Debauchery The Invitation pt 4
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May 21, 2017
Dear Ms Diary,
I woke to the sound of an arriving text on my phone to find Rhee’s eyes boring into my head. When she saw my eyes, she grinned widely.
“Good morning!”
I blinked slowly. “What time is it?”
“I don’t know. I’ve been awake only a few minutes. You know, you’re beautiful when you sleep.”
I dropped my face and started to object, but Rhee continued, “That makes sense because you’re beautiful when you’re awake.”
“Oh, stop it. I am not.”
“Girl, you’re the prettiest girl in middle school. I can’t believe that you don’t know that. When the boys aren’t staring at my boobs, they’re staring at your face. Considering that they’re all teenagers, I think that that makes my argument for me. It’s amazing that they stare at anything beyond boobs.”
“I am not. You are.”
“Tsk, tsk, tsk. I know that I’m attractive – I have only to look at my Mom to see that, but you are decidedly prettier. And I think that you also have the best bod in the class, but I know that you’ll disagree with that, too. Your ass is divine, and your breasts are just about perfect and match the rest of your body so well.”
I ducked my head and hid my face behind my hair. Rhee tilted my chin up – do all the females to whom I’m close have that move in their argument arsenal? – and brushed my hair aside.
“Quit it,” she said.
“So,” I asked, “now that we’re in the light of day, what do you think about what we did last night?”
“Wicked wonderful!” She hesitated, then came back with, “Will we do it again, sometime?”
“Oh, god, yes!”
I got a text from Mom, “20th, Y.” Again ... DAMN!
24 May 2017
Dear Ms. Diary,
Apparently, Mom took the past couple of days off, as I got no texts from her. Right after Mom got home and shortly before Dad did, I met her in the kitchen and said, “Supplicant, you will make breakfast on Saturday morning in the nude.”
Mom hesitated, opened her mouth, closed it, and then replied, “Yes, Mistress.”
“Supplicant, you will also record any conversation that takes place in the kitchen during the time between preparing breakfast and cleaning up after breakfast, inclusive. You will play for me to hear any part of that recording that touches on the clothing-optional proposal.”
Figuring that Mom might be a bit turned on by my command earlier in the day, I made a point of slipping downstairs just now to look in the hall mirror. Bingo! Mom was riding Dad’s crotch, and I must have arrived near the end, as she was obviously winding up to an orgasm. Dad’s left hand was mauling her breasts; his right hand was hidden behind her left leg but seemed to be playing with her pussy. Mom’s voice rose in decibels and Dad arched up and grunt-groaned; Mom’s orgasm then claimed her. I watched as they both came down from their highs, Mom now lying on Dad, who was rubbing her back.
My hand found its way inside my panties, and I began rubbing my clit. However, I quickly decided that I would be flirting with trouble, so tiptoed down the hall and bolted, quietly, to my room, where I, also, achieved a state of bliss.
May 25, 2017
Dear Ms. Diary,
Mom texted yesterday “24th, Y; did you enjoy that?” Damn! How did she know that I was there watching the end of their love session?
Mar 27, 2017
Dear Ms. Diary,
School is out! Well, it was out yesterday afternoon, but I’m writing this on Friday morning after not having to get up to an alarm. I’m still confused as to how Mom knew that I watched on Tuesday night. Or, did she just guess, having figured out my own thinking on the possibility? I will have to think about this.
[Added May 29]
After Mom and Dad went off to work, I spent the morning in the house sans clothes. While I’ve done that on other occasions, I had never spent an entire morning naked outside of my room. While I was packing my overnight bag (I will be at Rhee’s tonight), Rhee texted to say that she’d be over shortly (we had planned to walk to soccer practice together); I responded that the back door was open.
I had a quick thought, smiled what felt like an evil grin, and finished packing my bag. I got the clothes that I’d wear to practice, took them and my bag down to the living room, picked a book off the shelf, and lounged on the couch with the book open in front of my face. I don’t remember what book it was, but I wasn’t reading it, so I have something of an excuse.
I heard the back door open and then Rhee’s voice, “I’m here.” As her footsteps approached the living room, she said, “Are you re...,” and she and her query stopped. Then, “Hey, girl, did you forget something?”
I lowered the book, looked up at her, frowned a bit in “thought,” and responded, “No, I think that I’ve got everything in my bag that I’ll need after practice.”
Elouise
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