3 comments/ 36673 views/ 2 favorites Keeping Him By: jessy19 Celine Beckman felt her blood boiling as she watched her husband dancing with her. Her meaning Nancy Goodwin, a tall petite redhead. It was at Gilbert Kendrick's home, friend of the Beckman's celebrating his new position of District Attorney. Celine's husband, Victor worked as a police officer and often the couple got invited to fancy parties and dances. Nancy was a court reporter and knew a lot of the officials. She was always at the parties as well and that's where she'd met Celine and Victor. At first, Celine noticed Victor's eyes looking at the pretty young redhead. Nancy seemed to be staring at Victor as well. It was all innocent flirting at first. Celine tried to be open minded thinking that her husband would never cheat on her. Victor had grown up in a loving and respectable family with good morals. Celine did trust her husband but didn't trust the 30-year-old redhead. Nancy was very pretty, Celine had to admit. Any man would probably die to go out with her. Celine wasn't ugly at all. She was a bit older than Nancy being 38 years old and had shoulder length brown hair and soft brown eyes. Her body was kept very nice by going to the gym almost every day and watching what she ate. Her husband Victor was 41 and very handsome. His hair was jet-black and eyes ice blue. He too kept fit for his job and for himself. Celine leaned her head against a wall sipping on her third glass of wine. Victor and Nancy were dancing almost cheek to cheek and laughing. She could see Victor whispering things in Nancy's ear making her blush. Celine noticed all the other guests at the party staring at her wondering why in the world she wasn't the one dancing with her own husband. After dancing with Nancy, Victor looked across the room to see his jealous wife. Her eyes pierced at him. He knew she was angry. He excused himself with Nancy and made his way over to his wife. He had to admit she looked quite stunning in her long red velvet dress that was low cut showing off her nice small cleavage. "You don't look like you're enjoying yourself," Victor said sarcastically. "I'm not. If you danced any closer with that woman, I would have thought you'd be fucking her right here in front of everyone." Victor sighed. "Celine, let's not go through this again. I told you, she's a friend that's all." "Oh a friend? Yeah I really buy that." Victor grabbed a glass of wine as a waiter passed by and took a long hard sip. "You have to trust me. You know the way I am with women." Celine had to admit that it was true. Ever since she'd been married to Victor for over 12 years, she'd seen the way he flirted with other women. She couldn't figure out if it was just his charming ways or if indeed he was not a one-woman man. She'd held on to the marriage because she was in love with him. She was crazy about him. How could she not be? She felt lucky at times knowing he'd chosen her and not some other woman to marry. She knew a lot of married men cheated but yet they still always came home to their wives no matter what. "I know the way you are and I am getting tired of it. You should have seen the look on everyone's face when you were out there dancing with that….slut." Victor put his glass down. "She's not a slut Celine. Why do you think every woman that talks to me or is a bit nice to me is a slut?" "What do you want me to think? I mean would you like it if I were dancing with other men?" Victor shrugged. "It wouldn't bother me Celine. You know I trust you and you should trust me." Celine knew it was hopeless talking to her husband. * * * Heading back home they drove in silence. Celine looked out the window staring into the darkness of the night. She still felt angry with Victor for dancing almost the entire night with Nancy. He'd talked to Nancy more than he did with her. They pulled up to their driveway and Victor put the car on park still not saying a word. He got off the car not bothering to open Celine's door. Celine walked back into the house trailing her husband. She felt guilty for feeling jealous but then again she had every right to be jealous. Her biggest fear had always been to lose Victor to another woman. She couldn't have that. Throughout the years she began to understand why many women stay with their cheating husbands, to hold on to a marriage. Once Celine finished locking up, she found Victor drinking a glass of water in the kitchen. He looked at her and nodded his head. "This night would have been perfect if only you hadn't acted like such a child Celine." Celine's eyes saddened. "I'm sorry. I just hate seeing other women practically clawing you." He walked away again leaving her alone in the kitchen. She followed him to the bedroom and he was beginning to get out of his suit. His hard chest and stomach were exposed making Celine aroused. His pants came off next until he was left with his dark blue boxers and nothing