After I had cleaned myself up as well as possible, I went back into the living room. I heard the door to Emily's bedroom open and heard her enter the bathroom and turn on the shower. When I was sure she had gotten in, I eased down the hallway and into her room.
It was a typical teenage girl's room. Pictures of guys adorned the walls. A bulletin board with what seemed like hundreds of pictures of her and her friends were tacked to it. I approached her chest of drawers and opened the top one. She had a few folded shirts in that one. The middle drawer held some other garments like gloves, scarves, and other accessories. The bottom drawer had a lot of notebooks, papers, and several cloth items stuffed into the back corner. I removed what turned out to be a wadded up t-shirt revealing a plastic zip-lock bag. Pulling the bag out, I saw what appeared to be at least an ounce of marijuana.
Smiling, I put the bag in my pocket and closed the drawer. I was sitting on the couch when Emily emerged from the bathroom—a towel wrapped around her body barely making it to mid-thigh and a towel wrapped around her hair.
I stood and said, "Emily, just a second."
"Yes," she said a little hesitant to carry on a conversation at that moment in what she had on.
"Earlier, while you were in the shower, your mother told me that I could find a pen and a notebook in the bottom drawer of your chest of drawers," I lied. Her breathing immediately slowed and instantly I could tell that she was wondering if I had found her stash. I reached in my pocket and continued, "While I did find what I was looking for, I also found this," I handed her the bag of marijuana.
"You shouldn't have gone through my things," she began before I cut her off.
"I wasn't exactly going through your things and even if I were, it wasn't as if you had it well hidden," I added.
"Are you going to tell my parents?" she asked now very worried, "They would absolutely kill me."
"We will talk about it later. For now, it will be our little secret. You just remember what I am doing for you by keeping my mouth shut," I replied.
"Thanks Joe. I really appreciate that," she said, her spirits lifting immediately, "I have to go get dressed to help mom in the kitchen."
She turned and closed the door to her room. I decided to walk out on the back patio to take in some fresh air. I had been in the house all day and was tired of being cooped up. I opened the patio door and stepped out onto the brick deck that ran around the pool. The nice swing seat I was planning to sit in was occupied by Leigh, to my delight.
"Hello, Leigh. What brings you out here?" I asked her sitting next to her.
"Not much. I was just getting out of the house," she replied, "I'm tired of being here already!"
"Something bothering you," I asked nonchalantly, attempting to act as if I knew nothing of what happened earlier.
"No," she replied quickly while turning to look the other way.
"You know Leigh, I have two daughters of my own," I lied, "The oldest is 17. I know when something is up with you young ladies. Why don't you just tell me—it'll make you feel better by getting it off your chest."
Then her cell phone rang. She jumped at the sound and quickly turned it off. I looked at her, and she at me, both knowing that she wasn't suppose to have the phone.
"I thought I heard your mom say something about you not being allowed to use your cell phone," I said in a low, deep voice.
She said nothing.
"How about we make this our little secret, BUT ONLY IF you talk to me about what's wrong," I continued.
She looked at me briefly and said, "Mom and I got into a fight earlier. I said some things I shouldn't have—but they were true—and then dad jumped in on her side without listening to me and now I am grounded for like two weeks."
I noticed that she had left out the whole part about having to drop her pants to take a butt whipping.
"Sometimes, though it sucks, we have to do what we're told to do or act a certain way. And sometimes we have to respect people we don't necessarily want to respect at a particular time—maybe ever," I offered.
She looked at me, "The fight was sort of about you."
I didn't know what to say, so I said nothing.
"I think mom likes you," Leigh continued, "She did not have a bra on earlier and she ALWAYS wears a bra. And by the looks of the jeans she had on, she didn't have any panties—unless she had MY thongs on because she doesn't own any thongs."
She paused, "Joe, do you think my mom is pretty?"
I was taken aback by the direct question, "Well, to be honest, I do."
"Do you think I am pretty?" she continued.
"Leigh, darling, I think you are absolutely beautiful," I replied.
"Oh, you are just saying that, but thanks anyway," she said giggling a little.
"Leigh, I think you look like what your mom probably looked like at 19 with a few exceptions," I added.
"Oh? What are those exceptions?" she asked quickly. She could tell that I was a little uneasy with the prospect of answering, "Please, Joe, I promise I won't be upset or anything. Just be honest—you wanted me to talk, now I'm talking."
I couldn't argue with that, so I said, "Actually, I think you are going to be prettier in the face than your mom. You have dimples on both cheeks—like your dad. You have a cute smallish nose and little ears that add to your beauty. You have a beautiful smile and a contagious laugh. And..."
I tried to catch myself but that last 'and' slipped out.
"And???" she asked.
"And...welllll, I hope you don't think I am a bad person for saying this. I am simply answering your question."
"Okay, I promise I won't be upset," she replied.
"You have a great ass and your breasts seem to already be larger than your mom's—both assets you already have over your mom's," I replied sort of sheepishly, not knowing how she would react.
She was quite for a second looking directly at me, "Wow. No one has ever told me all that before. And if I don't say so myself, Joe, you have a nice ass yourself!" she said giggling.
"So you have checked out my mom?" she asked.
"Of course! I am a man aren't I?" I replied laughing.
She laughed back. I turned my body more towards her and leaned over her pressing my lips to hers. It was sudden and without any prior indication whatsoever. She returned the kiss for a few moments and then pushed me away.
"Joe! I I I I don't know what to say! Er, ah, I have a boyfriend. But," she continued to stutter and stumble, "I'm soooo sorry if I led on that I wanted you to kiss me."
"Leigh," I said cutting her off, "I should be the one to apologize. I just got too carried away in our conversation. I'm terribly sorry."
"Don't be sorry, Joe," she said hurriedly, "It was nice. That was the best kiss I've ever had."
I leaned towards her again, this time reaching around her and pulling her close. We kissed again, only she moved around in front of me and took over. My hands moved to her back, caressing it through her tight, dark blue Abercrombie t-shirt. Soon my hands moved down to her ass. I had a cheek in each hand, squeezing and pulling them as much as possible through tight blue jeans.
Finally I sat her back down next to me, though we continued to make out.
"Tell me more about what happened," I said as I began to explore her small tits.
