Body
Language
Back when I was about twenty, my old dad said to me, over a beer one day, “A divorced woman is a bit like a used car.” I had to ask him what he meant by that, and he clarified by saying, “Just remember, a man gets rid of a used car for a reason.” Looking back, I’m not sure if he was just making blokey conversation, or whether he was actually offering me some fatherly advice, but sadly he never lived to see my own wedding day himself, seven years later. He’d been gone two years by then, after we lost him to cancer, but if he had been there to see me tying the knot with Lyndall, I sometimes wonder if he would have reminded me.
Technically, Lyndall wasn’t divorced, because she’d never
actually been legally married, but she’d been in a de-facto relationship for
about six years, so she was the nearest thing to a divorcee. She already had
two kids when I met her, so I kind of got a package deal when we got married,
with a ready-made family, consisting of a wife and two young girls: Krystal,
who was seven, and Karla, who was only four years old.
I’ve got to say, Lyndall and I were happy for the first few
years, or at least I know I was. I grew to love those two girls like they were
my very own, and they grew to love me right back. Lyndall and I also tried for
another baby, but mid-term, she developed some complications, and she lost him.
That’s right; we would have had a son, but fate decided otherwise, and the
doctors told us that another pregnancy would probably kill her, so I went in
for the snip, and had a vasectomy, so there was no chance of that ever
happening. We decided it was better for me to get the snip than for Lyndall to
get her tubes tied, because her body had been through enough as it was.
I remember, the doctor emphasising that the procedure was permanent,
and then asking me if I was prepared to accept that it was irreversible, in
case my marriage didn’t work out down the track, but I laughed at that, and
said, “I’m married to the woman of my dreams, and that’s just not gonna
happen.” How was I to know what the future held?
Looking back, it almost seems that losing the baby was a
turning point, but things were never the same after that. Lyndall said she’d
sailed through both her pregnancies with the girls, so it must have been
something that came from my side. She was bitter for a long time, and I told
myself it was hormonal, then when things didn’t improve with time, I just tried
to ride it out, but I really don’t think things were ever the same again. Not
that it was all bad times, though. We had long periods, years in fact, when
things were really good, and I had my wife and two great kids to come home to,
and when the bad times came, I just accepted that this was how life worked.
Those two girls were great. They rarely gave us any grief,
and they made our married life so much better. They became very close to me,
and often when Lyndall and I argued, they would take my side, not that I needed
backup from two young kids, but it just shows the bond that had developed
between us. Things got really bad for a period between Lyndall and me, around
the time Karla started high school, and as far as Lyndall was concerned, I just
couldn’t do anything right, but then we kind of got over that, and settled back
into normal family routine for the next couple of years. I stuck it out,
telling myself that I loved her, and I loved those girls too much to walk out,
even though I was sorely tested a few times, but then, when Karla was sixteen,
Lyndall got pregnant.
She told me the vasectomy must have failed, but these things
can only stay hidden for so long. It turned out she’d been screwing a sleazy
little guy called Vinnie for ages, and Vinnie had told her a little white lie,
saying he’d had a vasectomy as well. Lyndall had been playing an unwitting game
of sexual Russian roulette for months, but unfortunately, Vinnie wasn’t really
shooting blanks at all, and one must have hit the target.
The pregnancy ended in a miscarriage, and Vinnie disappeared
for a while, but once again, Lyndall and I stayed together, for Karla’s sake, I
told myself, because by this time, Krystal was nineteen, and although she was
still living at home with us, she was already working full-time, and was old
enough to fend for herself if the marriage broke up.
A year later, Vinnie was back on the scene, and in spite of
what he’d done to Lyndall the first time, she got back with him again, and
incredibly, she moved out of our place, to move in with him. The night she
moved out, two weeks after Karla’s seventeenth birthday, things got very
ugly at our place.
Lyndall managed to drag up something from every argument
we’d had, in thirteen years together, and throw it in my face, and I put Vinnie
through our front screen door, although I didn’t bother to open it first. Karla
finished off the evening’s entertainment, by screaming at her mother, “Go and fuck
yourself! You’re not a mother, you’re not even fit to be called one!” and then,
adding, “Go and fuck your sleazy little boyfriend, see if we care! We’ll
be happy without you!” as Vinnie reversed his car out of the driveway, with
Lyndall stone-faced in the front seat next to him. Karla hardly ever swore, so
her tirade made the whole thing much more disturbing.
That night, the three of us, Karla, Krystal and me, slept in
my queen-size bed, the two girls huddled together on one side, crying
themselves to sleep, while I lay on the other side of the bed, my anger at the
hurt Lyndall had caused my two girls blotting out any pain I felt on my own
behalf.
The next day, we got up and started our new lives together,
without Lyndall, and in time, we got things going really well. We were a
family, a man and his two stepdaughters, we all got on perfectly together, and
every day, the girls did things to show me they loved me.
For sisters, Karla and Krystal weren’t much alike. Krystal,
at twenty, was very much like her mother to look at, being tall, fair-haired
and curvy, with a pretty face. She was a looker, with rounded, perky breasts,
and a beautifully shaped backside that got a lot of second glances from guys
when she walked past. Karla, on the other hand, was more like her father, being
tall and slender, with dark hair, and a little darker complexion than Krystal.
Both girls had brown eyes, and their mother’s mouth, although when I say that,
it means their mouths resembled their mother’s to look at, and not because of
what came out of them.
Karla was about five feet eight inches tall, and was slim
built, like her natural father. She wasn’t straight up and down like Olive Oyl,
but was just slender, with a few modest, girlish curves, just the same. Her
boobs were fairly small, but were nice enough in shape, and her bottom, while
not the traffic-stopper her sister had been blessed with, was still worth a
second look, especially in the cute little denim shorts she liked to wear in
summer. Those shorts also used to show off her legs, and while they were still
a little on the thin side, they definitely had a nice shape to them.
If Karla wasn’t a stunner to look at, she made up for it
with a certain amount of style. She was bright, she spoke well, she had a ready
wit, nice manners, and rarely swore or used foul language. She didn’t smoke,
and she was fairly popular at school. All in all, Karla was a really great
girl, and I was proud to have helped bring her up this way.
