The Erotic Mind-Control Story Archive

Light and Shadows VI: Blinded By The Light

by J. Darksong

Ch. 2: Haven For Us

“Okay, sweetie,” Jessica said, flopping down on the couch of her new apartment, “just for the record, we are NEVER entering your parent’s home again without knocking or ringing the doorbell! Holy shit that was embarrassing!” She shook her head. “I’m just glad neither of them saw us!”

“I wish I hadn’t seen anything,” I murmured softly, crashing in the couch next to her, rubbing lightly at my eyes, trying to will away the image of my parents having sex on the living room floor. “When Dad said they do things like that when we’re not around, I thought he was exaggerating. I didn’t think he meant it LITERALLY!“

Jessica giggled. “Well, I guess if nothing else, it’s one more thing we both have in common.”

I blinked. “Really? You’ve seen your parents having sex?” This was new. “When did that happen?”

“When I was nine,” she replied with a shrug. “Looking back on it now, it was really no big deal. I woke up, thirsty, and went to the kitchen for a drink. On the way back to my room, I heard my mom crying out, like she was... um... in ‘pain’,” she said, making quote marks with her fingers. I opened the door, and looked inside... and well, you can guess what I saw.”

I chuckled, looking at her sidelong. I never got tired of the sight of her. My girlfriend. My love. “You know, hon,” I said teasingly, “that really explains a lot.”

She frowned slightly. “What do you mean?”

“Your twisted devious sexual nature,” I replied deadpan, trying hard not to crack a smile. “You were corrupted at a very early age by the sight of your parents fucking, and it turned you into the lusty, hot blooded sex fiend you are today.”

Jessica blinked, her lower lip trembling. “You... you think... I’m a sex fiend?”

And now I felt like shit. I thought I was making a funny joke, not hurting the love of my life’s feelings! “Oh! Oh, baby! No! I... I didn’t mean it! I don’t think you’re a sex fiend! Really! I was just joking! Honest!”

“I know,” Jessica said easily, a huge grin creasing her evil diabolical face. “Got ya!”

“Oh! I take it all back! You are just soooo evil!” I squealed, pouncing in her, digging my fingers playfully into her sides, making her scream in laughter. “You made me think I made you cry! That wasn’t funny!”

“Hehehehehe... I’m sorrrreeee!!” she managed between giggles, so I finally let her up. Which, unfortunately, was her cue to pounce on ME and start tickling me back in revenge. We rolled around, our mock battle going back and forth for several minutes, before we finally agreed on a truce. Sighing and panting, trying to regain her breath, my roommate and lover climbed back onto the couch.

“You were right, you know,” she said after a moment. “I am a sex fiend. Our little tryst together with your amazingly incredible cousin proved that.” She sighed softly, a little wistfully, I noted. “I don’t know if it was the fact that she was so off-the-charts beautiful, or that weird purple misty stuff she emits... or the fact that she was SYLVIA FUCKING LASILVAS, the lead singer of the hottest music group in the entire fucking world—“

“Yeah, yeah, alright already! I get the picture!” I said finally, slightly miffed. “I KNOW my cousin is hot. You don’t have to remind me!”

“Sorry, I’m still a little awestruck.” Of which, I couldn’t really blame her. Frankly, I grew up playing dolls and tea party with her and ’Rora in their back yard, and after hearing her sing and seeing her perform on stage just a few feet in front of us, I was still a bit awestruck by her. “Anyway,” Jess continued a moment later, “my point was... um... ever since that day, it’s like my sexuality was just switched ON, and has been running full tilt ever since.” She leaned forward suddenly, dropping to her hands and knees, looking ever so much like a lioness on the prowl. “I think about being with you all the time, Katie. ALL the time. When we’re together, its... mmmm... magical. And when we’re apart, I fantasize about being with you again!“

I nodded, eyes wide. She was describing my own thoughts to a tee. It was kind of like a switch had been flipped... or as I thought of it, a dam bursting. Ever since returning back from Florida, we’d both been at a standstill, both yearning for each other but too unsure or too stubborn to admit that we needed each other. For me, it was like all of my sexual yearnings had built up, like a river behind a dam, just waiting to be released... until Nebby had played matchmaker, getting us both to put aside pride and hurt feelings to express our desire for each other... something we would always be eternally grateful to her for.

