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This is the sixth in my “(insert holiday name) Birthday” series. The first five are “Valentine Birthday”, “Easter Birthday”, “Double Birthday”, “4th of July Birthday” and “Betty Boop Birthday.” Readers have asked me to expand the series. In this episode, his daughter’s friend Sally has a gift for Mr. Marcus, and it isn’t even his birthday. Oh, those toppings!
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“Honey, would you please pick up Anna? She’s at Sally’s house. I have a meeting tonight.”
Sally was my Fourth of July sexual encounter. I breathed a sigh of relief that we were past her birthday.
“Sure.”
The drive only took a few minutes. I wondered if there was anything for dinner, with my wife running off again. Sally’s mom met me at the door.
“The girls are downstairs, playing on the computer. You know, Mr. Marcus, I think Sally has a crush on you. She talks about you all the time.”
Great! I’m dead meat if Sally’s folks find out what we’ve done.
“And now I can see why,” she continued.
She shifted her weight from one leg to the other, throwing her hip under her short skirt and peering at me through half-closed eyes. I didn’t need this added complication.
“I’ll just go down and get Anna.”
Anna was dressed in street clothes. Sally and another girl I’d never met were in short nightgowns.
“Hi Daddy.” Anna greeted me with a big hug.
“Oh, hi Mr. Marcus. Nice to see you.” Sally repeated Anna’s hug greeting, pressing herself tight against me. When she was done, she introduced the stranger. ”This is Ruthie, a friend of mine. She’s staying for a sleepover.”
Ruthie was much smaller and shorter than the maturing Sally. She looked four or five years younger.
“Too bad Anna has to go home.”
“Mother’s orders.” I didn’t want to leave any doubt that Anna was going home. Sally couldn’t argue with someone who wasn’t present.
Sally’s mom came down the stairs. I got a nice view of her legs.
“I just got a call and I have to go out. Ruthie, I’m afraid I’m going to have to take you home.”
“Why, Mom? We can stay here by ourselves.”
“Because I promised Ruthie’s parents you’d be supervised, that’s why. Now go get dressed. I’ll have just enough time to drop you off.”
Sally looked at me with wide eyes and a hungry smile.
“I’ve got it, Mom. You can drop Anna at home and Mr. Marcus can stay and supervise us.”
Her mom looked at me, then came over and stood close. “Would you do that? The girls have been looking forward to this sleepover for weeks. I’d feel safe if you were watching them,” she whispered.
“Sure he will, won’t you, Dad?” said Anna.
“Oh, okay. I’ll sit upstairs and watch TV while you play down here. How’s that?” The distance was necessary to keep me out of further trouble.
“That will be fine. Thank you, Mr. Marcus. I owe you one. Come on, Anna. Gather your things and let’s go.”
I stood in silence, looking at Sally and Ruthie in their nightgowns. Sally was smiling. Ruthie looked back and forth at the two of us with a puzzled expression. No one said a word. As I heard the garage door close, I started up the stairs.
“Stay down here with us, Mr. Marcus. They’re all reruns anyway. I was just going to show Ruthie how to use the computer. Her folks won’t buy her one.”
I took a folding chair and set it up at a distance from the computer table. Sally was trying to demonstrate how to use a mouse, not an easy thing to do with only verbal instruction.
“Mr. Marcus, could you help us? You know a lot about computers, right?”
“Yes, Sally, I do.”
“So could you show Ruthie how to use the mouse? I can’t seem to explain it right.”
“That’s because it’s better demonstrated than explained. Here, I’ll show you.”
I pulled my chair to the right of Ruthie. We were both righties, and it was impossible for me to reach across my body and guide her right hand on the mouse. I tried my left hand but the motion was spastic.
“Sit on the other side,” suggested Sally.
I moved to the left, my right arm crossing in front of Ruthie’s body. As we moved the mouse together, my arm rubbed against Ruthie’s chest, massaging her small breasts. Was she leaning into my arm intentionally?
“That doesn’t look very comfortable. I know! Ruthie, stand up.” She did as ordered. “Mr. Marcus, take a seat at the computer.” I sat in the swivel chair Ruthie had warmed. “Now, Ruthie, sit in Mr. Marcus’s lap.”
“Are you sure this is okay?” Ruthie balked at the suggestion.
“Sure it is.” Ruthie sat on my lap, legs outside of mine. I placed my hand gently on hers on the mouse. It glided easily.
“Isn’t that much better? You guys go ahead, I’m going to get dessert.”
Our hands guided the mouse to open files, move files, launch applications and such. When we got to scrolling with a slider, I explained how you move the mouse up and down until you find what you’re looking for. Ruthie moved her body up and back on my lap as we moved the slider.
“Like this?” she asked.
A small, firm teenage butt was massaging my penis.
“Yes, that’s right.”
The lights in the room went out. Only the computer monitor illuminated us.
Sally walked in carrying a tray full of stuff. One of the bowls had a single lit candle sticking up. My penis was doing the same thing under Ruthie’s posterior.
“Happy birthday to you, Happy birthday to you, Happy birthday dear Ruthie, Happy birthday to you.”
Ruthie’s birthday? Now Sally’s intentions were clear, but I was determined to have no part of sex with an underage girl.
“Here you go. Birthday ice cream for the birthday girl.”
“Yeah, real happy. I look so young; I couldn’t get anyone to come to my party. Even Anna couldn’t stay. Great eighteenth birthday I’m having!”
Ruthie did not look eighteen, but who was I to argue.
“I apologize, Ruthie. If I had known how much this meant to you, I would have tried harder to get Anna permission to stay.”
“Gee, you’re nice, Mr. Marcus, just like Sally said.”
How much had Sally told Ruthie about me?
Instead of handing Ruthie the bowl of ice cream, Sally flipped it to her. Ruthie juggled the flying container unsuccessfully. The bowl landed against her chest, soiling the front of her nightgown.
“Ewwww. Sally, look what you did!”
Sally was too busy putting down the tray and opening a squeeze bottle of chocolate syrup.
“How about some toppings?” asked Sally. Without waiting for a response, Sally pointed the open bottle at Ruthie and pressed hard. A stream of gooey black liquid flew through the air, adding to the mess on Ruthie’s nightwear.