Not long after Karla turned eighteen, she got her first
boyfriend. His name was Anthony, and he was two years older than she was. He
was a decent enough young guy, and he had a job, dressed respectably and had
good manners, so she could have done a lot worse. Nobody needed to tell me that
Karla lost her virginity to Anthony, I just knew. It was little things, like
their body language, a subtle change in Karla’s demeanour, and of course, as
homicide detectives often say on TV, Anthony had motive and opportunity. She
was still in high school, in her final year, but even as close as we were, with
no mother around to handle the issue, I felt a bit strange about talking to her
about contraception, so I had a word with Krystal, who had a word with Karla,
and then took her to the doctor to get a prescription for the pill. Maybe Mike
Brady might have handled it differently, but at least I did something.
Karla and Anthony kind of petered out after a few months,
and it wasn’t like some traumatic break-up; they just stopped going out
together, but remained on good terms, with no fuss or bother. Then, Krystal
moved out of our house, to move in with her boyfriend, so by the time Karla was
eighteen-and-a-half years old, there were just the two of us living there.
By that stage of my life, things seemed to be going okay. I
was forty-one years old, and I’d gotten over losing Lyndall to her sleazebag
boyfriend, but although I’d had a couple of brief flings, and one or two
one-night stands since she walked out, I didn’t have a woman in my life. Karla
was in her last year of high school, with a part-time job at McDonalds after
school and on weekends, and she was living happily at home with me, and we
looked after each other as best we could. All in all, I thought life was pretty
good.
About halfway through that year, my niece, Jenna, got
married to her fiancé, whose name was Damien. Jenna’s father was my elder
brother, Frank, and although his four daughters weren’t related to my girls by
blood, they all considered themselves to be cousins, and they got on famously
together. Naturally, Karla, Krystal and I were invited to the wedding, which,
ironically, was held in the same church where Lyndall I got married fourteen
years earlier.
The wedding was on a Saturday afternoon, with the reception
held afterwards, in a function centre, not far from the church. I had given
Krystal and Karla my Visa card during the week, to go and buy a new outfit for
Karla to wear to the wedding, and I had trusted their judgement in getting her
something appropriate, but I hadn’t had a chance to see what they had bought
for her. Shortly before we were due to leave for the wedding, I called out to
her down the corridor towards her bedroom, “You ready?”
Karla stepped from her bedroom, wearing a sleeveless, formal
dress that was knee-length, and deep purple in colour, with black lace rim. The
neckline showed off some of her modest cleavage, and the dress hugged her
slender curves on the way down. She had a silver necklace, with matching
earrings, her dark hair was up, and then to top it off, she was wearing black
high heels. She rarely wore heels, not that she needed them, and when she
stepped out of her room, she walked a bit like a young foal finding its feet.
Her air of elegance and sophistication was in contrast with her coltish gait,
as she walked down towards me, and I said, “You look, umm,” but I paused, to
think of an adequate word, and then just settled for, “beautiful.”
“Well, don’t sound so surprised,” Karla said, smiling as she
walked up to me. With her heels, she was only about an inch shorter than I was,
and she added, “You don’t look too bad, yourself,” as she looked me up and
down.
She gave my suit a quick adjustment, by tugging at the
shoulders, and then at the bottom of the jacket, and she stood back for another
look, and said, “There, perfect. Watch out ladies, Allan Maxwell’s dressed up
in his best suit, and he’s on the prowl.”
“Come on,” I said, and Karla linked arms with me as we
walked towards the front door. She had only passed her driving test a few
months before, after three attempts, and she liked to drive the car every
chance she got, so she grabbed the keys from the side table, and said, “Can I
drive?” and headed for the driver’s door, without waiting for an answer. She
took off her heels in the car, and she drove to the church in her stockinged
feet, and then as she sat with the driver’s door open, putting on her heels
again, she looked up at the church, and said to me, “This is where you and Mum
got married, isn’t it?”
She was only four when I married her mother, and I wasn’t
sure if she’d remember, but I said, “Yeah,” without elaborating, and as she
took my arm to walk over to the group of guests waiting outside in the sun, she
said, “Happy memories, then.” Her tone was ironic.
“I got you and Krystal out of it, so I’m not complaining,” I
answered, smiling back at her. “We aren’t, either,” was her reply.
After the wedding, we adjourned to the reception, where
Krystal, along with her boyfriend, Dale, Karla, and I were seated near the
bridal table. Early in the evening, the deejay played an appropriate song, as
Jenna and her new husband did their bridal waltz around the floor. Then, he
invited everyone else up to join the happy couple in a slow dance. “Dance with
me?” Karla said, giving me a smile. “My pleasure, young lady,” I
responded.
We got up together, and walked to the floor, and we took
hold of each other to join the other couples waltzing around the room, and as I
held my pretty, eighteen-year-old stepdaughter in my arms, in her pretty purple
dress, with her sweet, stylish perfume, I felt to my embarrassment, that my
cock suddenly went rock hard. I shifted my stance slightly, so my erection
wouldn’t press against her, and after a minute or two of awkward dancing, Karla
said, “I’m not made of crystal, you know.”
Preoccupied as I was by what was happening in my pants, I
didn’t understand her properly, and I thought she had said something about her
sister, Krystal. I looked over at our table, to where Krystal had been sitting,
but she was now on the floor, slow-dancing with Dale. “What are you talking
about?” I asked.
“You’re holding me like you think I’m gonna break in half,”
Karla said, speaking low so no-one else would hear, “What’s wrong?”
She adjusted her own stance and pulled me in closer to
herself, but within only two beats of the music, my hard tool bumped her lower
belly through our clothing. “Oh,” she said, looking down. I felt hot with
shame, and all I could say was, “Sorry. I’m really sorry.”
“Now I know why you didn’t want to get too close,” she
smiled, leaning closer, so she could speak quietly.
“Look,” I started, “I’m really sorry about that. Do you want
to sit down?”
“No!” Karla said, as though sitting down was a
totally ridiculous idea, “It’s all right. Your body doesn’t know who I am,” she
said, as she calmly adjusted her own pelvis and her own stance, so my horn
wasn’t touching her.
“But you’re my stepdaughter,” I said, looking down, still
burning with shame.
“So what?” Karla said, breezily, still smiling, still
dancing, “It’s not like we haven’t been properly introduced.” Then, she leaned
in so our faces were close, as we danced, and added, “Although, I gotta say,
I’m a little surprised Mum left you if you had that to bring to the
table.”
