A fair exchange -2

With propriety restored, the two girls were soon playing again, each dressed in one of Bob’s oversized t-shirts. Bob disappeared into his bedroom and changed out of his damp clothes. A relative calm descended on his apartment, but it didn’t last very long. The girl’s, having tired of playing “Sorry” went back inside Bob’s bedroom and pulled out the Twister set from his closet.

Bob, now working on his forth beer, manned the spinner. Soon the contortions of the two girls made it a very interesting game indeed. Invariably the girls got themselves in such positions that their billowy t-shirts, over taken by gravity, fell away, exposing their panty-clad butts. Bob said nothing, he was enjoying the show.

The strain on Carley’s tight panties soon became too much. A very audible, “RIPPPPPP” filled the room; the too-tight panties had split open in the back, exposing even more of her butt than before, providing tantalizing glimpses of the charms underneath.

Bob was certain that the game would be over after that, but to his surprise and delight, the laughing girls played on as if nothing was amiss. As the game continued, it seemed to Bob that Carley was deliberately putting herself into positions that made him hold his breath. Not that he minded… especially when the ruined panties hardly covered much of her butt to begin with.

Eventually the girls tired of the game and began to rough house. To get the hyper girls to calm down, he turned on the TV and found a musical kid movie that instantly engrossed them. During the first commercial break, they both disappeared into the bathroom for awhile and then reappeared as giggly as ever. Watching the movie, the girls lay prone on the floor, their legs bent and waving in the air to the beat of the snappy songs.

Working on his fifth beer, Bob sat on the sofa behind them feeling no pain, watching as the t-shirts worked further and further up their hips, exposing more and more of their sweet butts. Bob was hard again, painfully hard. It was impossible to miss, and he noticed Carley’s bare butt first. She had taken off the ripped panties and was totally bare underneath! Soon he realized that Meagan had done the same! They were flashing him! He was certain of it! Certain or not, he didn’t say or do anything about it other than enjoy the view of the young girls’ lovely bare butts and fleeting glimpses of their bald pussies. The fleeting glances began to be more than just fleeting as Carley and the Meagan actually spread their legs a little, giving him a clear view of their hairless slits.

Suddenly he became aware that his hand was up the leg hole of his shorts and that he had been playing with himself. He wasn’t that drunk and stopped immediately, only to catch himself later fondling himself again as the girls continued to expose themselves.

He fought the urge to slide up between the two girls and taking two handfuls of young crotch, but he thought the better of the whole situation and hastily excused himself for the night. As soon as he was alone in his bed, Bob masturbated himself to satisfaction. Visions of the nude girls in the tub, their teasing Twister game and visions of the blatant exhibitionism during the movie provided great material for a most satisfactory whack-off session.

Sunday morning he woke with his sheets still sticky. Sober, he thought about the previous evening. It had been accidental, at first, but later, he wasn’t so sure. Still that could have been accidental too he reasoned. No matter, he was the adult and he should have made an effort to prevent it, or at least minimize it. But he didn’t. He had let the girls, wittingly or unwittingly, expose themselves to him.

It surprised him that he wasn’t sorry in the least for looking… no crime in that, but it bothered him that they would have done that sort of thing deliberately. ‘Shit,’ he thought, ‘if any of this ever gets out…’ Then he decided that it all had been an accident and if he said nothing about it this morning, then the girls wouldn’t realize anything was amiss. Still he had the whole bath thing to contend worth. Best if he let the girls know that they should keep mum about it to everybody, friends, mothers…. everybody, lest things be misconstrued.

Sunday went by without incident. Carley’s clothes had dried sufficiently for her to wear them and he took them to the zoo. He couldn’t afford it, but he justified it as he had some discount coupons that were set to expire. It was a fun afternoon and the girls had a great time, as Bob did himself.

It was late in the day when Bob took Meagan to drop her off at her mother’s house; the house that once belonged to Bob and the house that he had spent countless hours making improvements to. He was about five minutes early. Not surprisingly, there was a strange car sitting in the driveway.

They sat at the curb, waiting for the five minutes to pass. A few months ago he’d been a few minutes early and there was a strange car in the drive; he had thought nothing of it and walked Meagan to the door... big mistake. The next week he heard from his ex’s lawyer, seeking an injunction against him, claiming that Bob had deliberately sought to humiliate his ex-wife, by having Meagan walk in on her, while “entertaining” a friend. It was total bullshit and so flimsy that he all but ignored the accusation. The family law judge saw it differently however, and bought into the meritless complaint one hundred percent. She then fined Bob a thousand dollars, with a warning that next time he harassed his ex, he could expect some jail time.

