A fair exchange -3

That Sunday night, Bob had a fitful night’s sleep. He kept hearing noises. It was hard to distinguish if the noises were coming from the other room or from the apartment next door. Several times he startled awake, expecting to find Carley crawling in bed with him. She never did and Bob was thankful for that, as he really didn’t know what he would have done if she had.

All too early, the alarm clock sounded, calling for him to get up and get moving. As usual, he moved quickly, if groggily, to get dressed for work. Coming into the main room, he caught the scent of coffee brewing and saw the figure of the young girl, snuggled up under the covers. He went to her side and gently shook her awake.

“Time to get up, sweetie.”

“What time is it?” she sleepily asked.

“I know it's probably a bit early, but I have to get to work, so come on, rise and shine. Breakfast will be ready in five minutes.”

Retreating to the kitchen area, Bob poured himself a cup coffee before he set about scrambling eggs and fixing some toast. While the eggs were setting, he turned to look through the pass-through. The eggs were all but forgotten as he watched in disbelief as Carley, with her back to him, pulled off the top of her nightie and bent over in her nearly transparent panties to rummage about in her back pack. A moment later she stood upright and pulled a t-shirt on. Then she dropped the sheer bottoms, bent over and now with her totally bare ass on display, rummaged around until she found some panties. Bob watched in total disbelief as she fumbled around with her panties for a moment before bending down again and slipping them on. She bent down again, and found a pair of shorts. Bob was clutching his dick when the smell of scorched egg reached his nostrils.

“Shit!” he cursed to himself as he flipped over the slightly burnt eggs. Taking the nearly ruined eggs off the burner, he turned to see her making her way to the bathroom.

With her face washed and hair now pulled back into a pony tail, Carley joined Bob for a stand up breakfast. As agitated as Bob was, Carley was completely calm. To all outward appearances, she was completely unaware that she had displayed herself to him.

Bob had a fitful morning at work. It was hard, if not impossible for him to concentrate on work. Normally, he was all business, even during the worse moments of his divorcee, but today he was distracted, totally distracted. His mind kept coming back to the games Carley and his daughter had played on him Saturday night, but what had happened this morning… WOW! And HOLY CRAP!

Finally, near noon, he had put the girl and her antics out of his mind and got down to business. He ate his BPJ sandwich at his desk, trying to make up for lost time this morning. That worked pretty well until mid-afternoon. Then he found himself watching the clock. He wouldn’t be putting in any overtime today, he knew. As soon as he could, he would punch out on the time clock and head off to pick up Carley at school. As the normal quitting time drew near, he had second thoughts about having her model that nightie for him tonight. Instead, he determined that he’d better sit her down and have frank talk with her before something happened that he’d regret for the rest of his life.

Walking into the after-school facility, he found Carley and Meagan together, as always, engaged in serious conversation. What they were talking about, he could only imagine. He walked up to them without their knowledge of his presence, startling Meagan as she was whispering something to her blond friend.

“Oh, hi, Daddy,” she said without her usual enthusiasm. Did she know something? Was she jealous or was she appalled? Or was she just disappointed that she wouldn’t be going home with him and Carley, and instead, stuck here alone waiting for her mother to show up. He didn’t know and he was afraid to ask.

“Your mother hasn’t picked you up yet?” he asked Meagan giving her a kiss.

“No, she hasn’t yet,” replied his petite daughter. “Can Carley stay a little longer so we can talk?”

Bob thought better of refusing the request. He considered just signing out both of them, but he knew that if he did, his ex would raise holy hell about it and perhaps accuse him of kidnapping Meagan. “Okay, let’s give your mom about fifteen minutes, but then I need to take Carley to see her mother in the hospital.”

“Thanks, Daddy!” Meagan beamed. Meagan turned back to her friend and chatted away as if he wasn’t there. Bob was relieved that the conversation wasn’t about him or this weekend. Instead it swirled around one Miss Harvesty, their teacher and nice looking teacher at that.