We both giggled explosively, and quite a few people looked
around at us. After we had regained our composure, Karla kept eye contact me
with me, as though she didn’t want to look at anyone else, and said, “I can’t
believe I said that.” At least the laughter and conversation made my erection
subside, and we had one more slow dance, before the deejay put on a rap song,
and Karla said, “Not your style, is it?” We left the floor to rejoin Krystal
and her boyfriend.
“What was so funny out there?” Krystal asked.
“I stepped on Allan’s toe,” Karla answered, to my relief.
“Heels,” I added, to help out.
“I guess you had to be there,” Krystal said, looking at us
like we were two very odd people.
Later in the evening, I stood with my brother, Frank, and
his daughter, Jenna, the radiant new bride, as we watched the couples on the
dance floor. There was another slow song playing, and there were only about
half a dozen couples dancing to it, including Karla and Krystal, who were slow
dancing with each other, doing exaggerated dips and turns, laughing, giggling
and generally having a ball together.
“You’ve done a great job with those two,” Frank said, as my
two girls paraded across the floor in a parody of the tango, “especially the
Little One, all by yourself, since Lyndall fucked off.” Frank was a man who didn’t mince words,
hence his use of the words, “fucked off,” and The Little One had been his
nickname, and term of endearment, for Karla, ever since he met her, when she
was four years old, and so much smaller than her big sister. He still referred
to her by that name, even though The Little One was now only a few inches
shorter than he was, and Karla herself, who loved him dearly, would still send
him birthday cards, signed, “Your loving niece, Karla, a.k.a. The Little One.”
“Those two girls love you more than anything, Uncle Allan,”
Jenna added, but somehow, after what had happened earlier on the dance floor,
all this praise for my standing as a stepfather made me feel like some sort of
fraud. “I was just lucky,” I guess,” I answered, as modestly as I could.
In time, the reception ended, and everybody left. There was
a feeling of happiness, and hope for the future in the air, as we watched Jenna
and Damien leaving the centre in a hired limo, with everyone smiling, hugging
each other, promising to keep in touch, and Karla and I were among the last to
leave. On the way home, as Karla drove, and I sat in the passenger seat, she
said, “Well, Jenna’s all married up, now. I guess she and Damien’ll be making
sweet music together before long.” She chuckled, and added, “I guess that’s
what weddings are all about, you know, romance, love, yada yada yada,” and then
she added, like it was an afterthought, “making love.” She turned to smile at
me, like she was waiting for a reply, and then looked back at the road, but I
didn’t answer. I didn’t think I had much to offer on the subject of marriage.
After a moment, Karla went on with, “Come on, Al, I’m trying
to get a conversation going over here, but you’re not helping much. I’m getting
sore gums from flapping them.” She only ever called me Al when she was fooling
around with me like that, because she knew I preferred being called Allan.
“After my experience with marriage, I don’t think I’ve got
much to say about that subject,” I said, keeping my tone light, and ending with
a smile, so I didn’t sound like I was whining.
Karla took one hand off the wheel, and gave my arm a gentle
squeeze, and said, “Your marriage gave you two charming, charismatic young
stepdaughters, oozing with panache, who love you to pieces. So it wasn’t
all bad, was it?”
I reached over and gave Karla’s arm a squeeze back, and I
said, “When you put it that way, I did have pretty successful marriage, didn’t
I?”
Karla and I arrived home, and we went inside to the family
room, where I wasted no time in taking off my tie and jacket. As I stood there,
Karla casually put a hand on my shoulder to steady herself while she took off
one high heel shoe, then the other, and placed them together beside the couch. I
looked around the room, thinking it was too early to go to bed, and Karla said,
“Would you like some coffee?”
“Yeah, sounds good,” I said, and Karla flicked on the TV
with the remote, and she added, “Let’s watch the late movie. I’ll find a
foreign one with subtitles, so we can laugh at it, even if it’s not a comedy.
I’m not tired, are you?” I shook my head and sat on the end of the three-seater
couch, near the right arm.
A few minutes later, Karla came back in from the kitchen,
with two mugs of coffee, and set them down on the coffee table. I saw that she
had taken off her stockings, but was still wearing that pretty purple dress,
along with her earrings and necklace. She really looked beautiful.
Karla and I were very close, and it was not unusual for her
to sit right next to me, or to lean against me, even when there was plenty of
room on the couch. It was a habit she started as a small child, and had never
really grown out of. She sat next to me on the couch, on my left side, and as
she so often did, she sat right up against me. I felt the warmth from her
girlish, young body through that thin material of her dress for a moment, and
then I remembered what had happened on the dance floor, so I shrank back
slightly.
Karla responded by shuffling her bottom a little, to get
closer to me, still looking at the TV screen, and once more, I shrank back a
little, as I thought about how ashamed I felt when I got hard at the touch of
her body, while we waltzed. Karla turned, smiling at me, smiling, and said,
“What?”
“What do you mean?” I said, looking at her.
“You keep shuffling away,” Karla said, “like I’ve got the
plague or something.”
“No, I’m not,” I lied.
Then, a look of realisation came over Karla’s face, and she
said, “Oh, I know what it is. On the dance floor tonight. You’re worried it
might happen again.”
I looked down, avoiding her gaze. “I don’t know what was
going on,” I mumbled.
“Allan,” Karla said, waiting till I looked up, “That’s just
natural. You were holding onto a girl, and, you know, things just happened.”
Then, she added, “When it stops happening, that’s when you can start
worrying.” Her smile was a mixture of sweetness and irony.
“Let’s not talk about it, okay,” I said, trying to get away
from the subject. Karla shuffled towards me, smiling mischievously, but I was
now up against the right arm of the couch, with nowhere to go. I shrank back as
far as I could, but she turned on her bottom as she sat next to me, put her
feet up on the other end, and lay down on my lap, so her head was now resting
on the right arm of the couch. “See?” she said, smiling up at me, “You can’t
get away.”
“Come on,” I said, “Now, you’re being silly.”
“You’re the one being silly,” Karla said, still lying across
my lap, “carrying on over nothing. So what, you got a horn. Big deal. Guys get
‘em all the time.” She reached up with her right hand, and touched the left
side of my chin, and said, “Actually, it’s a bit of a compliment.”
“Hey!” I said, gently placing her hand back on her belly
with my left hand, “Let’s not go there.”
“Tell me honestly,” Karla said, her voice softer but more
serious now, “Have you ever looked at me or Krystal, and thought about it.”