else. Celine just stared at her handsome husband. A smile began to form on her lips. "What?" Victor asked frustrated. "I want to make love," Celine said softly. Victor kept his eyes on his wife. He sat down slowly on their king-sized bed. She reached behind and began to unzip her long dress. The dress slowly became loose falling off her shoulders and down her chest moving down to her long slender legs. Victor stared as she stood with her lacey red bra and matching red panties. Red was her color indeed. "Now that's the way I like you," Victor said playfully. Celine giggled and slipped out of her red heels letting the dress fall to the floor completely. She walked slowly towards her husband. Victor opened his arms out to her. He wrapped his arms around her tiny waist and kissed her flat belly very gently. Celine watched her husband trail kissed lower and his hands tugged at her panties beginning to pull them down. She eased back a bit letting her husband slip her red panties down her legs. She's shaved that morning, knowing he loved her to be baby smooth. Her panties came off and his hands went to unhook her bra from behind. "I love you," Celine said softly as her bra slowly came down her shoulders and fell of her chest. Her brown nipples were pert. "Mmm don't you look delicious? Lay back here baby. Let me fuck you," Victor rasped. Celine felt her heart flutter and lay on the bed. The feel of the satin sheets made her body tingle. Her husband leaned down and planted a long wet kiss on her lips. Their tongues met slowly gliding against one another. His hands went down to touch her breasts. He began to tug and pinch each nipple as they continued to kiss. Celine moaned in her husbands kiss. He always managed to excite her no matter what. He broke their passionate kiss and moved his mouth down to her breasts. He took turns sucking and licking her nipples. Celine loved his hands all over her. His touch was so warm and strong. He stood up and took his boxers off showing her his huge thick erection. Celine's mouth watered. "I need that in me," She whispered. "You shall have it my dear. But first I want to taste your pussy." Celine blushed and spread her legs open giving her husband full access of her pussy. He got on his knees at the edge of the bed and kissed her thighs slowly. She could feel his hot breath getting closer to her pussy. "Ooh god! Lick me!" She moaned. Victor stuck his head between his wife's legs and spread her pussy lips open letting her swollen clit peak out. He ran his tongue slowly up and down on it teasing her. Celine squirmed on the bed. "Yes! More! Lick me faster! Suck my clit!" She screamed out. Victor obeyed and let his tongue flick fast on his wife's aching clit. His lips clamped it as well making her moan and beg for more pussy eating. He loved the way she tasted so sweet and her juices were so warm coating his lips. Her smell was completely intoxicating. "Oh honey I need to cum! You're going to make me cum!" Celine cooed. Victor slipped one finger inside her moist hole letting her get more pleasure. Celine felt her body quivering from his tongue and lips. She didn't want to cum so soon but she couldn't hold back. Her body tightened and she felt her body explode. "Arrrhhhhgghhh! Mmmmgghhhh!" She cried out as her body shook violently. Victor could feel her pussy muscles constrict on his finger. Her juices oozed out slowly letting him lap them up. He raised his body up and kissed his wife letting her have a taste of her own sweet pussy. The couple kissed hard and with passion. Celine held her husband close never wanting that moment to go away. Her heart raced and she felt her body weak from the intense orgasm. "Baby, see what you do to me?" She said playfully. Victor laughed wickedly and raised his body up. He put her legs on his chest and looked at her pretty face. "We're not done yet sweetheart. It's my turn to cum. I'm going to shoot my load in you." Celine felt her pussy aching for her husbands cock. "Yes! Please do. Fuck me good!" Victor grabbed his hard on and aimed it to his wife's fuck hole. He slipped it in fast sine she was so wet. Her pussy grasped his cock nicely and he began to thrust his hips fucking her hard the way she liked it. "Hmmmghhh damn you feel so good. I know I'm going to cum so fuckin' hard in your pussy," Victor groaned. He moved his cock in and out fast making his balls slap on his wife's pussy. The room was filled with moans. Celine loved having him inside of her. He always made sure to put his cock deep inside of her making her cum every time. She loved the way he fucked her so fast and full on passion. "Mmm faster! Fuck me faster honey. Just ram that cock in and out of me!" Celine shrilled. "You like it fast don't you? You want my cock to fuck your pussy hard and fast don't you, you fuckin' slut." Celine felt her face turn red. She loved it when he called her nasty names while he fucked her. "I'm your whore