“She’s so mean,” complained Carley.

“And ugly,” added his daughter.

‘Miss Harvesty may be mean,’ Bob thought, ‘but she certainly isn’t ugly.’ He had fantasies of fucking that one ever since the first day of school this year. It was a fantasy, nothing more he realized; no way would she get involved with the father of one of her students. That just wouldn’t sit well with the powers that be. But next year? Well, probably not then either, but who knows? Fucking the well-endowed woman was always a nice thought, a thought he had had on many nights fisting himself to sleep.

The happy daydream of wallowing in Miss Harvesty’s big soft jugs came to an abrupt end when Bob heard his daughter’s name called out. Looking over towards the sign-out desk, he saw his ex. If looks could kill, her hostile glare at the figure of her former husband would have been lethal indeed. Meeting her glower, he resisted the urge to make an obscene gesture towards his ex as Meagan hurriedly gathered her things and scurried away without so much as telling her daddy or her best friend goodbye. No doubt the nosey bitch would mercilessly grill her daughter about the reasons for his presence at the school, looking for some way to strike at him. Bob waited for her to leave with Meagan, before proceeding to the sign-out desk, keeping as much distance as possible between himself and Meagan’s shrewish mother.

Carley’s mom was doing okay and that was a relief to both Carley and himself. Bob marveled at how bad the woman looked in her hospital gown, without her usual makeup or her hair in a perfect coiffure. ‘Maybe she wouldn’t be such a great lay after all,’ he thought to himself. Of course he said nothing and waited patiently while mother and daughter had a few moments together.

Instead of fast-food junk for supper, Bob stopped off at the grocery store and bought a couple of frozen dinners for tonight. He set about zapping the frozen pasta entries while Carley sat on the floor doing her homework. Looking at the girl through the pass-through, she seemed perfectly normal for a girl her age. But how she dressed last night and what she did this morning, not to mention what had happened during the sleepover with Meagan…

Bob fretted over how to breech the delicate subject that he needed to discuss with the girl. If she was totally unaware of what she was doing, she’ll be totally embarrassed. He didn’t want to embarrass her, but that was the risk, and if he did… what then? What harm would that cause her? Maybe she’d be so embarrassed that it caused a rupture in her friendship with Meagan. He certainly didn’t want that to happen either. On the other hand, if she was aware of what she was doing… “Christ!” he mumbled just before the microwave oven dinged.

As they ate their supper, Bob concluded that it would best if he said nothing at all and just pretend that everything was hunky-dory. That was the safest course, he reasoned. No use in possibly traumatizing the girl. After supper, they watched a little TV together until it was time to get ready for bed. Bob offered her to shower first, but she wanted to finish the silly show that they had been watching. He excused himself and retired to his room.

He was minding his own business when unexpectedly the shower curtain pulled back and Carley stepped into the shower with him! To say that he was surprised would be an understatement.

“What are you doing?” he blurted. “You can’t come in here!”

“Daddy says to be green that we need to save water by showering together.”

“I’m not your daddy, Carley!”

“You don’t like me?”

“Of course I like you, it just that…”

“Good! You don’t mind washing my back, do you?” she asked turning away from him. Bob did the only thing a reasonable man would do; he washed her bare back, stopping before reaching her buttocks.

She spun around, announcing that she would now wash his back. Bob turned to face away from the forward girl. Soon he felt her soapy hands washing his shoulders and upper back. As she worked down lower and lower, she didn’t stop above his buttocks, but instead she washed them too, even working her hand into his crack.

Bob muttered, “Oh, fuck,” as the teenage delicious girl’s soapy hands slid across his anus and then between his legs to wash his nuts from behind. When her hand retreated back to his anus, Bob spun around, lest she do something more than she already did. That didn’t deter her as she immediately took his cock in hand and gently soaped it up, bringing about an immediate erection in the process. He knew he should stop her, but he couldn’t muster the resolve to put an end to it. Soon a small soapy hand was playing with his nuts while her other hand played across his muscular chest.