Of course, we DID express our gratitude to her in very graphic detail... several, several times. And looked forward to doing so again in the near future!

Jessica’s knee slid seamlessly between my legs, spreading them apart, as she crawled up my splayed body, her hands resting lightly on my breasts. “I want you again, right now, Katie Kat,” she murmured softly, making my toes curl. She knows what calling me that does to me. “I want us to christen this apartment, and make it officially ours. Do you want that, too, my precious little kitty?”

“Meeeooowww,” I purred softly, eyes fluttering, feeling a soft warm tingling blooming outwards from my center. Oh fuck did I want this... but... I shook my head, clearing it, biting my lip to cut through the haze of my arousal. With an effort, I raised a hand, pressing it against her chest, holding her back.“Gaaahh... Jessie... please,” I panted, shaking my head again. “I can’t. Not yet. I want to... gods and goddesses, you can’t BELIEVE how much I want to—but we can’t. It’s nearly six o’ clock now, and we promised to babysit this evening, remember?”

“Ah, hell,” Jessica replied, leaning back against the couch again. “I nearly forgot about that. Well, I did say I wanted to go with you the next time you babysat, didn’t I?” She sighed wearily. “Oh well. It’s good practice, I suppose.”

That got my attention. “Practice?”

She slipped her white strappy sandals onto her feet. “Yeah, you know... for later on.” She shrugged. “I know, I know.... we haven’t really talked much about the future... kinda just enjoying the present and all... but, well, I dunno.. I just always pictured myself as a mom later on in life... yanno?”

Kids? Of our own? Well, assuming that we continued to stay together, that we lived and loved and grew old together... yeah, I suppose I’d like to have kids. Someday. Someday a long, long, LOOOOOONNNGG time from now. I mean, hell, I was technically still a kid myself! I wasn’t even twenty years old yet. My stunned look must have concerned Jess, however, because she turned away, doing that half-shrug thing she does when she’s upset.

“But if you’re not interested in having kids someday, that’s cool too,” she continued, lightly, a fake smile on her face. “It leaves the both of us with more free time, after all. And I’ve never been a big fan of dirty diapers—”

I stopped her barrage of words with a kiss, deep and passionate, and eventually the stiffness in her shoulders melted away. “Baby, I’m sorry,” I said finally, breaking the kiss. “My reaction wasn’t against the idea of us having kids together. It just... caught me off guard. I mean, you yourself just said we haven’t talked about the subject yet. Come on, we only just moved out of our parents’ homes today. I think it’s a bit premature to start talking about becoming parents ourselves!“

“Yeah,” Jessie admitted after a moment, chagrined. “I guess I did kind of blind side you there. Still... I mean... I would like to know what you think about the subject. Do you see us someday raising kids together?” She looked up at me, anxiously hopeful, and I felt my heart melt.

“Baby, there’s no one I’d rather start a family with than you,” I replied honestly. “I wouldn’t want to start anytime soon... but yeah. I can totally see us together, walking through the park pushing a stroller, or videotaping their first steps.” I smiled. “And it would be really cool if they turned out to be twins.”

Jessica laughed. “As long as they turned out like you instead of your brother, I’m all for it.” Seeing my look, she hastily amended, “In looks, baby! I’m hoping we have daughters rather than sons, that’s all. Geez...” She sighed. “At any rate, we can talk about all of this later. We’d better get going if we don’t want to be late.” She rose from the couch, grabbing her jacket, and quickly sliding on my Toms, I followed after her.

* * *

“He’s my brother, Jess,” I said wearily for the thousandth time as well pulled into the Albinn’s driveway. “More than that, he’s my twin brother. I know you don’t get that. And I know I sound like a broken record about it. It’s just... he’s a PART of me. Literally! Light and dark... we’re flip sides of the same coin. And when you dis on him, it’s like you’re dissing on me too.“

“I’m sorry, hon,” she replied softly, hugging me tight. “I didn’t mean anything by it. It just... slipped out of my mouth before I could stop myself. And... you’re right. He’s important to you, and I need to respect that.”

