"Right!" Eleanor said sarcastically. "Like I believe THAT! Get Teela on the phone!"
Sally did as she was told, praying. Eleanor snatched the phone from Sally’s hand — but blew it with her questions. "What do you have to do with the outfit that Sally is wearing, Young Lady?" she demanded.
Teela stared at the phone. "Uh oh."
"Yeah, I guess! Well?"
Teela thought it through. Sally was obviously in trouble — what would help? "Well, a lot, actually. I helped her pick it out…"
"She says you two went out to tease some guys…" Eleanor ranted. "Is this true?"
"Well, yes," Teela admitted. Mrs. Harkness couldn’t ground her…"We went to a construction site to get some guys worked up…" The neat part of this was that it was true.
"Construction workers?" Eleanor flashed a glance at Sally. "Are you nuts?"
"Well, it was bear-baiting, sort of," Teela admitted.
"And were YOU braless in almost nothing and wearing no panties, too?" Eleanor demanded.
"Yeah," Teela sighed. "Guilty as charged."
"And your boyfriends? Where were they?"
"They weren’t around. This was a solo thing," Teela insisted.
"What do you think your new boyfriend is going to think of this?" Eleanor demanded.
"I’m sure he’ll disapprove," Teela replied. "Lon did."
The look Eleanor gave Lon told him that he had been exonerated, one way or another; he breathed a quiet sigh of relief.
"Whatever were you thinking?" Eleanor asked, exasperated.
"It was just a game," Teela replied. "Silly, I know, but we’re both feeling so free and happy, now that we’re not untouchables…"
"Did you ever think you might lose your boyfriends over such foolishness?" Eleanor asked, making the point with Sally using her eyes. Sally grimaced.
"Well…" Teela replied. "With me it was sorta to see what Rick would do, you know? Would he yell, or have a fit or just blow it off? I wanted to know if he really cared…"
"And?" Eleanor asked, her voice softening.
"He was real unhappy," Teela related.
"I see," Eleanor replied. "While I’m sure that it was instructive, I wouldn’t advise you to do that kind of thing regularly. Boys are, well, less devious than we are. They don’t look for the hidden agendas. You were taking a big chance."
"No, Ma’am," Teela replied solemnly.
Eleanor hung up. Gazing at Lon, she said, "Will you wait down here a moment?"
"Sure." 'Am I REALLY off the hook?" Lon wondered.
Eleanor turned to her daughter. "Let’s go upstairs." Sally nodded, turned, and headed up; Eleanor found herself scandalized at the display. A glance down showed Lon — who obviously wasn’t, although he contrived to look away, once caught.
Once in Sally’s room, Eleanor lit into her. "What on Earth were you thinking, Young Lady? I thought you wanted to keep this boy! Teela says she did this stupid thing to see if her boyfriend really cared — is that your excuse?"
"Well, no. We were just keeping an eye on one another, you know? I know it was dumb…"
"I should say so!" Eleanor railed. "Showing your private parts to a bunch of strangers like a bitch in heat! Those parts of your body should belong to him!" Eleanor stopped dead. "Do they?"
"Yes, Mom."
"You know what I mean — has he, um, taken possession?"
"Yes, Mom."
"Baby? You’ve… ?" Eleanor’s eyes were suddenly wet.
"Yes, Mom. I’m a woman." Sally bit her lip.
"All the more reason why you shouldn’t do ANYTHING to make the man you love unhappy! You DO love him, right?"
"Yes."
Eleanor blew out a breath. "And him? What’s his stance?"
"He loves me." Sally announced it with some certainty.
"What am I supposed to do now?" Eleanor asked.
Sally looked at the floor. "Let him come up. I need to, um, make sure everything is okay, you know?"
"Uh huh," Eleanor shook her head. "Right. I’m supposed to let you … Let him…"
"Pleeeeze!" Sally begged.
"Your father will be home soon!" Eleanor retorted. "What do I tell HIM?"
"Okay, let me go to his house, then."
"No. Bring him up. I’ll … think of something. Do NOT come downstairs like that! Your father will have a heart attack!"
"Yes, Mom."
"I’ll send him up." Eleanor left her daughter’s room, mumbling to herself. "How did I get myself into this? Covering up for my own daughter while she…" She shook her head as she stumped down stairs. Picking up Lon sitting on the couch, she sighed, "Go on up. Be quiet — her father will be home soon." She stopped him as he passed. "Do you… ? Never mind." He thought he did, anyway — you could see it in his eyes. That was the best you could hope for … Eleanor headed for the kitchen while Lon thundered upstairs.
Lon discovered that he COULD cum four times — at least, occasionally. Sally only let out one impassioned "Oh, God!" that Lon wasn’t prepared for — after that, she spent a lot of time moaning into pillows while Lon — who wasn’t feeling a lot of urgency after three cums — pushed her through more orgasms than she’d ever before experienced.
George Harkness didn’t notice, somehow; Sally snuck Lon out the front door undetected, then came down to greet her father decently dressed if a little flushed. Eleanor was attuned to the whole thing, however, and every little noise fired her imagination. George reaped the benefit; at bedtime, Eleanor’s juices were flowing more than usual — and she made sure he knew it. During the foreplay phase, Eleanor startled her husband by asking, "Have you ever licked anyone?"
George had, but Eleanor had always indicated that she thought the whole idea messy and disgusting; besides, she tended to be curious about the details of such things, and George had never thought to fabricate an answer to the question if she should ask him just whom he had practiced that technique upon — and, frankly, the truth wouldn’t do … Very cautiously, he replied, "Yes…"
"H—how was it?"
"Not bad, actually," George related. "I know you have issues with it, but, well, the smell is arousing — it’s supposed to be."
"And the taste?" Eleanor held her breath.
"Interesting, actually…" George threw back the blankets covering his activities and shifted positions to bring the weapon under discussion to bear on the target.
"No, no, it’s okay — I didn’t mean…" Eleanor protested weakly.
George ignored her — and he ignored the hands that came up to fig leaf her sex. Twenty years of marriage told him that both were pro-forma. By touch, he attacked her mons with his tongue.
"Oh! OH! Omigawd!" Eleanor exclaimed, clutching George’s head.
"Better than fingers, then?" George grinned and dove back in.
Moments later, Sally awoke to an amazing shriek from the master suite. Snagging a robe, she tiptoed down the hall to her parent’s open door.
"Stop, George, stop! I can’t take any more!" Eleanor wailed, shuddering. Sally pushed an eye around the doorframe to watch her father’s head come up from his mother’s crotch in the dim light.
"Well, THAT was fun!" he announced, wiping his face on his forearm.
"Omigawd!" Eleanor gasped. "I had no idea!" She panted a bit, then, "I suppose I should…"
"Yes, you should, actually," George agreed with a grin of satisfaction, climbing up and rolling over onto his back. Nothing on the face of the Earth would have moved Eleanor to give him oral sex before this, but now he had her between a rock and a hard place … There was NO WAY he was letting her off the hook!
Eleanor struggled up onto orgasm-weakened limbs. "I don’t know what I’m doing…"
"We’ll just have to experiment," George replied. Eleanor nodded and grasped her husband’s erection, then bent to lick the tip. George had a pretty stiff erection already — none of that lank, flexible kind of thing that had been the norm of late. Sure, he firmed up once in the act, but sometimes getting him in could be difficult … The taste, aside from being a bit musky with the familiar smell of his arousal, wasn’t much different than if she had licked his shoulder or hip or fingers — certainly nowhere near what he had had to put up with! Eleanor worried a lot about the pungency she took on when aroused, not to mention how wet she got. Poor George had just dived in…