please fuck me good! I need to cum on your cock!" Victor was thrusting harder now and going so fast it was making Celine's tits move around violently. He reached down and pinched her sensitive nipples hard making her almost yelp. Celine felt that hard rush once again. She wanted to cum. "Fuck! I'm going to cum! I'm going to cum on your cock!" She wailed. "I-I'm cumming too! Cum with me baby!" Victor grunted. Both came simultaneously. Celine felt her husband shoot his cum inside of her. It was three or four hard spurts followed two lighter ones. She loved feeling him unload all his cum inside of her. Victor collapsed next to his wife breathlessly. They kissed again and Celine snuggled up against her husband. She ran her hand all over his sweaty hard chest and smiled. She had him good. She knew she'd taken his mind off Nancy Goodwin. Or at least she hoped so. * * * "I told you a million times that he's no good," Jackie, Celine's sister was saying the next day over breakfast. Celine had told her about the previous night when Victor was dancing with Nancy. "I'm not going to leave him Jackie. It's easy for you to say because you've never been married. You don't know a single thing about marriage." Jackie took a sip of her orange juice and scoffed. "I may not know about marriage but I know about keeping my dignity." Celine sighed frustrated. She loved her younger sister more than anything, but she was tried of having Jackie always tell her to leave Victor and talk bad about him. Deep down Celine knew Jackie was halfway right though. "He's just a charming man that's all. He can't help it if women flirt with him." Jackie rolled her eyes. "Yeah that's a lame excuse. Celine, you're his wife and he should respect you enough not to be flirting with other women. He doesn't seem to respect you at all." "That's enough Jackie I don't want to talk about this. I'm telling you that I'm never leaving Victor no matter what. I love him and that's that." Jackie eyed her sister cautiously. "Just make sure you do the right thing. Don't stay in a marriage just because you feel you have to." "I'm not. I love Victor. I'd do anything to keep him. I'm not going to lay back and let any woman take my husband. Oh no! I'll fight for him." Jackie shook her head. "Sis, you are hopeless." * * * "Well now if it isn't my favorite cop!" Nancy squealed as she opened her front door. Victor smiled wickedly at his mistress and stepped inside his house putting his hands all over her body. He kissed her lips and neck full of passion. Nancy put her arms around her lover pulling him closer and she giggled feeling his hot breath all over her skin. "Whoa! Slow down there officer," she laughed. Victor growled holding her tight keeping her from escaping his embrace. "I'm not going to slow down damnit! I need you!" He picked her up and carried her over to her bedroom. It was their usual fuck fest on Saturday mornings. Victor worked on Saturdays until noon, but he always told Celine that he had to go in earlier. Nancy's little body fell on the bed and Victor began to take off his uniform. Nancy looked up at him smiling with her green eyes glowing. She let her fingers begin to untie her robe. She was completely naked underneath. Victor almost froze for a moment. He loved looking at his lover's naked body. She had big supple breasts with large dark nipples. Her pussy was almost shaved having only a small strip of soft red hair proving she was a natural redhead. He gulped and licked his lips. "You like what you see?" Nancy asked playfully. Victor could only nod. His cock was throbbing desperately wanting to be inside his lover. He finished removing his uniform and stood naked. His cock was sticking out and Nancy's eyes widened. She loved to look at his engorged member. "See how much you turn me on? Damnit Nancy I've never been so turned on by any other woman!" Victor grunted. Nancy bit her lower lip and blushed. "Well then, come get me. I need to be fucked so good right now Victor." Victor was about to get on the bed but she put her hand out. "Wait," she said and looked down at the floor where Victor's handcuffs were on the ground, "I want you to handcuff me to the bed." Victor felt his heart pounding. He never thought she'd ask to be handcuffed and be so submissive to him. A small wicked grin formed on his lips and he reached down to grab the cuffs. He got on the bed and Nancy had her arms over her head as she smiled at him. He handcuffed her to the bedpost. He stared at her having so many nasty things come to mind. "Now you have complete control over me. Fuck me anyway you want," Nancy said softly. Victor nodded. "Well then in that case, I have to change something here." Nancy felt him uncuff her and flip her over. He cuffed her back again and she turned to look back to him but he grabbed her hair and told her not to dare turn around. "Get on your knees baby I'm gonna fuck your ass," Victor rasped. Nancy felt