I briefly considered grabbing a robe out of Jenny's closet, but why bother? I was wearing a t-shirt for a nightgown that ended at mid-thigh. I wasn't exactly indecent. The only other person in the house was Jenny's Dad and he was surely asleep by now. I was just going to grab a drink of water anyway. It was way too hot for a robe.
Jenny had just started college this fall and was home for Thanksgiving break. We were spending the night at her house catching up. I hadn't been able to afford to go to college so I was looking for a job.
I felt my way down the stairs in the dim light from the nightlight along the base of the wall, and tried to picture the layout of the floor as I felt my way through the dining room into the kitchen.
"Now, what are you doing wandering around in the middle of the night young lady?"
I must have jumped a mile at the deep, rough voice. A dry laugh floated in the hot night air. He was sitting in the dark, just the glow of his cigarette visible at first.
"Join me," he commanded. There was no denying that voice. I figured it came from being a cop. I also wasn't predisposed to saying no. My Catholic school upbringing had made sure of that.
I walked over and sat down at the kitchen table in the chair next to his. As my eyes became accustomed to the low light, I realized that he wasn't wearing a shirt. He was a big man, at least 6'2" and broad shouldered. I bit my lip, wishing I could reach out and touch his chest. I could just make out that there was a tattoo on his shoulder but I couldn't see what it was in the dim light from the street lamp coming in the kitchen window.
He crushed out his cigarette and took a drink from the glass. The sharp tang of alcohol reached me. I fidgeted. Was he drunk?
He set the glass back on the table then leaned over and slid his fingers up my knee to my thigh, just shy of my nightie hem. I breathed in quickly but made no protest. Then his fingers dipped under the hem and went back down to my knee. I shivered. I wanted to do something but I didn't know what so I just watched. He traced the same pattern, up my thigh, under the hem of my nightie, going further each time before backing out.
He took hold of my hand and tugged. I went willingly to my feet as he pulled me over to sit on his lap.
He wrapped his right arm around my back to support me as his big, rough left hand slid up under the hem of my nightie and back down to my knee again and again, caressing my leg and thigh.
"I bet the young men have all been sniffing around you, haven't they?"
I shook my head shyly. A stinging slap landed on my thigh.
"Whatever I tell you to do or ask you a question, you will reply yes sir or no sir. Now, have the young men been sniffing around your juicy little cunt?"
"No, sir."
"No? What a waste. A juicy young thing like you, so delicious and willing."
As if to prove his point, his left hand pushed my thighs apart and his fingertips teased my young pussy through the crotch of my cotton panties. I'd only been out on a few dates and none of the boys had tried anything like this. They'd been content to kiss and grope my breasts. None of them had inspired the wild beating of my heart like he did either.
I felt his fingertip push the panty crotch aside and slide along my slit.
"Mmmm, already wet. I think we're going to have fun, aren't we Nicky?"
"Yes, sir." I sighed.
The feel of his rough finger on my clit was thrilling but a little scary too. I loved how hard and powerful his arm felt around me. He could do anything he wanted to me, whether I wanted him to or not. But I wanted him to do everything he did that night.
I felt his finger probe further down my slit, slipping between my lips, pushing further and further until it started to get uncomfortable. I was so tight yet that I couldn't even wear a tampon without it hurting.
I heard him chuckle again. "Oh yeah, you've been a good girl. You'll be my girl tonight."
"Yes, sir."
I liked the sound of that. I wanted to be his girl. He leaned in and pressed his lips to mine. I sighed as he licked my lower lip then yelped as he bit it. He pulled his finger back out and raised it to my lips, rubbing it along my lower lip.
"Lick that off." I opened my mouth obediently and he pushed the finger in. "Now, suck it, suck it hard like a naughty little girl."
"Yes, sir."
I sucked my own tangy juices off his big, thick finger until he pulled it back out of my mouth.
"That's right. Yeah, I could tell you were a naughty girl, you've just been fooling everybody with your good girl act. I'm going to teach you tonight what a naughty girl you really are."
