All story characters are 18 years old or older. This is the second in the Periwinkle Series which began with "The New Girl."
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September 4, 1992, Somewhere in Southern California
**FRIDAY 6 to 9 a.m.**
The alarm clock buzzed angrily when its digital flags dropped from 5:59 to 6:00. Dr. Carter woke and pulled his nose back from nuzzling Peri's neck. As he turned over to stop the noise, his left hand naturally trailed across her lavender satin teddy from where it had been cupping her full right breast, half-squashed against the mattress. It slid over her slightly fuller left breast, and beneath her left arm to freedom. His new personal assistant, faced away on her right side, right leg extended with her left bent up, heel against her right knee, remained immobile and unaware.
After switching the alarm off, Carter rolled back, pulled the top sheet away and stared at the beautiful 18-year old girl he had ravished seven times, in as many different ways, in the last twelve hours. Her light-brown hair was arrayed on the pillow, exposing a perfectly shaped ear shell. He ran the back side of his left forefinger along its edge. He paused at her earlobe, pressed his fingertip against its hidden hollow and traced slowly down her neck to her collarbone before backtracking. Carter's finger continued along Peri's jaw to her delicate chin and then up to his favorite facial feature. He bounced his fingertip lightly on her lower lip, pulled it back and bent his head to her ear. "TOURMALINE," he whispered, planting a small kiss on her round, spongy lobe.
Peri's eyes fluttered and then opened wide. She blinked rapidly several times, raised her left hand and quickly cleared away the tiny bits of matter collected overnight in the corners of her eyes. Stretching her legs and rolling over to her left, she lay on her back and sent Carter a small smile. "MMM," she hummed quietly, "Good morning, Uncle. What time is it?" she asked, still adjusting to the half-light in the master bedroom.
"Good morning, Sweetie," Carter replied. "It's just past 6. Did you sleep well?"
"Oh, yes, very well, thanks" Peri answered, showing greater alertness and raising her right arm to rest her open hand on Dr. Carter's left shoulder point. Surveying his lounging form, facing her and propped on his right elbow and forearm, she rolled further left onto her hip and mirrored Carter's position, moving her hand flat from his shoulder across his chest. "My goodness, Uncle," she observed, toying her fingers and thumb in the jersey over his sternum, plucking an invisible button, "you are still wearing your sweatsuit!"
Carter adjusted his body closer to hers. "I am glad you slept well, Peri. I was pretty tired, myself, last night and didn't have the energy to do anything but get in bed. Next thing I knew the alarm was going off." Carter chuckled and pulled his sweatshirt over his head. "Is that better, honey?" he asked. "I'm no 'Tarzan', you know." To himself he thought, "but you are sure some 'Jane' and we were swinging yesterday!"
Peri's smile broadened and her coral tongue peeked between her gleaming white teeth. "Ooh, Uncle, that is much better," she cooed, twisting his sparse chest hair and pinching his left nipple in the process. Her hand worked its way down to his stomach, overhanging his sweatpants' waistband by about an inch. Digging her index finger deep into his navel, she scratched him with her nail and insinuated her thumb under the elasticized barrier protecting her ultimate target. "But what am I going to do with this?" She sweetly asked, stretching his waistband and letting it snap back onto his gut. Her eyes sparkled with mischief and her mouth opened. Its capital "O" shape quickly transformed into a "Q" as she stabbed the air with her quivering tongue.
Carter, pleased by Peri behavioral progress and, in particular, her pause for confirmation and guidance, thought to himself, "The spanking seems to have worked." He twisted onto his back, hiked his ass, pushed his sweatpants down and kicked them off the end the bed. "Hello, pal!" he said to himself, as his purple-headed erection rose from the ash-grey foliage of his pubic hair, like the proverbial phoenix. His hard-on had been his faithful friend every morning for 54 years, but on this morning it seemed more eager for attention than usual. "There, you go, Sweetie," Carter said aloud, "Problem solved! Do what you like."
Peri was ecstatic. She quickly sat up, inverted herself and crawled onto Carter's stomach facing his plum puppet. She licked her lips and bowed her head. Peri's tongue raced lightly over the dick's small slit, gathering the pre-cum as it appeared.