excitement all through her body. She loved getting her lover's cock up her ass. Victor licked his index finger and slipped it inside Nancy's pussy. Nancy wailed immediately. She was already so wet. "Your pussy's so wet baby. You want to get it up your ass don't you?" Victor whispered. "Mmhhhmmm," Nancy moaned. "Tell me then. Beg for my cock up your ass," Victor said roughly pulling on her soft red hair. He pushed his finger further up Nancy's pussy. "Fuck my ass babe! Get your cock up my ass and make me cum! Please!" Nancy begged. Victor grabbed his cock and slapped her ass with it. "I'm not convinced you want it in your ass. Beg more damnit!" Nancy yelped as he pulled her hair harder. "Ahhh God! I need your cock up my ass so bad! Please! Fuck my ass! Fuck it!" Victor leaned down and spread her ass open. Her pink puckered hole became visible making his cock throb. He slipped his finger out of her drenched fuck hole and slipped it in her ass. Nancy squirmed and moaned. He moved his finger in and out slowly letting her get used to her ass being penetrated. "You like my finger up your ass?" Victor asked pulling her hair back and making her look at him. "Yes! I love it! I need your cock!" Nancy cried out. Victor leaned down and planted a kiss on his lover's lips. Their tongues slithered in each other's mouth as they shared a short but wet and sloppy kiss. "I'm so ready to be inside of you. Victor let her hair go and positioned himself to get ready to fuck Nancy up her ass. He lightly slapped her ass making her jolt. He aimed his cock to her tiny pink hole and began to slide his cock inside. Nancy moaned loudly in a high-pitched voice feeling her asshole stretch its limit to her lover's big cock. "Mmmggghhh!" She cried out. Victor didn't listen. He kept pushing his cock in loving the feeling of constriction. He felt her asshole swallowing up every inch of his cock. Victor groaned and slowly moved his cock in and out of his lover's asshole. He put his hands on her tiny waist and began to fuck her. Nancy squinted her eyes and moaned louder. She'd never had anal sex with anyone until she met Victor. She'd always seen anal as something dirty and gross, not to mention painful but now she loved it. "Fuck! You feel good! I'm going to cum so fast!" Victor muttered. He slipped his hand down and began to play with Nancy's pussy. He lightly pinched her clit with his fingers and massaged it. Nancy felt as if she was in heaven. His touch on her pussy was making her squirm and want more. "Ooh that feels good! Keep playing with my pussy!" She yelped. Victor took turns rubbing on her clit and fingering her wet pussy. He could feel his balls beginning to swell up full of cum. He wanted to make sure she came first so he slowed down and thrust his cock in and out very slowly enjoying the feeling of a tight little ass. He rubbed her clit harder feeling it swell up in his fingers. He flicked it fast with his fingers feeling her body tense up. Her arched and she felt her body shake. "I'm c-cumming! Oh Victor! Feel me cum!" Nancy screamed. Victor felt her juices sliding down his fingers and then began to thrust his hips hard making his cock ram into her ass fast and hard. His balls were slapping up against her pussy and his balls began to throb sending hot long shots of sperm into his lover's ass. "Arrrghhhhhh fuck! I'm cumming too! I'm fuckin' cumming!" Victor was panting as each shot of cum spurted out of his aching cock. Nancy could feel his hot sperm shooting hard inside of her making her body jerk with each shot. She loved taking his cum; in her mouth, up her pussy and her ass. "Jesus! That was fuckin' incredible!" Victor said breathlessly feeling his cock soften and slide out of Nancy's ass. He reached over to uncuff her and she fell on the bed completely spent. She was still shaken up by the amazing orgasm Victor gave her. Victor trailed kisses up her back and moved her hair out of her face. She was smiling and trying to catch her breath. "I love you," she said softly after a few seconds. Victor didn't hesitate. "I love you too." She turned her body until she was on her back. Victor traced his fingers on her breasts. "Victor? Are you planning on leaving Celine soon?" Victor looked uneasy. "Yes eventually, but-" "Ah I knew it. You want me to continue to wait longer. Well you know what? I can't." Victor looked confused. "That's right I can't. As much as I'm in love with you, I can't spend my entire life waiting and hoping you'll leave your wife." "Nancy, please try and understand me." "No Victor. I'm tired of all this fooling around in secret. I want everyone to know I'm with you." Victor sighed and laid back. He was in love with Nancy but feared leaving Celine. After all Celine had been with him for 12 years. He had seen other women besides Nancy but once he met Nancy, he couldn't see other women. She was an incredible woman and he couldn't deny that. Keeping Him Pure Ally