It was something of an old argument. Jess had always had a bug up her ass about Jimmy. I suppose the ‘incident’ back in seventh grade might have had a little something to do with it—having someone projectile-vomit all over you from a few feet away before dowsing you with a few thousand gallons of water from the school’s sprinkler system would tend to put anyone in a bad mood. Still, it was an accident, and he’d apologized to her a few hundred times about it. And, just recently, the tables had turned when, rushing to rescued Aunt Roni and myself, Jessica projectile vomited all over Jimmy... basically ruining the inside of his car. Which, again, she blamed on him. So, frankly, looking at everything now, from a lover’s perspective, I think the problem was simply that she was jealous. Jealous of the closeness Jimmy and I share. Or... shared, I guess I should say. We are still friends and we still talked now and then, but after his powers kicked in and he changed, physically, mentally, and emotionally... a rift sort of formed between us.

Even now that we’re closer again, I sometimes wondered if there wasn’t something I could have said or done differently back then... something to show my big brother that he wasn’t alone, that he still didn’t need to keep me at arm’s length like everyone else.

I was torn from my introspective musings as the door opened, and Mister Albinn appeared with a smile. “Ah! Katie, good... right on time. We’re just about ready to leave. I see you brought your friend Jessica with you too.” He nodded, reaching out a hand, which Jess shook.

“Um, it’s not a problem is it?” I asked, suddenly unsure. “I mean, I mentioned to Mrs. Albinn the other day that Jess wanted to come with me tonight, and she said it would be fine—”

“Relax, kiddo, it’s fine,” Parker said easily, ruffling my hair. Ugh. I hated that, by the way, but the guy had helped raise me, was practically my uncle, so I learned to grin and bear it. “The more the merrier.” His grin faded slightly. “I’m, um. just concerned about whether or not she... knows what she’s getting into?” he asked me pointedly. Oh. OH! Oh shit!!!

“Don’t worry Mr. Albinn, I’ve babysat lots of times for my cousins,” Jess replied smoothly, with confidence. “From a year old to pre-teens. I’m sure that the two of us together can handle it for a few hours.”

I bit my lip. A lot had happened over the past couple of weeks, with Jess getting out of the hospital and recovering, and then finding the apartment for rent, packing up and moving... I had kind of forgotten to mention a FEW key important details about this particular babysitting job, and now, facing Mr. Albinn on his front door step, I’d run out of time to warn Jess about what to expect. I forced a sheepish grin on my face. “Um, yeah,” I said weakly, “it’ll be... no problem...“

“HEY!! Is that Katie? Is she here yet Daddy?!?” a high pitched little squeak yelled out from behind the door. Parker opened it slightly wider, revealing a tiny young green-eyed girl with long auburn hair tied in pigtails decked out in a pair of red and white ‘feetie’ pajamas. Parker smiled wider, placing a hand down gently around his daughter’s shoulders.

“Yes, she’s here, Lucy—and her friend Jessica is with her.”

“Ahhh... no!” Lucy said suddenly, scowling. “I don’t wanna have someone else. I just want Katie! Katie! Katie! Katie!”

“Lucy!” her mother admonished from behind, pulling the diminutive little terror back into the house. “How many times do I have to tell you, you do NOT act that way in front of guests!” The door opened wider, revealing Veronica Albinn, standing poised as ever, and none the worse for wear after the recent attempt on her life. Her long dark hair was perfectly styled and coifed, looking as always as if she’d just stepped out of a salon, despite the rather simply white t-shirt and jeans covering her slim curved frame. I found myself staring a bit longer that was polite, and yet I still couldn’t turn my eyes away.

I’ve always known, intellectually, that Aunt Roni was beautiful, but lately, I’d begin noticing women familiar to me in a whole new light. Suddenly, I found myself wondering what she would be like in bed, if her touch would be gentle or forceful, how the natural scent of her body smelled, how she tasted... imagining how her breasts would feel pressed up against mine—

“Katie,” Jessica hissed softly, shaking my shoulder. “Mr. Albinn asked you a question.”