Carley passed the soap to Bob and waited patiently for him to wash her front. It was too late to do anything about the situation, so Bob took the soap and began washing the young teenage girl, this time doing as thorough a job as she had done for him, cleansing and exploring every square inch of the young girl’s body and leaving her squeaky clean and nothing untouched.

Handing her the soap back, he told her, “You missed my legs.” He turned his back and felt her soapy hands on his buttocks again before she worked down each leg until reaching his ankles. With the backs of his legs washed, Bob turned to face the girl. She was down on her hands and knees, washing his feet. Gradually she worked her way up his calves to his thighs and in the process, came face to face with his erect throbbing cock.

‘She’s going to blow me!’ he thought. He was certain of it, but then she stood, and with a mischievous grin, handed him the soap and hopped out of the shower.

Bob was in total disbelief of what had just happened. Once his big head regained control of his little head, Bob asked himself, ‘My god, are you nuts?’ thinking that he had done something to encourage her into doing what she’d done. He searched his mind for anything that he could have said or done to have brought this about. Try as he might, he couldn’t find anything on his part to have encouraged this behavior, except perhaps by omission. Then he thought back to the flashing the previous night.

‘That was no accident,’ he realized. ‘My god, they planned it and they did it. Meagan too! Was the accident in tub a ruse too? What about the soda and all the clothes getting wet?’ He couldn’t be sure, but in hindsight, it now seemed that way, especially after they took off their panties and had willfully flashed him.

Suddenly he was aware that he had begun whacking his wang. He looked to see if Carley was watching. Thankfully, she wasn’t anywhere in sight. Still, he didn’t pull the shower curtain closed, even though the bathroom door was wide open and he was fully exposed. ‘Damn!’ he muttered as he got about the business of relieving himself while the still running shower beat down on his back. Soon he was grunting as his cock spat cum onto the tiled wall and into the tub. Finishing, he turned, rinsed off a final time and turned off the water.

Stepping out onto the wet floor, he grabbed a damp towel and vigorously removed the excess water from his body. In an act of modesty, he placed the towel around his waist and walked out into his bedroom. There in his bed, under the covers, was his daughter’s fourteen years old best friend.

She was legally blonde or not, he had no doubts that she would be a willing playmate, but with the return of his good sense he said, “You can’t sleep there.”

“Why not?” she asked innocently.

“It’s not right, Carley. What just happened wasn’t right either. It shouldn’t have happened. .. Now, you sleep in there tonight,” he added pointing to the other room.

“Daddy lets me sleep with him when we’re alone.”

“Sweetheart. What you and your daddy do is… Shit! You sleep with him?”

“Sure. He doesn’t mind.”

“Well, I’m not your daddy. You know, I could get into big trouble about all this, and I don’t want to be sent to prison, so… out! Out! Out! Out!” Pulling back the covers he scooted the naked girl out of his bed.

“Here, wear this,” he said tossing her a night shirt.

“Now go, sweetheart. Go before I do something stupid.”

With a frown across her face, Carley strode from the bedroom, the t-shirt gripped in her hand. At the door, she turned and stuck her tongue out at him. She turned and before walking away, she wiggled her bare butt at him.

‘Dear, Lord, save me,’ he prayed silently.

Just to be safe, Bob rummaged around in his clean clothes box and extracted a pair of boxer shorts. As he slipped into them, he heard the TV come on. It was almost 11 and not only did she have to go to school tomorrow, he had to go to work too, early. He poked his head out the doorway, relieved yet at the same time disappointed that she was under the covers. However the t-shirt, he noticed, was cast onto the floor.

“Ummm, Carley. You need to turn that off at 11, sweetie.” She didn’t answer, but she did look at him and indicated that she had heard him.