stood regarding herself in her bathroom mirror having just finished brushing her teeth. She ran her tongue over the top row, admiring their whiteness and enjoying the minty flavor of her toothpaste. She swept the hair back from her forehead and considered wearing it up for the evening but decided against it and brushed the long dark locks, trying to smooth out their naturally wavy appearance. She took time to make sure that every button on her dark blue dress was buttoned. The dress itself was an old-fashioned style that went well below her knees and was one of several she only wore on rare occasions when she went to church. She was on her way over to her "boyfriend" Benny's house for dinner. She usually said the word "boyfriend" with air quotes because that was a good definition of their relationship. Benny came from a strict and religious household where his older brother hadn't even been allowed to date until he was away at college. Even then, he wasn't allowed to date until his parents had gone to the campus and met his prospective belle. The extent of Ally's relationship with Benny had consisted of being invited to his house for dinner or studying (and only when at least one of his parents was home) and spending time together at school whenever they could. They only had a couple classes together but they sat together at lunch and rode the same bus home together. The pair held hands whenever they were away from his house or away from the prying eyes of his younger brother at school. Ally and Benny had snuck a few kisses here and there but that was it. Benny's mother had once stated "Teen hormones come straight from the Devil's spice rack," and she, along with his father, had done seemingly everything to keep Ally and Benny's hands far away from each other. Benny lived a few streets from Ally and it was an easy walk to get there. The exterior of Benny's house spoke to the wholesome family which lived within. Everything from the well-manicured lawn to the storybook white picket fence to the "Bless Our Home" sign by the front door. Ally made her way to the front door and rang the doorbell. Benny's mom opened the door and greeted Ally, "Hello Alejandra, good to see you!" She always insisted on using Ally's full name. Although Alejandra was her given name, nobody called her by it, not even my own mother. She went by Ally or on rare occasions, Al. Even Benny, whose real name was Benjamin, insisted on using Ally's full name whenever they were around his parents. "Hello Mrs. Parker" Ally replied. As cliche as it seemed, Benny's mom looked like she'd just escaped from the set of 'Leave It To Beaver.' Her long blonde hair was always up in a bun and her plain dresses always came several inches below her knees. She was rather tall for a woman at 5'10 and her slim frame was likely the result of constant house upkeep. Her simple use of makeup highlighted an attractive face that might have belonged to that of someone in their 30s rather than her actual 40s. Benny's mom invited Ally in and guided her to the living room where Benny and his little brother Matt (Matthew...) were watching the Cartoon Network. "Dinner will be ready in a few minutes, make yourself at home." And with that, Mrs. Parker strode off to the kitchen. "Hey Ally!" Benny said, jumping up as soon as his mom was in the next room. "Hello Alejandra," Matt said dryly over his shoulder without turning in his chair. Ally made a face at him but he was too busy watching Looney Tunes. Matt was only a couple years younger than Benny and looked like a male clone of their mother; blonde hair, green eyes, and tall frame included. Benny took after their father and had short brown hair and chestnut colored eyes. He was more solidly built than his younger brother but was about the same height even though he was older. While Matt's face was soft, Benny's face was angular and had a strong jawline. Benny and his brother were dressed in white dress shirts and black slacks and looked like they were on their way out to sell Bibles door to door. Ally and Benny made small talk and watched Bugs Bunny make a fool of Elmer Fudd for a few minutes before Mrs. Parker called them to dinner. Mr. Parker called to say he was still stuck at work so it was only going to be the four of them for dinner. Dinner was uneventful and after it was over, Ally went into the living room with Benny and Matt to set up a board game while Mrs. Parker did the dishes. When she was finished, she joined them while they played the game of 'Life.' Even the religious nature of their home crept into the game. Benny's parents felt that youngsters playing a game in which players got married and had children sent the wrong ideas. Benny's parents had gone to great lengths to literally carve out the spots on the board where players were either supposed to get married or have children. One of them had taken the trouble to use hobby paint to paint over the empty