Despite the fact that the next day was a Saturday, Elaine had to show up at work to continue with the Inventory From Hell. They had made good progress the day before, though, and she hoped that the whole thing might somehow end before noon. Katie, meanwhile, went off to her weekend dance class.
With the house to myself, I put on some jazz and started on the sort of miscellaneous work that everyone puts off but has to do eventually: cleaning out the closet. I set up separate piles for charity donations, stuff I wanted to keep and stuff that was so worthless it belonged in the trash. I was about a third of the way through the top shelves when I was interrupted by the doorbell.
It was Randi. After our escapade the night before I was completely unsure what her reaction would be: would she be embarrassed? Would she pretend nothing happened? Would she want to "process" what happened endlessly in the way that teenage girls love and that drives the rest of us crazy?
She began quietly, looking down at the ground while she spoke. "Hi, Mr. J. I hope you don't mind my coming over like this. Without calling, I mean."
"Nonsense, Randi. You're like a member of the family. You know that Katie's not here. She's . . . ."
". . . at her dance lesson. I know. I actually wanted to talk to YOU, Mr. J."
We sat facing each other on the couch together and she continued. "I really, uh, I really enjoyed last night."
I reached out and touched her hand with my fingers. "I enjoyed it, too," I said. My cock was already starting to get hard.
"You know Mr. J, Katie and I have been friends for years, and when I started thinking about, well, about romance and sex and all that, I guess it was natural that I started thinking about her -- um -- in that way."
"If you're saying that you're a lesbian, that's okay. Randi, you're free to . . ."
"No, Mr. J that's not what I'm saying. To be honest, I don't know what I'm saying. I don't know what I am. My parents -- well, you know how they are. They'd freak out if they thought I was a lesbian. And to be honest, it kind of freaks me out, too."
She paused a moment to screw up her nerve before continuing. My fingertips still rested on the back of her hand, and now she turned her hand over and began touching my hand tentatively. "I guess you must've figured out that Katie and I started experimenting recently. Before last night, all we did was kiss. I don't know if Katie was thinking of doing anything more. But I was. A lot more."
My mind's eye conjured a picture of the two of them in Katie's bed together and my cock got harder. The only thing missing from the image was me entering Katie's bedroom and joining them. "If you're asking for my forgiveness, Randi, there's nothing to forgive. Like I said, you're free to be a lesbian if you . . ."
"Don't say that! I don't want to be a lesbian! I know that these days we're all supposed to be open to that stuff, but that's not how I was raised, and I don't want to be that way!"
She moved her hand to my thigh and began moving nervous, shaking fingers toward my crotch. "I'm so afraid, Mr. J! I've had fantasies about Katie, but maybe that's just because Katie and I are such good friends."
Her hand reached the tip of my cock. She smiled -- her first smile since entering my house -- but her eyes had a pleading look. "I want to get rid of those fantasies, Mr. J! I want to replace them if I can with something more wholesome."
"Like what?" I asked.
"Like a grown man's cock!" she said. "I don't want to dream about Katie. I want to dream about cock!" Her hand was stroking up and down my shaft. "Can you please show me your cock, Mr. J?"
I stood up next to the couch and for a moment I could see that Randi was afraid that she'd blown it, that I was getting up to leave. But instead I stood directly in front of her and faced her. "Undo my belt and zipper, sweetie," I said.
"Oh thank you! Thank you!" she said gratefully, almost crying in her desperation to prove to herself that she could be heterosexual.
Randi had just finished pulling down my pants and was beginning a tactile exploration of my cock when the door opened and Elaine walked in.
I had been caught in the act. My cock was bobbing in the face of my daughter's Asian girlfriend, little more than an inch away from her mouth. When Randi and I turned in surprise toward the door, Randi had my cock in her hand and her mouth dropped open in surprise, making it look as if she were about to start blowing me.
"Well!" said Elaine. "This makes twice I've walked in at just the right moment, doesn't it?"
"Randi dropped by to discuss something important," I said, not sure how to say what I wanted, or how Elaine would react. So far, Elaine's response to the increasing sex play in the house had been unbelievable -- and I mean that literally. I was afraid that at any moment I would wake up and her incredible openness to my having sex with nubile teenagers would turn out to be some fever-induced dream.
