Important Changes for Erin
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The day the call arrived, I was at work, so I didn’t know about it until later. Work that day held its own surprises. When I arrived at the Hartley’s, Erin let me know by a few hand signals that she had some news to share. Ms. Hartley did not mention our conversation from the day before, so I didn’t either. When she finally left for work, Erin was about to burst with the news. Of course, I was fairly sure I knew what it was she wanted to tell me, but I couldn’t let on that I knew.
“You’ll never believe what happened after you left yesterday,” she said.
Part of me was tempted to surprise her by saying, Your mom said it was okay to masturbate and enjoy it, but I didn’t want her to know I had told her mom she liked to do it.
“What?” I asked instead, pretending ignorance.
“My mom said you two had talked, and she said she knew that I knew she had seen your mom in a porn movie. And then–” she paused for breath. “And then, she said she was going to tell me something I couldn’t tell anyone else about, but that you knew, and that was that she liked to masturbate.” She breathed again and continued with her non-stop monologue about her conversation with her mom.
“Then she said that masturbation is something all healthy people do, and that if I wanted to masturbate, I could do it and not to feel guilty about it or anything. Then she said it was okay for me to do it when you were here but I needed to do it in my bedroom or in the bathroom where I could have privacy,” she ended in a rush with a grin as big as California itself.
“Wow, that is exciting news,” I said. “What else did you two talk about?”
“Mostly masturbation. I asked her how old she was when she first did it, and she said she was maybe a little older than I am now. Then she asked me if I had tried it already, and I told her the truth, that I’d been touching myself for a long time but I’d only had my first orgasm a few months ago. I was kinda scared she might get upset, but she didn’t, so I guess she was telling the truth when she said it would be okay if I masturbate. Then she said it had been the same for her — that she had touched herself for a long time before having her first one, too.”
Erin was so thrilled about how things had turned out. The thirty minutes had gone by, so we got naked.
“I feel like masturbating,” she said and lay back on the sofa and began rubbing herself. There had been no gentle touching or anything. She had gone right to rubbing herself hard, her fingers nearly a blur as they skated over her wet clit and labia. The sloshing sounds I was so familiar with accompanied her movement toward a climax. This told me she had grown quite wet while we had talked. Or maybe she had been this turned on even before she had told me everything. I wasn’t sure. She was the most sexual girl her age I’d known since Deanna, maybe even more so.
She came in about one minute from the time she started rubbing. Then she looked at me with a satisfied smile and said, “Wanna lick me?”
How could I refuse? She was lying on the sofa, her legs spread with one foot on the floor and the other resting up on the back of the couch. This caused her snatch to be wide open and ready for someone to come along and lick her to another orgasm. I figured that job happily belonged to me.
I started by licking all of what she called ‘pussy honey’ off her outer labia and the small amount of blonde pubic hair she had. When her mound was sufficiently cleaned, I moved to lick the area between her vagina and butthole since quite a bit of her honey had dripped down there. Her butthole was clean — well except for her juices — so I licked that up too.
The fact she was squirming all over the sofa told me how much she was enjoying the attention.
Finally, I planted a wet kiss directly on her clit, which was small but quite visible beneath the clitoral hood when I would spread her lips to make her pleasure button pop out. Then I was licking her in long, slow swipes of my tongue. I licked from her faucet of a vagina to her clit, even teasing her urethra along the way. Her honey was everywhere, and I worried it might get on the sofa it was dripping out of her so fast.
Soon, to nobody’s surprise, she started coming. She lifted her hips off the cushion and slammed them back down while her grunts and moans filled the room.
Finally, she relaxed, but she wasn’t done as far as I was concerned. “My turn,” I said, lying on the floor and crooking my index finger at her to get down here and go down on me.
She sighed, pretending to be put out, but the grin on her face said otherwise.
Soon, she was licking me for all I was worth and my climax surged from deep within me. I came so hard I had to take several minutes to wait for the little aftershocks that sometimes accompanied my orgasms to stop.
We had a lot of fun the rest of that day. Four times she would just look at me and say, “I feel like masturbating” before putting her hands on her most precious treasure and bringing herself off. It was her way of having fun with what her mom had said she could do.
Finally, her mom called and Erin and I got dressed, though she did so quite reluctantly.
“What do you think she’d do if she walked in and found us masturbating together?” she asked.
“Fire me,” I said without hesitation.
“But we’d just be masturbating. Not doing anything to each other.”
“She’d know that if we hadn’t done anything yet, we would be soon,” I said. “No way am I setting us up to get caught.”
“You know what I think I might do?” she asked.
There was no telling, so I said, “What?”
“I might set it up for her to catch me doing it. Alone, of course, and without you here.”
“That’s up to you,” I said, “but don’t expect her to join in.”
“What do you think she’d say?”
