Exhausted from the lack of sleep Claire hoped the coffee would give her a shot of wakefulness. She heard a door open, not sure whether it was Stacy's or Lance's, but the heavy steps down the stairs told her it was Lance. He came into the kitchen wearing a light blue button-down shirt, dark blue Dockers and Sperry topsiders. Captivated by his good looks she felt a stirring in the places that were already on fire from her zealous rubbing.
Claire was dressed the way she would ordinarily be if I hadn't been in the house; I found her sexy no matter what she was wearing and was pleased to see she wasn't dressed. Her robe was open at the top showing, under her t-shirt, that her breasts were more substantial than I had originally imagined.
She said good morning and I returned her greeting. The look she gave me was one of confusion. But when I saw her knotted nipple raising a bump on the thin cotton fabric of her exposed t-shirt I thought she was attracted to me, or, at least she was excited to have a man in the house. Considering the length of time her man had been gone I understood her need for a man's attention. "Would you like some coffee?" she asked.
Although sorry that my stares made her uncomfortable I was acting no more sophisticated than a teenager, my penis was fully erect. Capturing the rogue erection between my legs, I answered, "I would love some Claire."
"I'm sorry," she said, putting her hand to her hair, "I'm a wreck in the mornings." She laughed nervously adding, "But you may as well get used to it."
She poured a cup for me. "Cream, sugar?"
Neither of us heard Stacy come into the room. She was dressed just in a t-shirt. I was taken aback thinking, if she raises her arms I'll see the bottom her pussy. Claire's angry command startled me.
"Get back upstairs Young lady and put a robe on ...NOW!" Stacy turned and ran upstairs. Looking at me, Claire blushed and said,"I'm sorry Lance, we're not at all modest when it's just the two of us."
I was pleased at how Claire, acting like a responsible mother, had admonished her daughter's inappropriate dress. But I couldn't miss Stacy's reaction as she headed for the stairs. She knew her mother wasn't looking but knew I was and flipped the back of her t-shirt at her mother. All I could think was, nice ass. In self-defense I sat at the table where I didn't have to worry about my erection showing. It would have been one thing for Claire to notice it when I was talking with her, but with her daughter she, understandably, might have wanted to throw me out on my ear.
"We usually eat cereal or bagels in the morning Lance. You're welcome to what we have," she said, before telling me that she needed to take a shower and get ready for work. As she passed Stacy who was coming back into the kitchen wearing a bathrobe she said, "Don't be too much of a pest. Lance has work to do and you need to get dressed for school."
I was glancing at the paper, trying to ignore her. But the little tart was at it again and I wondered how far she was going to go. She poured her coffee, put it on the table then dropped her spoon on the floor. As she stooped to pick it up I could see that she had nothing on beneath her robe. Her rounded breasts sagged forward and her robe came apart enough for me to see her nipples. She didn't look up but I knew she knew I was looking by the way she kept fumbling with the spoon on the floor. I felt like such a sleaze staring at a high school girl like this. But what she had to show was pretty spectacular and, for the moment, I had forgotten about her mother.
Stacy had left the kitchen about ten minutes before I went back to my room. When I opened the door I was surprised that she was standing in front of the desk looking at my laptop. Just as I walked through the door she punched the power button and the screen went black. The look on her face as she brushed past me was a mixture of guilt and provocation. Grabbing her arm I said, "Ya know young lady, this is MY room...my private place. What would your mother think if she knew you were snooping like this?"
She was defiant, holding my gaze with a smirk. Puffing up her chest, as if to remind me of what I had seen in the kitchen, and said, "What do you think she would say if she knew that you left your computer on with a nasty picture like that?"
Stacy was wise for a high school student. The fact that she was a year older than her classmates made her more aware. She had sensed the look on Lance's face when she saw the porn magazine in the trunk of his Porsche last night. He seemed appropriately embarrassed but, at the same time, the look he had given her was that of a challenge. The fact that he had left the picture on the screen on his laptop was for her to look at. She had shown him enough of her breasts in the kitchen to show him that she was more woman than girl and sensed his arousal at her defiance. He was taking the hook and thought if she played her cards right she could have sex with him. She knew that they were going to. If he didn't make the move she would make do it. As he released her arm she smiled coyly and wiggled to her room.
You little bitch, I thought, I'd better password protect that goddamned thing. But I knew I wouldn't. I wanted her to see everything I had on there. I was really excited and thought again, you sleazy son of a bitch.
Leaving her door open more than a crack she took off her robe and t-shirt, stood naked in front of her dresser and pulled out a red thong. She held it up in front of the mirror and stretched it, hoping Lance would see her through the crack in the door. Hearing his door open she waited a few seconds then bent down and put her legs through the thong and pulled it up and wiggled her ass. She heard her mother call from downstairs:
"I'm running late Stacy. You'd better hurry up or you'll have to walk to school."
If I play my cards right, she thought, maybe Lance will give me a ride to school in his hot little car. "That's ok mom, I'll walk." Looking at her door she saw movement then heard Lance's bedroom door quietly being pushed shut.
Feeling like a thirteen year old boy caught peeping I went to my room, packed up my laptop, picked up my briefcase and went downstairs. Claire had stopped at the door as if waiting for me. "If you don't have plans for dinner tonight," she said, "I'll stop by the store and pick up some steaks. You're more than welcome to join us for dinner." She seemed to be fishing for my approval on her wardrobe. I held my gaze a little long and she blushed. "I almost forgot; here's a key to the house. I have to run now."
Just as I was heading out the door Stacy pranced down the stairs and asked "Could you give me a ride to school Lance?" I knew better than to tempt fate but couldn't resist. Besides, I thought, what can happen between here and school?
"Wow. This is a cool car," Stacy said sitting down in the seat. I bet you attract a lot of women with it." She looked at me, put her hand on the knob of the stick shift and licked her lips. Closing her fingers on the knob she ran them up and down the shaft then folded her hands demurely in her lap and smiled.
Uncomfortable with her cool show I cleared my throat and said, "Women do seem to like the car." I was more excited than I should have been.
She struggled with her seatbelt turning slightly toward me in the seat, her mini-skirt riding up high on her thighs, exposing her red panties. It was a weak charade but I reached over and helped her with it. My face was only 2 feet away from her panties which were visible under the skirt and I could see that her nipples were knotted beneath her thin tank top.
She wondered if Peter's cock was as big as the man's in the picture, wondered what it would feel like in her mouth and wondered if he would last longer than her boyfriend. Then, she thought of what her mother would do if she knew what she was planning.
"Do you think I'm pretty Lance?"
She was in between that twilight zone of puberty and womanhood and I was sure she had some idea of what sex was about. I spoke with her as I drove. "You're a very pretty girl Stacy. I' think you probably have broken a few hearts." I stopped the car in front of the school.
As she was getting out of the car she felt her wet labia part. In her mind it sounded like a whip crack. "I liked the picture on your computer Lance," she said leaning her head back into the car.
I felt so strange, so enrapt by her mother but unable to keep my mind off the possibilities this gorgeous young girl offered. "I know," I said. She hesitated, her hands resting on the top of the car, her eyes holding mine, her rounded breasts pushing against her net bra, her nipples poking bumps in her tank top.
