“Oh yes, I could just whip it out and beat off right here.”
“Well don’t let me stop you,” I said as I slid my left hand down into my tight jeans. My jeans were too tight but neither of us could see what the other was doing. When I finished my macaroni and cheese I looked at Bobby who was finishing his second helping.
He suddenly stood, reached a hand to me, and said, “Come with me.” He was holding his pants up with his other hand. Taking his hand I followed him into the family room. He sat me at one end of the couch and he sat at the other end. He got up and turned on the lamps that are at each end of the couch. “I’ll be right back,” he said as he darted out of the room, still holding up his undone pants. He quickly returned with a box of tissues. “There, now take off your jeans,” he said as he let his pants fall to the floor. Neither of us had shoes on so in only moments we were standing with only our tops on because we had both lowered our under pants with our outer pants. “Sit where you were,” he said as he sat at the other end.
“But, I’m dripping wet. I’ll make a spot on the couch,” I said. I rushed to the bathroom and got two bath towels out of a cabinet. When I returned to the family room I tossed one towel over Bobby’s head and said, “Here is one for you.”
“Okay then,” he said after he had placed his towel under him, adding, “Put one foot up on the couch and the other on the floor.”
As I positioned myself like he had, I realized how exposed my pussy was with my knees spread so far apart.
“Mm that looks so pretty,” Bobby said.
I looked at him and saw he was staring directly at my pussy which tingled with excitement. I looked at his peter and realized how large his balls looked. I had never actually looked at them before. They were resting with apparent comfort on the white towel. He wrapped his right hand around his peter and began stroking deliberately up and down.
I dipped all four fingers of my right hand into the moisture within the lips of my pussy and watching Bobby I attempted to match him, stroke for stroke. I looked alternately from his peter to his eyes. His eyes never left my pussy. It struck me fast as I thought about Bobby watching me. My eyes closed and my head rolled back as I howled out my pleasure. As soon as I could I opened my eyes to see how Bobby was doing. The first thing I noticed was his balls had drawn up in a tight bundle at the base of his peter. He was emptying his white stuff out onto the towel.
I checked beneath me to see if I had wet the towel and I had. I jumped up and lifted the towel. My juices had wet through the towel and made a spot on the couch. I wiped at it and only seemed to make it worse. I wiped my legs with the towel and took it to the laundry, then went upstairs to get the hair dryer. Bobby was still sitting where I had left him. I plugged in the dryer and began blowing dry the spot on the couch. I was pleased to note it did not leave a spot as it dried. Suddenly I felt Bobby’s hand stroke across my bare butt. “Don’t,” I said as I twisted away from him.
“Your butt is as pretty as the rest of you,” he said.
“Take your towel to the laundry now before you forget it,” I said.
He took off with the towel while I took the hair dryer back to the upstairs bathroom. When I came back he was sitting in the loveseat with his pants on. I picked up my jeans but could not find my underpants. “Where are my panties?” I asked as I went down on my hands and knees to look under the couch.
“I’m sure they’re around here somewhere,” Bobby said in a strange tone. I looked at him and saw where my underpants were. He had pulled them over his head so that the crotch was over his nose. “They smell real good,” he added.
“Give ‘em to me,” I insisted.
“Okay,” he said as he pulled them off and tossed them to me.
I sniffed them before putting them on. They smelled pretty strong to me but if he liked the smell, I thought, it must be a boy thing. I saw that he had stood and walked over to the window looking out over the front yard, so while I was pulling on my jeans I asked, “How’s the snow doing?”
“It’s still doing,” he said, “must be three feet or more. Ho ho, look at the snowman…it’s got a top hat without a brim.”
Sure enough, when I got to the window I saw that the snowman had a top hat about two feet tall. This was a strange snowfall. We usually have wind that makes the snow drift but this time there was no wind at all and the snow just piled up and up. “Mom and dad aren’t getting home today,” I said.
“No way are they getting home. I think I’ll call mom and tell her how deep the snow is here and that we’ll be okay,” Bobby said.
“Put it on speaker,” I said.
“Well, I was just thinking about it. I should wait until later, say four o’clock,” he turned to look at the clock and added, “It’s only twelve fifty-one now.”
“Okay, I think I’ll take a shower and a nap,” I said, adding, “That way if we get to watch porn tonight, I can stay awake.”
“Wanna take a shower together?” he asked.
“No,” I said without explanation.
It was nearly four when I woke from my nap. All I could think of was that Bobby would be calling mommy and I had to be there. I had taken my nap in the nude so I had to get dressed. I put on a flannel shirt without a bra, clean panties, and the tight jeans I had on that morning. I looked in the mirror while I brushed my hair. The loose fitting flannel shirt covered the fact that I was not wearing a bra.
Down in the family room I found Bobby asleep on the couch. I was about to wake him when the phone rang. He did not stir so I answered it. It was mommy and she asked what we had done all day. I told her about the waffles and the snowman. I told her about the snowball fight and the macaroni and cheese for lunch. “Sounds like you kids have been getting along,” mommy said
I told her we had and she asked if I thought we could get by till she and daddy got home some time tomorrow. I told her that I thought we could and if there is any problem we could call Mrs. Yates. She asked to talk to Bobby. I told her he was asleep and I would have to wake him. She said she would hold. I laid down the phone and went over to the couch where I shook him by the shoulder and said, “Mom’s on the phone.” He woke up slow like he usually did so I went back to the phone, “He’s coming but you know how slow he is. We figured at noon that there was no chance you would make it home today.” Mommy told me that she and daddy had already reserved a room at a motel and they were looking forward to having a vacation from us kids.
At this point Bobby grabbed the phone out of my hand. He listened for a moment and then said, Yeah, yeah…yeah, she does…yeah, I will mom…everything will be okay, don’t you worry…yeah…no…okay…you too.” He hung up the phone and turned to me. “We are alone tonight. She did say that if we had a problem that required calling Mrs. Yates, we’d both be grounded forever.”
“Well then you just can’t pick on me or I’ll call Mrs. Yates,” I teased as I moved close to him.
“You’d be grounded too,” he responded.