“Probably nothing. She’ll probably just turn and walk out of the room or something. I can tell you there’s no way she will ever do anything sexual with you,” I said. “She is very straight.”
“You said yourself that everyone is at least a little bit bisexual.”
“Yes, and so is she, but she has very little of that desire in her, and whatever amount she ever had has been suppressed for so long that it will never come out, no matter what happens.”
“How do you know that?” she asked me.
“Because of our conversation the other night. She said she would like to find a man who could make her feel the way Danni makes my aunt feel. I said she could try a woman, and she was totally not going to do that. So if she’s not going to do anything with a grown woman, she certainly wouldn’t do anything with her own eleven-year-old daughter. Not only would that be lesbianism, but it would also be pedophilia as well as incest. So that’s three strikes against her doing anything sexual with you. “
Erin sighed and said, “I guess you’re right.”
“I know I’m right. You can set yourself up to be caught masturbating just to see what she will do. Just don’t expect her to join you or anything.”
After Ms. Hartley got home, I got on my bike and rode home, wondering how Erin would go about making sure she would get caught with her hands in the ultimate cookie jar.
When I arrived home, however, the news that greeted me pushed all thoughts of Erin out of my head. That’s when I found out that Jenna had spoken to her mother on the phone.
When I entered the house, Jenna rushed to me and more or less jumped into my arms, hugging me tightly. “You won’t believe it, you won’t believe it, you won’t believe it!” she said, all in a rush.
“What? What is it?” I asked, and she began to cry.
“Has something happened to Mom?! Was she in a wreck?!” I asked, nearly in a panic.
She ended her hug and leaned back from me. “No! Nothing like that!”
“Then what?” I asked. I looked and saw Danni come into the foyer where we were. I could see she had tears in her eyes as well.
“I talked to my mom! I talked to her on the phone! She’s alive! She’s okay!”
My mouth may have dropped open. “You DID?!”
She nodded wildly, her hair flying. Her million megawatt smile said all that needed to be said, really.
“Is she coming home?” I asked.
“Not yet,” Danni said. “She is planning to escape though.”
Escape. Not a good word. I decided that the ‘She’s okay’ Jenna had practically shouted in my ear was a bit less than accurate, or maybe it simply meant she was healthy or something. But being held against your will was definitely not okay.
“So what all did she say?” I asked Jenna, preferring not to mention that ‘being held captive’ part.
Jenna told me how Gwen had called and then come over, and how she had placed a call to someone who let her speak to Cindy. Her description of the phone call reminded me of a spy movie or something. I loved reading suspense thrillers, but when it is for real and involves people you care for, it’s not nearly as much fun.
When Mom got home, she was already aware of the call, having spoken to both Danni and Gwen on the phone earlier. Needless to say, she was ecstatic that Jenna got to speak to her mother.
After supper, Mom left the house for a little while without saying where she was going, which was odd. When she returned, she asked Jenna and me to take a walk down the street with her. Another oddity.
When we arrived at the end of our driveway, she stopped us.
“I left the house to use a pay phone to call Gwen on a new, private number she now has. I didn’t want to take any chances that our phones or the house could be bugged. I’ve contacted a service to come sweep the house for any listening devices tomorrow.
“I discussed when we could next talk to Cindy,” Mom continued. “She thinks this weekend might work out, based on what she has learned from her friend at the place where Cindy’s being kept.”
Jenna jumped in glee at this news. She could barely contain her utter joy.
“Baby,” Mom said to Jenna, “I need you to understand that your mom is still in a lot of danger. She will need to be very careful. If she’s caught talking to us on the phone… if she’s caught talking to anyone on the phone, bad things could happen.”
“Like what?” Jenna asked. I looked at Mom, knowing the bad news was coming and totally unable to stop it. I suppose it had to be said so Jenna would understand the dangerous situation her mother was in.
“Well, honey, this is a very bad man who is keeping your mother hostage.” I saw Jenna wince at the last word. “She is unable to leave the compound where she stays. She is kept naked all the time to help prevent her from escaping.” Mom paused before continuing to the worst case scenario. “If she’s caught on the phone or trying to escape, he could kill her. Probably would, in fact, especially if she’s caught attempting to escape.”
Jenna teared up, as I expected her to. I could sympathize with how she must feel. She loved talking to her mom, but doing so was also very dangerous for Cindy.
“I never thought of that,” she said, her voice thick with emotion.
“It’s okay. The guy she has helping her knows the schedule of the man who’s keeping her, a man named Pablo Peligro. Hopefully, that will be able to prevent this Pablo from discovering what’s going on.”
“Peligro is the Spanish word for danger,” I said.