“Wha?” I babbled, blushing slightly. “I mean, sorry, what did you say, sir?”

“I was asking how the apartment hunting was going. Last time I saw your dad, he said you and Jess were looking for a place of your own.”

“Oh! Yeah, we, um, found a nice place over on Honeysuckle Rose drive, in the Honeycomb Terrace subdivision. In fact, we just moved in earlier today.”

Katie and Jessica just moved into their new place today. And get this... it’s a ‘Honey Comb Hideout’!”

“Oh? That’s wonderful,” the attractive woman replied with a smile that did strange things to my insides. “You’ll have to let us know once you’re both settled in so we can bring over a house warming gift!”

“I wanna present too, mommy!” Lucy announced, causing everyone to break into laughter.

Moving the conversation into the actual house, I glanced around at the dwelling. Tastefully decorated, it showed a perfect blend of Eastern and Western styles, American and Asian both coming together in a way that was both subtle yet profound. I’d heard quite a bit about Aunt Roni’s background during the incident a few weeks ago, when we’d been abducted, and now I understood even better than before where her influences in decoration stemmed from. Still, even with I’d learned about Veronica growing up, and the bits I’d learned from Aki-san, I couldn’t help but wonder exactly how a woman born as an Englishwoman had managed to get accepted and trained as a ninja in the first place. There was obviously a story there; maybe one day I’d get to hear the rest of it.

“The emergency contact list is on the fridge,” Roni explained, pacing lightly back in forth in front of us. “It shows both Parker’s and my cell phones, as well as the number to the restaurant we’re going to. If there’s any problems whatsoever, and we don’t answer, try that number.” She paused, thinking. “Ah, and of course, there’s the number for the police, the fire department number, the hospital, poison control—”

“Veronica, chill,” Parker cut in, grabbing her by the arm, marching his wife to the front door. “We’re just going to be gone for three or four hours! Katie and Jessica are grown women, and they’ve both done this before. They’ll be fine.”

“Yes, I know,” she said with a frown, glancing back towards us. “But the unexpected always happens when you don’t expect it, and I just want the kids to be prepared—”

“And they’re prepared, sweetheart,” Parker cut it gently. “This isn’t their first rodeo. Katie’s sat for Lucy before, and Jess has experience handling young children. You’ve left every contact number possible, and Katie’s a full-fledged heroine, baby. I’m sure they can handle it.”

Roni glanced at Jess and me, considering, then back to her husband. “But—”

“No buts, sweetheart,” Parke insisted. Leaning forward, he whispered something softly into his wife’s ear. Standing as she was, facing Jess and I on the couch, I had a clear view of her face. Whatever he’d said made her gasp, then sigh softly, as the fire behind her eyes died, snuffed out like a candle. Her eyes dropped to half-lids, and a soft dreamy smile curled her lips. Aloud, Parker spoke again. “Okay, girls, we’re leaving now. Make sure Lucy’s in bed by ten o’clock, and don’t let her have any more ice cream tonight, but other than that you guys can pretty much do whatever you want.” Nodding to his wife, he led her to the doorway. “Tell the children goodbye, dear,” he said with a grin.

“Goodbye, dear,” Roni breathed softly, looking asleep on her feet as she followed him out the door. I glanced at Jess, who glanced sidelong back at me, shrugging. After all, who were we to judge?

* * *

Let me explain something before we go any further. Lucy is a sweetheart. A real darling of a girl. I’ve sat for her many times in the past, and we always have a blast. Yes, there have been a few instances where she threw a tantrum or two, and I’d had to be strict, playing the ‘bad guy’ in order to make her settle down. Still, she seemed to genuinely like me, and I adored her. She was, basically, a good girl. She was, unfortunately, also six years old.

“I want ice cream!” Lucy announced loudly about half way through The Lion King, which she’d insisted on watching with us. Jess giggled but I let out a soft sigh.

“Sorry, Lucy,” I said in a firm but kind voice. “Your daddy said no more ice cream tonight. It will give you bad dreams if you go to sleep with a tummy full of sweets.”

“Okay, then I won’t go to sleep then!” Lucy replied, using all of her six year old logic. “So, you can give me some ice cream now, Katie!”

