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.
At that moment Randi shifted her hand on my cock, which made me involuntarily lurch my pelvis forward, poking her in the face. Randi instinctively let go, with the result that my erect penis began to bounce up and down directly in front of her face, occasionally bouncing off her nose.
"Yes . . .?" Elaine prompted.
"Randi's afraid she might be a lesbian," I said. I couldn't resist taking advantage of the situation by wiggling my pelvis just slightly -- enough to smack Randi repeatedly in the face as my cock bounced off her nose, swung away then sprang back and hit her in the cheek, then nearly poked her in the eye. Randi blinked nervously, trying to pretend that nothing had happened. I smiled at Elaine and, without Randi seeing my facial expression, gestured with my eyes for Elaine to watch Randi's face. I swung my pelvis again and again, causing my cock to slap the nervous young girl's face over and over .
Elaine smirked. "And she thought your penis might be the cure for lesbianism?" she asked, stealing glances at the spectacle that I was providing with poor Randi.
"Something like that," I said. By this time my cock was hitting Randi's face repeatedly in the nose, on the cheek, on the lips. Randi struggled to pretend nothing was happening, while Elaine tried to keep from laughing. I moved slightly, positioning my cock so that it rubbed Randi all over her lips, even to the point of trying to wiggle my cock head past the lips of her closed mouth. If she dared to open her mouth to speak, it would slip in.
"And how about you, Randi?" Elaine asked. She sat on the couch next to Randi, and now my cock bobbed in the air next to both their faces.
I started slapping Randi in the face over and over with my cock, merely inches away from my wife, who, with increasing difficulty, pretended that nothing was happening. Randi's face reflected embarrassment and worry that she was doing something wrong, but the seriousness of her expression was totally contradicted by my errant cock alternately bouncing off her nose, then smearing precum all over her cheeks. Randi's hand fluttered in her lap, as if she were instinctively wanting to swat my cock away, but then consciously suppressing the urge.
Elaine watched the whole farce from a couple of inches away. Stifling a laugh, she asked, "Do you think you're a lesbian, dear?"
"I'm afraid. . . .Glawg!" Before she could even get to the next word, my cock was insistently pushing its way into her mouth.
"Don't be afraid, little Randi," Elaine said. She put her hand on the back of Randi's head. "Kiss my husband's cock and tell me about your problems." As she pushed the Asian teenager's mouth in and out on my cock head, Elaine looked up at me and blew me a kiss.
Randi began licking and kissing my shaft under my wife's direction. "This is okay, Mrs. J?" she asked.
"Randi, you know how much I care about you. I want you to find yourself." She wrapped her hand around my shaft and brought it to her own mouth and sucked me for a moment, then took her mouth off the head and fed it back into Randi's mouth. While Randi sucked me, Elaine continued, "Perhaps you'll find yourself licking my clit as a lesbian. Or perhaps you'll find yourself on your back getting pounded by my husband." She reached over and started unbuttoning the teenage girl's blouse, exposing lovely C-cup tits. "Or maybe you'd like to find yourself getting fucked by him doggy style? There are a lot of ways to find yourself, darling. A lot of positions you might find yourself in."
