Chapter 13—Audrey's Home
When her mom came home that afternoon, we both played the part to near perfection, even while wearing our sex stained undergarments.
Brandi acted like nothing unusual at all had happened, which made me wonder if she had pulled that acting trick in the past on us without us having a clue as to what she might have been doing.
She kissed her mom on the cheek and off she went to go to Stephanie's to study for a test on Monday.
"So how was the girls' weekend?" I asked.
"It was great. We had a lot of fun. Spent two nights at an oceanfront hotel—off season prices—and had some great seafood and walks on the beach and some heavy duty girl talk at night."
"And how was your weekend with Brandi?"
"Oh, fine. Pretty uneventful. No problems."
"Did Brandi stay home, or did she go out?"
"She went to a party Friday night and then to the mall Saturday."
"Did she come home on time Friday?"
Shit. Brandi and I didn't coordinate any of our answers to these potential questions.
"Uhmm, she might have been a little later than 12, but nothing that caused me any alarm. So, I let it go."
"You really are a wimp. I think I need to be a little tougher on her. She's 18 now, and that's about the time that I started to get into trouble, especially with boys."
"She doesn't seem to talk about boys much."
"Yeah, that's what worries me. I put her on birth control, just so you know."
"Okay, are you worried about her having sex?"
"As beautiful as she is? Are you kidding me? I'm surprised she hasn't had sex already. I'm surprised there aren't boys hounding our door. Aren't you? I'm wondering if she sends out the wrong signal."
"I guess that would be a good thing, then, wouldn't it? I mean, if you don't want to her have sex, then, whatever signals she's sending out to boys to discourage them, would be good, wouldn't it?"
"Yes, but I don't want her to feel like something is wrong with her because she's not attracting boys."
"Trust me, I think you don't have anything to worry about there. Maybe she's just being cautious."
"Or not telling us." Audrey seemed in deep thought on that note, and then she said, "Do me a favor; I'm going to be doing a lot of overnight trips the next few weeks for work. Please keep an eye on her. Maybe do some stealth spying. See what she's up to."
"You got it. I'll be on top of it." Away for the next few weeks on overnight trips? Oh, man. I hope I stay sane.
"In the meantime," Audrey looked at me with that naughty, coy, innocent look that she knows drives me crazy. "Wanna fuck me? Looks like we have the afternoon to ourselves? I could dress up as a naughty schoolgirl for you." Audrey looked at me and smiled demurely. "You can spank me."
"You little hussy. Do you want me to spank you?"
"I've been very bad, teacher." Audrey said in that little girl sexy voice she does so well.
Audrey leaned over to me, and whispered in my ear: "Meet me in the bedroom in 10, baby. I'm looking for some down and dirty, nasty sex. I need some domination. I want to be your submissive little girl toy."
I walked in to the bedroom to see Audrey bent over the bed rubbing herself through white cotton panties. She sported a plaid skirt, white blouse, white knee highs, and black, Mary Jane shoes. And her hair was in pigtails.
"Oh, teacher, I've had naughty thoughts. What are you going to do to me?"