On the advice of his attorney, at the stroke of six, Bob blared the horn and continued to honk it for three solid minutes until the front door opened. Only then did he send Meagan inside. Next he took Carley home, only to discover an ambulance at the house. The EMF crew had just battened down the doors of the ambulance and then pulled away with lights flashing. Something was obviously wrong, very wrong and he followed the ambulance to the emergency room where he was informed that Carley’s mother had acute appendicitis and would be undergoing emergency surgery right away.

That presented him a problem… What to do with Carley? He got his answer when a nurse came out and asked if he was Carley’s mother’s friend, Bob. Bob said, “Yes, and this is her daughter, Carley.”

“Her mother asked me to ask you to look out for her until her dad can be contacted,” said the nurse.

“Now your mother will be fine,” the nurse reassured Carley. “She also said for you to listen to Mr. Bob and not be any trouble to him.”

The nurse stroked the back of Carley’s hair and kindly added, “Sweetheart, your mom is very sick right now, but if want, you can see her, but for just one minute.”

Carley disappeared behind a set of doors with the nurse. A few minutes later, they were back. “I think she’ll be able to see Carley tomorrow,” explained the nurse to Bob, “but she’ll be here for a few days. Now don’t worry, she’s in good hands… the best.”

The nurse excused herself, as she had other matters that needed to be attended to. Bob borrowed Carley’s cell phone and made a call to Carley’s dad. Bob explained to Rodger what had happened, but Rodger told him that there wasn’t anything he could do about it, as he was about to catch a flight to New York for an important business meeting, and asked Bob to look out for Carley until he could get back. This wasn’t exactly what Bob wanted to hear, but naturally Bob agreed.

“Well, sweetie, I guess you’ll be staying with me tonight,” Bob told the girl as he handed her back her cell phone. “Are you okay with that?”

Carley, drying a tear in her eye, nodded that she was indeed okay with it.

On the way home, Bob stopped at an ATM machine and withdrew a few dollars in cash, then he headed for the drive through of a nearby McDonalds and bought them something for supper. After a quick bite, they swung by Carley’s house to pick up a change of clothes for the next few days while she was staying with Bob.

Back at his apartment, it was getting late. He made up the sofa bed for the girl and then excused himself to shower and get ready for bed. Not knowing what else he should do, Bob slipped into a pair of gym shorts after showering. Carley too had gotten ready for bed, and when Bob came out into the living room, he stopped dead in his tracks. Carley was sitting on the open sofa-bed, her legs crossed Indian-style. Bob could swear he could see right through the thin lavender night gown she was wearing.

“Uh, Carley… do you, uh, need to, uh… brush your teeth?”

Without saying a word, Carley bounced up, and went to her back pack of clothes sitting in the corner of the nearly bare room. Not only was the nightie transparent, the top was so short it didn’t cover the bottoms, bottoms that were as transparent as the top. The shadow of her ass cleft was clearly visible as she bent over digging around in her stuff. Bob held his breath, afraid to breathe as he was treated to the tantalizing sight. All too soon, she stood upright and strutted off to the bath. Bob’s eyes were glued to the girl as she sashayed by him.

“Fucking little prick tease,” Bob muttered once she was in the bathroom.

Bob adjusted his cock so that wouldn’t be quite as noticeable and waited for her to return. He didn’t have long to wait. She flashed a demure smile as she passed him on her way back to bed for the evening. Bob’s eyes never lost track of her.

“Where did you get a nightgown like that?” asked Bob.

“Do you like it?” she beamed.

“Yeah, matter of fact I do. It’s, uh… it’s very pretty. But don’t you think… I mean… where did you get that?”

“It’s one of Mommy’s,” she said as if that answered his question.

“I see… Does she know that you wear that?”

“You don’t like it?”

“I do like it. It’s just that… never mind. Uh… good night, Carley.”

“Don’t I get a good night kiss?” she asked leaning back to rest on her arms.

“Uh… Jesus… Well, if want me to kiss you goodnight…”

Poor Bob, his mind was in turmoil. ‘Careful… careful,’ he thought to himself. ‘She’s only a teenager. She’s only a teen girl ,’ he thought to himself as he approached the her. His hands were trembling as he reached towards her. Coyly, she turned her head to receive her kiss on the cheek.

As soon as he kissed her, she jumped back and under the covers with a quick cheery, “Goodnight, Mr. Bob!”

Bob was mightily flummoxed. Maybe he had misread the girl. After all she was just a girl. But, Christ! Didn’t she have any idea just how revealing her nightgown was? Didn’t she have any idea what she was doing to him? Didn’t she have any idea just how dangerous her playful flirting was? Good, Lord!

Hastily, Bob told her goodnight and hurried off to his room. Lying alone in his bed, staring up at the water stained ceiling, Bob had no choice but to masturbate to get his libido under control, using his discarded gym shorts to clean up mess afterwards.
To be continued A FAIR EXCHANGE -3