“No,” I said, seriously.
“We’re not related, really,” Karla persisted.
“You’re my stepdaughters,” I said.
“Okay,” Karla went on, “But if you forget all about the
stepdaughter thing for a moment, and just look at me. Tell me honestly, do you
find me attractive?”
“Of course, you’re attractive,” I answered.
“No,” Karla answered, emphatically, “you’re not answering
the question. Do you find me attractive?”
“Karla, you’re my child,” I said, and I could hear the
exasperation in my own voice.
“I was your child,” Karla said, “and you’ve given me
a great life and I’m really happy, but I’m not a child any more. I’m eighteen.
That makes me an adult.” Her tone changed a little, and she added, “We’re both
adults. So, I’m just asking you a question. Do you find me attractive?”
“You have to stop this,” I said, keeping it serious, “it’s
not right.”
“I’m just asking,” Karla went on, undeterred, “Say you never
knew me. Say you saw me walking down the street. I’m an eighteen year old girl,
and you’ve never seen me before. You never had a stepdaughter, and you’ve never
seen me before, okay.”
I looked at Karla, and I could see this seemed to be
important to her, so I said, “Hop up.” She looked at me, questioningly, and I
said, “Hop up, and stand in front of me. So I can look at you.” Karla stood up,
a little hesitantly, as though she thought I was trying to trick her, and she
stood in front of me. She smiled, as she realised what I was doing. “If I saw
you,” I started, looking her up and down, “and I didn’t know you, had never
seen you before, and you were just a random eighteen year old girl, I’d think,
‘Yeah, I like that. That’s real nice. I like the look of that.” I tried
to sound like a guy reducing a girl to a sex object.
“Would you sleep with me, though?” Karla asked, getting
straight to the point.
“Come on, that’s not fair,” I smiled up at her.
“Okay,” Karla went on, “You’re a guy and I’m a random,
eighteen year old girl, and you see me in the street. What is it about me that
you like the look of?”
I realised that I was beginning to enjoy this little game,
and I got off the couch, and said, “I’ll stand up, so I get a better
perspective.” I took a couple of paces back, and I said, “Okay, am I still
forty-one?”
Karla was standing there, for my appraisal, smirking at me,
and she said, “Yeah, you’re a forty-one year old guy, and you’ve never seen me
before, and I’m a random eighteen year old girl. Tell me what it is about me
that you like the look of.” Then, she added, “As a man. Tell me what thoughts
go through your head.”
I looked at Karla again, standing there, in that purple
dress, dolled up from the reception, but without any shoes, and I tried to
think of her as a random girl I didn’t know. “Okay,” I started, “I’d think,
‘She’s tall, I like that. Pretty face, and those deep brown eyes don’t hurt one
bit. Cute mouth, too. Just a hint of a pout. I think I’d like to kiss that
mouth.” Karla smiled at me, and tilted her head, as though she wanted me to
continue.
I had a look at Karla’s shape, and went on with, “Nice
curves, not exactly hourglass figure, but you can tell she’s a girl all right.
No problems there at all.” I pursed my lips, having a better look, and said,
“I’ve seen bigger boobs in my time,” and Karla looked down at hers, and I
continued with, “but they are perky, gotta give ‘em that.” She smiled up
at me. “Turn around,” I said, motioning with my hand, and Karla turned for me,
and I said, “Hmmm, nice arse, I like that arse. And those legs, they’ll do me
anytime. Pret-ty impressive little package, I’d say.”
Karla turned to face me, and said, “So, Allan, after all
that, if I was a random girl, and you didn’t know me,” and she paused, stepping
closer, “would you want to have sex with me?”
“I don’t have sex with random girls,” I said, grinning at
her.
“You know what I mean,” Karla said, giving her head a shake.
“Why is this so important to you?’ I asked.
“Because tonight, your body said something that you
won’t say yourself,” Karla said, and I was surprised at how serious she
sounded.
“Karla, that was hormones. You know that,” I said,
trying to keep it gentle. I loved this girl, this woman, this person who had
been part of my life for fourteen years. “Hormones don’t have morals,” I went
on, “and hormones don’t drive six year old girls to school one day, and then
watch them grow up to be beautiful young women the next. They don’t know
anything about right and wrong, they just do what they do.”
“Okay,” I get it, Karla smiled, “I’m a teenager. I know all
about hormones. But, just one last thing.” She seemed to pause for effect, and
said, “I want you to kiss me.”
“I’ve kissed you forty-seven thousand times, Karla,” I said,
but inside, I knew what she meant. I wasn’t stupid.
“One kiss,” she said, “One kiss, like a man kisses a woman,
just so I can see what it’s like with you.”
“Come on,” I said, “we can’t do this.” Inside, I realised
that if I kissed her, I’d like it, and I’d probably be talked into going
further. I knew it.
Karla turned to the coffee table, where there was a pile of
small change in an ashtray. She picked up a twenty-cent coin, and said, “I’ll
toss you for it. Heads, you kiss me, properly. Tails, I’ll forget about
it.” Then, she smiled, and said, “But either way, I’m gonna go to bed tonight,
and fantasise that we had sex. That’s one thing you can’t control.”
“And I’ll go to bed and fantasise that we tried and I
couldn’t get it up,” I said, grinning at her, “So there.”
“Too bad we both know that’s a bullshit fantasy,” Karla
answered back, grinning mischievously, “because I could have squashed a cockroach
on that thing you wheeled out on the dance floor.” We both laughed.
“Toss the coin,” I said, in defeat, after we finished
laughing. Maybe it was wrong of me, but I have to admit, in those deep recesses
of my mind, I was kind of hoping for a “Heads” result. Maybe putting it in the
hands of Fate, in the form of a silver coin with a platypus on it, was my way
of absolving myself of responsibility.
Karla flipped the coin and it went up in air, spinning over
and over, then down, to hit the carpet, rolling along on its edge, stopping,
and falling flat. I felt butterflies, as I stepped forward to see it, lying
heads up. Karla looked at me, tilting her head, as if she was wondering if I’d
back out now. I looked at the window, and it occurred to me that, outside my
house, there was a whole world full of people who would condemn me for what I
was about to do. I felt a wave of excitement as I realised that, yes, I was
going to kiss Karla, the way a man kisses a woman.
“One kiss,” Karla said, “A proper kiss, so I know what it
would be like with you.”
