The Fourth of July
Anticipation
Sally couldn't sleep. She looked over at the clock, "3:17" stared back at her in glowing red numbers. The last time she looked it had said "2:53." What an interminable night. She writhed around under the covers and turned on her other side in thought and anticipation.
Her thoughts were filled with only one thing, Kyle Peterson. Tomorrow, no! now at least it was today. TODAY! She smiled. Today she would be going with Kyle -- Kyle Peterson, a widower, and his three kids to celebrate the fourth of July. It had been two weeks since she saw him last and every day she had thought of him. She had thought of him when she and Sarah had fucked that virgin guy whose name she couldn't even remember right now. She'd thought of him when she was sitting at the strip club watching Sarah dance. For God's sake she had even thought of him when she was fucking Sarah's Dad.
What was really weird was that she wasn't thinking of his penis or fucking him! Sally was a nymphomaniac and a phallophile, she was obsessed with fucking guys and with their penises but with Kyle it wasn't his cock or his fucking that filled her mind. Instead she thought of just being in his arms, of talking with him and, strangest of all, of his kids.
The seven year old boy, Jared, who just wanted to do things without being held back by his younger sisters. Sally had provided him the ability to go on water-slides that his father was reluctant to allow him on alone. He liked having someone to take him on the slides or to watch his sisters when he did things with his dad.
The two year old, "Charlette, I'm two, one week ago," just getting her walking legs and using the same self address even though her birthday had been several months ago. Sally didn't know why but "Charli" had taken a real liking to her, going to her even in preference to her namesake grandmother.
And then there was Holly, his precocious five year old. Holly who noticed everything. She had noticed her father's hardening cock, and worried that it was "swollen". She had spilled everything about Sally and Kyle's sleeping together to her grandmother. She smiled as she replayed Holly's voice in her mind, "
Daddy let her sleep in his bed with him 'cause he's so nice. She didn't have any pajamas and had to sleep naked
."
"3:34" the clock said. Kyle was picking her up here, at her house. Her parents had ultimately accepted that she was having sex with guys in high school but were now having trouble with the fact that she was having sex with older men. Her dad kept bringing up the fact that Kyle was twice as old as she was. She corrected him, "Not quite," (Kyle was 35, she 18) knowing it was a distinction without a difference. Kyle had met her parents but it was awkward. Her dad definitely liked him, but had trouble accepting him as his daughter's lover. She knew he'd have the kids along this time. "I wonder how that will go?" she said aloud to herself.
"3:57." She thought of her best friend, Sarah, and her constant reminder, "They're not your kids." Was she getting too serious about Kyle. Was there any validity in Kyle's mother-in-law's concerns about the kids getting attached to her and then her leaving. She knew that she would be leaving for Stanford. No way she would be marrying Kyle. Certainly not now, probably not ever. She liked the kids and didn't want to hurt them. She mentally reviewed the trio once more.
"4:20." Would this night ever end? and the morning come, bringing Kyle with it? Kyle, god it was wonderful being in his arms, he seemed so caring and soft and loving. And she did like his three kids, Jared, seven, Charlette, two, and then there was Holly the precocious five year old ...
Finally, dawn began to break and the first glimmers of daylight filtered through the window. Sally was relieved at this first hint that the night was over. But she was tired from lack of sleep. Now she worried that she'd fall asleep during the day. Maybe she'd be too tired for sex with Kyle tonight.
Finally, she began to think of sex with Kyle. She cupped her hands over her breasts and imagined they were Kyle's hands. She gently caressed her nipples and felt them harden and enlarge imagining that it was Kyle caressing them. She moved her hands over her abdomen and along her sides. She massaged her thighs and her butt. Then she moved her hand to her crotch and squeezed and rubbed her labia, all the time imagining it was Kyle.
Then she began rubbing her clit with one hand and inserting the fingers of her other hand into her vagina. She tried imagining that Kyle was fucking her but that was impossible. Her fingers were a poor substitute for an actual cock. And, if Kyle were actually fucking her his arms would be around her, hands touching her body, and his lips would be kissing her everywhere and especially on her lips with his tongue exploring her mouth and her tongue exploring his. There was no way she could imagine that effectively. It had to be Kyle. She could have continued masturbating and brought herself off but she wanted Kyle. There was no substitute.
Preparation
"5:00", ... "6:00" She felt like getting up but knew it would be just as bad , if not worse, sitting up and waiting for him to ring the doorbell.
"7:00" ... "7:47" She heard her mother moving around.
She got up, took off her pajamas and wandered naked and absent-minded to the bathroom. She showered and dried off, doing her best to get her hair under control. She picked up the packet of birth control pills and took one. Only two had been used. Just the other day she had reached the inactive pills in the packet for the previous month. No way was she going to let Aunt Flow interfere with her weekend with Kyle so she had just started a new packet. No period for three more weeks!
She walked into the hallway to return to her room.
Her mother was coming out of her bedroom, "Sally!"
"What Mom?"
"Sally, please don't be running around naked. At least cover yourself with a towel."
"Oh, Mom."
"Sally, what if your father or brother came out while you're walking around in the altogether."
"Oh, Mom, so what?"
Her mother shrugged in exasperation. "just be covered up when you're walking around the house!"
As her mother went downstairs Sally slowly sauntered to her room hoping her 14 year old brother might come out and get an eyeful. She'd love to see the expression on his face. As luck would have it, she got to her room without incident.
She selected her most conservative bathing suit for the water-park -- a blue one piece. It was somewhat form fitting, though she had little form and any suit that wasn't baggy on her tended to ride up at her crotch making her ample labia obvious. At least this one didn't make a camel-toe. It was also flat across her chest like it was intended for a pre-pubescent girl. So it fit her well and it showed off her huge nipples if they hardened.
She pulled on a plain white T and denim shorts for the drive to the water-park.
Then she threw a couple changes of clothes and a pair of pajamas she hoped not to wear into her sports bag. She grabbed a pair of jeans, another T, a light jacket, and a pair of sneakers to wear after the water-park.
She remembered to grab some underwear and toiletries and threw them into the sports bag. Then she went downstairs. Her mother had cooked some oatmeal and Sally made herself a couple of slices of toast.
The simple breakfast took no time at all so she went upstairs to her bedroom, sat on her bed and waited. ... And waited. ... And waited. ...
The doorbell rang and she listened before zipping her bag closed and lifting it to head downstairs.
Arrival
Sally's mother answered the door and a familiar voice asked, "Are you Sally's mommy?"
"Yes I am. You must be Holly."
"Yes I am." the voice imitated Sally's mother's phrasing. "This is my daddy."
"We've met. Hello, Kyle. Your daughter is as adorable as Sally said."
"She's definitely a character," Kyle answered.
Holly interrupted with what had been uppermost on her mind since they had left home, "Can Sally sleep over at our house tonight?"
Sally's mother was briefly taken aback by the question. Kyle blushed.
Sally's mother answered, "It's not really up to me."
Holly knew how play dates and sleepovers worked, "It's okay with my daddy. Isn't it, Daddy?"
Still blushing and now very embarrassed, Kyle mumbled, "Yes, yes it is."
"Okay?" Holly asked, seeking confirmation. "we'll have lot's of fun."
Sally's mother repeated, "It's not really up to me."
Holly decided there could be only one other person who would be in charge of Sally's sleepovers, "Is Sally's daddy home?"