spaces and had written 'Sunday Service' and players were expected to 'tithe' ten percent of whatever their career salary was. The four of them played the game while Mrs. Parker occasionally left the room to check on the chocolate chip cookies she was baking. During one of her trips to the kitchen, Ally took her turn and when she went to spin the dial, she did it so hard that it sailed off the board towards Benny and rolled off the table. Benny bent down to get it and when Ally heard the sharp intake of breath, she knew what he was looking at. For the past several minutes, Ally had been casually hiking her dress up bit by bit until it was up to her waist in the front. No doubt Benny was now staring slack-jawed at her white panties. Ally spread her legs and was rewarded with what sounded like Benny's head banging into the bottom of the table. When he sat back up in his chair, Ally hid her face in her hands and shot him a knowing glance as he positioned the dial back on the board. She was grinning from ear to ear as she spun again, this time with less force. Her face and chest were hot with excitement from her act of exhibitionism. Mrs. Parker returned and play continued. The minutes passed and Ally mentally replayed the look on Benny's face when he had come from under the table. Ally and Benny occasionally locked eyes and when they did, her face would break into a grin and she'd look away. "Would anyone like a glass of water," Mrs. Parker asked a short time later. "Yes, I would, thank you," Ally replied. Benny and Matt declined and Mrs. Parker once again went into the kitchen. Matt was moving his car around the game board when Ally's eyes met Benny's. Her face again broke into a grin but instead of looking away as she had been, she made a very slight downward motion with her finger. Benny stared back with a puzzled expression. Ally's face and chest became warm again and she pointed at him and made a downward motion with her finger. Benny caught on to what she wanted and casually nudged some of his play money off the edge of the table. When he bent down to get it, Ally knew he was looking under the table at her. She once again had her dress lifted up to her waist and knew her panties were on display. Ally's arm shook with anticipation as she dropped her right hand below the table and brought it to rest in her lap. She traced her fingers along her inner right thigh to the edge of her panties. She hesitated for a moment before tracing them across her panty-covered pussy. Her jaw clenched and her heart raced as she touched herself, knowing Benny was under the table watching her. She made a small circle over her lips with her index and middle fingers. A moan almost escaped her mouth when she pressed down lightly on her clitoris but she caught the sound in her throat and it ended up sounding like a high-pitched cough. She touched it again before bringing her hand back above the table. Benny finished gathering his money and sat back up. Ally felt like she was gonna pass out with the sudden rush of blood surging into her head. She felt herself getting wet and absently rubbed her thighs together. She bit her lower lip and forced herself to stop moving her legs. She could feel Benny's eyes on her but she wouldn't meet his glance and kept her head down, pretending to count her money. Her body felt hot all over and she was thankful when Benny's mom returned with her water. "Ally are you feeling well?" she asked. "Yes just a little dehydrated I think," Ally quickly replied, taking the water. Mrs. Parker's eyes wandered over to Benny. His face broke into a guilty grin that only a child with his hand in the cookie jar could make. She stared at him for several more moments with raised eyebrows and looked as though she was going to say something but didn't. The game continued while Ally replayed her performance in her head. She occasionally looked across the table at Benny but he seemed either too caught up in the game to look at her or too worried about his mother sitting nearby. Ally audibly cleared her throat which got Benny's attention. When they made eye contact, he quickly looked down at the game board. Ally put a hand over her mouth to hide her smile. She kept her eyes on him, willing him to look up. When he did, she shot a sideways glace at his mother who was about to spin the dial. Ally looked back at Benny and made a downward motion with her finger. Her body was so hot with anticipation about what she was about to do that she was tempted to pour the rest of her glass of water over her head. Benny's eyes widened as if to say "My mom is right there!" Ally made a more insistent motion with her hand as Benny's mom moved her game piece on the board. "Oh no, is that a scuff?" Benny said, sitting back and looking down at his shoes. As Benny's head went under the table, Ally's hand went under the table as well. Her hand traveled over her stomach to the side of her