I swallowed, and I stepped closer, and I took Karla in my
arms, holding her warm, pretty, girlish, stylishly dressed, sweet-smelling body
close to me, with my arms around her shoulders, and I moistened my lips a
little, and I kissed her on the mouth. I kissed her soft, sweet mouth gently, lovingly,
holding the kiss, feeling the excitement, as she kissed me back, just slightly
open-mouthed, but without any tongue. This was too early for tongue. It was a
sweet, sexy and warm kiss, and I held it for as long as I thought proper, and
then we broke it mutually. I held her gaze, with our faces close, for a moment,
and Karla whispered, “At least I know now.”
We let go of each other, and Karla said, “Part of me wishes I was a
random girl, and we could take that further, but most of me is glad we’re the
people we are. I’m glad you showed me, anyway, Allan.”
“I think it’s time for bed,” I sighed. Karla nodded, and she
said, “Allan, I love you in all kinds of ways.” She kissed me again, this time
on the cheek, as she had done so many times before, and we went to our own
bedrooms. I stripped off, put on my pyjamas, and got into my queen-sized bed,
where I lay in the dark, thinking over what had just gone on. I realised I had
been tempted, but I hadn’t given in, I told myself. After a while, I heard
Karla’s footsteps on the carpet in the hall outside my room, and although the
door was open, she knocked, as she usually did. “What’s up?” I asked into the
dark.
Karla walked in, and I flicked on my bedside light. She was
wearing a pale pink, satin nightdress, that was fairly short, and she came over
and lay on the other side of my bed, on top of the covers. This was something
she’d done a hundred times over the years, coming in, lying there for a talk,
before retiring to her own bedroom, and if not for what had happened earlier,
it wouldn’t have been significant at all. “I just wanted to talk,” she said.
“What about?” I asked, although I had a pretty good idea.
“About tonight,” she said, quietly.
“I think we said just about everything,” I answered, also
speaking quietly.
“I thought about trying to seduce you tonight, Allan,” she
said, looking up at the ceiling, then at me.
“And I thought about letting you, if it makes you feel any
better,” I said, “but I’d be taking advantage of you if I did. I can’t do that.”
“What if we were taking advantage of each other?” she asked.
“I’m not sure if that’s possible,” I said. It was the best
answer I could come up with.
“Allan,” Karla asked, getting my attention, making me look
at her, “Do you want to make love to me?” She swallowed.
“I’ve tried to give you honest answers all your life,” I
said, “and I owe you an honest answer now.” I sighed, and said, “Yes, I do. Any
man would, but that doesn’t mean we can. If we do that, nothing will be the
same again.”
Karla turned onto her left side, to face me, and she said,
“You and I have got a pretty good relationship. I don’t think anything could
ruin it.” She reached over, and put her right palm on my chest, and said, “I
want to make love with you, Allan.”
I’m only human. A beautiful girl was lying on my bed, asking
me to make love with her. Yes, it was Karla, yes she was the girl I had driven
to school as a six-year-old, and yes, I had watched her growing up as my
stepdaughter, but an hour before, she had asked me to stand there and look at
her as a woman, to spell out to her the things I saw about her that were
attractive to me as a man, and yes, I should have disengaged myself from the
game, but I didn’t. I had reached this point by my own actions. “I want to make
love to you, too,” I said, feeling like I was in a dream.
“So I guess, neither of us is to blame, then,” Karla said,
as she moved closer to me. As she moved, her nightdress rode up a little,
revealing her pink lace panties, and I reached out from under the covers, to
pull her nightdress down with my right hand, covering them. Karla looked down
at what I had done, then back at me, and she said, “You’re very caring.” She
smiled, and moved in, to kiss me gently on the mouth. The kiss was warm, soft
and very exciting, so when Karla broke it, I pulled her to me and
returned her kiss, holding it until I was ready to break it. As our mouths
parted, she took a breath, and said, “Should I get under the covers?”
“If we’re gonna do this properly, I think you’ll need to,” I
said, and Karla slid off the bed, and then climbed under the covers. She
snuggled up to me as I lay on my back, and then turned, so her right thigh was
across my pelvis, and she gave me another brief, but sweet and soft kiss. My
tool had already responded to the intimacy, and we both felt it pushing against
her right hip. “Your body’s talking to me again,” Karla said, with a little
smile, “but this time, I think the conversation might be more interesting.”
I reached down and adjusted my rigid dick, so it wasn’t
poking Karla’s hip, and I said, “We’ll get back to that later. I’d like to
spend a little time on this,” as I moved my arms around her, to embrace her
slender body and hold her closer.
“You mean you don’t want to get straight in and do it?”
Karla asked, with our faces close.
“Haven’t you ever heard of foreplay?” I asked, gently
kissing her again.
Karla swallowed, and said, “The only guy I’ve ever done it
with is Anthony, and he thinks foreplay means taking a girl’s pants off.” Her
face was close enough for me to feel her warm breath.
I could feel a very slight smile on my face, as I said,
“Karla, that’s ‘having sex.’ I thought you said you wanted to make love.”
“You’re gonna show me the difference aren’t you?” she smiled
back.
“I’ll try,” I said, as I gently turned her onto her back, so
I was now lying on my right side, with my arms around her. I kissed her sweet
little mouth again, and our tongues ventured forth to tentatively greet each
other, as I felt the excitement rising inside me. I broke the kiss, and sat
back a little, placing my right forearm under Karla’s neck, as she lay on her
pillow, and I lifted the covers back from her with my left hand. She looked
down at herself, in her pink nightdress, and then back up at me. I could see the
shape of her nipples through the material, and I said, “You don’t wear a bra to
bed, do you?”
“I think I can get away without one a lot of the time,” she
replied, and I reached over with my left hand and gently stroked her right
breast. “That’s nice,” she said. I took her nipple, through the material,
between my thumb and forefinger, and fondled it gently, feeling it grow harder
at my touch. Karla bit her lower lip, and smiled at me, saying, “Your touch is
very gentle, Allan, but I’ve always known that. Tonight’s a little different,
though.”
I moved my left hand down to the hem of her nightdress,
lifting it a little, and I said, “May I?
“I think you better,” Karla said. Her voice was little more
than a whisper, and she gently stroked the back of my left hand with her right
hand for a moment, and then took it away. I reached up under her nightdress, to
find her right breast, and I fondled her nipple between my thumb and finger
again, and Karla shuddered first, then she swallowed. “That’s kind of tickly, but
nice,” she said, and with a sweet smile, she added, “I think you should kiss me
while you’re doing it, though.”
