I didn't see Katie for a week. Part of me was hoping she had decided to move on and not pursue things with me but the other half of me dearly wanted our tryst to continue. I thought about her a lot, almost obsessively at first. I wondered how far she wanted me to take things, how much she really wanted to learn. Young people frequently say they want to know everything when the truth is they really only want to know a few things that pique their interest. So I decided that if Katie wanted to continue we would but slowly. I should know better than to plan things like that.
It was just a little over a week later when I was home alone that Katie came by. "Hi Katie," I said when I opened my front door and saw her standing there, "Emily's not here now and I don't expect her back until late." Katie was wearing jeans and a button down blouse and had her hair back in a pony tail. Even dressed down she looked hot. The blouse she was wearing was a pale blue and her bra underneath was a dark blue making it visible through the blouse.
"That's okay Mr. O, I really wanted to talk to you about you know what." Katie said very happily. Without my doing anything she walked past me and into the house. Katie's high comfort level at my house had long been very high so her doing that didn't surprise me. Sometimes it seemed to be as much her home as mine or my daughters. Katie was good about it too. Without anyone asking she'd wash dishes, vacuum rooms and even did the laundry one time.
Katie made her way to the living room and flopped down in one of the chairs. "So what is it you wanted to talk about?" I asked.
"Well you know," Katie said blushing just a bit and being a little shy and evasive. "I told you I wanted to learn everything about it and I do."
"Katie, I'm not sure this is such a good idea." I couldn't believe I had just said those words as I looked at and longed after Katie's beautiful body. Why was I acting so responsible at that moment? "I'm the father of your best friend. Hell, I could be your father."
"Ooooo, incest," Katie chirped, "kinky!"
I rolled my eyes and asked her, "What do you know about incest and being kinky?"
"Well," she said drawing out the word, "not much but I'd like to learn."
"Well, you can learn everything you need to know about incest on the Internet and as for kinky, well, what do you think is kinky?"
I decided to wait for her answer. I didn't want to prod her at all but rather wanted to see exactly what she was thinking, where her mind was at. The silence lasted a good minute or so before she said, "Well, you know, stuff, like s and m and kinky stuff, you know."
"S and m? Katie, that's some pretty harsh stuff. Are you sure you don't mean b and d?" I saw a confused look come over her face quickly. "Okay," I said and took a breath, "s and m is sadist and masochism. A sadist likes inflicting pain and a masochist likes to be the recipient. B and d is bondage and domination which I think is pretty self explanatory and I would guess that's what you were thinking of, is it?"
"Well, yeah, I guess," she responded.
So I explained in some detail what b and d is and then suggested she read the Ann Rice book "Beauty Captured" to get an even better idea. "I don't think you're ready for such things honey and besides, I'm not ready to anything like that with you okay?" Katie nodded silently and then I said, "Oh, I got the pictures back we took last time, wanna see them?"
"Well of course silly!"
I had left the pictures sitting in a hutch in the kitchen which was just a couple of steps away. I sat back down on the sofa in the living room and indicated to Katie that she sit next to me. It seemed like she bounced out of her chair and beside me. She threw an arm around me and laid her head on my shoulder as I took the pictures out of the pouch.
As we went through them Katie made some cooing sounds when she saw the ones of her with her bikini strap off her shoulder and then the top off altogether. When I got to the second pouch that had pictures of her on the bed with her legs spread I asked, "Are you sure you want to send these to Rick? Hell, who are you going to say took these pictures?"
"Oh, I hadn't thought of that." Katie said when that reality settled upon her. "I dunno, what do you think?"
"Katie, you can't tell him I took them."
"Yeah, I guess not. Let me think about it." Katie returned her gaze to the picture of her spread out on the bed and seemed to be almost transfixed by the picture. "Wow, that's really me isn't it? Pretty hot huh?" She giggled as she looked back to me.