panties. She grabbed the edge and paused for a moment, her fingers shaking, and then pulled them aside, exposing her bare pussy to him. Ally imagined Benny picking his eyeballs up off the floor and putting them back in his head as he gazed at her plump, pouty lips. There was a patch of dark hair above them and the faintest appearance of hair on her pussy. Ally only kept her panties to the side for a moment but she was sure the image of her sexy womanly fruit had been seared into his brain. As he sat back up, Ally bit down on her tongue to try to keep the huge smile off of her face. She leaned forward over the board and took her turn spinning the dial. Her breasts, not much more than a handful, pressed into the table as she sat forward. She shuddered as her nipples rubbed against the edge of the table. Her heart felt like it was about to beat out of her chest. Her skin felt prickly all over. Out of the corner of her eye she could see Benny's mom staring a hole into the side of his head. Benny's mom didn't say anything but there was a definite look of disapproval on her face. Ally sank back into her chair and wished for nothing more at that moment than a cold shower. They finished playing the game and went into the living room while Mrs. Parker brought in the cookie's she had baked. They chatted and ate and before long, Benny's mom said it was getting a bit late, which Ally took as her cue to leave. She thanked them all for a wonderful evening as Mrs. Parker led her to the door. As she walked down the short path from their house, Mrs. Parker called out to her, "Hold on a minute Alejandra," and shut the front door behind her. Ally froze in her tracks as the older woman came to meet her. She had an irritated look on her face as she approached. She stood close and Ally suddenly felt much shorter than her own 5'7 as Benny's mom towered over her. "Alejandra, you're a...," she paused, seemingly changing her words mid-sentence, "an interesting young lady. I know my son cares for you and you for him. But that's no excuse. Now, I know the Devil was hard at work tonight but I trust that this was an isolated incident. As long as he lives under my roof, you will not engage in any such shenanigans. Do I make myself clear?" Although Ally knew she had been busted, she feigned ignorance. "What do you mean?" Ally asked in as innocent a tone as she could manage. Mrs. Parker's brow furrowed and she hissed, "What do I mean? I mean you trying to get him to look up your dress!" Ally wasn't sure what to say in response so she said nothing. Mrs. Parker leaned in closer causing Ally to retreat a step back. Mrs. Parker's expression turned darker, and she lowered her voice to a whisper, "Do you take me for a fool!? I know you were trying to show him your pussy!" Ally's eyes widened at Mrs. Parker's use of the word. To hear that word come from her mouth, it might as well had come from the Pope's mouth. Ally started to stammer a response but no words came out. Mrs. Parker pointed toward the street and Ally turned, walked through the gate of their white picket fence and went home. Spring Break started the next day so Ally wasn't able to see Benny at school. He wasn't allowed to talk to her on the phone except to invite her to dinner or to come over to study or occasionally invite to attend church with him and his family. A couple weeks ago, Ally had been invited to attend Good Friday service with them. Ally had circled the date on the calendar in her room. The date fell on the last day of their spring break. As the days dragged along, she waited with both anticipation and dread of seeing them. Several times a day she thought back to the show she had put on for Benny. Her nipples hardened each time she thought back to the silly grin Benny had on his face after she'd shown him her pussy. As glorious as their under-table adventure had been, she was also troubled by the thought that she had been caught by Mrs. Parker. Well, mostly caught. As far as Mrs. Parker seemed to know, Ally had only "tried" to get Benny to look up her dress. She was apparently in the dark about the fact that not only had she let him look up her dress at her panties, but had practically fingered herself in front of him and had shown him what was under her panties. At first Ally worried that Mrs. Parker might tell her mother but the days passed and that never happened. Instead, Ally started to fear that Mrs. Parker might forbid her to come back to their home. But Mrs. Parker's parting comments had seemed to suggest she could continue to see her son so long as she conducted herself in an upstanding manner. As luck (or unluck) would have it, the weather grew unseasonably cold and an early spring snowstorm ripped through their area in the middle of the week. As a result, the Good Friday service was canceled. Ally wasn't sure how to feel about it until she received a call from Benny's mother inviting her to a Good Friday dinner