Part IX
Playing Man Coverage
Keith Cole had just settled into his easy chair to watch some golf on television. Really, there wasn't much else on this time of day and he was all alone. Kevin was out of the house at practice, his wife was out of town at a conference, and his daughter -- who was still sleeping upstairs -- had said she had plans to go out shopping. Even if it was only golf, he had his imported beer and his salty snacks, and was ready to enjoy the alone time, when suddenly, there was a knock on the door.
"Shit!" he muttered, getting up out of his favorite chair and walking over to the front door. He opened the door and was surprised to see the young girl from next door standing on his doorstep. She was wearing a red nylon bikini top. Down below, she wore a short, black and red plaid skirt, which nicely complimented her long, shapely legs.
"Hi, Dr. Cole," Joey said bubbly. She liked the approving way that his hungry eyes quickly devoured her young body. When his eyes finally met hers, Joey could tell by the way they quickly diverted to the side, that he was embarrassed at having watched her semi-pubic display the other night.
"Uh, hi," he stammered, "Hi there, uh..."
"Joey," she bubbled, extending her hand to shake his, "from next door."
"Uh, yeah, right," he said, taking her hand and shaking it lightly. He was impressed at how soft and delicate her paw was. Strangely, it seemed as though she didn't want to take it back.
"Uh, Kevin's not here. He's out at basketball practice." That clinches it, she thought. She knew that there was no way he could have known that she was here to see Kevin, and not his daughter, Kaci. She seriously doubted that either Kevin or Kaci had told their father what they had been up to the past few days. He had to have been the one who was in the darkened booth last night.
"Oh, that's all right," she said flightily. "I actually came to see if Kaci wanted to come next door and swim in our pool."
"Ohhh, Kaci!" Dr. Cole said loudly, as though he had been reminded of his own name. "Oh, uh, she's still upstairs sleeping," he added, belatedly. "She should be waking up soon."
"Can I come in and wait for her?" Joey asked.
"Uh, sure," he said hospitably. He opened the door wider, and stepped back. As Joey entered his house, her right arm accidentally brushed up against him. He saw that she was smiling as she watched his confused reaction through the corner of her eyes as she passed by and then stood in the entry way, waiting for her host to catch up to her.
Dr. Cole closed the door nervously, and walked over to where she was standing. He walked back to his chair, leading her in the direction of the entertainment center. "Would you like something to drink while you wait?" he asked, looking at the television screen to see who was teeing off.
"No, thanks, Dr. Cole," she said. "What're you watching?" she asked, sitting in the center of the couch.
"Uh, just some golf," he said, somewhat off guard. He was staring absentmindedly at Joey who was sitting on the couch cross-legged. The hem of her skirt was so short that it ended up in her lap. Joey purposely didn't tuck her hands into her lap and Dr. Cole could just barely make out the crotch of her matching bikini panties underneath.
"Did you play sports in college?" she asked. Her eyes deliberately scanned him from head to toe, so that he would notice her checking him out.
"Yeah, I played a little basketball," he lied, looking at her nervously. He was intimidated by her ravenous sexual appetite.
"I thought so," she purred, "you're still in pretty good shape. Do you work out?" she asked.
"Yeah," he said, "A few times a week. Not as much as I'd like. You know how that goes."
"Yeah," Joey said, opening her legs and spreading them wide to either side of her body, as though doing the splits. She leaned first one way, then the next, stretching her slim torso and long legs. "If I don't stretch my legs before I do anything physical, they cramp up on me."
Dr. Cole stared at the young tart stretching put on his couch. Joey was slowly running her fingertips up and down her long legs, from her ankles to her upper thighs, intentionally disrupting her skirt and giving him quick flashes of her bikini crotch.
"Gawd, how embarrassing," she forced a blush.
"What?" he asked.
"I think I gave myself a wedgie." Joey lifted the hem of her skirt with her right hand, and then slowly ran the fingertips of her left hand up and down the crotch of her bikini bottom, all the while staring Dr. Cole in the eyes.
When she had his undivided attention, she reached around the hem of her bikini bottom and tugged gently, pulling it away from her crotch. She crooked her thumb around the other edge and pulled them together, pulling the fabric in a small circular motion, as she closed her eyes and bit on her lower lip.
"Mmmmm . . ." she purred. "That's better." She opened her eyes and saw Dr. Cole staring at her lustfully. She smiled at him, and then drew the fabric flat against her crotch again using both hands.
"Tell me," she said, pulling her legs in front of her and wrapping her arms around her bent knees, putting her crotch on display, "if we were to play a game of basketball, do you think you could score on me?"
Dr. Cole was now thoroughly embarrassed. "No, of course not," he stammered. "You're much too young for me -- I mean, you're in much better shape than I am."
"Oh, pish," Joey said, dropping her feet to the floor and standing up. "I bet you've still got what it takes to sink a few baskets." She was walking directly at him. When she reached his feet, she turned abruptly and walked around the back of his chair.
"You against me? One on one?" she said demurely, leaning over the back of his chair, and running her hands over his broad shoulders and forearms. "I bet you'd pound me into the ground," she said softly.
Dr. Cole didn't know what to think or to say. Did she know that it was me in the booth last night? Could she see me? All he knew was that he was getting terribly excited. He could feel his cock start to swell as he inhaled her sweet perfume.
"Or maybe how about golf?" she said, looking over his shoulder at the Master's tournament on the big screen. "Maybe I could come over after school, and you could show me how to use your driver," she purred. "Judging by the looks of things, maybe you could show me your . . . oh, . . . . what is that . . . about 8 or 8 ½, maybe 9 iron? or is that wood?"
She stood back up and walked around the side of his chair, standing next to him, and looking at the tent in the front of his shorts. "I tell you what, you bring your wood and I'll bring my own glove." She bent down and picked up his hand, holding it in hers. "You've got big hands. You know what they say about guys with big hands. It might be a little snug," she bantered.
"Look, uh, Joey," Dr. Cole cleared his throat. "I'm not sure what your game is..."
"It's basketball, remember?" she interrupted. "I told you that last night."
Dr. Cole's heart stopped. Oh shit! She knows it was me! "Last night?" he recovered, shifting his weight in his easy chair. "I didn't see you last night."