I leaned down to kiss her mouth again, feeling her soft,
warm lips, tasting the sweetness, basking in the warmth that seemed to flow
through me, inhaling her breath, as it seemed to fan the excitement that was
welling up inside me. When I broke the kiss, Karla had her eyes shut. She
opened them and looked into mine, and said, “You kiss beautifully.”
“I was actually thinking the same thing about you,” I said,
looking at her mouth as I said it. I was still fondling her right breast, under
the material, and Karla looked down at what I was doing, and said, “If I took
my nightie off, you could see what you’re up to.”
“Smart thinking,” I said, and my excitement momentarily went
off the scale at the thought of Karla being naked in front of me. Karla reached
down, and lifted the hem of her nightdress, lifting her bottom at the same
time, and she pulled it up, exposing her pink lace panties. She lifted her
shoulders from the bed, and then pulled the nightie over them, and dropped it
on the floor to her right. She was now lying in my bed, with just her lace
panties on, and I sat back to look at her, taking in the sight before me for a
moment. Looking at Karla like that almost took my breath away.
“I’ve known you a long time,” Karla said, softly, “and the
look in your eyes tells me you like what you see.”
“Very much,” I said, almost whispering, my tone almost
reverent. Karla took my left hand, and placed it gently on her belly, just
below her navel, and whispered, “We’re not here to look at each other, Allan.”
“You’re just so beautiful to look at, Karla,” I said, still
looking at her body, from the neck down, those small but perfect tits, their
nipples a dark shade of pink, the smooth, flat belly, and the way her panties
were following the contours of her pubic mound. I leant down now, to kiss her
left breast, and holding the kiss, I took the nipple between my lips, and
gently tickled it with my tongue. Karla flinched again, and she took a quick,
sharp breath, as I relaxed my tongue, to taste the flesh of her nipple. I felt
Karla’s arms around me, as she hugged me to herself, while I kissed and tasted
her breast, and after I released her nipple from my lips, I moved up again, to
kiss her mouth.
The kiss was oh-so exciting, even after what we had done so
far, and as Karla relaxed her arms, I sat back a little. She reached up with
her right hand, and gently touched my lips with the first finger, then put her
finger to her own lips. I decided it was time to move ahead, and I reached down
with my left hand, to gently fondle her pussy through the crotch of her panties
for a moment, looking at her face for her reaction as I did so.
Karla gave me a very meaningful look, and said, “Allen?”
“Yes,” I said, quietly.
“Do you like, umm,” swallowing, pausing, “going down on
girls?” she asked, hesitantly.
I nodded slowly, smiled, and said, “Of course I do,”
although the opportunity had not presented itself for a while.
“Do you think,” she said, pausing to bite her lower lip,
“umm, you’d like to go down on me?”
“Would you like me to?” I asked, answering one question with
another.
“No-one’s ever done it,” she said, “but what you were doing
to my boobie with your mouth was kinda special, and I thought maybe it’d be
kinda special in other places, too.” Her voice was so sweet.
“Have you ever tried it?” I asked, unable to keep the smile
from my face.
“Well, Anthony wouldn’t do it,” she said, “He reckoned girls
were kind of, umm, messy, down there, and, um, he wouldn’t do it. He, umm, got
me to do it to him,” pausing, biting that lower lip again, swallowing, “but he
wouldn’t do it for me.”
“That was pretty selfish,” I said, as I placed my left hand
onto Karla’s pussy, so the thumb was on her mound, while the fingers draped
down along her crotch. I fondled her gently with my fingers, feeling for her
slit from the outside of her panties, looking her in the eyes, and I said,
“You’re asking me to kiss you down there, aren’t you?” and she nodded, but
didn’t speak.
“Where?” I asked, still meeting her gaze, “Take my hand, and
show me where you want me to kiss you.” I love oral sex, but in the
circumstance, I wanted to tease Karla a little, and build up to it, before I
allowed myself to taste her in those secret places, that as a stepfather, I had
only ever known to be off-limits.
“The exact place?” she asked. I nodded.
Karla reached down with her right hand, and took my left
hand in it. She used her own left hand to lift the front of her panties, and
she placed my hand inside, where I felt first her soft pubic hair, and the
warmth and wetness of her pussy, as she moved my hand to it. “The exact
place,” I repeated.
I felt Karla’s fingers separating mine, finding my first
two, and then guiding them in between her inner lips, where it was warm and
moist, and she placed them about where I imagined her clit would be. I kind of
expected she would want to be kissed there, and I said, “There?” Karla was
looking down at herself, down where her hand was guiding mine to that very
special place on her body, and she was already breathing a little more heavily
than before. “Right there,” she said, softly.
I gently probed my finger down between her slippery inner
lips, and I took it from her panties, and tasted the sweetish, tangy juice on
it, slowly, deliberately, looking at her face, as she studied my own actions,
and I said, “I think I’m going to enjoy this.” I gently began to remove Karla’s
panties, and she lifted her bottom to help me. I slid them down her long,
slender, but shapely legs, and dropped them on the floor, and I looked down at
her exposed pussy, and then at her face.
“You okay?” I asked. As excited as I was at the thought of
tasting and exploring this part of Karla’s body, I didn’t want to make her
uncomfortable, and I added, “With me, doing this? It’s a very intimate thing.”
“I trust you more than any other person in the world,” she
answered, lying there, “I’m kinda glad you’re the first person to do this.” I
looked back at Karla’s exposed pussy again. Her pubic hair was natural, but it
seemed to grow in a heart-shaped patch, dark and curly, and I ran the fingers
of my right hand through it, feeling its softness, and then gently stroking
down the hood of her clit with my thumb, twice.
The lips of her pussy were just a little swollen, a little
moist, but showing she still had a little way to go before her arousal was
complete. I leant down, conscious of the fact that no man had ever tasted this
part of Karla’s body, and that fate had accorded to me the privilege of being
the first man to explore this beautiful thing with my mouth, lips and tongue. I
started by gently inhaling the scent of Karla’s young pussy, wafting it back
into my nostrils, letting the arousal it triggered, as designed by nature,
permeate my consciousness. Then, I kissed Karla, very gently, on the
beautifully soft, smooth skin of her right inner thigh.