Carter raised his upper body, propping the pillows between his shoulder blades and resting on his elbows and forearms. He studied Peri's shiny lavender bottom, wiggling and bouncing as she applied herself to his stiff cock. Her knees and shins, straddling his waist, spread the deep purple lace seam of her crotch-less tap-pants. Peri's pubic fuzz trimmed its edges, disappearing between her thighs. Her opening pink crescent sliced up its center, imitating her dimpled smile, as it pointed to her puckered rosebud at the seam's other end.
Carter angled his torso further, grabbed Peri's thighs just above the knees, and buried his face in her beckoning pussy. He ran his nose tip, followed immediately with his trailing tongue, the full length of her slit from clitoris to her waiting, winking tunnel. He kissed and sucked her juicing twat while Peri licked and squeezed his throbbing dick. She pushed and squirmed her ass. He flexed and jerked his hips. She stroked his staff and tickled him under his scrotum with her fingernails. He stabbed her gash with his tongue and latched onto her pulsing nubbin.
Peri remembered, and was very conscious of, Carter's seismic warnings. She was not unprepared when his cock bounced in her mouth, shooting its seed as it jumped. Sealing her lips tightly around the head, she kept her throat angled. The deluge, no less than before, was, this time, completely controlled. She sucked, slurped and swallowed with confident gusto as she, herself, orgasmed. Carter, likewise hermetically sealed to Peri's cunt, relished her tremulous flood without breaking contact.
When the storms finally subsided Carter smacked Peri's bottom and said with a small laugh, "That was a nice breakfast, how about going into the kitchen and making us coffee, please?"
"Right away!" Peri agreed, happily. She got off the bed, found her kimono on the floor, pulled it around her teddy and left. Carter got up, too, reclaimed his sweatsuit, slipped on his moccasins and walked around the bed to the other end table. Picking up the phone he dialed the Counseling Center. When Ms. Cohen's voice finished telling him the office was closed for another hour and a half, the voicemail clicked and he said, " Good Morning, Rita, this is Dr. Carter. PRESTO! Ms. Halstead was a no-show yesterday, please delete her from my calendar and forget you ever saw her. PRESTO! I am going to work from home today and then head out for the long week-end. I'll see you Tuesday. Have a great and safe Labor Day!." Carter re-cradled the receiver, rubbed his palms together and walked out of the bedroom with a self-satisfied smirk.
Peri glanced up as Carter walked into the kitchen. "Coffee's 5 minutes away. Here's some OJ I found in the fridge. You want me to make toast, or anything else?" she asked, cheerily.
"No, Sweetie," Carter said, "Seriously, I am not a 'Big Breakfast'
kind of guy. Coffee and juice will do nicely." He stepped forward and slipped his hands inside the folds of her kimono and wrapped Peri in a warm hug, rubbing the satin teddy in small circles around her back. She sighed and relaxed in his arms. Dropping her hands to his buttocks, she squeezed and rubbed him through his sweatpants.
"OK, Uncle," she whispered into his neck. "What's the plan for today?"
"That's a good question, my pet," he replied. "Those old clothes of yours will hardly do. I have a couple of things you can wear but we really need to go shopping. Do you like to shop for clothes?" Carter inquired.
"That's sounds like a really fun idea, Uncle!" She let go of his ass and stood on tiptoe and kissed him quickly. "What's not to like when I am with you!" she countered.
Carter just grinned and said, "Good. We'll make that a priority on our agenda. Right now, come with me and let's see what's on hand, eh?" Peri followed him back to the master bedroom walk-in closet.
Opening drawers in a highboy, Carter pulled out a pair of basic white briefs, a 35C soft-cup white bra, a checked blue plaid flannel man's shirt and a pair of Gloria Vanderbilt jeans. Handing them to the girl, he said, "Try these on. I think they will fit but let's see."
Peri pulled on the underwear and squeezed into the jeans. These were a little tight across the seat but Carter didn't object and, after she wiggled her ass around a little, they stretched and felt OK to her, too. The shirt hung a bit long and was loose enough that it minimized, without denying, her breasts. "That looks great, Peri," Carter complimented her. "Find a pair of slingbacks that fit, if you can, and we'll be set." Checking his watch, he continued, "I have to make a phone call. Come out to the living room when you are ready."