“Clever little thing, isn’t she?” Jess replied drily. Dropping down to one knee to look at her face to face, she gave it a try. “Listen, sweetie, you mommy and daddy don’t want you to have any more ice cream tonight, okay? If you’re still hungry, you can have something else. Would you like some Spaghetti-O’s or some Mac-n-cheese? I can whip them up for you in just a second—”

“NO!!” Lucy scowled, crossing her arms. “I WANT ICE CREAM! ICE CREAM! GIMME ICE CREAM!”

“Geez!” Jessica grumbled, stepping back, plugging her ears. “Nice set of lungs on the kid, don’t you think?”

“Lucy, baby, you need to behave,” I said loudly, trying to be heard. “I mean it! If you don’t settle down, we’ll turn off the movie.”

“I DON’T CARE! I WANT ICE CREAM!” she yelled back, still scowling.

I rolled my eyes. Of all the times for Lucy to pull a temper tantrum, with my lover here with me. I had hoped to impress her with my child rearing skills, but instead she was making me look like a nitwit. There were ways of dealing with the situation without turning it into a crisis, I just needed to get Lucy to calm down and get past her ‘mad’. As I said before, she was genuinely a very good, very sweet girl, and after her little tantrums, she always apologized. I opened my mouth to try and calm her down, when Jessica decided to make her own feelings known.

“You know, kid,” she said loudly, tossing back the remote control, leaning forward to stare Lucy in the face, “you’re acting like a real brat!” Oh shit! Oh fuck! She used the ‘B’ word! “You’re NOT getting any more ice cream tonight, and that’s final! Now, if you don’t SIT DOWN and BE QUIET, you’re going to end up getting a SPANKING on your naughty little bottom!” HOLY SHIT! Jess, sweetie, did you have any idea of what you’ve just done?!?!

Lucy blinked, then blinked again. as if stunned by Jessica’s outburst, and for a moment, I dared to hope this wouldn’t go bad, that Lucy would simply settle back down without a fight. Then her expression darkened, her tiny little fists curled. and I knew this would be bad.

Really really bad.

“I AM NOT A BRAT!” Lucy screamed at the top of her lungs, stomping her feet with every word. Jess stumbled back, caught off guard by her response, but I rushed to Lucy, trying to act as a fire break.

“Lucy, sweetie, Jessica didn’t mean it! We know you’re not a brat, you’re just... upset,” I glanced at my lover, who was now staring at me as if I had suddenly grown an extra head. “Right, Jess?” I asked pointedly, stressing with my voice the fact that she needed to go along with me on this. But no, no... my sweet oblivious darling, who was stubborn in her own right, refused to take the hint!

“Oh, she’s a brat, alright!” Jessica replied, crossing her own arms at her chest. “One who seriously needs a spanking. Heh. Maybe if her parents spanked her more, she wouldn’t BE such a brat!“

“I AM NOT A BRRRAAAAAATTT!!” Lucy shot back hotly, tears starting to form in her eyes as her face went red.

“Jessica! Stop provoking her!” I hissed hurriedly, grabbing her by the arm, pulling her off the couch and over to the hallway. “Keep this up, and you’re going to have her manipulating us all night long!”

“Are you kidding?” she replied, incredulously. “I’m trying to KEEP her from manipulating us! Right now, she thinks that if she cries and screams and makes a big deal, she will get her way, and you’re standing there defending her, like you’re afraid of her—”

Which, to a point, I actually was. “No, sweetie, you don’t get it. I don’t mean manipulating the situation, I mean manipulating us, as in literally—” I blinked, eyes widening, as I suddenly became aware of the fact that the rest of my body was no longer responding to my brain’s instructions. A slight glance at my left showed Jessica’s expression, and I came to the grim realization that I wasn’t the only one who was now a prisoner in her own body. A slight tingle sparked in the back of my mind as I felt a new presence in my head taking control.