I drew back, made eye contact with Karla, and then I kissed
her gently, just below her clitoris, feeling the sticky moisture of her inner
labia on my own lips as I drew back again. “Just there, wasn’t it?” I asked,
looking back at her, “That’s where you wanted me to kiss you, wasn’t it?”
“That’s the place,” she answered, taking a deep breath,
“Right where I showed you.” Karla sighed, and I kissed her again, in the same
place, pausing to inhale her sexy scent, and then I turned my head sideways,
and parted her inner lips with my tongue, then ran it down towards her opening,
savouring the taste of her pussy, as every breath I took, sweetened with her
intimate aroma, fuelled my arousal further. I already felt an intense need to
have this beautiful young woman, to satisfy my needs, and yes, my lust, with
her, but I wanted to take my time over attending to her precious pussy with my
mouth. I teased gently at her opening with the very tip of my tongue, feeling
her body shudder, and then I probed a little further, tasting the inner walls,
experiencing the flavour of her womanhood, and then running my tongue back up towards
her clit again.
Karla’s pussy seemed noticeably wetter as my tongue made its
way back along her slit, and she flinched when the right side brushed her
clitoris. I was out of practice with oral lovemaking, but I was hoping to bring
Karla to orgasm by going down on her, before moving on to the main event.
I changed my position just slightly, so I could tease at her
clit with my tongue, and Karla opened her legs a little more, to give me more
room to work. Her right hand was gently caressing the back of my head, but
apart from the occasional sigh, or a sharp intake of breath, she had not spoken
since she let me know I had kissed her right where she had asked me to.
“You seem to know what you’re doing,” Karla said, speaking
softly, “That feels lovely. I could let you do it all night.”
“Glad you like it,” I said, drawing my face back from her
pussy, inhaling the scent again, and sitting back. I wanted to make her come by
going down her, so I said, “Just turn yourself sideways on the bed,” and she looked
at my face, and began to move around as I asked. “Grab your pillow,” I said,
“and lie with your bottom near the edge of the bed.” Karla moved around, so she
was lying across my bed, with her bottom and her pussy near the edge, with her
legs bent, and her heels on the edge as well.
She put her pillow under her head, and said, “Like this?”
I nodded, and said, “That’s the way,” and I hopped down to
kneel on the right side of my bed, with my head between Karla’s legs. Her pussy
was now open and exposed to me, glistening with her fluids, and I moved in to
kiss her in the centre of her patch of pubic hair, feeling a renewed wave of
excitement as I inhaled the scent, and looked at her open pussy, waiting for
further attention from me.
“It really is intimate, isn’t it?” Karla said, looking down
at me, “But, with you, I feel like I’m in good hands. It’s kind of exciting,
just having you looking at me down there, and all that touching and kissing. I
can’t describe it.”
I was having feelings that are hard to describe myself, as I
placed my hands on Karla’s thighs, feeling the smooth skin on my palms, and
against my cheeks, and as exciting as it was to kiss, lick and explore her
pussy, I still turned to first kiss her left inner thigh, and to caress the
silky smooth skin, over the firm muscle, with my lips. “Your body’s beautiful,”
I said, from between Karla’s thighs, “I could explore you all night. There are
so many things I’d like to do to you right now.”
Karla reached down with her right hand, and parted her inner
pussy lips with two fingers, exposing her clit to me. I took her hint, and I
placed my lips around her clit, very gently, but even so, I heard a little gasp
from her, and I used the tip of my tongue to brush it very gently from
underneath. Karla flinched, and her thighs squeezed against the sides of my
head. “That’s really sensitive,” I heard her say, when her thighs
relaxed, but her voice sounded like she was smiling. I took her fingers into my
mouth, wiping the juices from them with my lips. Then, I gave her hand a
gentlemanly kiss, and she withdrew it, to let me get back to work.
I moved in again, and I teased at the tiny opening of her
pussy with the very tip of my tongue once more, feeling her flinch at my touch.
I then kissed my way up between her inner lips, tasting the fluids that were
pooled in the recess between them, scooping some out on my tongue, and
spreading it around inside my mouth, so I could really experience the flavour.
Her pussy lips were now swollen and moist, and after I had once more run my
tongue along one of them, tasting them, hearing her sighing as I did so, I
decided to get serious with Karla’s clit.
I wrapped my hands around her thighs, so hold her in place,
and I put my lips over her clit and it’s hood, and teased at it again with my
tongue. Almost immediately, Karla’s body jerked, and I heard her taking a
gasping breath between her teeth, so I relaxed my mouth, so she could relax her
body. My face was still buried in Karla’s lovely pussy, my lips around her
clit, my nose gently nuzzling her pubic hair, and once again, every breath was
infused with the scent from that private place, as I tasted her clitoris, and
the fluids oozing from her.
One more time, I gently worked Karla’s clit with my mouth,
only this time I was not going to stop until I had triggered her orgasm. This
beautiful young girl had offered herself to me, holding nothing back,
entrusting the most intimate parts of her body to me, and I intended to make
her come with my mouth, before allowing myself to have my own satisfaction with
her.
As I moved my head back and forth, applying the gentlest of
suction to Karla’s clit, I heard her take two quick, short breaths, and her
pelvis jerked in my arms. I continued on, and I heard her cry out, “Oh,
Allan, that’s amazing!” She drew breath again, and then cried out, with a
rising inflexion, “I think I’m coming!” and with a rasping gasp, she clenched
her thighs around my head, lifting her pelvis, crying out once more, “I’m coming,
Allan!! I’m coming!!”
For a few precious seconds, my face was trapped between
Karla’s thighs, buried in her pussy, as her orgasm wracked her slender young
body, and then she relaxed, with a breathy sigh. I knelt back, and Karla drew
her legs up, clutched at her belly with her arms, and turned to lie on her
right side, facing me, with her knees up. Her eyes were wide, her face had a
look of wonderment, and she said, “You made me come, Allan. Nobody’s ever done
that. Only me.”
I moved closer, to hold her, and I said, “Only you?” Karla
nodded.
“Only me,” she smiled.
“What about Anthony?” I asked.
Karla shook her head, lying there on her side, and she said,
“I used to love having sex with him, and it always felt really good, but he
never made me come, not like that.” She took her hands away from her belly, and
stretched out again, then moved over to let me on the bed. I got on next to
her, on her right side this time, and hugged her. “I used to have to finish off
myself, when I got home.” She smiled and added, “I’m surprised you didn’t hear me,
some nights.”
