she reminded him. He went deep red all over.

"Really," she said. "It's okay. You don't have anything to apologize for. I mean, I had a good time. Didn't you?"

Couldn't he understand? They'd only fucked. It wasn't as if she were asking him to leave his wife for her.

Robin reached out before Sam could pull up his shorts, and her fingers trapped his wet dick. She leaned out from the couch and kissed its cummy flesh a hundred times, smacking her lips upon his rod from balls to knob. Finally she let go, allowing him to put on his shorts. And, since he was dressing, Robin decided she might as well do the same. With the slinky movements of a cat she got off the couch and tugged her clothes into place once again.

"I'd better be going," Sam was saying. "Laurel will be wondering where I am."

"Yeah," Robin agreed. "She probably will."

He stopped. "Robin, I think that maybe, if Laurel should ever call you for another babysitting job, you might be better off to make some kind of excuse."

"Huh?" she asked in disbelief. "What for?"

"Well," and he blushed furiously, "because of what's just happened, for one thing. It could lead to something neither of us really wants. Or at least I hope neither of us wants. Something that might hurt Laurel and the kids. Not physically, but emotionally."

She nodded. "You mean, like me getting sexed up and hung up. On you?" He signaled his agreement. She laughed. "Mr. Willis! I mean, all we did was screw. I liked it, sure, but I'm not in love with you or anything. Those rotten guys made me nervous, and I, was kinda horny, too, and balling you was a lot better than playing with myself. But I didn't mean anything special."

"Nothing special?" he repeated, lifting his voice to make a question mark at the end.

"Gosh," she added, "you'd better let me wipe my lipstick off your face. You've got big red kiss-marks all over!"

She found a tissue and wiped away the red stains she'd left on his cheeks and lips. "That's better. Now Mrs. Willis won't shoot you at first sight."

Sam nodded and he left without another word. Robin watched him go. That whole family was freaky, she told herself. A loose thread in her ripped-out crotch tickled her pussy and she decided she'd better go change before her mom returned from work and maybe take a nap, too. It was still early, but thanks to those Willis kids, she hadn't slept much last night. And she wouldn't be able to call Dennis before seven-thirty or so, anyway. Why not? She made sure the front door was locked and then went to bed.

Robin cooked supper for herself and her mother, and she was cleaning up the dishes when she heard the phone ring out in the hall. Dennis? she wondered, drying her hands quickly just in case.

"Phone, dear," said her mother. "It's Bonnie."

"Oh," Robin said. Bonnie was her best friend but she'd been hoping it might be Dennis. She picked up the phone in the hall and cradled it between her ear and shoulder. "Hi, Bon," she said.

"Hi, Robbie. Doin' anything tonight? My relatives are all gone and we can use the van."

"I don't know," Robin demurred. "I want to make a phone call first. Can I call you back?"

They made their good-byes and Robin dialed long-distance to get Dennis' dorm room at Ohio State. If everything went right, they would be reconciled within a matter of minutes. She heard the first ring, the second, the third. "The Den of Iniquity," said a male voice.

"Smith speaking." It was Dennis' roomie. "Is Dennis Coffey there?"

"Why do all the chicks want Dennis? I'm available, you know. Or does anybody care? No, he's not in. I guess he has a date or something. But if I can be of any assistance."

She hung up before he'd finished his invitation.

So, Dennis didn't care. He already had another girl. Couldn't he have guessed she'd be back? Why couldn't he have waited? Robin dialed Bonnie's number. "When you coming by?" she asked.

Robin felt rotten, on Dennis' account, until she hopped into the van and saw Bonnie's angel face. That brightened her, the way it always did. Bonnie was such a sweetheart! She was tall and slim, a couple of inches taller than Robin's own five-six, with cupcake titties and a shy, self-conscious way of walking. Her face was thin and soulfully pretty, dominated by big blue eyes and silky falls of almost-black hair. Bonnie seemed cut out to be a poetess or a ballerina, Robin decided. Those professions went with the image.

Tonight she wore a long sleeved turtleneck top which flattered her high, small tits, and a short wraparound skirt which only enhanced her long legs, for those needed no flattering. Bonnie looked as if she were en route to sing in a coffeehouse.

Robin was comfortable and casual in jeans and a patriotic tank top, decorated with one big star and red and white stripes. Her boobs moved naturally beneath the clinging fabric as she settled onto the seat. "Where do you want to go?" she asked.

Bonnie shrugged. "Maybe to the drive-in? I don't remember what's playing. Or maybe we could go have a couple of beers somewhere."

"That sounds good," Robin agreed. And it meant the joint on Sunday Creek, a few miles out of town.

Unless, Robin reminded herself, Bonnie should happen to lose her cherry in the meantime. Bonnie was a virgin, quite unlike her best friend, and determined to stay one. But that didn't stop her from listening avidly, with self-conscious giggles, to Robin's latest adventures as the van rolled along. Robin gave her friend a full rundown on what had happened since Laurel Willis' call on Friday evening.

Well, not quite full. It was shocking enough for Bonnie to hear about Sean and his sister fucking each other's buns off. She went to church with the Willis kids – while Robin's narrow escape from being abducted and raped upset Bonnie very much. And by the time Robin finished describing her screw with Sam Willis on the couch in her own living room Bonnie was nearly aghast. "You're awful, Robin, and I don't believe a word of it!" her friend squeaked, most unconvincingly.

So what was the need to go into detail about the night of lesbian exploration Robin and Jamie had spent together? Bonnie had always shown some intolerance toward that kind of activity and Robin wasn't sure how her friend would react to a firsthand description of what it was like to be girl-sucked.

They parked on the gravel, locked up the van, and strolled into the tavern. It was a hillbilly joint, full of farmers and guys who worked the strip-mine over on Monday Creek and kids who looked like Elvis Presley did in the late '50's. The jukebox was full of Loretta Lynn and Dolly Parton and Freddie Fender and Conway Twitty, and a few couples were dancing among the tables.

Bonnie led the way to a corner booth and sat down while Robin went for a pitcher of draft. It was 3.2 beer. They were almost old enough to buy it legally but strong enough to make them both giggly after a few glasses. Robin got cigarettes from the machine and they sat chain-puffing as they drank. The air in the small room was already thick with smoke and Bonnie began to wipe her burning eyes.

"Don't look now," Robin whispered to her friend, "but I think those guys over there are trying to come on to us."

Bonnie's head spun instantly and she tried to focus her stinging eyes. "Oh, God, not the two greasers with the D.A. haircuts!"

"No," Robin whispered, "the other ones. They look as out of place here as we do." She could see them better now, for as soon as Bonnie turned to stare in their direction, the two guys left their shadowy corner booth and moved towards the girls.