Katie-Anne promised to come over after school today. I hope she keeps her promise. That girl is a dream come true. Dave's acting all surprised and grateful that I got up to make him breakfast.
"Baby, you haven't fixed my breakfast for me for five years. Seems like our little ménage et trois made a difference huh?"
The slimy jackass kisses me with his eyes closed. Like it's our honeymoon or something. He should get an Oscar. Would that whale that you're banging on the side get up in the morning to fix your breakfast? He's out the door and gone. I got up an hour early to watch Katie-Anne leave for school.....
She has that lovely red hair in a cute little schoolgirl ponytail. She's eighteen going-on-twelve. She has a huge pair of baggy black pants on, like they wear in those rock videos. Her midriff is bared under a little white work shirt that is tied into a knot over her belly button. I can see the black bra underneath the shirt from here. Her sun bed tan is delicious. She looks so perfect and sexy that for a minute I think about dragging her in here now and just
taking her
. I can't though. I have a little something special planned for our meeting later.....
I cannot believe this. Katie-Anne is back from school. Its four o-clock. She should be over here right now pleasuring me, but no. She's out the front of her house talking to a whole bunch of boys, who are messing around on their skateboards. They must have walked home with her. They all have those huge pants. A skateboard on asphalt is the most annoying sound in the whole damned world....
Its five already. They're still prattling away out there; the boys are all competing for her attention. Dave gets home at six. I will not share Katie-Anne with that fucker again. I want her little body all to myself. I want her beautiful face between my legs right now. If Dave comes in and finds us fucking with him not invited..... It may end up on his attorney's file, just in case things end up getting screwy. It is vitally important that that son-of-a-bitch doesn't catch us. That means she has to stop talking to those boys, get over here, give me the orgasm I've been thinking about all day and all night, then get out, or at least get dressed, all by six o-clock. Or maybe she isn't coming. Maybe she didn't mean it. I really hope she does come over. Like I said, I have something special waiting in the top drawer of my bedside cabinet. I'm looking at her through the window. Really, you can see why all these boys are so wrapped with her. She looks utterly beautiful. Mesmerising. Probably the hottest girl in school, but so inexplicably sweet and innocent at the same time. I have to look away. I have stuff to do. If she doesn't come over its her loss...
The doorbell just went. It's going to be real close. Katie-Anne comes through the door. Thank God. She's looking all bashful and nervous. Is she shaking? Oh my God!
"Hello Mrs. Morri-" Ok. I now have my tongue in Katie-Anne's mouth. My left hand is squeezing her ass. Hard. My right hand is gently cupping her vagina through her pants. Katie-Anne starts off rigid and frightened, but now she's relaxed. She's kissing me back. Her arms are around my neck. Life is good....
Katie-Anne is so sweetly exquisite; I know that if I don't move things on real fast we'll still be smooching away like this in forty minutes when Dave walks through the door. That can't happen. I break away. I take her hand and I'm leading her up the stairs. Katie-Anne doesn't even bother to talk. I don't look in her eyes. Time is a factor. We're in the bedroom....
I kiss her again. Briefly. Now I'm looking straight into her eyes.
"Katie-Anne. I am so glad you came over you would not believe. Dave will be back here in forty minutes and I'm not gonna share you with that fucker. You're mine." Katie-Anne is a little shocked, maybe even a little frightened by this whole scene. She must have some faith in me though, because she's with the programme. I'm getting really excited about what's coming. I'm still looking in her eye.
"Katie-Anne, you are flawless. You're perfect. You are so incredibly sexy I have been thinking about having sex with you again ever since you shut the door last night. Now you're going to lick my pussy"
The tension and speed has gotten to her. It's not shyness like last night; she's a little scared!
"Ok Mrs Morrison, but I don't-"