Jerkily, moving almost like mechanical windup toys, Jessica and I marched back into the living room. Lucy stood in front of the TV, furious, her cheeks wet with tears, her cute little face and cheeks red as a tomato. “I am not a brat!” she yelled again, stomping her foot. “You’re both brats!” She announced. “And meanies! I don’t like brats and meanies, and I DON’T LIKE YOU!” Jerking again, I found myself moving back to the couch, and, to my horror, unbuckling my pants and sliding them down! A soft whimper was all that managed to escape from my mouth as I turned to face Jessica, also sans pants, and grabbed her in a tight embrace.

“YOU MEANIES DESERVE A SPANKING!” Lucy yelled, and again, I felt that slight tingle in the back of my head signifying her control, as Jessica and I both bent forward, still holding tightly to each other, and began to spank each other’s asses. I winced inwardly, both at the impact I’d given Jess and the swat I myself had just received. Outwardly, we were both calm and serene, emotionless robots performing a given task as instructed. Inwardly... I couldn’t say what Jessica was feeling, but for myself, I was running the emotional gamut. Frustration, anger, shame and humiliation were all twisting and churning inside me, all slowly transmuting into a slow but steady arousal, deep, primal and all the more powerful at being completely helpless to do anything about it.

I couldn’t see her face, but I could feel Jess’ nipples hardening against my chest, could hear her breath starting to become ragged, signaling that she was also feeling more than a bit turned on. Another swat, and another, and the pain was all but gone, becoming nothing but pure twisted kinky pleasure with each additional swat. My eyes had slid down to mere slits, and my own breath was coming hot and heavy. I could feel myself juicing inside my panties, the excess trickling down my legs, and had I been in control of body at all, I would have frigged myself into oblivion in a nanosecond. But I couldn’t, and the helplessness only served to pour more heat onto my steadily building arousal.

I was lost in a haze. I honestly have no idea how long Lucy kept us in that state, for a few minutes, or a few hours. I suppose it had to be less than three, otherwise her parents would have arrived back home to find us that way. At any rate, I was so utterly lost in the moment that we probably would have stayed that way until the Albinns arrived back home, had not my little good luck angel decided to make an appearance. Jessica had turned off the TV before tossing the remote control onto the couch. The DVD itself was still playing, and at the moment when I absolutely, positively couldn’t stand the torment any more, the TV miraculously switched back on, at extra loud volume, playing the scene right after Scar met his end, when Simba climbed atop Pride Rock to that heart-swelling symphony music.

Lucy, like pretty much every kid on the planet at that age—and, truthfully, a lot of us MY age as well—turned and stared at the screen in awe, her attention drawn completely into the scene unfolding before her. I let out an audible gasp, shuddering, dropping back to the couch, my legs folding underneath me. Jessica groaned, toppling over next to me, both of us shuddering on the edge of release... but neither of us willing to indulge ourselves and tip over the edge in the presence of a six-year old girl. Reaching out with shaky hands, taking a few breaths to try and regain my equilibrium, I picked up the remote, and again switched off the TV.

“Hey!” Lucy yelped, turning back to face us, only to blink in surprise. “Turn it back on! I was watching that.”

“Lucy,” I said with a slight growl, “you have been very naughty little girl.” With a gesture, I wrapped the remote in a solid call of light energy, then for good measure, wrapped a few bands around her hands and her feet, holding her in place for several seconds. She screamed, struggling violently, trying to break free, but unable to. Finally, when the tears started, I released her. “It’s okay, Lucy,” I said softly, shushing her, pulling her into a hug. “You’re all right, baby. But you see... it’s not so much fun being helpless when someone else uses their powers on you, is it?”

“No,” she sniffled softly, looking down. “I didn’t like it. I couldn’t move.”

“And that’s what you did to me and Jessica a moment ago,” I said, trying to keep my voice from cracking. “And we didn’t like it either.” Like it? Hell, I fucking LOVED It! Couldn’t wait to get back home and try it in the confines of our bedroom!

“But... but she was being MEAN to me!” Lucy replied, pointing at Jessica. “She kept calling me a brat!”

“Well, sweetie, it was because you were acting out,” I reminded her gently. “You’re not a brat... but you were not acting like a good girl, either, were you? Your daddy said no more ice cream tonight before we left, and when I told you no, you pitched a fit.”