“I never knew,” I said, looking at Karla’s pretty face, as
she smiled back at me. She pulled me to herself, and kissed me on the mouth,
hot and sexy, lingering, tasting, and after our lips parted, she whispered, “I
can taste myself on your lips.” Her left hand moved down to my hard tool, and
she touched it gently through my pyjama shorts. “I think we’ve got some more
business to attend to.” She stroked along my cock with her thumb and forefinger
through my shorts, and said, “Lets got those pants off.”
I lay back on the bed, and Karla sat up. “Allow me,” she
said, as she slipped her hands under the waistband, and slipped my PJ shorts
off, exposing my erect cock. “So that’s what started all this,” she said,
looking first at my shiny-headed penis, then at me. She touched my cock with
her left hand, gently dry-wanking it a couple of strokes, so I was the one now
flinching, and then, wrapping her right hand around it, she rubbed the little
bubble of fluid leaking from the sensitive head, with her thumb. I flinched
again, sucking air through my own clenched teeth, and she said, “This is
payback,” rubbing it again, making my whole body shudder involuntarily.
After going down on Karla, and tasting her sweet pussy, I
was so aroused, so excited, I was ready to mount her and fuck her summarily,
but she seemed to be having so much fun, I just lay there, flinching and
jerking, watching her as she fondled my cock. Then, she looked at me and said,
“I think it’s time you put this inside me, Allan. I really want you
there.” She moved up to kiss me, and said, “You’ve got no idea how much I want
you inside me.”
I kissed her on the mouth again, and I took her by the
shoulders, gently turning her onto her back, and I moved over, getting between
her legs. Karla held my gaze as I moved into position, and she said, “Let’s do
this thing.”
The sight of Karla, lying naked there in front of me, just
about took my breath away, and I moved down, to take the weight on my left
elbow, and guided my cock to the opening of her pussy. I entered her, pushing
in so that just the head of my cock was inside, and I began to stroke back and
forth, using only the head, just teasing her. The feeling was amazing, as the
wet and welcoming entrance of Karla’s snug little pussy embraced just the head
of my hard cock, and I moved down to kiss her mouth at the same time. “Having
fun?” she asked, in a whisper, after we broke our kiss.
“Just teasing,” I said, smiling down at her, “but I like the
way it feels.”
“Tell me about it,” she said, still whispering.
I began to work my cock a little deeper with each stoke, and
when I was inside as far as I could go, still stroking gently, Karla said, “I
can feel every bit of you,” then she took a sharp breath, and added, “Every
time you move, it’s fantastic!”
I could only agree. Karla’s pussy was snug, following every
contour of my rigid cock, as I moved back and forth inside her, and every
movement was ecstasy. “This is beautiful,” Karla said, looking up at me, “It
always feels good when I do it, but this is just beautiful. I can’t describe
it. The way you’re being so gentle with me.”
Karla kissed me again, but this was a more passionate kiss
than any we had experienced together so far. She pulled me to herself, wrapping
her arms around me, locking her mouth to mine, breathing into my mouth, and her
breath made it even more exciting for me. She wasn’t moving her own pelvis, but
was just allowing me to set the pace and the rhythm, but she was inexperienced,
so I understood that. I had been spurred to an incredible level of arousal by
going down on Karla, and by the taste, the sight, touch and the scent of her
pussy, and I knew I would not last much longer before my own orgasm burst, but
I was hoping to make Karla come one more time. I could fell the twinges of my
own climax starting, but I held back, staving it off by force of will.
As we fucked passionately, Karla was kissing me hot and
hard, and in spite of everything I was experiencing, I wondered if she had been
like this with Anthony. I put the thought out of my mind, and got back to
concentrating on making her come before I did, increasing the pace of my
thrusting a little, going just that little deeper inside her. Her pussy was
incredibly wet, and the fit of my hard cock was so snug it was an effort to
hold back my own orgasm, as the walls hugged my sensitive cock, stimulating it
to perfection.
“You’re going faster,” Karla said, breathlessly, as though
it was an effort to speak, “Deeper, too,” she added, “I can feel you going
deeper, so deep.”
“Is that okay?’ I asked, concerned it may be hurting her.”
“That’s where I want you,” she said, kissing me again,
hugging me to her self, tilting her own pelvis a little. The change in position
seemed to make it feel better for both of us, as my hard, unyielding cock began
to be stimulated in a slightly different way, the head getting more pressure
inside her as I thrust in. “Something just happened,” Karla said, “when I
moved,” She took a ragged breath, and began to move her pelvis to meet me with
each stroke, making me go deeper inside her body.
“Are you gonna come soon?” Karla said, as her jaw began to
quiver, “Because I think am.” She swallowed, tilted her head back on the
pillow, and in a voice that surprised me with its loudness, she cried out, “Ohh,
Allan, I’m coming again!! I can’t tell you how good that feels!!”
as I continued to thrust into her pussy, feeling it spasm around my hard cock.
but then she cried out, “Oh, there’s more, there’s more! That’s…, “ but she
didn’t finish, as her chest heaved twice, and she squeezed her eyes shut,
throwing her head back, with an expression that looked like she was in pain for
a moment.
That was it for me. I gave in to the need to experience my
own orgasm, as Karla’s pussy milked it from me, and I felt a burst of exquisite
pleasure at the base of my cock, as I spurted hard inside her. The wave of
pleasure spread right through me, reaching every corner of my body, and for a
few precious seconds, all I knew was intense, crystalline ecstasy, and then I
came back to reality, still thrusting into Karla, who now had her legs wrapped
around me, hugging me tightly.
I felt Karla’s body relax under me, and she said, “I didn’t
know it could be as good as that.” She was still breathing a little heavily,
but she kissed me again, and added, “It always felt good, but I had no idea it
could be that good.” I had to lie down, so I rolled onto Karla’s right side,
and although I was a little breathless, myself, I said, “If you’re gonna do
it,” pausing to take a breath, “you may as well do it right.” I kissed her
again, loving the feeling of her soft mouth on mine, and we both lay there in
each other’s arms.
Karla and I held each other for a while, until we got our breath back, and we talked about what we had just done, and where it might lead. We had crossed a line that night, and neither of us knew quite what the future held, but we both knew that it was a line we would be crossing again, and again.