You may decide you'd rather take Alicia home with you, since she is younger and much prettier than me.You may decide you'd rather take Alicia home with you, since she is younger and much prettier than me." I stared at her. "Prettier than you? That's hard to believe, since you are very pretty." "All the boys always like her more than me in my country. She is younger and has a nicer body." "I seem to recall that you have a terrific body. Want me to prove it again?" I watched her nipples come to attention through her bra and blouse. "She is much bigger than me up on top, you know? The boys always chase after her." "I'm not a little boy and I like your body and I liked having my face between your legs and licking you -- " She put her hand on my mouth. "Stop it! It makes me peel punny inside when you say those things!" "Good!" We made a date for Saturday and I found myself wondering about her sister. I would have expected more venom when she spoke of a younger sister who drew the boys; she'd been very matter-of-fact about it. On Saturday morning, I knocked on the door at 10 a.m. Sabrina answered. A few months had made a significant difference. She had gone from skinny to slim and her pullover was just beginning to show little telltale bumps of what would one day be breasts. In a way, I was sorry. Soon she'd be more of a young woman than a little girl and we would no longer have the nice, relaxed friendship we now had. She would be interested in boys and in proving her attractiveness and the Old Guy Who Dated Mom would be one of Them -- you know: Grownups. Evelyn was there and Evelyn was coming with us, which suited me fine. Evelyn was Sabrina's best friend and also her thirty-fourth cousin or somesuch. If Sabrina had been skinny, Evelyn was downright scrawny -- but every bit as impish and sweet as Sabrina. Sabrina gave me a little "hello" kiss -- this was something new for her -- which made me a tad uncomfortable. She was really turning into a lithely sexy girl and I didn't like my response to her closeness. |