It was Jaime's cell phone! Every muscle in his body immediately tightened up, as Jaime jumped in fright. The phone was on the table and she quickly re-adjusted her top and sat up in the easy chair to reach for it. Jay, petrified at this point took a deep breath and closed his eyes, he knew that feigning sleep might be his only chance to get out of the tight spot he suddenly found himself in.
Jay had been laying quietly in the shadows on the loveseat. His daughter had just put on one hell of a show, masturbating herself to a huge orgasm. He had entered the house they shared while she was sleeping in the living room. And she had woken up just five minutes before and played with her young body while watching music videos on Black Entertainment Television.
Jaime flipped open the phone, took a peek at the display and muttered "oh shit" under her breath. Leaning forward in the chair with a deep breath, she hit the talk button and answered in a sleepy voice, "Hey Ashley, what's going on?" Jay was close enough that he could hear a loud voice from the other end of the phone. And it was clear from her daughter's body language that something was going on. "Wait, no, Ash, listen..." was all that Jaime could get in as the voice on the other end continued loudly through the earpiece. "Fuck Antoine? I didn't fuck him!" Jaime exclaimed in protest as she was quickly cut off again.
Jay knew that last statement was a lie. He had seen Jaime less than a week ago fuck Antoine right in her own bedroom. And quickly piecing what he could hear together, it seemed that the girl on the other end of the phone had found out and was less than pleased. "Ashley, look, please, you gotta listen girl. I'm telling you that's not true and whoever told you that is lying." Jaime stood up quickly and moved straight ahead to the window. She had a habit of doing that since she had been a small child, always talking on the phone and staring off through a window.
Jay considered making a break for it, but he knew that in his daughter's state she'd definitely hear him. Cracking his eyes open just a bit, Jay could see the clock on the VCR said 12:55. He had only been in the room for about ten minutes, but by now it seemed like hours. Jaime was nervously tugging at her tight cotton shorts as she desperately tried to get a word in edgewise. Excuses and denials continued to pour out but it was clear that whoever Jaime was talking to wasn't buying a word.
From his vantage point he was afforded a wonderful eye level view of his daughter's muscular legs and her perfectly round backside. But right now, ogling her body was the last thing on his mind as he was trying to figure out what to do. Pretend to be sleeping? That might work and right now it was his only chance. Although, the ringing phone and the conversation going on right now would have woken anyone.
His dilemma was solved for him less than a minute later. Jay could now hear the voice on the other end screaming, and Jaime hung her head and ran her fingers through her thick blonde hair. "Now?" Was all she got out in between bursts of yelling from the phone. "But it's one o'clock in the freaking morning Ash, can't we just talk tomorrow? I'm sure that this is all a big misunderstanding, and my Dad will be home soon. I don't want him to hear all this fighting." The beaten sigh that emenated from the other side of the living room made it clear that Jaime had lost the argument. "Okay, okay," she muttered, "ten minutes, I'll be here." That was the end of the conversation, as Jaime snapped the phone shut.
Quickly turning, she went directly out of the living room into the hallway and started up the steps. With a huge sigh of relief, Jay watched his daughter's legs go up the stairs and then he quietly and quickly slipped to the bottom of the stairs. He couldn't go up now, and he didn't want Jaime to know he was home. Whatever was going on he didn't want to add to her stress at this moment, and he didn't want her to think he had been in the house while she had gotten off in the living room.
Jay tiptoed into the dining room, which was situated behind the living room. Neither of them actually walked into or through this room except on the rare occasions they ate there. He knew he could sit quietly in a corner chair and not be seen or heard from the living room or the kitchen. His mind was still reeling from what he had seen just moments ago. Even though he had just gotten laid less than an hour ago, watching her masturbate in the darkened living room had his senses raging yet again. His cock was now rock hard again as he visualized every move and sound she had made.
Ten minutes turned to fifteen, and he could hear Jaime moving around upstairs hurriedly. He had no idea who Ashley was but he could only imagine that she was the girlfriend or supposed girlfriend of the young black stud Jaime had brought home the previous week. As he heard a car pulling up in front of the house, Jaime came bouncing down the steps. She had the door open in a flash and he could hear some tense conversation from the entryway.
"What the, why are they here?" Jaime stammered. "Shut up, and fucking let us in," he heard a female voice demand, "I know all about it, Antoine told me about two hours ago, so don't even try to fucking deny it!" Some shuffling in the doorway ensued and he heard footsteps on the hallway floor. "You two sit down in here, Jaime and I are going to have a little fucking talk now." A few more moments passed and Jay heard footsteps in the living room over the din of the television. Jaime and the girl in the hall exchanged a few more words and then he could make out the sound of footsteps on the stairs yet again. Some nervous laughter erupted from the living room, obviously two boys she had brought along.