Bob crawled into his own bed, now scented with Carley’s fresh aroma. Bob closed his eyes, trying his best to will himself to sleep. ‘Maybe, when I wake up, I’ll realize that none of this actually took place,’ he thought. But it had happened and he couldn’t get his mind off of it and he had a massive hard-on to prove it. The feel of her delicate hands on his cock and her playing with his nuts and his asshole, those were memories of a lifetime; a life that he hoped wouldn’t be spent behind bars.

Suddenly he was aware that the TV had fallen silent and that darkness now filled the apartment. He lay there for several more minutes, relishing and reliving the incredible experience in the shower. His reverie was broken when he felt his covers and bed move. Moments later he felt her naked body pressing close to him. “Carley…” he whispered.

“I won’t tell,” she said, her hand running across his bare belly. “I just want to sleep with someone. It’s kind of spooky around here. I couldn’t sleep at all last night. I kept hearing funny sounds. What if somebody broke into the front door and…”

“Nobody’s going to break into the front door,” he reassured her, knowing that around this flop house, that was always a distinct possibility at any given moment.

“But you hear about that happening all the time on the news,” she countered, “and I’m scared, Mr. Bob. Please…”

A naked girl asking, ‘Please, can I sleep with you?’, even if that girl was only eleven was something Bob was powerless to refuse. “Okay, you win. But this has to our secret. You can’t tell anyone about this. Agreed?”

“Okay. I won’t tell anyone.”

“That includes Meagan.”

“But I tell Meagan everything and she tells me everything.”

“Including Meagan, or… you go back into the other room.”

“Meanie!...

“Well, okay. Not even Meagan.”

There was silence in the room, but to Bob, the tension was so thick it could have been cut with a knife.

The silence was broken with a soft, “Mr. Bob? Mr. Bob?”

“What is it, sweetie?”

“Do you always sleep in your pajamas?”

“Uh, no, I don’t.”

“Why are you wearing them now? My daddy never wears pajamas.”

“I told you, Sweetie. I’m not your daddy. I’m Meagan’s daddy and I don’t sleep nude with her either.”

“You should,” she said softly. Running her fingers over his bare chest, she continued, “She’d like that, you know, but she’s afraid to ask you.” Bob swallowed hard at this bit of news. Bob now lay frozen, looking up at the ceiling, afraid to move or even speak.

“Mr. Bob?”

“Yes,” he whispered.

“Can I touch your cock?”

“Oh, god,” he moaned, acknowledging to himself and his maker that this was one battle he was destined to lose. With that admission to himself, he reached down and slipped off his boxers, giving the sexually precocious girl whatever access to his body that she wished. It didn’t take long before the fingers of her small cool hand were lightly tracing up and down his rock hard cock.

‘I won’t touch her. I won’t touch her. No matter what, I won’t touch her,’ he told himself over and over has he allowed the young teenage girl to freely play with his cock and his balls.

“Damn,” he whispered, “that feels good, baby.”

She stroked him for ten minutes or more, always with a tantalizing feather light touch playing over and under the shaft and over and around his weeping cock head. Then he felt her move.

“Oh, god,” he whispered as he felt her hot breath on his cock. “Oh, god...” She had both hands on him now and as he waited for her lips to engulf his cock crown, he lost it. Carley jerked her head back as cum shot from his prick and shot into her mouth. Giggling that she had made him cum, she swallowed and artfully dodged the next gushing blast, letting it and the remaining pulses of semen coat his tummy and pool into his navel.

With his cock now shrinking, Bob opened his eyes and gasped, “Oh fuck!” He’d just let 14 years old, his daughter’s best friend no less, masturbate him to completion. Now thinking with his head instead of his dick he cursed, “Holy crap,” as the enormity of what had just happened hit him. “Oh, fuck…”

The precocious girl was now running her fingers through the globs of cum coating his stomach, playing in it as if it were finger paints with his naked body her palette.

“You do that with your daddy?” he finally asked.

“Ummm, I’m not supposed to tell,” she replied coyly.

“No, I don’t suppose you are," he said with chuckle, amazed at her deft incongruity.

“Good night,” she whispered as she snuggled up to him.

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