“Yeah, sweetie,” Jessica chimed in, still sounding a little breathless herself. “I wasn’t really going to spank you. I’m sorry I said that. And I don’t think you are a brat... but the way you were acting earlier made me really upset. That’s all.”

“Besides,” I added, going for the kill shot, “if I’d given you ice cream, your mommy and daddy would have gotten mad and me, and they wouldn’t let me babysit for you anymore.”

Lucy’s eyes widened. “Oh no!” she said, tearing up again. “I’m sorry, Katie! I wouldn’t want Daddy to get mad at you! I’m sorry! I’ll be good from now on. Okay?” She hugged me tightly then, and I sighed softly, nodding to Jessica. Crisis averted.

True to her word, Lucy was a little angel the rest of the night. After promising to leave her the DVD we’d brought over so she could watch it anytime she wanted, she let us give her a bath, and put her to bed. Still simmering from our non-consensual spanking session, Jess and I crept back to the living room, wondering whether or not we had time for a quick make out session before the Albinns arrived back home.

“Better not,” I managed, as Jess slid a hand underneath my shirt, finding a raised hardened nipple. “It’s almost ten o’ clock. They’ll be home soon enough. And considering what we saw when we walked in on my parents, I wouldn’t want to be on the receiving end when Parker and Veronica walk in—”

To wit, speak to the devil, the door opened at that exact moment, and Lucy’s parents walked in. “We’re back,” Parker announced, just as Jessica swiftly removed her hand from my blouse, and we guiltily slide a few inches apart. “Did you girls have a good time? Was Lucy a good girl tonight?”

“Great!” Jessica blurted out, going slightly red. “Good, I mean. She, ah, um, had a little temper tantrum earlier... but we, um, kissed and made up. No harm done.”

“A tantrum, eh?” Veronica said with a knowing grin. “Probably over ice cream, I’d wager. I trust you didn’t let her manipulate you into giving her some? She can be rather... insistent, when she wants something.”

“Um, nothing we couldn’t handle, ma’am,” I said, blushing hotly as well, remembering only too well little Lucy’s ‘negotiation’ ploy. “So, um... if there’s nothing else, Jess and I really need to be getting back home...”

“Sure, sure, didn’t mean to hold you girls up, giving you the third degree and all,” Parker replied, taking out his wallet. “So... hmm... that’s thirty dollars for the night, right?” He paused, frowning. “Hmmm... oops. Looks like I used all of my cash at the restaurant. Just hold on a sec, and I’ll grab some money from the safe in our bedroom—”

“NO!” Jess and I blurted out simultaneously, blushing even redder. “I mean, it’s okay,” I hastily amended. “We really don’t want to wait. We can get it from you later. Okay?” I walked to the door, with Jessica right on my heels. “Just give me a call again anytime you need me to babysit. See ya laters!” And closed the door behind me.

* * *

Parker and Veronica Albinn glanced at one another. “Well... that was abrupt,” Parker said with a frown. “What do you think that was all about?”

“Oh, well, you know young people, love,” Roni said easily, lounging on the couch, kicking off her shoes. “Always in a hurry.”

“Mmmm,” he replied, idly stroking his goatee. “I suppose so. Still, they wouldn’t even wait around to get paid.”

“Well, honey, I would imagine they’re just overly eager to get back to their new home and finish... ‘breaking it in’.” She smiled. “As it were, love, you were in a rather big hurry to get back home yourself! You nearly ran a red light back on Fifth street.”

“Ah, yes, well, um,” he said, moving over to sit down next to his wife. “it didn’t help matters that you were distracting me.” He leaned forward and kissed her deeply, letting his fingers linger lightly on her cheek. “With the way you kept rubbing and playing with my crotch, it’s a wonder we made it back home in one piece at all.”

“I knew you could handle it, dear,” Roni purred softly, eyes fluttering closed, her arousal becoming evident. “With your super speed and superhuman reflexes, I knew I was in safe hands.”

“Maybe,” Parker growled softly, standing up, taking Roni’s hand, leading her back towards the bedroom. “But right now, speed isn’t on my mind. I want to focus entirely on you, baby,” he said, giving her a look that caused her clitty to throb in anticipation. “And believe me, I intend to take my time.”