“Yes, I know,” Mom said. “It’s probably not his real name. He just uses it for that reason. And it’s true. He is a very dangerous man. Gwen has looked him up online and discovered he is suspected in quite a few killings over the years. He either has the government in his pocket, or he is very good at avoiding being caught. Maybe both.”
We walked back to the house and sat watching a comedy movie we had, one of Jenna’s favorites, Young Frankenstein, starring one of my favorite comic actors, Gene Wilder. Jenna enjoyed it, but I could see it wasn’t doing much to take her mind off her mom and her situation, but maybe it helped.
When we went to bed, Jenna wanted to cuddle with me and fall asleep in my arms. “I need to feel safe,” she said before drifting off. I didn’t know it at the time, but Mom had gotten her to take something to help her sleep. Mom rarely did anything like that, but I think she was right to do it that night. Otherwise, I’m not sure Jenna would have slept at all.
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By the time Friday approached, I was already nervous about the phone call we would be making tomorrow to talk to Cindy. In the meantime, Erin was determined to have her mom catch her with her hands rubbing her young pussy. I wasn’t sure why that made me nervous, but it did.
When I got to work that Friday morning, I was met with a grin from Erin. Ms. Hartley seemed a bit flustered that morning as well. I quickly decided Erin must have finally been successful and that the sight had affected Ms. Hartley in some way.
The minute her mom left for work, Erin was hopping up and down with the need to share her news.
“I did it! I did it!” she said, and I placed my hands on her shoulders to stop the bouncing.
“She caught you?” I asked, realizing that if one wishes to be caught, it isn’t exactly the same as actually being caught.
“Yeah! She came into my bedroom and I had my covers all pulled down and I was naked and my hands were rubbing my pussy.”
“What did she do?” I asked.
She giggled. “For a second, she just stood there, staring. Then she said ‘excuse me’ and left.”
That was what I’d expected she would do and reminded Erin of that.
“Yeah, but that’s not all!” she said.
Not all? “So what happened?”
“Well, I didn’t come. Instead I came out to talk to Mom about it. I wanted to be sure she was still okay with it.”
I beckoned with my hand in a circular motion at chest level in an ‘okay, come on, out with it’ gesture. Erin giggled.
“I asked if she was upset about what I was doing, and she said no, so I asked her what was wrong because she was definitely acting weird about it, and she said she never thought she would actually catch me doing that. Then I told her I’d been doing it every morning since she told me it was okay. Then she said something like ‘that’s nice’ or something, and I thanked her for letting me be me. She looked at me and got all teary and said ‘you’re welcome’ and hugged me.
“Then we sat down and she told me how any mention of sex in her home when she was growing up was strictly not done and she asked if I felt like she was a bad mom for letting me do that whenever I wanted, and I said ‘of course not,’ and she said, ‘that’s good.’ Then I told her that doing that was my favorite thing and wished I could do it whenever and wherever I wanted. She said that I could but then I said I couldn’t. She didn’t know what I meant, so I told her I could do it whenever I wanted but not wherever. She still didn’t understand and I said sometimes I’m watching TV and I get turned on by something I see in a show or movie, and I would like to be able to do it while watching that show or whatever, even if she’s home.”
I had no idea she had wanted to go there with her mom, but it made sense. When she had stayed the night with Jenna and me, she was so envious of our ability to jill off no matter where we were in the house, and no matter who was at home walking around.
“So what did she say?”
“Well, I told her if we had the other’s permission to do it whenever and wherever we wanted to, that would make life a lot simpler. Then she said did I mean she could do it to herself in the den if I was in the house and I wouldn’t mind, and I said ‘yeah.’ She just sat there a minute and said, ‘I suppose if you want to do that, you can, but I’m not sure if I will do the same.'”
“Oh my God! You mean she gave you permission to do it anywhere in the house even if she’s home?”
“Yeah, like you and Jenna!” she said.
It didn’t surprise me that Ms. Hartley wouldn’t want to masturbate where Erin could see her. She was probably still ashamed about doing it. I’ve read that how we are brought up dictates how we view our lives and many of our behaviors. She was brought up to be ashamed about sexual desire and relieving it. She may never allow someone else to watch her. I thought that such self-limiting was sad and felt bad for her.
“So, are you going to take advantage of this new rule soon?” I asked.
“Tonight, in fact,” she said. “And I have you to thank for this!”
“You don’t need to thank me,” I said, blushing slightly.
“No, I really do!” she said. “My life is so much better since we met. And to think I hated you at first.”
“Okay, in that case, you’re welcome.”
“Oh,” she said, “I can thank you better than just saying it,” she said with a mischievous smirk.
It had been only ten minutes since her mom had left the house, but I decided to bend that rule just this once.
“Well, then,” I said, “maybe I can tell you that you’re welcome better than just saying it.”
She giggled as I pulled my thin cotton top off and began unhooking my bra, while she joined me.
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