When I got to the parking lot, Daddy was sitting in the car with the engine running, obviously ready to go. Allie had changed into her school clothes and was waiting by the side of the car. She looked kind of fetching in her tight jeans and her pink shirt with matching socks. We jumped in the back, and Dad took off.
Allie couldn't wait, but she didn't want to ask in front of Daddy. She gave me an exaggerated questioning look, and mouthed "Well?" I nodded yes, smiling as Allie looked amazed and mouthed "Oh my god!" She pointed to my breast and mouthed, "Titty?" I don't know what made me do it, but I raised my skirt just enough that she could see that I had no panties on. Her eyes became big a saucers, and her face turned an eye-catching shade of pink.
Just then Dad said, "So how did your after school activity go today?"
'Ohmigod!!' I thought. How could he know? A million thoughts raced through my mind. Did he see us? Was he upset? I looked over at Allie, but she was no help. She acted like she'd just discovered that the back seat had a window. Like all teenagers, I knew that when in doubt with the parental units, stall.
"Huh?" I said.
Dad used his gee-this-isn't-a-hard-question-you-silly-girl voice. He spoke slowly, like he was talking to a brainless kid. "The football game? You know, where they throw around this ball and you two stand around cheering?"
Relief flooded through me. Of course he meant the football game. He'd probably just up and kill me if he knew that I was jacking off boys after school.
My relief spilled over and I answered with way too much enthusiasm. "Oh it was great, Daddy! We won! Jefferson High almost rallied at the end, but we hung on!" As I rambled some nonsense about the game, I glanced over at Allie. She knew what I'd been thinking, and we shared that you've-just-dodged-a-parental-bullet look.
As we all settled in for the ride home, Allie quietly got into her pack, and took out the new issue of the Boulder University Gazette. It was already unfolded to the right page, and I took it to read. Allie reached over and held my other hand in hers. Our fingers entwined, and it was nice. Way different than holding Bobby's hand. Softer. And somehow with more affection than he'd ever mustered. She squeezed mine, and I squeezed back. It was, you know, nice.
Girl Talk – A Sexkitten's Primer by Miss Julie
All right ladies, we have a couple of things to discuss this week. First of all, I got several letters asking about the whole high heels thing, so I thought that a further explanation might be in order. You have to ask yourself, why do women wear high heels at all? The answer is, to get boys! Well really, the answer is to make their legs look longer. And god only knows, boys love long legs. If you're wearing nothing but heels to bed, you 1) retain a little mystery 2) lend a sense of urgency and 3) make your legs look longer. It's a no brainer! That reminds me, girls. If you don't have your heels on, you should still point your toes as if you do. Pretend that you have a pair of spiked stilettos on. It will make your legs look longer whether or not you are wearing shoes. I want you to practice this every time you cum, and pretty soon you'll get so that you don't even know that you're doing it. I guarantee the boys will love it, whether they think they notice it or not.
Second on the agenda – what's a really good way to get a guy instantly horny? The answer is – your cum. They haven't yet come up with a man who can resist the smell of a girl in heat. So girlfriend, the next time you really want to get a guy going, take a minute to play with yourself first. Trust me – this really works. Put your hand between your legs and caress your pussy for a minute or two. Get your finger all good and cummy, and then lightly touch his lips with it. The scent is guaranteed to drive any man instantly crazy with desire. What you do with him after that is up to you. And for all you lipstick chicks out there, what's sauce for the goose........!
Jesus! This whole sex thing was getting more fun all the time. I thought that I had done enough damage to Bobby just by flashing my ass at him. I couldn't believe that there were other things to do too. Boy, I wouldn't have thought of this in a million years! I didn't get that last line at all, and I made a mental note to ask Allie about it later. I looked at her when I was done reading, amazement in my eyes. She squeezed my hand and smiled at me.
I knew she wanted to hear the tale of my afternoon adventure, so I asked Dad if she could spend the night. This wasn't unusual at all. In fact, we'd been doing it once a week or so ever since elementary school. Like I said, she's just another member of the family.
Dad liked having Allie over, so it was no surprise when he said, "Oh goody, Just what I need - a nightlong giggle of girls. OK, but the usual rules. She has to get permission first."
"Thanks, Daddy," we both said together, and then giggled.
Allie called her dad and got permission as soon as we reached my house. I changed into jeans and a t-shirt, and we spent the evening like we usually did, Mom and Dad cuddled on the couch while Allie and I stretched out on the floor to watch a movie.
After Mom and Dad went up to bed, Allie and I spent a while doing our usual girl talk – teachers, cheerleaders, gossip. Just hanging and giggling like best friends do. The one subject we studiously avoided was boys.
Of course as soon as we went to my room to go to bed, that all changed. Allie was all over me for details, and I obliged. My story was interspersed with Allie going, "Oh my God!!" and "No way!" We sat on my bed and giggled and laughed about it for an hour. She had all kinds of questions that I couldn't answer, like "How far did it shoot?" and "How did it feel?" Eventually I promised her that I'd have the answers sooner or later, but that she could still be doing her own research.
