"Well, I guess you can," I told them. "If you don't mind me being in the front room while you use the bedroom."
"No, that's fine," said Jane. "We won't bother you a bit, we promise. We'll be real quiet."
But then Caroline chirped up, "Could I stay in the front room with you, please," she asked me, "so I can watch them through the door? Can I, please?"
I didn't understand and asked them to explain.
Jana said she was the one who wanted to get it on with little Bobby. Caroline wanted to just watch the performance. And since Bobby was still pretty new to the school, they thought he might get up tight and feel constricted if he knew anyone was watching. And watching was exactly what Caroline was wanting to do.
"Yeah," she admitted, "I really like to watch people fuck. I love watching them get naked and fool around with each other."
Her statement reminded me of what Kate had told me about the threesome she had arranged during which Caroline had lost her cherry to my friend Petey. There had a lot of watching there in that scene. Perhaps that, coupled with the time she observed Kate introduce Kenny to the art of love on their first night at school, had nudged Caroline into the direction of voyeurism.
Oh well, what the hell. The kid had already been fucked by a boy and had got a taste of lez life by being fucked by Kate, a grown woman. She was hardly an untainted little lamb. So what difference did it make it she did find herself in the role of eleven-year-old voyeur?
I told them to go get Bobby and bring him on up, then went on to my room. I had a snack and a nice hot shower, then got out the papers I was going to grade that night. I could sit at my work table in the front room while the kids used my bedroom.
As I was toweling off my wet body, I watched myself in the mirror and mentally patted myself on the back for what nice tits I had. They were the kind of nice, fully rounded ones that any girl would be proud to have, I thought. I found myself thinking of sex, and wondered' how it would be to have Bobby naked in my bedroom without getting to fuck him. The presence of the girls didn't bother me any. But I found myself getting worked up over Bobby. He bad been a great turn-on for me the night I seduced him. It might be hard to keep my mind off him. Oh well, Jana and Caroline were the ones who had preference on him-it was they who had thought of it. I would just let them be.
Well, I might allow myself to just take a peek in at him once in a while… no morel Caroline would be looking in on them from my doorway, anyhow, so I could just take a peek over her shoulder once in a while. I had no right to barge in on their little party.
There was a knock at my door and Jane stood alone when I opened it. She said that they didn't want Bobby to know anyone else was in the place, so could I please hide somewhere as he was brought in? And Caroline would need a place to hide also, for the same reason. I agreed to their plan, and Caroline came in from around the corner while Jane went for Bobby.
"Guess the only place for us to hide is the front room closet." I said. "The bathroom's on the other side of the bedroom and we couldn't leave without Bobby seeing us."
Jana brought Bobby through the door and into the bedroom, taking care to leave it open enough to allow Caroline a good1 view. She and I left the closet and took up our positions, she on the floor by the bedroom and me at my working desk.
I was grading papers for only a few minutes before Caroline quietly approached my desk.
"Sure you don't want to watch?" she asked. "She's got him down to his shorts and now she's letting him feel her up. I bet she takes off her shirt next and lets him see her tits."
Her description of what was going on did whet my appetite, but I managed to refuse her invitation. "By the way," I asked her before she left my desk, "how did you and Jana get to be such good friends? She's five or six years older than you, so I'd think you'd run-around with girls your own ages."
"The way we met was when she asked me If I'd let her make love to me one day," Caroline blithely replied. "She had heard about me getting it on with Ms. Windstrom-I mean Kate-and said really like to tongue-fuck me and everything else if I'd let her. She said she was really glad I seemed to dig girls, because she just loved girls about my, age… something about how she's so hot for girls who are just starting to get titties, like I am. So I let her do it and it was really swell. I think I even liked it better than when Kate did it to me for the first time. That's how we know each other."
The kid walked away, as unconcerned as if she had just recited a book report.
I did fine until Caroline started making little noises, Jana and Bobby were far enough away that I couldn't bear them, but Caroline was well within earshot. At first I couldn't figure where the should was coming from. She wasn't making any noise with her mouth. But then I noticed one of her hands was out of sight. The little bitch already had such hot pants from watching that she was doing the same thing she obviously wanted to do the time Kate let her watch.
She had her hand under her loose skirt and was quite thoroughly engaged in masturbating herself. I went to her to remind her that Bobby night hear what she was doing and discover he was being watched, but when I got there I took a peek through the doorway, and what I saw made me admit to myself that no more papers would graded that night.
"Caroline," I whispered, "don't you think he might hear you… I could hear you way over there at my desk."
She jerked her hand from under her skirt and innocently said, "I wasn't saying anything."
I told her I knew she wasn't saying anything, but that her hand was making certain little noises: under her skirt.
She grinned. She was only somewhat embarrassed, and not in the least contrite. "lees," she whispered, "could you really hear me playing with myself?"
When I assured her that I had, she motioned into the bedroom and said she didn't see how Bobby would ever hear a little sound like that when they were so hard at it. I looked again and had to agree with her. And looking made me want to keep looking. I sat down behind her and observed the spectacle by peering over her shoulder.
"Goody," she said, "you gonna stay and watch?"
"Maybe for a little while," I said, knowing full well that I was there for the duration.
She sat without moving for only a few seconds before whispering, only with a small bit of shame, "Do you… do you care if I… you know, play with myself again? Look at what they're doing now-that makes me so tingly I just have to do something."
I could not remember anyone ever before asking my permission to masturbate. What does one say in polite society to such a request? is that covered in Emily Post?
"I don't see why not," I said. "Go ahead, it doesn't bother me any as long as you don't disturb them."
She thanked me warmly and snaked her hand back into her panties. I heard the elastic snap and then the slippery sound of her fingers at work again in that hot little pussy.
But what really captured my attention was what Jana and little Bobby were doing. Jana was lying on my bed with just her bra on-her panties had been removed for some reason before the bra-and Bobby was sitting on her stomach. She had her knees up to provide a place to lean his back, and he was seated on her cunt-swell with his face turned toward hers. He still had his shorts on, but there was an unmistakable little point jutting out from his crotch.
Jana had his hands on her bra and was letting him feel her up while she returned the favor by manipulating his peter through the material of his white cotton jockey shorts.
He had a shit-eating grin on his little face, as though he knew she wasn't going to keep that bra on forever and when she took it off he was going to get himself a nice handful of tit. Jana was looking at him with a very sensual, relaxed expression on her face. She was in complete control and she knew it. She could have that little cock out of his shorts and into her cunt whenever she wanted it, or she could get him to suck her tits for her just by taking her bra off and showing them to him.