at their house. Mrs. Parker didn't mention anything about her last visit to their house and nothing in her tone indicated she was still upset about it. On Friday Ally donned another of her old-fashioned dresses, a forest green one this time. She pulled on a pair of snow boots and trudged through the snow to Benny's house. Despite the frosty temperature, her body was warm and her lower back felt slightly sticky. When she got to the door, she knocked and it was opened almost immediately by Mr. Parker. "Hey! Alejandra! Good to see you," he said. Like his wife, he preferred to use Ally's whole name. He always appeared genuinely happy to see her and his voice seemed to take on a singsong quality whenever he addressed her directly. His voice was deep and crisp. You'd think he was a Christian radio DJ instead of a computer programer. He was in his 40s like Mrs. Parker and he had an athletic frame, no doubt the result of many hours spent maintaining the exterior of their house. He always kept his brown hair cut into a close high and tight that made him look like he'd just left Marine Corps training at Parris Island. "Hi Mr. Parker," Ally said in return as he motioned her inside and shut the door. He led her into the living room where he had been reading some sort of religious magazine. Benny and Matt were sitting on the couch watching 'Finding Nemo' and Mrs. Parker greeted her from the kitchen. Ally flinched a little at the sound of her voice. Benny looked at Ally with a sheepish grin but otherwise avoided eye contact. "Do you need any help Mrs. Parker?" Ally hesitantly asked. Ally was surprised by how quiet and hollow her voice sounded. Mrs. Parker stuck her head out from the kitchen, "No make yourself at home," she said. She smiled and went back into the kitchen. Ally breathed a sigh of relief. Mr. Parker took her coat and Ally walked to the chair on the opposite end of the couch from where he had been sitting. She eyed the middle couch seat between Benny and his brother but didn't dare sit there. As she sat down, she noticed Mr. Parker seem to evaluate her dress and after an apparent nod of approval, went back to reading his magazine. Nothing in his speech or body language suggested that he knew about the incident from the last time she was at their house. Ally silently rejoiced at that. Mrs. Parker came into the room a short time later. "Honey I need to run out and grab a half-dozen eggs, I'll be back soon," she said. "But the roads are still a mess out there," Mr. Parker said frowning. "Do you have to have them?" "Yes, I used the last of them in the casserole," Mrs. Parker replied. Mr. Parker seemed unconvinced until Mrs. Parker turned to face Ally. Ally shrank back into the chair cushions. "Ally can go with me, it'll be fine," Mrs. Parker said. Mr. Parker regarded Ally briefly and then added, "Matthew, why don't you go with the ladies." Mrs. Parker started to say something but kept quiet. "Sure thing Pop," Matthew said standing up. Mrs. Parker turned to face Ally once more, narrowing her eyes slightly, "I'll meet you outside." Ally considered making an excuse to go home but instead went out to meet Mrs. Parker and Matt at their white Dodge Caravan. The three of them climbed in, Ally in the front seat and Matthew sitting behind his mom. Christian rock came out of the speakers when Mrs. Parker started the minivan. Once they were out on the main street, she turned up the volume and gave Ally a smile that made her uncomfortable. Ally's hands were under her legs and she was quietly digging her nails into the seat as the music in the car seemed to press on her chest. Mrs. Parker pulled to a traffic light and finally spoke, "Thank you for accompanying me to the store Alejandra." "It's no problem," her reply was barely audible. They continued on in more silence until they came to another traffic light. Mrs. Parker flashed a glance at her rearview mirror. Matthew was singing along to 'Stained Glass Masquerade'. She turned to Ally and seemed to be trying to choose her next words carefully. She leaned across the seats and spoke in a whisper that Ally barely heard over the music, "For your sake, I really hope that we are able to get through dinner tonight without incident." The embarrassment of her bringing up the events from the previous dinner made Ally want to open the door and throw herself out into traffic. Ally broke her gaze and meekly replied, "I'm...I'm sorry about that. It won't happen again." "See that it doesn't. This thing will get you into trouble--" and she suddenly reached across the seat and grabbed the front of Ally's dress, right at her crotch. Ally gave a shout and jumped so much you would've thought she'd been stabbed with a hot fireplace poker. She looked over her shoulder toward the backseat but Matthew was looking out the window still singing along to the radio. Mrs. Parker's fingers curled around and cupped Ally's pussy through her clothing.